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Fixing Up Annie’s Cabin Ch. 04

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69 Position

Editor’s note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

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Author’s note: This chapter explores some new themes that are listed in the story tags, and you’ll see them coming as you read. This won’t appeal to everyone, so bail early if you don’t like where it’s going.

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“You know,” I said to Annie, “I’m wondering if I should tell my parents anything about us before they come up here. Part of me feels like I’m keeping something from them, sort of like lying by omission. But another part feels like we’re two consenting adults and it’s really not anyone’s business what we’re up to.”

“You don’t give your parents much credit, you know,” replied Annie.

“What do you mean?”

“Look, I’m good friends with them and have been for a long time — as you well know. One thing they are not, is clueless. Their strapping son, just graduated from college, goes to spend all summer with a smoking hot older babe–” Annie smirked, “–they wouldn’t be shocked by what was going on up here. Believe me, they are not as square as you might think.”

Annie’s last thought seemed to linger, like she really wanted that part to sink in. I wondered what she meant by that, but also could tell that’s all she was willing to share with me at that point. Lots of possibilities wrapped up in that small statement for sure.

We were changing up the color of her cabin to give it a brighter and more current look. We were making excellent progress, and the paint was going on well — a benefit of our good prep work. Before long it was lunchtime and we carefully stored our brushes and materials to make sure they didn’t dry out during our break.

As usual, we had some paint on our hands, so we went over to Annie’s laundry sink for a good scrubbing. She had her hair up with her ponytail sticking through the back of a baseball cap. This provided a great view of her lovely face, neck and upper chest. While Annie was diligent about applying sunscreen, there were a few more freckles that were revealing themselves due to our extensive outdoor work. She looked great.

And her ratty old tee shirt was a masterpiece too, mostly because she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, letting her puppies roam freely. I couldn’t help getting aroused when I saw her scrubbing up at the sink. She was bent over, so I got a good view of her tits when her collar gaped open. I’d seen them lots of times now on full display, but this vantage point always turned me on. And she knew it did because she would inevitably gaze back up at me with a sexy smirk or wink.

She’d usually do something like this to tantalize me before our lunchtime romps. It worked every time.

As she was drying off she asked, “So what should it be today?”

“It’s your turn to choose, I got to decide last time,” I responded.

“OK,” Annie said, having taken a moment to make up her mind, “I’d like to go old school today — how about the missionary?”

“An oldie, but a goodie!” I replied.

Annie came over to me and gave me a big kiss and then playfully grabbed my balls.

“I’d be careful with those ‘oldie’ comments if I were you!” she said in mock anger.

We both got a laugh about that as we hurried down to her bedroom. Once there we started making out and my hands went under Annie’s tee shirt to fondle her marvelous breasts and nipples. She moaned into my mouth encouraging me to continue.

We alternated kissing, fondling and removing clothes until we were both stripped naked and Annie instructed me to sit on the bed. She then straddled one of my thighs and we made out some more.

“Suck on them, Jake!” she implored, offering me one of her engorged nipples.

I eagerly complied, first starting by licking one of her very sexy, pebbly, areolas.

“Mmmm, honey. That feels so nice,” she complimented me.

I moved my tongue to her nipple and Annie went into a higher gear, moaning more audibly and grinding her pussy into my thigh. I could feel her heat and juices starting to get going. She was stroking my cock as I went to town on her tits and we were both in a high state of excitement.

She then grabbed me and rolled us both onto the bed, with Annie ending up on the bottom.

“Oh god, please fuck me Jake!” she begged.

I pushed myself up and in my fully aroused state easily entered her juicy pussy. I started with long slow strokes, being careful to avoid finishing too soon. Annie matched me stroke-for-stroke and we were enjoying our nice slow screw.

“Oh yes, Jake, that feels so good. I love our fucks!” she continued. Every now and then I came back to the realization that this was my former babysitter and 4th grade teacher talking dirty to me. Wow!

I bent my elbows and moved down closer to Annie and we kissed again. When Annie was excited like this, she liked to kiss hard and with a lot of tongue. So hot!

I picked up our pace and Annie gave me more encouragement.

“Yes Sahabet Jake, fuck me faster, fuck me harder, YES, that’s sooo good!”

Annie wrapped her long legs around me and started pushing back harder and faster. We were now in a frenzy, fucking like crazy and sweat was starting to form between the two of us. Annie then reached between us and started playing with her clit, increasing her excitement even more.

“YES, YES, OH GOD, I’M CUMMING JAKE. HARDER, HARDER!” she screamed.

Her dam burst and she flooded my dick with her juices and wrapped me even tighter with her legs. That did it for me and I filled Annie’s pussy with my jizz as I had a powerful orgasm of my own.

We continued fucking for a little bit longer while our orgasms subsided. Annie then threw me onto my back and went down on me, hungrily slurping up our combined juices from my prick. I would have loved to go at it again, but our lunchtime sessions are meant to be quick – and that adds to the excitement of it. So once Annie was finished cleaning me up, we caught our breath, washed up and got our clothes back on.

We had our lunch and went back outside to continue our painting. I was still curious about what she had said about my parents and tried to steer the conversation back in that direction.

“Jake, it’s hard for kids to think of their parents as real people, with real lives that are different than the ‘mom and dad’ image,” Annie explained.

“Of course, I know they have their own lives and exist even when I’m not around. I even have a sneaking suspicion that they’ve had sex at least once since they’ve been married.” I joked.

“Yeah, you’d be right about that,” Annie smiled. “And I can tell you a lot more about them if you think you can handle it.”

“Okaaay, yeah, I think so. But if I suddenly put up my hand, I’ll need you to immediately stop talking — just in case this goes somewhere strange.” I said.

“Deal,” said Annie.

Annie went on to explain that even before she called me at school with the offer for the summer work, she had spoken to my mom extensively about her idea for me to come up to help.

“Your mom was a little worried since she knew you had a crush on me and wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt. The crush wasn’t a secret to me either and I promised her that I would read things carefully and make sure that you were always OK. She also knew that didn’t mean that I planned on keeping things chaste necessarily, but that was an option and I’d need to see how things were headed and would adjust accordingly.”

“So wait, you and my mom planned this? That’s a little weird,” I commented.

“Yes, that would have been weird if that’s actually what happened, but you’re not reading it correctly,” Annie said. “There was no plan, just guardrails. If you had shown a preference to keeping this platonic, I absolutely would have and you’d have been none the wiser as to my openness for a physical relationship. That’s really what it was about.”

Annie continued, “At the same time, if you had come on too strongly or inappropriately, I would have used that as a teaching experience and let you down easy. I have to say that I was never worried about that given how well I know you.”

“Fair enough,” I responded, “it actually is a bit of a turn-on to think this was in the back of your mind and that you were thinking about this happening too.”

“What can I say, a girl has needs too!” Annie said with a big smile.

“So my mom was cool with the possibility of us hooking up over the summer. That’s a little strange — and nice at the same time, but I don’t think that’s what you were referring to when we started this conversation,” I said.

“You’re right, Jake. Your mom also said that it was fine with her and your dad if I also told you about some other things that happened in the past.” Annie looked up at me to check if I’d be raising the stop sign yet.

“OK, I’m not going to stop you, but go slow because I think you’re about to get into a new area, am I right?” I asked.

“Right you are,” Annie responded. “Your parents and I have some history together too. Would you like to hear about it?”

I took a second to ruminate over this. It didn’t take a mind reader to figure out where this conversation was headed and I must admit, the “ick” reaction came first, thinking that my parents could have been involved with Annie. But that feeling was oddly fleeting and I found it also weirdly exciting at the same time. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew that Annie would deal with it tastefully so I asked her to go on.

“I will, as long as you promise not to continue painting that same clapboard over and over again like you’ve been doing for the last five minutes!” Annie chided me.

“Whoops!” I cleaned up the mess I had made and indicated I was ready to hear more.

“Now I want to be clear about this, because you may be wondering about the power dynamic here. What happened with your parents and me is actually something Sahabet Giriş that I initiated. Also, remember that they’re only about seven years older than I am, so we’re not that far apart in age.”

“OK…” I croaked and quickly took a gulp from my water bottle.

“I had just graduated college, so I was about the same age as you are now. Your parents and I had become really close and talked about lots of stuff. We even had gotten to the point where we would occasionally talk about our sex lives. Your parents are very open and are much less inhibited than you think they are.” Annie looked up at me, raising her eyebrow slightly and I indicated that I wanted to hear more.

“Your parents knew that I was a highly sexual person and, while I definitely preferred boys, I had hooked up with some girls too while I was in school. You know how open I can get once I feel comfortable with people and your parents were no exception. They were also pretty inquisitive themselves. They had been married about 10 years at this point and I think they were open to ways to spice things up.

“They asked me if I’d done any group stuff while I was in college and I said that I hadn’t. I explained that I’d really wanted to, but never saw the right combinations and I thought chemistry is pretty important. I asked them if they’d ever done anything like that and they said that they hadn’t, but by their expressions, I could tell this was something they were interested in.

“You still OK?” Annie inquired.

“Yeah,” I said, “I’d like to know what happened, but I don’t need lots of details. At least not at this point.”

“That sounds like a good plan. Well, long story short, I asked if they’d be interested in doing something together. I was pretty nervous because if I hadn’t read them correctly, this would have been the end of our friendship. Fortunately, we were all in sync. Your dad said — and I love him for this — that we shouldn’t do anything that night, that we’d had a fair bit to drink and we all needed to have a clear head before starting anything like this up.”

“Funny, just like you said to me the first night we kissed,” I said.

“Exactly right. That stayed with me all this time and I think it’s a pretty good practice. Anyway, we planned for the three of us to get together for dinner the next weekend. We’d meet at a restaurant and if anyone had changed their mind, they could just not show up. That way, no pressure could be applied.

“Well as you may have guessed, we all showed up for dinner though we admitted to each other that we were nervous at the same time. Dinner and conversation calmed us down and we headed back to your place after dinner. You were with your grandparents that weekend, so we had the house all to ourselves. It was a little awkward at first, but we quickly got into a rhythm and really enjoyed ourselves. I’m going to stop there since I’d be delving into details if I went any further.”

“Wow, thanks for sharing that with me Annie. Not sure how I feel about it, but I am glad to know.”

“The one thing I’m worried about is that you’ll think less of me or your parents now that you know this.”

“No, not at all,” I said. “I’m not sure what the feeling is, but it’s not that. My parents are cooler than I ever knew. It’s not titillating to me, but it’s not gross either. Does that make sense?”

“It absolutely does. You also need time to process this — and feel free to ask me questions too.”

“I have lots of questions, but some of those could probably wait until I’ve sorted out my thoughts better. One question I do have is how often did you all hook up and how long did it go on for?”

“That is a good question. We don’t get together like that very frequently, it is more of a special occasion type thing. We haven’t ever put an end to it, I stayed with them the night before we came up for your graduation as a matter of fact.” She winked.

Annie’s sly expression as she confided that to me got me strangely excited. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but filed it away mentally for later consideration.

Then a slight panic hit me. “Wait, so what’s their visit up here all about? This is new information and I’m not sure I’m on board with what might happen!”

“Whoa, calm down there fella!” Annie smiled. “You’re jumping to conclusions. Sex is not part of the plan when your parents are up here. It’s not in my plan and I’m sure it’s not in theirs. Remember all of the times the four of us have gotten together and it’s been completely normal — like EVERY time? That’s what we’ll be doing this time too.”

“Plus,” Annie continued, “I don’t do foursomes anyway! I tried it once — with another group — and I found it physically and emotionally awkward. I took an incidental elbow to the jaw because we all couldn’t keep track of our body parts! No thanks, not again!”

That helped break the tension and we continued painting that afternoon talking about other things. I was probably quieter than usual since Sahabet Güncel Giriş I was processing all of this new information. I was also getting horny, which usually happened every day around this time, but it felt more acute today. We had about a half hour of work left in the day and we started discussing what we wanted to do that night.

“You know, Annie, we’ve discussed role-play briefly and I’d really like to try that out.”

“Sure! Did you have anything particular in mind?” she said with a quizzical glance.

“I’ve got to be honest, Annie, a lot of my fantasies have revolved around you for quite a long time. I mean we could do a take on the ‘teacher-student’ thing, but it feels really close to what we’re doing already!” I said. “I’d be up for something totally different from that, so maybe you have something in mind we could do.”

Annie thought about this for a moment and said, “You know, Jake, one fantasy that I’ve been toying around with is having frantic, anonymous sex — like meeting someone in a bar and fucking like crazy in the bathroom. I like the taboo of it all, plus it’s not anything I’d actually like to do in real life because of — well — so many issues! But as a role-play fantasy, that’s something I could support.”

“Interesting,” I responded, “I can’t say I ever would have thought of something like that, but we’ve enjoyed everything else we’ve tried, so I’m willing to give this a shot too.”

“OK,” said Annie, “I always appreciate your openness! After we finish up out here this afternoon, we’ll shower and dress like we’re going out to a dive bar — you know, grungy, but still like we’re hoping to hook up. We can set up my kitchen island as a bar and we’ll turn on some loud music. We’ll improvise from there.”

That sounded good to me.

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The lights were dim and the music was pretty loud when I came in. I got myself a bucket of beers and found a seat. There was a woman at the end of the bar who there by herself. She didn’t appear to be ‘shopping’ but looked friendly. She was older than I was and was very attractive. She caught my glimpse and gave me a slight smile before taking another sip of her beer.

There wasn’t much in the bar that was all that interesting, and I couldn’t help glimpsing at the woman across the bar whenever I could. Once or twice, I found her looking over at me when I glanced at her. She had a beautiful face, with lustrous brown hair down to her shoulders. She was wearing a nice top that buttoned down the front, giving me a peak at her cleavage. By the way her breasts pushed against her blouse, it seemed that there was much more underneath than was showing.

I finished up my beer and noticed that her beer was empty too. I decided to be neighborly and took two of my remaining beers out of the bucket and went over to her. I held the bottles up and asked if she would like one and she graciously accepted and offered me the seat next to her. I uncapped both bottles and we clinked them together before we each took a long pull of our beers.

We didn’t introduce ourselves to each other, but we did chat a little about mostly meaningless things. She had a beautiful voice and from my new vantage point I could see into her cleavage even better, and it was driving me wild. I was sneaking another peek when I looked back up at her and saw her pretty eyes staring right back at me and a smile formed on her lips. She put her hand on my knee and asked, “So, do you like what you see?”

Before I could answer, she excused herself and went into the bathroom. As she got up, I admired her beautiful legs underneath her short skirt and got a glimpse of her great ass as she walked away from me. When she returned, I could see her large breasts moving subtly under her blouse and she once again gave me a sly smile.

She was holding something in her right hand and when she sat down, she moved her stool closer to mine, grabbed my free hand, and gave me what she had been holding onto. It was a pair of wadded-up panties, and they were slightly moist.

She was looking me straight in the eye, smiling devilishly, but saying nothing. She took another long pull of her beer and moved one of her knees in between my legs until it was pressed against my crotch.

She drained her beer and said into my ear, “I’ve just checked out the bathroom and it seems nice, clean and private. Care to join me for a fuck?”

I took another sip of beer, smiled and gave her a slow nod of approval.

“I’ll go first, and why don’t you follow me in about a minute later?” and with that she patted my crotch, got up and went back over to the restroom.

I finished my beer and walked to the bathroom as casually as I could. When I got inside, there she was. She had pulled her shirt out of her skirt and had apparently removed her bra as well as I could see her magnificent tits just underneath the thin fabric of her blouse.

I came over to her and our lips met in an intense kiss with lots of tongue. My hands went immediately to her tits and she said, “Yeah baby, go ahead and unbutton my blouse.”

I did as instructed and freed her breasts from their confines groped them and tweaked her nipples.

“Oh god!” she said, “I’ve got to have you!”

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I first met him by chance. Or so it seemed at the time. I think it was something he did, going around and hitting up girls my age. He was older, much older than me and at the time I only saw him as someone who was close to my dad’s age. But it was the way he spoke, his wisdom, his experience, that got me interested in having dinner with him. I should have been more careful, but it wasn’t that I was against it; it just felt taboo at the time before it happened.

He was a handsome man, close to forty years old and he knew that he looked good. He bragged about the things he had accomplished but he was also fun and he made me laugh. He did have a good knowledge about the financial world which was something I had almost been interested in. I was twenty-one at the time and though I have had my share of experiences, they all were with guys around my age.

We were sitting quite close in a secluded part of the restaurant, away from prying eyes. Initially we had been sitting across from each other but as he returned back from the bathroom, he slipped into the booth beside me. I didn’t object after being on my third glass of whiskey. Although I am used to drinking, I had to admit that I was tipsy at the time even though I would never have admitted to being in that state.

I enjoyed his attention as he complimented how beautiful I looked. His hand brushed the hair away from my face as we talked, and he lightly massaged my neck when I complained it hurt from staring at the computer all day. He had magical fingers as he kneaded the sore muscles at the base of my neck.

He then left his arm around me as we were talking and started to rub my left shoulder.

“Okay–well, once we’ve finished off these drinks, what say we walk out of here together?” He ran a finger over my wrist so lightly it made the tiny hairs there prickle.

“You know somewhere else we can go?” I asked.

“The only place I know is my condo not far from here. We could relax and have some privacy there, unless you care to suggest somewhere better.” I opened my mouth, but panic and excitement stalled any words. “Is that terribly forward of me, Bonnie?”

“Yes,” I said, laughing in my nervousness. “Yes, it is.”

“So does that mean you’re saying no to the idea?”

He delivered the line with such lightness of touch that it disarmed me. “No. I mean, I’m not saying ‘no’. Not necessarily…” He smiled and swigged his whiskey. I sipped my drink and eyed him over the glass, hoping that the thumping in my chest wasn’t betrayed by any giveaway tics on my face. The taste of danger was stronger in my mouth than that of the mint.

“Drink up,” he said.

I swallowed the rest of my drink, enjoying the effects of the alcohol as it slipped down my throat.

“Come on. Let’s go?” he proffered, standing up and offering me his hand.

His smile drew out mine. I took his hand, rising and floated from the restaurant with this handsome stranger by my side. We walked the short distance out onto the sidewalk where he had already booked a Grab. He opened the back door for me and I slipped into the car’s rear and enjoyed the frisson as my companion rested his frame next to me.

He gave directions to his place which was not far from where we just had dinner.

Already the car had slipped out from the kerbside into the stream of car lights. He ran a finger lightly over my cheekbone and I clutched my purse to disguise the extent to which my body was trembling. “I know what you’re thinking ‘How the hell did I end up in a cab with a man twice my age who I don’t even know?’ Am I right?”

“Maybe,” I said. My eyes did not shift from his, however thunderous my heartbeat. “A little.”

“Are you a good girl, Bonnie?” he asked, his eyes looking intently into mine.

My eyes did not shift from his as my heart thundered in my chest. I knew where the night would be heading. I could walk away if I wanted, but did I really want to? I endeavored to retain my cool, if I had any to begin with.

“What do you think?”

His palm flexed to cradle the side of my face and he leaned in to put his lips on mine before I had time to react. The taste of Scotch was fresh and sour on his tongue, and his aftershave was sharp in my nostrils. The kiss was firm, slow and rhythmic, drawing from me a full-mouthed response as my body melted into his Armani-wrapped frame. His restrained hunger absorbed my senses and blotted out all sensible thought till his mouth broke from mine.

“I think,” he told me, fingers still caressing my face, “that that was a good-girl kiss. Very pleasant, but good-girl nonetheless.”

My response was instinctive. I didn’t want to be a good girl anymore. Gripping his face with both hands, I kissed his mouth hard, plunging my tongue and lapping at his, my body pressing close to his, not caring if the Grab driver saw. My heart rate surged from my boldness with this man almost twice my age. When I let go of him, I was panting with the rush, but bit my bottom lip to disguise it. “What about that one?”

“Definite Sahabet bad-girl potential,” he said, voice heavy with approval.

Conversation was tough in the circumstances. I was still in my office outfit of a white blouse and black jeans that hugged my waist nicely.

The front door closed behind us and his lips were on mine before I even knew what was happening. His ferocity was terrifying at the beginning until I warmed up to his tempo. I had never had a man react so quickly to me before.

His hands ran through my hair, pushing it away from my face, before coming to rest, one at the nape of my neck and the other at the base of my spine. I shuddered against him, winding my arms up over his powerful shoulders. He pressed me back against the nearest wall and I heard my purse fall to the ground. I pulled at the tie around his neck and finally threw it away from him before proceeding to undo his stubborn shirt buttons. I struggled for a moment before he stopped and pushed my hands away, tearing at the expensive-looking shirt and shrugging both that and his black jacket onto the cool marble floor. I caressed his chest in turn, grazing his hardened nipple with the tip of my finger. The thought of pressing bare skin to bare skin had my heart pounding.

He crushed his lips back to mine, and undid the buttons of my own blouse with nimble and skilled fingers. I wondered, momentarily, how often he had done this before, but soon dismissed it from my mind as suddenly his large, firm hand clasped around my left breast and I gasped against his mouth. He groaned into my mouth and I felt his tongue tangle with mine, battling together.

“You’re so beautiful, Bonnie. So fucking sexy,” he murmured, dragging his lips away and kissing down my throat.

I breathed heavily, tilting my head to the side as his mouth nipped and bit my skin. He shifted his body, easing one of his legs between mine. He lifted his knee and rubbed me with the top of his thigh, the movement so deliberate and sensual that I couldn’t help but moan. I pressed down harder just to increase the sensation, overcome with the feelings he roused in me.

He reached behind me to unclasp my bra. The lace loosened across my breasts and I gasped when he pulled himself slightly away from me. His eyes remained on me until he began to slide the straps down my arms. He seemed to savour each new discovery as more and more of my body was revealed, with his attention leaving me feeling cherished and wanted.

He let the bra fall to the floor then swept his palms over my bare breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples. “You are breathtaking,” he said with a roughened edge to his voice, dipping his head lower.

I shivered and let out a shaky sigh, unable to speak. His hands smoothed around to my lower back, applying the pressure necessary to bring me into contact with his mouth. I revelled in the feel of his rasping stubble, the warmth of his lips and tongue.

He gave my nipple a firm suck, then flicked his tongue over the moistened bud. Pleasure rushed through me and my mouth fell open, my deep breaths filling the silence. He moved to my other breast, teasing me with painstaking attention to detail.

I floated in a sensual haze, my fingers stroking through his hair while I listened to his contented hum. He pulled away slightly and kept my nipple imprisoned between his lips, tugging until my back bowed and I cried out with pleasure. I clutched him to me, my mind clouded with sensations. The encounter still felt surreal, like the most fantastic of dreams.

He moved me away from the wall and deeper into the house. He kissed my nipple and turned with me until I felt the backs of my legs meet the edge of the table. With a supporting palm between my shoulder blades, he guided me onto the dining table in his house. My legs dangled over the side and I parted them so he could step in between.

“You know, I have wanted you since the first day we met. But I wanted to be a gentleman with you. Take you out to dinner first, spend some more time with you and get to know you better. And I am glad that I am getting to know you even better now,” he said with a half-smile as he ran a fingertip between my breasts.

A feeling of wildness tore through me. I wanted to shove myself up to a sitting position and make a grab for him. The only thing stopping me was the temptation to continue on with the sweet torture, to let him set the pace.

He swirled his fingers over my body, circling my nipples, teasing my navel. My hips shifted restlessly. He captured my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, rolling the engorged nubs back and forth in a way that sent tingling sensations travelling through me. I had reached the point now where I needed more, where the touch of his hands wasn’t enough.

“I want you.” I had reached the point now where I needed more, where the touch of his hands wasn’t enough.

His breath left him in a whoosh and he moved his hands from my breasts to the button on Sahabet Giriş my jeans. With a flick of his fingers it popped open, then he began working on my zipper. I smiled even though I had never expected to want to smile during a moment like this. Urgency nagged at me but there was also the need to drag it out, to savour every second with him in case it turned out to be the first and last time we were together in this way.

“God, when you look at me like that…” he paused as if searching for the right words, then shook his head and gripped the waistband of my jeans. He tugged them swiftly down my thighs, catching my panties up in the movement and dragging them along, too. I gasped at my sudden nakedness, my eyes flicking to his face to check his reaction.

His expression grew hungry, his eyes filling with desire. He pulled a chair closer and sat on the edge, his gaze meeting mine as he slid his palms over my knees. “I like that you’re not trying to hide from me,” he said.

I watched in a trance-like state as his palms slid along my inner thighs. He spread my legs and I sighed, surrendering myself to the moment. I lay before him naked while he remained mostly dressed and in control, but it didn’t matter when he looked at me that way.

His hand slid to the top of my thigh, the tip of his finger trailing over me intimately. Just that simple touch had me shuddering with pleasure.

He lifted my legs and propped one foot on each of his shoulders, pushing my knees even further apart. Desire throbbed inside me and cool air invaded my inner thighs. He pressed his lips to the soft skin on the inside of my knee, the graze of his stubble causing me to writhe against the tabletop. He smiled and began leaving a trail of lingering kisses on the inside of my thigh, reaching higher and higher until I was left with no doubt about his intended destination.

I stroked my stomach and skimmed my palms over my ribs, torn between watching him and closing my eyes to focus on the way he made me feel. He slid his hands beneath me, cupping my buttocks and lifting my hips to his waiting mouth. I had never had much luck with this in the past, the efforts of other men never having pushed me to any intense climax. I had high hopes for him, though, and clasped my breasts as I waited. I let out a guttural moan when his tongue made one long, firm lick along my moistened cleft.

My hips lifted from his hands and he groaned against my wet flesh. He gripped me harder, his tongue trailing over me again. I cried out with pleasure, pushing against his mouth to deepen the contact.

“Oh, my God,” I said as he traced my outer lips then dipped inside my folds. His mouth moved over me slowly, his tongue circling my clit. I massaged one of my breasts while my other hand moved down to tangle in his hair. My thighs relaxed out to the sides as he pleasured me, my mind filling with all the thoughts of what I wanted to do to him later.

He surprised me by sucking on my clit and the pressure of his lips drew a strangled cry from me. I heard his laughing groan as he eased my heels from his shoulders. He let my feet come to rest on his upper thighs then slipped two fingers inside me, slowly pumping in and out while he went back to teasing me with his tongue. My eyes closed and I grabbed my breasts, squeezing hard as he kept up his attention. He built the intensity, working on me until I couldn’t control my reactions any longer.

My eyes snapped open and my back arched. My shocked moan echoed through the room. I fell apart in his hands, trembling, whimpering. It seemed to go on and on, the pleasure thrumming inside me. The growling sound that came from him had me shuddering again before I finally collapsed against the table.

I draped my arm over my forehead, breathless and in awe. He barely gave me any time to recover before leaving a smacking kiss on the inside of my thigh and standing in front of me to unfasten the button on his pants. Once he had lowered the zipper and freed his erection, he stared down at me. I gasped at the look in his eyes, my gaze dropping to take in the sight of his long fingers wrapped loosely around his shaft.

Rather than slide inside me right then like I had expected him to, he surprised me by lifting my upper body from the table. He lowered himself to the chair and pulled me down with him, encouraging me to straddle his thighs. When we were seated, his hand dipped between our bodies and he slowly guided his cock inside me.

My hands rested on his shoulders and my eyes locked with his as he filled me. I bit my lower lip and felt my breathing slow. My heart thudded a steady beat, my body stretching to accommodate his length. I watched his expression as our bodies joined. His eyes were hard and filled with desire, his mouth still glistening with my moisture. I leaned in and flicked my tongue over his lip, tasting myself.

“You feel so good…” I said, gasping for breath.

“God, Bonnie, you have no idea…” He looked like he had more Sahabet Güncel Giriş to say but then he clamped his hands either side of my face and claimed my mouth instead. The kiss went on and on, leaving me thrilled and wanting as his hips lifted to meet my downward movements. I writhed against him, stretching up on my toes then sinking deep. Every time he thrust into me, the connection between us, the heat and excitement, opened my eyes to the fact that I had never experienced anything like this with another man. I just wanted more and more. This is what experience showed, and his older age meant he treated me better than I have ever felt.

My body rocked against him, my mouth remaining fused with his. Our tongues pressed together, his low groan sending a shiver spreading over me. The way he touched me made me feel so close to him, not just physically but in a sense that I meant something to him as well. It made the moment feel even more intimate and I just wanted it to go on and on.

He moved his hands to the curve of my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh while his mouth left mine to trail across my jaw. With the warmth of his lips against my skin and the hard heat of him flexing into me, I sighed my contentment.

“What you did to me with your mouth,” I said as he nibbled a path to my earlobe, “while I was on the table…”

“Hmm,” he said near my ear.

“No one’s ever made me come that way before.”

“That was the first time?” His voice sounded deep and rough in the quiet of the room. He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes, his expression one of disbelief.

I held his gaze and nodded, biting my lip as I ground against him. I slid my hands from his shoulders to his throat, cradling his jaw in my palms. Leaning in until our lips were almost touching, I felt his stubble prickle beneath my fingertips as I whispered, “Not that intensely. And I need to do that to you. I want your cock in my mouth and your hands in my hair… your cum on my tongue. I want to feel you lose it.”

He swore in a harsh whisper and leaned deeper into the chair, pulling me against him. “God, that was just the right fucking thing to say.” Before I could brace myself, he wrapped one arm around me, clamped his other hand at the back of my head and began plunging inside me harder than ever.

I closed my eyes and clasped his face in my palms. I pressed my mouth to his, moaning at the intensity of his thrusts. The chair rocked beneath us, the room filled with our heavy breaths. His strength surrounded me, his hard length driving into me again and again. I lifted my feet and pressed my toes into the space behind him on the seat, then grabbed the back of the chair and used the leverage to raise and lower myself.

The movement made him groan and thrust his tongue against mine. We raced toward our peak together, his body tensing beneath me. Just as I guessed he was about to climax, he tore his mouth from mine and grabbed one of my hands. He shoved it between our bodies and demanded roughly, “Come with me.”

Caught up in the urgency of the moment, I felt excitement rush over me as I massaged my clit. He gripped my ass and helped me move with him, touching his lips to my throat while he continued to thrust.

Soon after, I stiffened and leaned away from him. My cheeks burned with heat and my gaze meshed with his as it took over. I let out a low moan, trembling and grinding against him. He flattened his palm between my breasts as he shoved his cock into me. His eyes remained on mine and moments later he joined me, tension gathering in his thighs as he thrust into me one last time.

His satisfied groan as he dragged me against him made me smile. I rested my head in the crook of his neck, exhausted and happy. I tucked my folded arms in front of my chest, trying to get as close to him as possible while I caught my breath. The touch of his hands as he trailed them up and down my spine encouraged a deep sigh from me.

He shifted with me into a more upright position and we sat together in silence while our breathing settled and a feeling of calmness came over me. He squeezed me briefly and pressed a kiss on my cheek. “I like being with you this way,” he said, pushing my hair away from my face, “with you naked and me still inside you.”

A smile touched my lips as I pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. “Me too.”

“I am not done with you yet,” he assured me and excitement surged through me once more.

“Oh yeah? I thought you would need a break,” I said, teasing him as I bit down on my bottom lip.

“Having a sexy thing like you on my lap? Not a chance,” he whispered as he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. “Ready for me?” he inquired after a few moments of us sharing a kiss.

“Yeah,” I replied, curious to know what else he had up his sleeve.

“Show me what you got,” he said, pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder before looking up at me to hold my gaze. “Show me the bad girl you can be,” he added challengingly.

I sucked in a deep breath and held his gaze. I saw the lust in his big, brown hues and cupped his face in my hands to kiss him deeply. At the same time I shifted my hips to slide him out of me. A sudden emptiness filled my legs but I had an idea of where else I would like him to stick it.

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All characters are of legal age. This work of fiction includes anal sex, oral sex, mature sex, incest, sex with a pregnant woman and other sexual acts that may be offensive to some people. If you are offended by any of these, stop reading now.

UNCLE NICK’S DILEMMA

Note: This story is a continuation of Lexi’s Bridal Party from Nick’s viewpoint. At the end of that story, Nick found out he was going to be a father. It would be advisable to read that story first to familiarize yourself with the characters.

CHAPTER ONE – PLANNING

I spent the next week figuring out a plan to make this dilemma work for all of us.

The first thing I did was added the five of them to the company payroll. It’ helps that I’m now the owner of the company, a billion dollar per year international construction firm, and nobody questions my decisions. Adding Lexi, Amber, Allie and Missy was not a problem since they were previous employees and their info was still on file. It took the help of Lexi to get Paula’s information. I had to let Lexi in on this part but told her not to say anything to the others and I would let them know when I came to visit them. There were a few reasons for doing this, one was to provide them with additional income to help raise the children, another was the excellent health care benefits we have and the third was that one of the big benefits we offered was six months of fully paid maternity leave, we also offered 2 months fully paid paternity leave for the fathers.

The next item on my agenda was to purchase an RV, not one of those extreme RV’s you see on TV, but something moderately priced. I finally settled on one that will sleep up to nine people. I figured that would suffice for a few years for “Family” vacations.

The last item was to make sure the kids had money to at least start college so I had the controller set up a plan similar to a 401k where each week, one hundred dollars was deposited into an account and couldn’t be touched until the child started college or trade school. This was an optional plan for all employees.

With the basic planning on my part done, it was time for me to visit all five of the women and tell the this part of the plan which will take them up to delivery. We still have about seven months or so to figure out what happens after delivery. I decided that the order of the visits would be Missy then Allie then Paula then Amber and Lexi since they both lived in the same town.

I included Missy in this because even though she wasn’t having one of my children, I found out from Lexi that she and her husband were struggling since she’s been on maternity leave and to let her know that just like when they were in college, I was there to help them in any way I could.

With everything set in my mind, I spent the next week calling all five of the ladies and set up a date when I would be in their town to go over what I had planned and hopefully they would have no objections.

CHAPTER TWO – MISSY

The following Sunday morning I began loading up the RV with clothes, food and supplies for the trip to Tennessee to meet with Missy. I didn’t tell her the real reason for my visit. I told her I just bought an RV for when I retire and wanted to test it out and since she was only about an eight hour drive that this would be the test run. I also said it gave me an excuse to see Nicole.

Around 8:00 PM, I pulled into the RV campsite, got hooked up and then sent Missy a text.

“Long day of driving. Gonna grab a bite to eat and then go to sleep. Let me know what time you and Nicole can be here tomorrow morning.”

Missy replied back. “We’ll be there around 9AM. Good night Nick. Pleasant dreams.”

“See you then. Good Night Missy.” I texted back.

The Sahabet driving must have really wore me out, I slept like a log that night.

I was up early the next morning, shaved, showered, got dressed and had breakfast by 8:30 then played some games on the computer while I waited for Missy to arrive. It was a couple minutes before nine when there was a knock on the door.

“It’s open, come on in.” I shouted from the couch as I put away my laptop.

“Hello Nick.” Missy said as she started walking back toward the couch where I was now standing in front of.

“Missy, Is that you? What did you do to that whale who claimed to be Missy and was waddling around at Lexi’s wedding a couple months ago.” I laughed.

“HA! HA! Always trying to be a comedian.” Missy laughed as she set the baby carrier on the table.

“You do realize that we only laughed at your stupid jokes because we didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” She continued as she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big hug while she rubbed her tits against my chest.

“The only remnants of that whale are these puppies.” She said as she released her grip on me and backed away while placing her hands under her milk laden mummeries and bounced them up and down. “I can’t wait until Nicole stops breastfeeding and these shrink back to a more normal size.”

“So, Nick, what brings you here?” Missy asked as we sat down on the couch, “Lexi told me about your situation but I’m not one of the three or four ladies you knocked up and I’m sure that’s only because I was already pregnant.”

“Well Missy, back in college you, Amber and Allie were like the daughters I never had. From the minute she was born, Lexi was more or less my adopted daughter. And just like I was there to help the four of you throughout your college days, it’s going to be the same now. While as you so bluntly put it that I didn’t knock you up, it only fair that I still treat you the same as I’m going to treat them.” I said as I handed her a manilla envelope.

“Don’t say anything until after you opened and read what’s inside both envelopes. Then I’ll explain further.” I continued.

The first letter read.

“Dear Mrs. Debello,

Congratulations on being hired as the Executive Assistant to the President for the South Central Region effective August 1, 2023. This is a remote position and you will only be required to be at the home office in Falls Church, VA two times per year. Once in July for the company summer outing and once in December for the Annual Holiday Party.

Your compensation package includes:

• Eighty (80) hours PTO time for the first calendar year prorated to your start date and eight (8) hours additional for each year thereafter.

• Company paid Medical Insurance effective as of your start date.

• Ten (10) paid holidays per year.

• Six (6) months paid maternity leave.

• $100 per week per child will be deposited into a post high school education fund which you can start withdrawing tax free when your child(ern) begins college or trade school or tech school.

You will be receiving an email in the next day or so with paperwork that will need completed and returned.

Welcome to Costanza Contracting Services.

Respectfully,

Mary White

Director of Human Resources.”

Laying the letter down, Missy opened the second envelope which contained a card and inside was a check for $25,000. It said:

“Happy Birthday Nicole

Love

Pap Pap Nick (your adopted grandfather)”

I could see the tears welling up in Missy’s eyes as she laid the card on the table.

“Nick.” she started.

“Shush” I said as I placed my finger against her lips. “Lete me explain.”

“Like I said Sahabet Giriş before, the four of you were like daughters to me. And since I can’t treat you any differently than them, you’re getting exactly the same letter and card as they will be receiving. I’m not sure what benefits you have currently. If you have any medical benefits and how good they are but ours is the best available. If you have any paid maternity leave or if you are planning to return to work.” I began as I pulled her tight to my side.

“I started your employment the day Nicole was born to assure that you had income to help with the expenses. If you go back to work, this income will pay for a Nanny to come in while you are working to care for Nicole and if you don’t go back to work, then you will be able to stay at home with Nicole and still have an income. The check is just a little something to use for those little extras that you would like to have, to pamper yourself, to buy items that are not necessities.” I continued as I felt her tears dripping down onto my chest.

“TH…TH…thank you Nick, you don’t know how much your kindness means to me and Nicole.” Missy sobbed as she looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen.

“Your very welcome Missy, I’m just thankful that I’m able to do this for all five of you ladies.” I said as I leaned down and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

We were suddenly snapped back to reality when Nicole started crying quite loudly. Missy glanced at her watch as she made her way to the table.

“Yup, right on time, Nicole’s want to be fed.” Missy told me as she lifted Nicole out of the carrier and came back to sit on the couch next to me.

I was somewhat surprised when Missy reached down, grabbed the bottom of her top and lifted it and her bra up to her letting both of her boobs free of their confines and guided her nipple into Nicoles mouth who immediately began sucking on it.

Glancing at me and seeing the quizzical look on my face, Missy laughed, “It’s not like you never saw my tits before.”

“It’s not that I never saw them, if you remember, I even sucked on your nipples like Nicole is doing and got a taste of your milk. It’s just that I never saw a woman breastfeeding her child and I’m a little jealous.” I said teasingly.

“Yes I vividly remember and if Nicky is a good little boy, I may even let Nicky suck on them again. I also remember being stuffed by this.” She shot back as she reached between my legs and rubbed my now rock hard shaft.

“Just so you know, Nicole really did some damage down there when this big head and body pushed it’s way out. The stitches come out next week and the doc said it will be at least two more months before I even think about having any kind of sex. Finally, it’s no longer painful to go to the bathroom.” Missy explained further.

“I have and idea, Nick. But you have to promise not to be a jerk.” Missy started. “I did something once, back in college but the boy I was with was a big asshole. And if you promise not to be an idiot like him, I’d like to try it again.”

“Missy, you know me better than that. Have I ever been a jerk or an asshole? So, what is it this jerk do?” I asked.

“Since I wasn’t ready to lose my virginity, he asked if he could titty fuck me. I had never done it but had seen it in a porn movie. I told him okay as long as he didn’t cum all over my face and hair. I was even willing to let him cum in my mouth and swallow which I never let him do before.” Missy began explaining.

“As you can figure out, the asshole let loose and shot his load all over my face, in my hair and some even went up my nose. When he finished, I grabbed his dick in one hand and his balls in the other and gave them both a hard squeeze and twisted Sahabet Güncel Giriş them as he screamed in agony. That was the last time I ever went out with him and also the only time I ever did a titty fuck. So if you promise not to cum all over my face, I’m will let you titty fuck me. I know you’ll enjoy having these big, soft, milk filled tits wrapped around that lovely piece of woman pleaser between your legs.” Missy rattled on as she laid the now sleeping Nicole in her baby carrier.

I stood there mesmerized as Missy started walking to the back of the RV while slowly removing her clothes. First was her top, followed shortly by her bra. Then her skirt hit the floor and after stepping out of it she slid her panties down to her knees then shook them the rest of the way down her legs. I watched that lovely ass swing back and forth, remembering what it was like having my now rock hard shaft buried in it.

“What are you waiting for Nick, a written invitation?” Missy giggled as she turned and sat on the edge of the bed, “Do you want these puppies wrapped around you dick or not?”

“You better believe it.” I stated as I hurried to join her almost tripping over my own two feet.

When I got to the edge of the bed, I took off my shirt while, in the blink of an eye, Missy had my pants around my ankles and when she pulled my boxers down, my erection smacked her on the nose.

“Geez, Nick, you could poke someone’s eye out with that thing.” Missy commented as she grabbed my stiff shaft and gave it a little peck on the head before scooting back on the mattress.

As I began to climb on the bed, Missy put her hand up to stop me.

“Before we start, there’s a bottle of babu oil in the diaper bag. Could you go get it.” Missy said.

I hadn’t moved so fast in the past twenty years as I did when she asked for the baby oil.

She was giggling quite loudly when I got back and handed her the bottle. I watched as she dribbled a few drops between her tits and got them oiled up. She the dribbled a few drops on my shaft and got it nice and slick also.

Straddling her, I placed my shaft between her tits and waited as her squeezed them together. Having never done this before, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Slowly I started pumping back and forth. She was squeezing my shaft so tightly that it felt like I was fucking a virgin.

“Play with my nipples.” Missy pleaded.

“Like this?” I asked as I twirled both nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

“Yessssss.” she moaned as I continued sawing back and forth between her lush melons.

I wasn’t very long before I could feel that familiar tingling sensation and knew I was about to cum.

“I’m ready to cum Missy.” I exclaimed as I pushed forward and watched as Missy opened her mouth taking my head inside and began sucking. That’s all it took as my balls erupted and I filled her mouth with a big load of cum while continuing twirling her nipples. I could feel her tense up and then scream, “I’m cumming too!!!!!!”

Falling sideways, I lay next to her and held her tightly as her orgasm subsided. We lay there cuddling until we heard Nicole crying.

“Sound like it time for another feeding.” Missy told me as she scampered off to get Nicole.

Missy handed Nicole to me before climbing back onto the bed and propping herself against the backboard and stretched her arms toward me.

I handed Nicole back to her and once again watched in amazement as Nicole latched onto one of Missy’s nipples and began sucking.

Once again, Missy chided me, “If Nicky’s a good boy, he’ll get to suck on mommy’s tits also.”

This time after the feeding was done, Missy got dressed and headed home.

We spent the next couple days titty fucking and nipple sucking.

“See you again in a couple month Missy.” I said as I gave her a hug and kiss.

“I’ll be anxiously awaiting your return and hopefully you can stick this where it meant to be.” Missy stated as she reached down and gave my dick a nice squeeze.

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Editor’s note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

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Author’s note: This chapter explores some new themes that are listed in the story tags, and you’ll see them coming as you read. This won’t appeal to everyone, so bail early if you don’t like where it’s going.

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“You know,” I said to Annie, “I’m wondering if I should tell my parents anything about us before they come up here. Part of me feels like I’m keeping something from them, sort of like lying by omission. But another part feels like we’re two consenting adults and it’s really not anyone’s business what we’re up to.”

“You don’t give your parents much credit, you know,” replied Annie.

“What do you mean?”

“Look, I’m good friends with them and have been for a long time — as you well know. One thing they are not, is clueless. Their strapping son, just graduated from college, goes to spend all summer with a smoking hot older babe–” Annie smirked, “–they wouldn’t be shocked by what was going on up here. Believe me, they are not as square as you might think.”

Annie’s last thought seemed to linger, like she really wanted that part to sink in. I wondered what she meant by that, but also could tell that’s all she was willing to share with me at that point. Lots of possibilities wrapped up in that small statement for sure.

We were changing up the color of her cabin to give it a brighter and more current look. We were making excellent progress, and the paint was going on well — a benefit of our good prep work. Before long it was lunchtime and we carefully stored our brushes and materials to make sure they didn’t dry out during our break.

As usual, we had some paint on our hands, so we went over to Annie’s laundry sink for a good scrubbing. She had her hair up with her ponytail sticking through the back of a baseball cap. This provided a great view of her lovely face, neck and upper chest. While Annie was diligent about applying sunscreen, there were a few more freckles that were revealing themselves due to our extensive outdoor work. She looked great.

And her ratty old tee shirt was a masterpiece too, mostly because she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, letting her puppies roam freely. I couldn’t help getting aroused when I saw her scrubbing up at the sink. She was bent over, so I got a good view of her tits when her collar gaped open. I’d seen them lots of times now on full display, but this vantage point always turned me on. And she knew it did because she would inevitably gaze back up at me with a sexy smirk or wink.

She’d usually do something like this to tantalize me before our lunchtime romps. It worked every time.

As she was drying off she asked, “So what should it be today?”

“It’s your turn to choose, I got to decide last time,” I responded.

“OK,” Annie said, having taken a moment to make up her mind, “I’d like to go old school today — how about the missionary?”

“An oldie, but a goodie!” I replied.

Annie came over to me and gave me a big kiss and then playfully grabbed my balls.

“I’d be careful with those ‘oldie’ comments if I were you!” she said in mock anger.

We both got a laugh about that as we hurried down to her bedroom. Once there we started making out and my hands went under Annie’s tee shirt to fondle her marvelous breasts and nipples. She moaned into my mouth encouraging me to continue.

We alternated kissing, fondling and removing clothes until we were both stripped naked and Annie instructed me to sit on the bed. She then straddled one of my thighs and we made out some more.

“Suck on them, Jake!” she implored, offering me one of her engorged nipples.

I eagerly complied, first starting by licking one of her very sexy, pebbly, areolas.

“Mmmm, honey. That feels so nice,” she complimented me.

I moved my tongue to her nipple and Annie went into a higher gear, moaning more audibly and grinding her pussy into my thigh. I could feel her heat and juices starting to get going. She was stroking my cock as I went to town on her tits and we were both in a high state of excitement.

She then grabbed me and rolled us both onto the bed, with Annie ending up on the bottom.

“Oh god, please fuck me Jake!” she begged.

I pushed myself up and in my fully aroused state easily entered her juicy pussy. I started with long slow strokes, being careful to avoid finishing too soon. Annie matched me stroke-for-stroke and we were enjoying our nice slow screw.

“Oh yes, Jake, that feels so good. I love our fucks!” she continued. Every now and then I came back to the realization that this was my former babysitter and 4th grade teacher talking dirty to me. Wow!

I bent my elbows and moved down closer to Annie and we kissed again. When Annie was excited like this, she liked to kiss hard and with a lot of tongue. So hot!

I picked up our pace and Annie gave me more encouragement.

“Yes Sahabet Jake, fuck me faster, fuck me harder, YES, that’s sooo good!”

Annie wrapped her long legs around me and started pushing back harder and faster. We were now in a frenzy, fucking like crazy and sweat was starting to form between the two of us. Annie then reached between us and started playing with her clit, increasing her excitement even more.

“YES, YES, OH GOD, I’M CUMMING JAKE. HARDER, HARDER!” she screamed.

Her dam burst and she flooded my dick with her juices and wrapped me even tighter with her legs. That did it for me and I filled Annie’s pussy with my jizz as I had a powerful orgasm of my own.

We continued fucking for a little bit longer while our orgasms subsided. Annie then threw me onto my back and went down on me, hungrily slurping up our combined juices from my prick. I would have loved to go at it again, but our lunchtime sessions are meant to be quick – and that adds to the excitement of it. So once Annie was finished cleaning me up, we caught our breath, washed up and got our clothes back on.

We had our lunch and went back outside to continue our painting. I was still curious about what she had said about my parents and tried to steer the conversation back in that direction.

“Jake, it’s hard for kids to think of their parents as real people, with real lives that are different than the ‘mom and dad’ image,” Annie explained.

“Of course, I know they have their own lives and exist even when I’m not around. I even have a sneaking suspicion that they’ve had sex at least once since they’ve been married.” I joked.

“Yeah, you’d be right about that,” Annie smiled. “And I can tell you a lot more about them if you think you can handle it.”

“Okaaay, yeah, I think so. But if I suddenly put up my hand, I’ll need you to immediately stop talking — just in case this goes somewhere strange.” I said.

“Deal,” said Annie.

Annie went on to explain that even before she called me at school with the offer for the summer work, she had spoken to my mom extensively about her idea for me to come up to help.

“Your mom was a little worried since she knew you had a crush on me and wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt. The crush wasn’t a secret to me either and I promised her that I would read things carefully and make sure that you were always OK. She also knew that didn’t mean that I planned on keeping things chaste necessarily, but that was an option and I’d need to see how things were headed and would adjust accordingly.”

“So wait, you and my mom planned this? That’s a little weird,” I commented.

“Yes, that would have been weird if that’s actually what happened, but you’re not reading it correctly,” Annie said. “There was no plan, just guardrails. If you had shown a preference to keeping this platonic, I absolutely would have and you’d have been none the wiser as to my openness for a physical relationship. That’s really what it was about.”

Annie continued, “At the same time, if you had come on too strongly or inappropriately, I would have used that as a teaching experience and let you down easy. I have to say that I was never worried about that given how well I know you.”

“Fair enough,” I responded, “it actually is a bit of a turn-on to think this was in the back of your mind and that you were thinking about this happening too.”

“What can I say, a girl has needs too!” Annie said with a big smile.

“So my mom was cool with the possibility of us hooking up over the summer. That’s a little strange — and nice at the same time, but I don’t think that’s what you were referring to when we started this conversation,” I said.

“You’re right, Jake. Your mom also said that it was fine with her and your dad if I also told you about some other things that happened in the past.” Annie looked up at me to check if I’d be raising the stop sign yet.

“OK, I’m not going to stop you, but go slow because I think you’re about to get into a new area, am I right?” I asked.

“Right you are,” Annie responded. “Your parents and I have some history together too. Would you like to hear about it?”

I took a second to ruminate over this. It didn’t take a mind reader to figure out where this conversation was headed and I must admit, the “ick” reaction came first, thinking that my parents could have been involved with Annie. But that feeling was oddly fleeting and I found it also weirdly exciting at the same time. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew that Annie would deal with it tastefully so I asked her to go on.

“I will, as long as you promise not to continue painting that same clapboard over and over again like you’ve been doing for the last five minutes!” Annie chided me.

“Whoops!” I cleaned up the mess I had made and indicated I was ready to hear more.

“Now I want to be clear about this, because you may be wondering about the power dynamic here. What happened with your parents and me is actually something Sahabet Giriş that I initiated. Also, remember that they’re only about seven years older than I am, so we’re not that far apart in age.”

“OK…” I croaked and quickly took a gulp from my water bottle.

“I had just graduated college, so I was about the same age as you are now. Your parents and I had become really close and talked about lots of stuff. We even had gotten to the point where we would occasionally talk about our sex lives. Your parents are very open and are much less inhibited than you think they are.” Annie looked up at me, raising her eyebrow slightly and I indicated that I wanted to hear more.

“Your parents knew that I was a highly sexual person and, while I definitely preferred boys, I had hooked up with some girls too while I was in school. You know how open I can get once I feel comfortable with people and your parents were no exception. They were also pretty inquisitive themselves. They had been married about 10 years at this point and I think they were open to ways to spice things up.

“They asked me if I’d done any group stuff while I was in college and I said that I hadn’t. I explained that I’d really wanted to, but never saw the right combinations and I thought chemistry is pretty important. I asked them if they’d ever done anything like that and they said that they hadn’t, but by their expressions, I could tell this was something they were interested in.

“You still OK?” Annie inquired.

“Yeah,” I said, “I’d like to know what happened, but I don’t need lots of details. At least not at this point.”

“That sounds like a good plan. Well, long story short, I asked if they’d be interested in doing something together. I was pretty nervous because if I hadn’t read them correctly, this would have been the end of our friendship. Fortunately, we were all in sync. Your dad said — and I love him for this — that we shouldn’t do anything that night, that we’d had a fair bit to drink and we all needed to have a clear head before starting anything like this up.”

“Funny, just like you said to me the first night we kissed,” I said.

“Exactly right. That stayed with me all this time and I think it’s a pretty good practice. Anyway, we planned for the three of us to get together for dinner the next weekend. We’d meet at a restaurant and if anyone had changed their mind, they could just not show up. That way, no pressure could be applied.

“Well as you may have guessed, we all showed up for dinner though we admitted to each other that we were nervous at the same time. Dinner and conversation calmed us down and we headed back to your place after dinner. You were with your grandparents that weekend, so we had the house all to ourselves. It was a little awkward at first, but we quickly got into a rhythm and really enjoyed ourselves. I’m going to stop there since I’d be delving into details if I went any further.”

“Wow, thanks for sharing that with me Annie. Not sure how I feel about it, but I am glad to know.”

“The one thing I’m worried about is that you’ll think less of me or your parents now that you know this.”

“No, not at all,” I said. “I’m not sure what the feeling is, but it’s not that. My parents are cooler than I ever knew. It’s not titillating to me, but it’s not gross either. Does that make sense?”

“It absolutely does. You also need time to process this — and feel free to ask me questions too.”

“I have lots of questions, but some of those could probably wait until I’ve sorted out my thoughts better. One question I do have is how often did you all hook up and how long did it go on for?”

“That is a good question. We don’t get together like that very frequently, it is more of a special occasion type thing. We haven’t ever put an end to it, I stayed with them the night before we came up for your graduation as a matter of fact.” She winked.

Annie’s sly expression as she confided that to me got me strangely excited. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but filed it away mentally for later consideration.

Then a slight panic hit me. “Wait, so what’s their visit up here all about? This is new information and I’m not sure I’m on board with what might happen!”

“Whoa, calm down there fella!” Annie smiled. “You’re jumping to conclusions. Sex is not part of the plan when your parents are up here. It’s not in my plan and I’m sure it’s not in theirs. Remember all of the times the four of us have gotten together and it’s been completely normal — like EVERY time? That’s what we’ll be doing this time too.”

“Plus,” Annie continued, “I don’t do foursomes anyway! I tried it once — with another group — and I found it physically and emotionally awkward. I took an incidental elbow to the jaw because we all couldn’t keep track of our body parts! No thanks, not again!”

That helped break the tension and we continued painting that afternoon talking about other things. I was probably quieter than usual since Sahabet Güncel Giriş I was processing all of this new information. I was also getting horny, which usually happened every day around this time, but it felt more acute today. We had about a half hour of work left in the day and we started discussing what we wanted to do that night.

“You know, Annie, we’ve discussed role-play briefly and I’d really like to try that out.”

“Sure! Did you have anything particular in mind?” she said with a quizzical glance.

“I’ve got to be honest, Annie, a lot of my fantasies have revolved around you for quite a long time. I mean we could do a take on the ‘teacher-student’ thing, but it feels really close to what we’re doing already!” I said. “I’d be up for something totally different from that, so maybe you have something in mind we could do.”

Annie thought about this for a moment and said, “You know, Jake, one fantasy that I’ve been toying around with is having frantic, anonymous sex — like meeting someone in a bar and fucking like crazy in the bathroom. I like the taboo of it all, plus it’s not anything I’d actually like to do in real life because of — well — so many issues! But as a role-play fantasy, that’s something I could support.”

“Interesting,” I responded, “I can’t say I ever would have thought of something like that, but we’ve enjoyed everything else we’ve tried, so I’m willing to give this a shot too.”

“OK,” said Annie, “I always appreciate your openness! After we finish up out here this afternoon, we’ll shower and dress like we’re going out to a dive bar — you know, grungy, but still like we’re hoping to hook up. We can set up my kitchen island as a bar and we’ll turn on some loud music. We’ll improvise from there.”

That sounded good to me.

*****

The lights were dim and the music was pretty loud when I came in. I got myself a bucket of beers and found a seat. There was a woman at the end of the bar who there by herself. She didn’t appear to be ‘shopping’ but looked friendly. She was older than I was and was very attractive. She caught my glimpse and gave me a slight smile before taking another sip of her beer.

There wasn’t much in the bar that was all that interesting, and I couldn’t help glimpsing at the woman across the bar whenever I could. Once or twice, I found her looking over at me when I glanced at her. She had a beautiful face, with lustrous brown hair down to her shoulders. She was wearing a nice top that buttoned down the front, giving me a peak at her cleavage. By the way her breasts pushed against her blouse, it seemed that there was much more underneath than was showing.

I finished up my beer and noticed that her beer was empty too. I decided to be neighborly and took two of my remaining beers out of the bucket and went over to her. I held the bottles up and asked if she would like one and she graciously accepted and offered me the seat next to her. I uncapped both bottles and we clinked them together before we each took a long pull of our beers.

We didn’t introduce ourselves to each other, but we did chat a little about mostly meaningless things. She had a beautiful voice and from my new vantage point I could see into her cleavage even better, and it was driving me wild. I was sneaking another peek when I looked back up at her and saw her pretty eyes staring right back at me and a smile formed on her lips. She put her hand on my knee and asked, “So, do you like what you see?”

Before I could answer, she excused herself and went into the bathroom. As she got up, I admired her beautiful legs underneath her short skirt and got a glimpse of her great ass as she walked away from me. When she returned, I could see her large breasts moving subtly under her blouse and she once again gave me a sly smile.

She was holding something in her right hand and when she sat down, she moved her stool closer to mine, grabbed my free hand, and gave me what she had been holding onto. It was a pair of wadded-up panties, and they were slightly moist.

She was looking me straight in the eye, smiling devilishly, but saying nothing. She took another long pull of her beer and moved one of her knees in between my legs until it was pressed against my crotch.

She drained her beer and said into my ear, “I’ve just checked out the bathroom and it seems nice, clean and private. Care to join me for a fuck?”

I took another sip of beer, smiled and gave her a slow nod of approval.

“I’ll go first, and why don’t you follow me in about a minute later?” and with that she patted my crotch, got up and went back over to the restroom.

I finished my beer and walked to the bathroom as casually as I could. When I got inside, there she was. She had pulled her shirt out of her skirt and had apparently removed her bra as well as I could see her magnificent tits just underneath the thin fabric of her blouse.

I came over to her and our lips met in an intense kiss with lots of tongue. My hands went immediately to her tits and she said, “Yeah baby, go ahead and unbutton my blouse.”

I did as instructed and freed her breasts from their confines groped them and tweaked her nipples.

“Oh god!” she said, “I’ve got to have you!”

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A Mother’s Lust Ch. 13

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Big Dicks

Many apologies for taking so long to write yet another chapter of A Mother’s Lust. I’m still working on this series, and I thank you all for your patience. Life has certainly been a bit of a rollercoaster these past few months. I hope you enjoy this, and I hope I can write Ch. 14 in less time than this one.

***

I didn’t wait for Karla to reach out to me. The mental image of Marilyn subjugating Karla haunted me. It was too much to bear for even one night. The following Sunday, the day after the potluck, I woke up feeling like shit, knowing full well I would need to do something about it.

Contrary to the many, many times I had felt like shit since the start of my affair with Karla, this time I felt that way for something other than the simple repulsive nature of adultery. This time, my guilt gnawed at me due to my abandonment of Karla when she had been at her most vulnerable. In hindsight, it felt stupid to have believed her threats. In hindsight, I’d been an idiot more worried about sex with her than about her own wellbeing. Even if this was Karla, and traditional love and loyalty were something she was probably incapable of feeling or appreciating, it felt wrong.

In fairness, I didn’t know how to make it up to Karla; she wasn’t one for pampering. The thought of her accepting even a hug seemed almost absurd. Still, my first action upon waking up was to text her. I had to do something. My fears of Marilyn revealing the affair, my acute awareness of Karla’s nastiness, and the uncertainty about her son having reached a breaking point – all of them resurfaced as I typed out the first message.

“Karla, we must meet today”

I had expected a stern message. Maybe she would tell me to fuck off. Maybe she would directly demand that I never spoke to her again. The dread I felt as I read ‘Karla is typing…’ was almost as bad as the guilt that had been eating me alive since the previous afternoon. Her first message broke the tension the way I least expected. Multiple messages followed, none of them showing any hints that this was the same woman I had witnessed breaking down the day before.

“Look at you, all bossy

“Tired of waiting for me to get horny?

“You haven’t forgotten I’m in charge, have you?”

Her games had a minimal effect on me, this once. The same applied to the wave of emojis she spammed afterwards. I was too worried to be annoyed. Too stressed. Too damn guilty.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry,” I wrote.

“Wtf are you talking about?” came her replies. “Are you drunk?

“Looking for a pity fuck?

“Apologizing for being out of line?

“Kinky. I like it

“Go on, please”

Was she genuinely confused, or orchestrating a scenario to have me grovel before her? Though I couldn’t tell, at that moment I felt an overwhelming sense that groveling was exactly what I deserved.

“I’m sorry for leaving the potluck. I hate myself for it. You needed me there. I failed you. You gave me everything and I failed you.”

There was another moment of nothingness, before Karla started typing. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to keep my breathing under control. Part of me still expected this playfulness to be just a disguise, a ploy to lure me into a false sense of security. I expected her to drop the act at any moment and tear my heart apart with an official end to our relationship.

“I thought I told you to leave”

A thinking emoji popped up. It felt more genuine than all the other ones had been, somehow. Sounds ridiculous, I know.

“You did. But I shouldn’t have”

“Have I ever punished you for following my orders?”

The answer to that question was an obvious ‘yes’. She seemed to realize it too, given the message that followed.

“Have I ever been mad at you for doing what I say?”

And this, I’ll admit, was a good point. Karla was unlike many other women I’d fallen in love with in that regard too. Or at least she seemed to be. I can remember having multiple fights with other girls precisely because I had done as they’d told me. Despite being so cruel, Karla was at least straightforward.

“No. But I still need to meet up with you”

“My son isn’t around, though”

That unexpected reply caught me off-guard.

“What?”

“To watch us!

“We can’t stop now!

“We’re so close!”

I had bigger things on my mind than contesting whatever twisted logic she was employing. So I kept powering forward.

“We can skip the sex, this once

“I just want to talk to you”

“WHAT?”

Karla unleashed a torrent of angry emojis that hardly felt genuine.

“Why the fuck would I agree to that?”

“I thought you didn’t want sex because he isn’t around”

“I always want sex, Peter

“Don’t you already know that?”

I found myself sighing in front of the phone.

“Let’s just meet up. We can have sex depending on how you’re feeling”

“Hmmm

“Only if I get to choose exactly how we have sex”

An emoji sticking its tongue out taunted me on the screen. I didn’t Sahabet even need that little yellow face to figure out I’d regret agreeing to this. Karla would probably shove something up my ass, probably an electric wand. Or worse, she’d want us to do something in public. Neither option was appealing, especially when I was more worried than I was horny.

I spent a long moment considering my options. I didn’t want to haggle. I didn’t want to give up on the idea of meeting her. I didn’t want to be a willing victim to Karla either, though. I ran a hand through my hair again, then finally replied.

“Deal

“But we must talk first”

Karla typed out an answer after a while.

“Jesus, Peter

“You make it sound like you’re about to die”

Knowing Karla, giving her free reign to do with me as she pleased could very well mean that was true. Still, I was steadily losing my patience with her nonchalant attitude towards our relationship and everything that had happened the previous afternoon.

“Just promise me we’ll talk things through”

“You’re still going on about this? I said we would, didn’t I?”

“Promise me. We talk first” I had to insist.

“Then we fuck however I want

“Fine

“I promise” Karla’s messages arrived in quick succession.

This felt like it was as close to a deal as I was probably going to get.

“Thank you. I head for your place, then?”

“No. Meet me at typical

“Can’t let Betty have one over me”

I immediately felt like this was a terrible idea. Typical was no place to discuss adultery or have sex. Neither of the things we had agreed to do was going to be easy in a café. Amidst all these concerns, the subtle hints of Karla’s jealousy of Betty were almost lost on me.

“Fine. 15:00. I’ll be there”

Karla did not even reply to that. My morning was spent just preparing what I wanted to talk to her about. I wrote notes on my phone, I rehearsed what I wanted to say, and I felt ridiculous doing it all. My concerns effectively centered on Marilyn, her impact on Karla, and our affair’s precarious future.

I arrived at Typical about twenty minutes before the agreed upon time. Those twenty minutes were spent pacing around the entrance, muttering the same questions to myself over and over and over again.

Karla’s arrival was sudden and stealthy. It should not have surprised me the way it did when she crept up on me.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting!” she spoke loudly once she was right behind me.

I instinctively flinched in reaction to her little prank. I then turned around. Seeing Karla smirking as usual, her eyes again twinkling with mischief, I failed to even get mad at her. That was how worried I had been about her.

“Karla!” I half-opened my arms, unsure if I could go for a hug. It had felt like an eternity since I had last seen her, and I don’t doubt my expression conveyed this.

She shot me a quizzical look. Her green eyes trailed down my arms as I lowered them fully.

“Peter, I swear I have no idea what is wrong with you today.”

“With me? I should be the one asking if everything is alright with you. I shouldn’t have left you alone at the potluck. I-“

“Is this how you usually go about things on dates? You just drown the girl in apologies?” she grinned mischievously.

“Dates?” I couldn’t help but sound hazy. “What…?”

“Was it too much sex in one day? Are you broken?”

Karla was now leaning towards me. No amount of concern could ever make those playful looks she gave me anything but irresistible. The freckles, the green eyes, the adorable little lips that curled upwards. It all soothed me, this time around.

“No,” I steadied myself. “No, no. I’m not broken. Let’s just… go in.”

I ended up taking Karla to the exact same table I had sat at when I had come there with Betty. She immediately took the chance to take off her jacket and show off the deep V-neck on her beige sweater. Never in my life would I have predicted I’d get to go on a date with a woman showing off that much cleavage in November. Not that I was complaining, of course. Much like Betty’s date, my eyes immediately focused on her freckled breasts as Karla sat down and pressed them provocatively against the table. We ordered our coffees mere moments afterwards.

“So…” she bit her lip. “Let’s talk so we can get to the fun part of our deal.”

It was actually strange to be with Karla for so long without things getting violent. Or erotic. Or both. It didn’t feel real, somehow. Any way I thought about starting the conversation felt unnatural and awkward. I opted to drop it all on her without overthinking any longer.

“Fine. What else did Marilyn do to you after I left?”

Karla’s smile died a little, but she maintained her upbeat tone of voice.

“That banshee? Oh, she clung to the party a while longer, and then she left with Betty. Tough luck for you. I think my little sister is going straight again, thanks to mother dearest.”

She sounded surprisingly Sahabet Giriş neutral as she said all of this. To say it worried me to no end would be an understatement.

“And she didn’t tell George about us?”

“You heard her, didn’t you?” Karla rolled her eyes. The green emeralds were suddenly very hard, devoid of their usual playfulness. “Not while it would harm her precious daughter.”

“Precious daughter that you just said is going straight?” I let my impatience taint my voice. “Won’t she-?”

“She won’t,” she waved a hand dismissively. “My mother likes to see me wriggle. Much more than she would like to see half of her family break apart.”

I highly doubted this was the case. Marilyn had looked more than happy to inflict any kind of misery upon Karla provided it felt justified. Karla apparently noticed my skepticism.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I don’t know Marilyn,” I shrugged noncommittally. “But I know you’ve kept everyone, including your son under control with cruelty, threats and bullying.”

Karla smirked at that. My intention, this time, had not been to pay her a compliment.

“I don’t think that will work on her.”

“I didn’t say I’d do any of that to her.”

“Then what is the plan?” I leaned forward. “Just praying she likes toying with you for the rest of her life?”

“I can already tell you,” Karla sounded bitter. “She will like torturing me for the rest of her life.”

“But-“

“Oh God…” Karla groaned. “Please don’t tell me all the questions are related to that witch of a woman.”

This sent me over the edge. I straightened myself, looked Karla straight in her tumultuous green eyes, and spoke as clearly as I could.

“I worry about you, Karla,” I tapped the table twice. “I agreed to come here, I agreed to be taken by you however you want… all so I could check up on you and make amends. I love you, Karla. In the broken way you’ve taught me to love you. This once, you will not dismiss my concerns.”

She looked taken aback by my words. Even I don’t know where those came from. I hadn’t rehearsed that bit.

“Fine…” she let her head rest on her hand. “Let’s talk about Marilyn some more…”

“Can’t you drug her, like you did with Betty? She seems nastier than Betty. Nastier than you, even.”

Karla wrinkled her nose.

“You’d have me fuck my own mother silly?”

“That’s the line you won’t cross?” I raised my brow. “Given what you’ve done to Betty already, I didn’t think it’d be such a big deal.”

“I like Betty. I wouldn’t give that hag pleasure if she was the last source of body heat in the world. And that includes sharing my toys,” she stared at me pointedly.

“Betty hated us when we did it the first time… I hated us for doing it too.”

Just like that, Karla was smiling at me. It hardly felt appropriate, given we were talking about skirting the line of consent with her relatives.

“What? What did I say?”

“I must say I’m surprised you’d suggest this, Peter. You really have come a long way.”

“Marilyn hurt you. She is probably not done.”

“She is never done,” Karla muttered in a way that sounded involuntary. Her sulking was almost childlike.

I had to stop to look at her for a moment. This hardly felt like her. Karla could be cute, but never would I associate her with the bratty mommy issues she was displaying there and then. Never did she lose control over her words or emotions like that.

“What?” she grumbled as she noticed my staring.

“You are unbalanced,” I told her.

“Are you saying I’m crazy? We’ve been over this, Peter,” she smirked.

I chose to ignore her derailing attempts.

“This bothers you,” I declared incredulously. “You never tried to get over these issues?”

“I’m not a child anymore,” Karla scoffed. “I’m rid of her influence and her punishments. I do what I please. When I please.”

To my utter dismay, she broke eye contact with me shortly after saying that. I had never seen Karla vulnerable exclusively before me. Had this happened earlier during our affair, I would have destroyed her here without remorse.

“You can talk to me, Karla. I don’t have to be just a person you fuck.”

“The person I fuck,” she corrected me with a weak little smile.

“I can be more than that. We’re close… aren’t we?”

Karla chuckled bitterly into her own cup of coffee. Words cannot describe how uncomfortable it was for me to find those malicious green eyes avoiding mine. It felt like something was beyond wrong.

“You really aren’t content just being my fuckbuddy, are you? I thought I had put your notions of us becoming conventional lovers to rest.”

“You and I must have very different ideas of what conventional lovers do,” I retorted as sharply as I could. “Nothing we did yesterday felt conventional to me.”

“Touché,” she giggled. “But we’re already doing what you want. Here I am, telling you all about my dear, sweet mother. And believe me, there are many things I’d rather Sahabet Güncel Giriş be doing with you right about now.”

“I need you to be okay.”

I grabbed her chin and forced her to look me in the eyes. Her jade eyes had very little of the fire I associated with them. It was heartbreaking.

“I need you to get it through your head that you don’t need to just be the terrifying, lust-powered dominatrix I already know you can be.”

She chuckled at that. It sounded dangerously close to a sob.

“If Marilyn keeps tormenting you, I want to help you. I’m yours, Karla. You own me. For more than just sex. Don’t let your mother get away with torturing you for no reason.”

“Peter, I swear to fucking God…” she whispered.

I noticed her eyes were particularly shiny then. Tears? This time, I opted out of saying anything. Whatever was coming out of her mouth, she was going to have to figure it out and utter it herself. Karla shook her head a couple of times before finally speaking.

“You keep surprising me,” her smile returned. It still looked like a fragile if beautiful thing.

“I don’t think you’d have kept me around if I didn’t.”

That was, without a shadow of a doubt, the closest thing I’d ever had to a sweet moment with Karla. The way her green eyes regained some of their fire was truly remarkable to me. I almost failed to notice how her hand was lightly patting my knee under the table. Knowing Karla, that was almost an innocent gesture.

We finished our coffees in the ensuing silence after that exchange. Karla’s adorable little smile hadn’t perished in the meantime.

“You own me too, you know?” she muttered after a while. “More than I’m keen on admitting. More than I’d taunt my son with.”

I didn’t really know why. I’d never even wondered about Karla’s reasons to give a damn about me. Would things have gone this far if I hadn’t turned out to be almost as rotten as she was? I was not brave enough to ask.

“So…” she grinned as she leaned forward, hands pushing against the table. “I think we’re all talked up…”

“You’re alright now?” I still had to ask.

“I’ll be alright once we’re done,” Karla bit her lip.

I felt a mix of dread and fascination about what Karla had in mind for us. The fact we were in a public place was not lost on me, but it could very well be lost on her. She stood up without ever ceasing her lustful stare at me. It was remarkable how she could switch on her playfulness like that.

“I’ll pay for our drinks,” she smiled down at me. “But first, I need you to drink this.”

There was suddenly a plastic bottle dangling before my eyes. The contents looked almost like water.

“What’s this?” I had to ask, the sweetness of the previous moment rapidly wearing off on me.

Karla tut-tutted disapprovingly.

“Now, now. You said I could choose exactly how we fuck,” she smirked.

I spent a good few seconds looking at that bottle. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what I’d be ingesting if I drank from it. The thought of being drugged in Typical, of all places, did little to ease my discomfort.

“What is it?” I tried to mask the apprehension in my voice.

“I want you not to know,” her smirk widened, then she dangled the bottle closer to my face. “Drink.”

My hands reached out for the bottle very slowly. The smell gave me zero clues about what I had just been given. Karla did not blink, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as I held the bottle close to my lips. After a deep breath, I drank it all in one swig. The taste was no better an indicator of what I had just ingested.

“Good boy,” she nodded approvingly, preparing to head towards the counter. “Find us a good place to fuck, yeah? Unless you feel like going at it right here.”

She was serious, I realized. A quick glance at her eyes was all it took for me to know this was no idle threat. Without any real line between her and the cashier, my time to decide on where to go would run out quickly. I settled for the men’s restroom.

Karla waltzed in there without any shame or secrecy, as I had reasonably expected. She strolled in without a hint of hurry in her step, casually leaning against the wall once she was inside.

“So… What do you want to do?” I ran my hands through my hair, paying close attention to any possible effects of what I had just drunk back there.

“Yeeesh, you sound excited,” Karla pushed herself off the wall and shoved me into the nearest stall. The push did not end until I was sitting on the toilet.

I had to wonder, again, what she had in store. Given the recent sneakiness of our affair, having it in a public restroom felt a little bland, even with drugs in the mix. I had to question whether my growing horniness was borne out of the drink or just Karla’s own sultriness. At this point, I was very much hard and eager, despite having reservations. After all, without her son to torment, I was quite certain she would have to torture me instead.

She bit her lip as she closed the door behind her. The stall was almost too small for the two of us. I got to feel her scent as she undressed without much of a fuss. Karla rarely cared about foreplay unless there was a nasty element to it somewhere. Once she took off her trousers, I noticed her rifling through her pockets.

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Masturbation

This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author’s consent

All characters are eighteen or over, there is some blackmail reluctance in this story, if that isn’t your ideal please read something else as I have no wish to offend anyone, it was touch and go whether this went into incest or non-consent.

I woke up the following morning filled with lust, as my dreams had been quite explicit, involving both step sisters as well as my stepmother. None of us were related by blood, but the fact we lived under the same roof, as well as the words mother and sister, made it taboo in a sexy kind of way. Any kind of kink helped; after all the years I’d spent solely wanking, you kind of reached the end of porn.

You came to a point where you’ve seen most things PornHub and the other sites have to offer, the only difference being the pretty faces or the body types. But to me, they all seemed to lack invention, as if they saw us all as mindless wank machines where the story was superfluous.

Don’t get me wrong; there are more than enough times I’ve proven them right, in anyone’s Fapping career for that matter, but over time, a story would certainly help. I mean, the stepmother doing more than showing her tits before inhaling her son’s cock, the little looks, the building of tension–that is where the stories in Literotica had them beat hands down, pardon the pun!

This is why the new situation where I found myself in control of my beautiful but frankly evil stepsister was driving me crazy. I couldn’t get her eyes that bore into me as I invaded her sweet, warm, wet mouth out of my mind! She was fucking divine, and I had to have her. I’d been a little power-crazed, as I’d demanded them all. She would do nicely!

The knock on my door jolted my hand from my cock and the thoughts from my mind.

“Yes,” I called, as the door was pushed open.

Susan came in wearing just her fluffy pink towel robe after her shower; her eyes didn’t meet mine as she closed the door behind her. When she quietly approached me, she raised her eyes, begging me for something I hadn’t quite worked out yet.

“We can’t do the things we did yesterday again, Scott,” she said. “You can’t make me…”

“Ok,” I said, simply cutting her off.

“What?” She asked, shocked that it had been so easy.

“You’re right, of course, you are Susan. I’ll phone my lawyer this morning and start the legal proceedings today.”

“What, why?” “No, that’s not what I…” she stuttered.

“Of course, that was the option you begged against yesterday, but if you’ve changed your mind and want to clean your guilty conscience, I’m agreeable; of course I am,” I said, smiling. “I only failed to call him yesterday as you begged me so nicely, not to.”

“No, Scott, that’s not what I meant; I simply meant, you need to be reasonable; It was an accident; we didn’t mean anything by it,” she said quietly, realizing her predicament. She’d obviously spent the night searching for options while going over it in her mind.

“No, of course, setting up your sister to pretend to be molested so I’d rescue her, opening me to your blackmail attempt at my dead mother’s money, was an accident.” “I’m being unreasonable, wanting justice against you, Janie, Mellisa, and the prick who calls himself my father.” I said, smiling coldly, “No, the fact that the whole family planned, coerced, and executed a cold-blooded blackmail attempt was an accident. I’m sure the authorities will agree with you.” “You’ll forgive me for wanting that clarified, though, yes?” I said, smiling as she wilted under the accusations, “I mean, it’s not as if I have you on tape admitting it all now, is it?”.

Her face was as pale as snow, now that her little theory had been blown wide open.

“So if you can kindly leave, I will call my grandfather to get a second opinion. I mean, he’s trustworthy, so I’m sure he hasn’t opened the emails I asked him to hold onto for me.” It couldn’t hurt for her to think someone else had copies of her confession, you know, just in case she had any more daft ideas.

“Y-Y, You said you wouldn’t,” she whispered, as a lone tear fell down her cheek.

“What, like you promised to behave! Yes, I can see where we’d disagree on trustworthiness.” I sighed, starting to stand.

But she pushed me back, silently opening her robe and showing me her complete and utterly naked, perfect body. Her pussy was freshly shaven, her mound was clear for all to see, and her lower lips were perfect. Everything was so neat; she looked so delicious that I had to physically stop myself from leaning forward to lick her. After this morning’s performance, she’d need to offer me everything on a silver platter.

I looked up at her, feigning confusion, as she scowled, knowing full well what I now wanted from her.

“Please Scott, let me please you, sir,” she said. The sir was a nice touch if it hadn’t sounded as if she was being dragged across broken glass when she said it.

“I’m not sure; this doesn’t seem Sahabet like something you want for yourself,” I said, smiling smugly.

“Oh no, brother, I want to serve you. I do.” She whispered as she pulled back the sheet covering my morning glory, the tent surely having given it away. Maybe not. As she gasped so sweetly, I almost forgot what a bitch she was, standing there naked before me.

I looked at her then, my cock twitched, with an ‘it’s not going to suck itself’ look on my face, if such a look existed; if not, it definitely should!

She slowly stroked my cock, pumping it up and down, watching my face for any sign. When I licked my lips, she dropped to her knees, licking only the head so lightly that I was going insane. I stroked her cheek tenderly as she gulped before taking me into her mouth. Oh my fucking god! It was almost enough to turn this cynical atheist to the big man himself, because, fuck me sideways, she felt heavenly; to me, this was an experience.

A noise outside in the hallway had her jerk back, standing up and closing her robe, her eyes going wide, as a firm hand knocked on my door.

“Scott,” my dad called out.

“Fuck off!” I eloquently replied.

“We need to talk; it’s about the case, son, and there’s been some bad news!” I could hear the smile in his nasal voice.

“Fuck off!” I repeated it just as eloquently as the first time.

“Now you listen…” was his response before I interrupted him.

“No, you listen, Dad,” I said, my voice sugar-sweet. “I could give two fucks what your lackeys say.”

As Susan slipped into my bathroom, he burst in with Mellisa my evil Stepmother, and I jumped up, my firm cock swinging in the breeze. Mellisa couldn’t take her eyes off my hard young cock, weighing in at a solid seven to eight inches long with a girth I was particularly proud of.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Cover yourself up.” Dad cried out, shooting evil glares at an entranced Mellisa who was openly staring.

“I didn’t invite you in, so no, fuck off!” I said, squaring my considerably well-muscled shoulders. Just then, Janie came in to see what the commotion was.

“Oh my God!” She cried out, taking in my muscles, six-pack, v-shaped swimmer’s torso, and my swollen twitching hard cock!

Susan and I had a shared bathroom; she must have unlocked it somehow, as she now appeared dressed behind everyone in the hallway.

“Why are we all staring at Scott’s impressive muscles and, whoah, his hard cock?” She sold her surprise well, as my father gathered them all, trying to herd them outside.

“Put some fucking clothes on!” He snapped.

“Don’t worry, perving on your naked son’s cock is going into the next court report!” I shouted, trying to hold back my laughter at their now scandalized faces. “Take a picture; why don’t you, Mellisa?” I said, laughing, and that finally snapped her eyes away from the obviously more impressive specimen than I’d given it credit for. I was glad Susan had fluffed him for me.

I took my time in the shower before pumping out fifty sit-ups, followed by fifty pushups. Some bar curls prepped my muscles for the walk downstairs, where they were predictably waiting for me.

“What, you didn’t get enough of a look this morning?” I declared loudly,

“We need to talk; my lawyer says that lad has a good case,” my father whined, as Janie looked anywhere but at my snarling face.

“That’s funny; my lawyer says it’s bogus bullshit! advising a countersuit against any and all parties involved,” I said sweetly, and I let that sink in as I watched them squirm. “How much is Elliot’s family home worth? Oh, and I suppose I’ll need this place valued, as you all put him up to it, after all.”

Their exploded acts of outrage were fucking hysterical as their wide eyes searched each other for clues on what to do next.

“You can’t poss…” my dad managed, as I interrupted him,

“Of course, I can; I know it was you, you useless prick, and I’m betting I can prove it too. Grandfather agrees with me; he’s more than willing to put up the lawyer’s fees as he sees you in the same light as I do.” My father visibly wilted at that, and Mellisa looked around frantically.

“When I prove what happened, you all realize blackmail, especially premeditated attempts like this, is federal, yes?” I dropped that bomb as I left, winking at them and walking away smiling.

I’d left my dictaphone behind the picture on the table by the dining room, a small act of sleight of hand. It would feed everything they said straight to the cloud. Fuck me, they were making it too easy! I actually whistled as I walked to school. I usually fucking hated walking, the sisters got to drive a car my dad had bought them while he enjoyed making me walk.

At this rate, I’d own his fucking house while he was in jail or living on the streets, for all I cared. Yes, while it hurt that I couldn’t trust Janie as I’d thought, this failed plan was spectacular for me.

Susan grabbed me as I walked into school, and she said, “What Sahabet Giriş the fuck! I thought we had a deal?” She hissed.

“Whatever are you talking about, sister dearest?” I laughed at her annoyed face.

“You practically said you had proof!” she hissed, getting even more annoyed the longer this went on.

“No, I said, I could prove what you all did to me; you didn’t think you were the only weak link, did you?” I said quietly, laughing as she looked so confused.

“Then why should I keep sucking your cock?” She hissed again, a triple hiss.

“Well, judging by the looks of all the women in the house this morning, everyone wants to anyway,” I said, smirking, as she blushed a deep shade of red.

“Fine, you looked fucking hot, all muscles, a six-pack, and a throbbing cock!” she admitted, as she breathed heavily.

“So why shouldn’t I just use your little confession?” I asked, teasing her now.

“It’s not my fault we were interrupted!” She whined, “Please, we have a deal.”

“Really? Well, meet me at Motel Six this afternoon at three, then,” I said curtly as I walked away.

“I can’t have a cheerleading practice,” she called after me.

“No worries, I’ll just use the time to make a few calls,” I said, smiling.

“Fine!” she huffed, “but if I come, you won’t use my confession against me?” She asked,

“Absolutely Not! Nor will I if you aren’t there, dear sister. As we both know, blackmail is a serious federal offence. I’d hate to think you believe me capable of such a thing. I mean, even accomplices will be jailed.” I said loudly, looking around as two of her cheerleader friends stood terrified, like rabbits caught in the headlights. I walked off as they rushed over, arguing, allowing me a little chuckle.

I lay in bed, my bed. If she was bringing others in to help her, she’d sealed her fate. To be honest, they all had, as the dictaphone had picked them up, clearly all arguing over whose fault this major fuckup was! It was a done deal now, I’d sent my grandfather and our lawyer a copy of that recording.

My grandfather hated my dad with a vengeance, almost as much as I did. I’d never heard him so happy after he’d spoken to his lawyer over the tape. They’d both agreed I could leave the house anytime I wanted now, as we could legally prove I was in danger over this innocuous little attempt at blackmail. I’d find it funny if Janie hadn’t been involved, but she’d made her bed; now she just had to lie in it. Unfortunately for her, it would be a prison bunk.

Susan stormed into my room. I really should lock the fucking door, but truth be told, I’d been waiting for her here, as she was bound to be furious. I mean, she would have turned up at Motel Six to find our room cancelled without any explanation.

“Why the fuck weren’t you there?” she asked, yelling furiously.

“What, so your little buddies could jump me or something?” I asked, smiling as she shrank before my eyes, “Did you think I’d miss them in the hallway? I mean, they are kind of hot.”

“I-I, I don’t know what you mean,” she stuttered, utterly useless at this when I’d have thought she’d be an expert.

“Me neither, my little whistleblower,” I said, smiling.

“We had a deal!” she whined, stamping her foot.

“Twice! At least Twice, you’ve tried to fuck me over, and that’s without counting the original blackmail attempt, so do me a favour and fuck off! You may as well enjoy the time you have left.” I growled out loudly, then smiled as she gasped at that.

“We had a…..” 

“I Fucking dare you to say deal! You two-timing, backstabbing little bitch,” I growled, thoroughly pissed off now. I stood before her and she shrank from five-six to an insignificant ant before me.

“Sorry, sorry, I am, but they’re my family,” she whined.

“I will want all your stuff gone when they hand me the house, after the conviction, I will sue you All for damages!” I smiled as that one rang true: the little money grabber would miss her money.

“You can’t we’re family,” she said, as the tears fell.

“The fuck we are, family don’t set brothers up for this!” I yelled. I was truly pissed off.

As I turned, she ran to the door, locking it. When I turned back, she was taking her clothes off, and playtime was over, she shucked her sweater, followed by her skirt, bra, and panties, as she finally submitted to me. Naked, she dropped to her knees, crawling over to me and pulling my shorts down, revealing my hard, swollen cock as I threw my T-shirt off my body. I was videoing her on my iPhone, and she didn’t even argue the point as she stroked my cock, covering him in kisses.

“What are you doing, Susan?” I asked coldly.

She looked me in the eyes. “Sucking your magnificent cock, brother,” she said huskily.

“Why, sister dear?” I asked her, smiling now.

“Because I crave your cock, sir,” she whispered right into the lens as she swallowed me whole. She spluttered a bit at that, but it was her first attempt after all, so I should give her Sahabet Güncel Giriş some leeway.

As she bobbed up and down my length, I could see her making it as an actress, I almost believed she was worshipping my cock of her own accord.

“Now then, pretty sister bitch, stand up and beg me to fuck you,” I growled as She went wide-eyed.

“They, they’ll hear us,” she whispered, panicked.

“Not if you’re quiet,” I smiled, as she stared in awe at my cock. Did I mention she would make a fucking good actress?

“I won’t be quiet with that in me, sir,” she whispered, totally submissive now.

I turned my music up quite loud as she looked from me to the speakers and then back again. The kinky bitch smiled.

“Please be gentle, sir; it is my first time, I assure you,” she said, more confident now.

“Then your hymen will prove me wrong, no?” I asked,

“No,” she sighed. “I have a very active five-inch vibrator, sir.”

“I knew you were lying, like the whore they said you were!” I growled, outraged; I’d almost believed her.

“I’m not!” She said, crying, “I’m honestly not!”

“Get out!” I was beyond annoyed at myself.

“No, please,” she said, bending over.

I couldn’t hold back, as the lying bitch was just too perfect, but I had the sense to put a condom on.

“You don’t need that, Scott,” she whispered. “I’m a virgin, and I’m on the pill!”

“I’ve no reason to believe either of those claims,” I growled as the tears flowed from her lying, fucking eyes.

I nudged my swollen condom-covered cock along her wet folds. I placed one hand on her hip, holding her tightly. The other I ran across her soaking wet mound, her sweet gasp when I dipped a finger into her was music to my ears. She was beyond wet; I mean, I had no point of reference, but she was dripping down her leg, and still, I couldn’t thrust in. Something in my mind believed her, and I couldn’t hurt her or ruin both of our first times, as stupid as that made me.

I nudged myself into the entrance to her holy temple; it took way more pressure than I would have thought to reach the lobby. Her now-swollen lips gripped me like a fucking voice. I was afraid to move; it felt like she was gripping the head of my cock with pliers.

I stood still until she eventually rocked back onto me ever so gently, back and forth, rocking us together as I entered her a millimetre at a time.

“Maybe we should stop,” I said, trying to pull out.

“Why?” she gasped. “Am I not good enough?” she asked sadly.

“You’re so fucking tight; maybe you should wait until someone turns you on,” I said. “I don’t want to keep hurting you. I may not like you, but I will never willingly hurt you; that’s the difference between us,” I said. I moaned then as she started rocking back harder, forcing my cock ever deeper into her warm, wet velvet folds.

“Fuck! You’re so damn right,” I groaned, as it started feeling so very good.

“I want you, you big moron, but I’m not lying; it’s my first time, and you’re so much bigger than that fucking toy!” She groaned and then gasped sweetly.

I started working myself out as well as in, using her juices to lubricate my cock. As I freed myself up, I edged deeper, harder, and slightly faster, as slow was doing us no good whatsoever!

“God yes!” She cried out, as I plundered her less gently with more depth, she was opening up like the petals of a flower–if you need a fucking crowbar on the flower, that is. But by all the gods, old, new, or forgotten, she was worth it. She loosened her grip slightly, and I found an ever-increasing rhythm, taking us both to heaven by the sound of it. My only problem now was quietening her down, as she was becoming more and more vocal, calling me her newfound god and begging me never to stop.

I grabbed her hair, pulling her to me. As I wrapped a hand around her mouth to muffle her screams, the other hand dropped to her perfect thirty-four D-sized breasts. Cupping, kneading, feeling pinching and twisting, it all felt so very very good.

Suddenly I bottomed out inside her, that or she could take no more; her tunnel of love now felt as if it were gripping my cock again as I thrust into her with wild abandon. Pretty soon I was pulling out only to drive back in again and again. God, I loved her pussy. I don’t think I could send this pussy to jail; maybe she should serve her time chained to my bed as if they were the stocks of old, holding her head and arms, leaving her ass and pussy free.

I was driving in and out while squeezing her tits, using her mouth to pull her back onto me as she went limp. My cock was gripped in a vice as she came, and one final thrust saw me fill her with ropes of cum; luckily, I’d worn a condom as I was unsure any known contraceptive could hold these swimmers back.

We slumped together onto my bed; she was a limp rag doll, whimpering with tiny gasps so sweet I was almost hard again. I balled the condom up, making the bin with a clean shot, then I picked her up, wrapping her into an orgasmic ball, and I tucked her into my side. The perfect little spoon.

We woke to a knocking on my door, the music still playing. She looked up at me in awe for the first few moments, until her personality kicked back in as she shot out of bed, pulling her clothes on.

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Prequel to Mom’s New Boyfriend Came Over, this time a workplace romance between married co workers, from the perspective of Lucie, Kitten’s smitten mother.

I met Jacob soon after my husband got sick. He had been transferred from another office to consult our management. My husband’s deterioration came with drastic personality change. It made him mean and paranoid. The worse he got, the more comforting Jacob’s attentive ear became.

I had not feltseen, as a person, by the opposite sex since college, not until he came along. Men were still eager to give me attention for my looks, and to cloddishly pitch to me their philandering as a virtue, not least at work, which gets rather old rather quickly; whereas, rather than making me feel like an item for sale at my own auction, like the boys at the sales department would, Jacob treated me like I was sentient. He was one of the few who validated my experience, who listened, who did not immediately give me unwanted advice about how to live my life in some impossible manner. My beautiful daughter, Kitten, witnessing the reality of her dad, was another such person. Most would more or less pity me for having to bear it. That alone is bad enough, but having to usually feel like the villain for even hinting at life being difficult for myself, made Jacob special. Really, the entire package was special.

My first impression of him from across the office floor wastall andhandsome; and at our introduction the tension was present from the start. The women were all either flirting with or making inappropriate jokes about him amongst each other. At first, I would approach him here and there for innocent conversation. He did not talk about himself much, he never does, even when asked to; instead he would listen to my attempts at small talk, and then suddenly befuddle me, usually with a personal comment or question, which, along with how comfortably he watched me, quickly had me twirling strands of my hair.

The definitive turning point of my situation came on a Friday afternoon. I was standing outside of the office building after work, under street lights and pretty snowflakes. I was theatrically fiddling with the contents of my purse, killing time, waiting, and accumulating anxiety. And there was no way I was leaving.

“Hey.” I heard a familiar voice say to me from the side. I immediately turned towards it, to the tingly wave warming me up in the icy weather.

“Hey.” I replied, trying to look serious, but ultimately unable to contain my smile.

Jacob looked at me, assuming his typical posture — my favourite — with his chin up, his lips slightly parted, and completely relaxed, like he takes you in completely. He was just so annoyingly sexy; hands in his coat pockets, tall, handsome, reserved, and entirely unwavering. “Want to take a drive?” He asked casually, glancing at my lips.

After licking them, I paused to think for a moment.What? Take a drive? Where?… “Yeah.”

He turned to walk, and I followed. I had waited outside the office hoping to get some lone time with him after seeing he was preparing to leave work, expecting perhaps the usual short conversation. The titillating tension grew as we traversed the block towards his car, saying nothing to each other. He opened and closed the car door for me, and then drove us away.

“Where are we going?” I eventually wondered out loud, not wanting to reveal my knowing exactly what this was.

He let my question sit for a moment. “Wherever we want.”

Interesting, I thought. Sahabet “Well, how about… the future?”

He again allowed the silence to build some tension. He always did. “I’ll let you know when we’re there.” He said feigning seriousness, making me giggle.

We resumed the silence, and while his certainty made me more comfortable than anything else could have, I was nervous. I am technically a married woman. My husband and I are growing apart, but he lives in our house, and sleeps in our bed. Jacob is in a similar situation, also technically married, and he has slept with two women in the office building. This proposition had the potential to cause an extreme mess, I knew it, it was all I had been thinking about for the past few months, promising myself I would set limits to our interactions, and ending up breaking them one by one.

He parked by a hotel. My heart was racing. He looked at me with perfect calm, transmitting some of it to me before exiting the car and opening the door for me. We walked right past the reception as he led me to a room he had the key to. We had still not said a word since the short bout of banter in his car. He took my coat off me, making me smile like an idiot; he served us some wine, walked to the other end of the room, turned around, and watched me casually.

I felt the tension build in the silence. He always took his time, and I had gotten generally comfortable with it at this point. This time, however, we were not socializing at the office. I had actually followed him to a hotel. “When did you book the room?” I asked him, questioning his intentions.

He watched me from across the room, with the hint of a smirk on his handsome face, thickening the tension further, making me blush. “I’m glad you came.”

A shiver of arousal spread through me, making me raise my chest for a deep breath. I soon looked away, and suddenly felt nervous again.I should not be doing this.

His smirk gradually melted away, and his expression turned more serious. I decided to meet his gaze again, trying to hold it this time. My mouth had to open slightly to accommodate my increasing need for oxygen.This is actually happening. I felt my eyes gloss over from the nerves, but kept looking at him, feeling lighter by the second. My worries successively subsided as we focused on each other. He made me feel better than anyone ever had. Other people were a blur next to him. He was more real than them, and it made me feel alive.

“Set your glass on that table.” He suddenly demanded, in his typical hoarse, calm voice.

I stared at him for a moment, with a nervous and extremely satisfying pit forming in my stomach, and then did as he asked.

He left his own glass on the counter, and started to walk up to me, increasing my pulse with each of his leisurely steps. He stopped right as his abdomen was about to press up against my breasts, making my nipples tingle from the closeness.

I was panting by now, completely fixated on him, while he just watched me. He liked taking his time. I tried, but eventually could not take any more tension. I grabbed him by the side of his neck and leaned in for a kiss. He did not reciprocate my initiative; not that he pulled back, he did not have to, I could not reach him anyway; instead he just watched me, amplifying the arousal in my body. He must at one point have deemed me sufficiently paralyzed, as he grabbed me by the waist, and led me towards the bed.

He stopped us next to it, leaned in, I did the same, and we kissed deeply. Sahabet Giriş My instinct was to just attack his mouth, to express all of my attraction for him at once, but he slowed the pace down, bridling my enthusiasm, making it slow, deep, wet, and all the more sensual. I had no idea that lip sucking could be so erotic. No amount of worrying about the consequences could have distracted me at this point. This was the thing I needed to do.

He unbuttoned and removed the blouse from my blushing body in a seamless sequence while I worked his shirt. Caressing my lower back with one hand he removed my bra with the other, as smoothly as I would have expected him to.

I was reminded of how magical physical touch could make me feel, of what just a really passionate kiss had the potential to be, of how it could make my whole body shiver with longing.

Jacob sat me down on the bed and leaned in; I went to my back and opened my legs to invite him closer, as close as possible. He got on top of me, placing his weight on my crotch. My eyes were getting heavy, and the tingles between my legs had me breathing deeply. The arousal flooded through my body and heated up my skin, as our topless bodies rubbed against each other, making me squirm. He kissed my neck, sucking on it softly, and in a mellow, full-body motion began to grind his thigh against my sex, his broad body hovering over mine. I let out a whimper, feeling my eyes roll up into my head from the spectacular pleasure he was making me feel. The buildup was making me needier by the moment, but I was under his control, feeling soft and passive under his hard body.

He kissed his way to my breast, and took my stiff nipple into his mouth. He sucked it slowly, increasing the pressure when nearing the tip, pulling on it with his mouth, before letting it slip out, and then sucking it again. I moaned without conscious thought, softening up from his dominant presence, feeling hornier than I had in my dreams.

He got to his knees and elegantly pulled my dress pants off before turning to his own belt buckle. I waited patiently, until I saw the outline of his big cock pressing against his underwear, causing me to spring up to my knees, kiss him, and pull his pants all the way down, desperate to have his penis in my mouth. He grabbed my arms lightly, making me shift my look from his fantastic dick to his eyes. His gesture reminded me of my place, tuning my eager body to his wavelength, possessing me with his gaze.

He looked down at me with his controlled intensity, and slowly drew his fingers over my throat, flicking my chin, letting me know I could proceed.

I was enchanted by the feel of his delicious cock in my mouth, and closed my eyes to sense it even better. I looked up at him, and sucked him slowly, beginning to synch up to his pace.

He gently pulled my head from his cock by my hair, grabbed me by my shoulders, and pinned me down on my back. Standing on his knees in front of me, he watched me with the same serenity he never seemed to forgo. He slowly pulled my soaked panties off. His teasing should have made me pounce on him again, but I knew better now, I felt soft, melted into place, focused on his initiative. He looked at me, and lightly massaged my throbbing pussy.

I was too aroused to make a sound, nearly overstimulated, drawing shallow little breaths with my mouth wide open. My pussy tingled so amazingly under his teasing hand, as we stared at each other intently.

He soon lowered his face to my sex. With my Sahabet Güncel Giriş legs spreading wide and my feet ending up resting on his upper back, I offered myself to him completely. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up from the bed slightly. “Hold out.” He whispered sensually, and proceeded to suck my clit, his warm mouth increasing the tingles in my pussy thousandfold. I wailed in ecstasy, astonished by how impossibly good it felt, and continued to moan when he sucked my horny clit again, giving it slow, deep kisses. I strained my entire body to stop myself from climaxing, desperate to have it happen already, fearing that any further buildup would make me faint.

“Hold out.” He repeated, which I magically managed to do, tensing my body up and holding my breath, feeling the sensation grow to the verge of pain.

“Cum for me.” And with my tingling pussy in his mouth, massaging my bare clitoris with his tongue, he brought me to a screaming orgasm, like a rollercoaster — once you are on, no matter how daunting, you will simply have to take it. I did not know it could feel like that. I had had some good sex as a younger woman, but never experienced anything like this. He had placed me in a state beyond comfort, eradicated my inhibitions, and made me feel completely free, reduced me to nothing but pure, shameless, sexy naughtiness. My body convulsed violently from the ungovernable eruption of seething pleasure, and I loudly vocalized my satisfaction as my cumming pussy poured its liquid willingness on his tongue.

He raised his head from my crotch, tossed my leg across himself putting me on my side, then grabbed my hips and pulled me into doggystyle, keeping me there firmly. My face fell on the sheets, and my knees instinctively slid sideways on the bed as my body made itself available to him. Jacob held my hips tightly and thrust his big cock inside me, his size making me gasp for air. The sensation, the sloppy, hot friction, just bordering on painful, was simply perfect. I moaned hornily as he fucked me, harder and harder, making my back want to curve like a rude sickle. I was gushing on his big cock, and the sucking sounds from him pumping me were so unbelievably hot. He fucked me to another orgasm, this one even more sensational than the last, and came in me with a few satisfied groans, making me so proud, knowing I had pleased him.

He exited me, letting a hot stream pour out and spread all over my sex. He pulled me into his arms and laid down on his back. I pulled myself further into his warm embrace, and took in the masculine scent, having never felt so cozy in my life.

Right as the postclimactic clarity of what just happened was about to spoil the cuddling session, Jacob salvaged the situation: “I want to give you a compliment.” He said, caressing my side.

“Yeah?!” I eagerly inquired, turning to face him.

“Your pussy is fucking incredible.” He muttered, slapped my ass, and pulled me closer.

I buried my face in his chest to cover the giggle as he brought me back into a happy state, making me forget the bad things that all of this might mean. I climbed up his body and made out with him for a moment before skipping to the bathroom. He went after me. When I heard the shower running I invited myself to join him. I pressed my naked body against his under the cool stream of water, as his large frame enveloped and dissolved me into his snuggle, producing the glee of paradise, before we went at it again, first in the shower, and then in the bed.

He drove me to my car near the office afterwards. I watched my hot driver mischievously from the passenger seat, not getting anything out of him but that prideful look, most accurately described as ‘bored with a hint of amusement.’

“See you at work.” I said, and kissed him before leaving with a smile.

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After the close call with Ginny I forced myself to be more careful when it came to being with Scottie. While that sounded like the right thing to do it was obviously very hard on me or should I say on my new found sex drive.

Making things more difficult was that Ginny seemed to want to spend all her free time with me. Don’t get me wrong I certainly enjoyed spending time with her. We shared a lot of nice mother/daughter moments. She certainly has become quite the young adult.

All of her close friends were out of town with their families on vacation so Ginny didn’t have any convenient sleepovers. Which meant no Scottie special private time for me. Before I knew it August was almost upon us.

I was able to see Scottie for quick lunches or runs on the weekends but that was about all the time we were able to spend with each other. After three weeks I was climbing the walls, I was so damn horny. Last time I saw Scottie he mentioned that he would be heading back to school in a couple of weeks.

I dreaded the thought of being away from him for an extended period of time. I told myself to not think about it as it would only leave me feeling sad but it’s so hard not to do. Especially when I’m not seeing a whole lot of him to begin with.

I did all I could to keep myself busy. Spending time with Ginny and having Emma around to make me laugh helped but it certainly didn’t make up for Scottie’s absence. I finally got some good news when Ginny came barging in through the mud room, “Mom? Mom? Where are you?”

I heard her screams from my bathroom upstairs. I yelled down, “I’m up here honey. Is everything okay?”

I heard her screams grow closer, “Mom, Becky is getting home Thursday and she wants me to sleep over on Friday so she can tell me all about her vacation. Is that okay?”

I finally saw her excited face as she raced into my room. I smiled and said, “Of course it’s okay honey. Is it just overnight?”

“I think so. I’m so excited. I haven’t seen any of my friends for so long. I can’t wait.”

I smiled at her genuine show of emotions. I was happy for her and of course happy for me as I would finally get to spend some alone time with my young stud. A sudden rush of electricity coursed through me as I wondered how fast Friday could come.

Later in the evening I texted Scottie, “Hey there. I have good news. How about coming over to my place this Friday. I’ll make us dinner. We can spend time in the hot tub, my shower, my bed or anywhere else you can think of. Date?”

My phone pinged right away. I looked down and read, “Will have to be later in the day Friday. I’ll be in NYC for an interview and returning Friday afternoon. Hope that works as I really really miss you.”

Damn I thought if it’s not one thing it’s another. I texted, “That’s fine as long as you promise to make it up to me when you get here.”

Scottie texted, “Oh I definitely will make it up to you when I get there. I can’t wait to see you Andie.”

I smiled and thought at last things seem to be falling into place. The question is what am I going to do to control all my excess anticipatory energy seeing that it was only Tuesday.

Wednesday and Thursday flew by quicker than expected. My body was tingling with nervous anticipation for tomorrow. It had only been three weeks but it seemed much longer. I desperately wanted to feel his big cock inside me. Oh my god, I’ve turned into such sex starved slut. Damn it Andrea cool your jets!

I woke up Friday morning a bundle of excess energy. I quickly readied myself and went to the store shopping for a nice romantic dinner. I bought a couple of steaks, some scallops, greens for a salad, and a strawberry cheesecake. Pleased with my culinary selections I hurried home.

Once home I quickly put the groceries away and went upstairs to relax. I thought a hot soak was in order so I ran the water and poured the soaps in. Gingerly I waded into the luxurious warmth of the tub slowly slinking into its cover of bubbles. I closed my eyes and felt all my tensions slowly flow away. Eventually I pulled myself out of the secure warmth of my bath and toweled off. I put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and went downstairs to begin prepping tonight’s dinner.

It was only 2:00 but I wanted to make sure everything was perfect. As I was finishing with the salad my cell phone rang. I saw it was Scottie and I quickly answered, “Hi babe. Are you home?” Much to my dismay I heard Scottie reply, “Andie, I’m still in New York. My flight has been delayed.”

Damn my heart sank as I asked, “When does your flight leave now?” Scottie replied, “I’m not sure, but being that it’s Friday afternoon in New York City it could be a long wait, although the weather is fine. As soon as I know something I’ll text you. Andie I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

I whimpered, “Okay Scottie. Let me know. I miss you and can’t wait to see you.” Scottie said, “I miss you too baby. Maybe we can take a nice soak in the hot tub when I get there.” I purred into Starzbet the phone, “Oh that sounds absolutely delicious, I can’t wait.”

Ginny left for Becky’s around 3:00 and I found myself alone with nothing to do. I paced around trying to keep busy waiting for a text from Scottie. Finally my phone pinged and I read the text from Scottie. It read, “Andie, sorry but I won’t land until 9:00 tonight. Seems to be a mechanical issue with the plane. I tried to change flights but nothing is available. See you tonight.”

Damn it I was so looking forward to a perfect evening. I replied, “Hurry home. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

I opened up a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass. I sat in the family room alone commiserating my bad fortune. As time passed I began to feel better knowing that he would still be here, just later than expected. As I poured myself another glass of wine I heard the door bell chime. I saw it just turned 4:00 so I knew it couldn’t be Scottie. I got up and headed to the front door and saw Sherri standing there smiling at me.

I nervously opened the door wondering what on earth she was doing here. She walked in holding a bottle of Champagne in one hand and a gift bag in the other. She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me tight into her and whispered in my ear, “Hi Andrea, I’ve come over to keep you company until your young stud arrives.”

I found my body tingling as I felt her body tight against mine. She broke the embrace and I said, “Oh Sherri there is no need to keep me company I’ll be fine. Besides doesn’t a beautiful young woman like you have plans on a Friday night?”

She smiled and said, “Honey, Scottie texted me and asked if I wouldn’t mind coming over to keep you company until he arrives. I said of course as being that I am heading back to school this weekend I was just going to spend the night at home.”

Before I could muster a replied she handed me the gift bag and said, “Here I brought you this.”and holding up the bottle of Champagne she smiled and continued, “and I brought us this!” I smiled at her enthusiasm and sincere warmth. I admired her as I pondered her words. God it must be nice to fit into tight shorts and tops like she does. It looks like her top and shorts are painted onto her body. Hmm, I began to feel my body respond to her, a slight itch developing down below.

I smiled and said, “Okay, as long as you don’t mind keeping and older lady company I’ll gladly accept your gift. Come let’s go open the Champagne.” I walked to the kitchen quickly followed by Sherri. Placing the gift bag down I turned to see Sherri already opening the Champagne. I reached in the cabinet and brought out two flutes just as I heard a pop and a giggle.

Sherri had the bottle over the sink as it was overflowing. I hurried over to her and she quickly filled two glasses before anymore Champagne was wasted. I saw she had some on her shirt and said, “Oh Sherri you have some Champagne that must have sprayed on your shirt.” Before I could say anything Sherri raised her glass and toasted with a smile, “To us lonely girls on a Friday night.”

We took a sip before she neared me and said, “I’m so glad Scottie texted me to come over.” Her lips reached mine and softly kissed me, her tongue gently pushing into my mouth as I felt my body betray me, awash with a strange desire to hold her close. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her hard body press against mine. Oh Andrea what are you doing!

My eyes opened seeing her eyes twinkling with desire, I pushed away and took a deep breath. I said, “You naughty girl. I can’t believe you are here. Come let’s go outside.”

We grabbed the bottle of Champagne and headed out to my backyard. Once outside I heard Sherri gasp, “Oh Andrea this is so nice. You have a pool and spa. Yummy fun. Wait here you left your gift bag inside.” She hurried inside as I sipped my Champagne and basked in the warmth of a beautiful summer afternoon.

Sherri returned and said, “Open it Andrea. You’re going to love it.” I looked inside and saw what appeared to be a black bikini. I pulled it out and saw it was indeed a black bikini but also very tiny black bikini. I smirked at her and said, “Sherri there is no way I can wear something like this. I’m old enough to be your mother. Thank you for your kindness.” I took a sip of my Champagne.

Sherri looked at me with a mischievous little smile and said, “Andrea you absolutely can wear this you have a smoking hot body. Besides the only one you will wear it for is Scottie. Trust me, he will love it on you.” I laughed at her enthusiasm and wondered if indeed Scottie would like to see me wearing this sexy number. Of course he would, what am I thinking! The thought sending little wisps of pleasure into my dampening pussy.

I went inside and brought out some snacks, cheeses and crackers, and passed the time talking and laughing as we sipped our Champagne. Before long the bottle was empty and I could tell the Champagne coupled with the wine Starzbet Giriş was lowering my inhabitations. I looked at Sherri and asked, “Sherri, Scottie and I have been talking lately about fantasies, do you think it’s weird that I’ve never had any?”

Sherri looked at me incredulously and said, “What are you talking about? Andrea, everyone has fantasies.”

I looked at her and with a sad pouty face said, “I haven’t!”

Sherri stood and pulled me up. She said, “Honey you’ve had fantasies you just don’t know it. Come with me. I have something that will help.”

We walked over to our double chaise lounge and laid down. She reached into her little clutch and pulled out what appear to be a cigarette. It finally dawned on me that she was holding a marijuana cigarette. I hesitantly asked, “Is that marijuana?”

Sherri laughed, “It’s a joint.” and lit it up. I quickly said, “Sherri what are you doing? That’s illegal.” She blew the smoke out and said, “Relax Andrea. We are so secluded back here no one will know what we are doing. Here take a hit.”

She handed the joint to me. I had never smoked one let alone seen one before. I asked confused, “Ok, but I never smoked one, what do I do?”

Sherri replied “It’s easy, just take a drag and hold it in your lungs for a while. Then blow it out.”

I did as she said but the smoke stung and I coughed uncontrollably, “I told you I’ve never smoked,” I mumbled between coughs.

I felt Sherri’s hand caressing my thigh as she softly encouraged me, “Here try again but this time take it in slower.” She held my hand and brought the joint again to my lips. I took a small drag this time and held my breath. I let my breath out and felt a tingly feeling spread throughout my body.

Sherri said, “That’s perfect. Wait and see. Soon you will start feeling very relaxed.” She took the joint from me and took a long drag of it. Her eyes closed as she held her breath before finally exhaling.

She passed the joint back to me. This time I felt quite at ease so I took a big hit and held the smoke in my lungs, eyes closed just like I had seen Sherri. When I finally exhaled I immediately felt the effects of it.

I handed the joint back to Sherri. She took it and tossed it on the grass then leaned closer into me until her lips found mine. Her passionate kiss caught me off guard yet I still opened my mouth to receive her tongue. She was kissing me gently, passionately, slowly running her wet tongue and twisting it around mine. I couldn’t control this, hell I couldn’t control this even if I wanted to. Her warm body and tongue were like heaven.

I moaned into her mouth as I realized that I was rubbing Sherri’s ass. Sherri moaned, “Oh God Andrea you’re so hot! So soft…uhhhmmm…”

She was now kissing my neck, sucking on it and going lower, to my tits. Oh god I was lost to the pleasure of what was happening! Sherri looked into my glassy eyes and asked, “Andrea have you ever fantasized about being with another woman?”

I groaned and whimpered, “Not until recently.” Her kisses continued down my neck as her gentle caresses were sending tremors throughout me. Sherri continued, “Have you ever fantasized about me?” Oh god my body shook as the realization hit me. I have thought about Sherri many times since our first kiss.

I nodded yes and kissed her passionately. Sherri stood up and said, “Andrea let’s go upstairs and try your bikini on just for fun.” she extended her hand for me to take.

I looked up at her and thought why not. I also was curious to see how I looked in that skimpy little thing. I grabbed her hand, stood up and said, “Okay I’m curious to see what it looks like.”

She gave me a quick hug and smiled, “I can’t wait to see how hot you’ll look too.” her words sending a warm glow through me. I found myself mesmerized, staring at her with more than just a passing fancy. How could I be feeling these desires building within me? Why was my body responding this way? My face flush with excitement could not disguise my inner feelings.

Sherri smirked and said, “Why are you looking at me that way?” Shit Andrea can you be any more fucking obvious. I responded, “I just think you are so beautiful. Come on let’s go upstairs before I change my mind.” We grabbed the bikini and walked upstairs.

Once upstairs, Sherri took her top and shorts off to reveal the skimpiest white bikini I had ever seen. I gasped as I stared at her body. My god that bikini covered very little especially her G-string bottom. She smiled and said, “Well I’m glad you like it. Now come on don’t be shy, get changed.” I felt a shiver down my spine as the thought of getting naked in front of her again excited me.

I changed and looked at myself in the mirror. The black bikini was every bit as tiny as hers, it revealed far more of my body than it covered. Getting naked in front of Sherri had gotten my nipples hard and it seemed like I could barely contain them in the little top. I smiled to myself. Not bad, Starzbet Güncel Giriş not bad at all.

I gasped as my eyes wandered down to my bottoms. The bikini bottom did not cover all my hairs. I tried adjusting the bottom several times but with no success. Deep within my thoughts I did not realize that Sherri was standing behind me until I heard, “Andrea that suits looks great. You have such a sexy little ass.”

My body stirred upon hearing her. I felt her head nuzzle against mine as her hands found my breasts. “Wow and your tits look and feel great,”she said as her hands tugged on my now hardened nipples causing me to let out a soft moan. My nipples are so sensitive and Sherri knew that, her fingers expertly working them over sending me into a sexual frenzy full of untapped desires.

I closed my eyes as I felt the electric touch of her hands slide down onto my hips. I whimpered, “The bottom is too small. I can’t cover myself properly.” She smiled and laughed out loud, “Andrea don’t be silly. That is easy to fix. We just need to trim your bush down to a manageable size. See look at mine.”

My body tensed up as Sherri wearing the white G-string bikini stepped out of her bottoms to expose her pussy. I felt my eyes staring at her clean-shaven pussy for what seemed like an eternity until I heard her say, “Here touch it and feel how smooth it is.”

Before I could do or say anything she quickly took one of my hands and placed it against her pussy. Her pussy was already wet. My legs weakened, my breathing became ragged, as I felt my face flush with an unknown lust. Her pussy felt so soft and smooth that I unconsciously rubbed my fingers up and down her exposed slit.

With my hand still touching her wet slit Sherri nonchalantly said, “We can make your pussy feel nice and soft just like mine. Would you like me to shave your pussy clean?” I nodded okay unable to say anything as my body was on fire. She continued, “We can probably do it in the shower or your tub. It’s easier if you were laying down. We will need scissors, your razor, shaving cream, and some face towels.”

My legs still unsteady, I pointed to the bathroom. Sherri took my hand and led me there and said, “Looks like your tub might be too small.” I had gotten my scissors, razor, and cream before saying, “I think the shower will work as I have a nice bench seat.”

We walked into the shower and I immediately heard Sherri say, “Oh my god Andrea this shower is incredible. This will work just fine. Do you have a small bowl?” I nodded and went to get her a bowl. When I returned I saw that Sherri had found the lotion and face towels.

She was kneeling on the bench seat as she spread a towel on it, her bare ass sticking out, I felt my heart race. I meekly said, “Here is the bowl.” She looked back at me with a sexy little glance and said, “Can you fill it up with hot water?” I nodded and went to get the hot water.

When I returned I saw that Sherri had rolled up a towel and propped it up against the wall. She walked over to me and with both hands slid my bottoms off. It was all the strength I had to not lose all self control at this point. I knew I wanted to feel her body all over mine.

I know she must have seen and smelled how wet my pussy was as her hands seductively slid down my wobbly legs. Holding onto her bare shoulders I stepped out of my bottoms. She had me lay down on the bench seat and said, “Lets get you shaved.” I leaned my head back onto the rolled towel as I felt her soft hands slowly spread my thighs. My pussy was now wide open for her to see its engorged state.

Sherri immediately took the clippers and trimmed my pubic hairs down to a short stubble. She took great care constantly reassuring me how good my pussy was going to look. She took a towel and soaked it in the the bowl of hot water before rubbing it over my exposed mound all the way down to my asshole.

“We need to soften the hair as much as possible before we start to shave,” she said, “Warm water softens the hair. When you do this yourself it will be easier if you do it right after you’ve taken a shower.”

I closed my eyes knowing the hot towel was making my pussy tingle with desire. I jumped, feeling Sherri’s hand rub across my pussy as she removed the hot towel. I did not object as my mind was consumed with the erotic sensations building within me. I looked down to see her applying a generous amount of shaving cream and once again caressed my pussy while doing so.

I was so horny and it was easy to respond to her touch. My hips rotated slowly under her soft touch. I was losing all self control. No don’t, I thought to myself, but it was an empty admonition as I knew that I was already consumed and filled with a sexual energy that pined to be released.

I looked down and noticed Sherri’s face was flush; her eyes glazed over with a wanton lust. She was turned on herself. Oh my god how could this feel so good yet feel so wrong I thought.

In just a couple of minutes Sherri had manipulated the razor around all my folds. She reached out and took my labia between her fingers and stretched it out. She put the razor to the lip, and scraped it down, slowly. She pulled the other labia away and did the same. She took a warm wet towel and wiped the area clean.

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Drei Wochen waren jetzt vergangen, als Gabi bei Christiane eingezogen war und ich war fasziniert, wie Gabi alle Anweisungen von Christiane befolgte, so wie Christiane meine. Und das obwohl Christiane Gabi nicht zwang oder in dieser Richtung erpresste und unter Druck setzte. Sie war eine geborene Masochistin, die süchtig nach Kontrolle und Missbrauch war.

Meine Herausforderung nach der ersten Woche waren Herbert und Ingeborg, die Nachbarn von Christiane. Herbert war Bänker und oft bis spätabends im Büro. Derweil Ingeborg, der altbackene Name täuscht ein wenig, sich im Garten auf der Liege bräunt und Weißwein trinkt. Sie liegt meinst nackt auf ihrer Liege, springt ab und zu in den Pool und fühlt sich unbeobachtet, weil ihr Gatte doppelte Thujahecken um das Grundstück gepflanzt hatte vor 15 Jahren. Die waren praktisch blickdicht.

Wenn man aber in die Hecke kroch, war man als Spanner sehr gut geschützt und hatte einen formidablen Blick auf Ingeborgs Körper, der sehr gut in Form war. Die Gene wahrscheinlich, weil mit dem Sport hatte sie es nicht und der Weißwein floss regelmäßig und es waren mindestens zwei Flaschen tagsüber.

Am Wochenende lagen die beiden gemeinsam im Garten herum, Ingeborg hatte dann einen Badeanzug an, der gut geschnitten war, aber in erster Linie dafür da war, ihren Gatten von feuchten Träumen abzuhalten. Herbert hatte sowieso kein Interesse an ehelichen Pflichten, wahrscheinlich fickte er tagsüber die Praktikantin im Kopierraum. Damit lag ich gar nicht falsch. Mein Cousin Michael arbeite zufällig in Herberts Bank als IT-Techniker, hatte also nur ab und an etwas mit ihm zu tun.

Aber was er mir erzählte, war genau das Bild was ich von Herbert hatte. Aus der Thujahecke konnte ich seinen Schmierbauch auf der Liege sehen, sein iPad vor der Nase und direkt vor ihm die Ingeborg, die mit ihren nur sehr leicht hängenden Titten, einem für ihr Alter erstaunlichen flachen und durchtrainierten Bauch und, wie ich ohne Herbert schon sehen durfte, mit einer gut behaarten Möse, die ihn gar nicht interessierte. Wahrscheinlich weil sie ihn gar nicht mehr ranließ, den fetten Sack, der sie fünf Minuten mit seinem Stummel, den er gar nicht mehr selber sehen konnte, rammelte und sich dann von ihr herunter wälzte und dann noch sagte: „Das war gut.” oder er mochte keine behaarten Fotzen.

Ich konnte sie quasi vor mir sehen, wie sie den Finger in den Mund steckte und Kotzen simulierte. Michael, mein Cousin, schickte mir per iMessage ein paar Fotos und ich erkannte Herbert und eine junge Frau, die er von hinten nahm. Und richtig: Es war im Kopierraum. Ich schaute mir das Foto etwas vergrößert an. Das Mädchen war schon sehr jung. Ich schrieb zurück: „Weißt du, wie alt das Mädchen ist?” Es dauerte ein wenig und dann kämm „15.”

Hoh hoh hoh, Herbert. Das wird verzwickt. Auf einigen Starzbet Fotos war das Gesicht des Mädchens gut zu erkennen. Ich schob die Bilder auf meinen Rechner, löschte die EXIF Daten und speicherte sie im Ordner „Herbertgate”. Mit Ingeborg und Herbert hatte ich außer Guten Morgen Guten Abend keinen Kontakt. Sie waren tolerante Nachbarn und zerrissen sich, wenn überhaupt, nur lautlos das Maul über ihre Mitmenschen. Das machte sie sympathisch. Was sie nicht sympathisch machte war Herberts sexuelle Ausschweifungen. Klar, sie war kein Kind mehr, eine Jugendliche, war aber in einem Abhängigkeitsverhältnis, weil sie in der Bank lernte und hoffentlich mehr, als sich nur vornüber zu bücken und sich von dicken Männern ficken zu lassen.

Christiane zuckte zusammen, als ich ihr die Fotos zeigte. „Was ist los?” fragte ich ahnungslos, aber sie ging nicht weiter auf meine Frage ein. „Bei wem setzte ich an? Bei Herbert oder bei Ingeborg?” fragte ich weiter. „Weswegen?” fragte sie zurück. „Wegen Ingeborg”, antwortete ich kurz und Christiane nickte und dachte sich ihren Teil: „Die kannst du bestimmt auch so ficken, so einsam wie die ist.” „Das schon, aber es ist nur ein Teil des Spaßes.” Sie nickte wieder und suchte Gabi, die auf ihrem Zimmer war. „Mach’s bei Ingeborg, die hat am meisten zu verlieren”, war ihr Tipp.

Gut, also Ingeborg. Ich passte sie morgens ab, als sie zum Einkaufen fahren wollte und erzählte ihr, dass sich in letzter Zeit so seltsame Gestalten in der Gegend herumtrieben und ob sie vielleicht auch unserer WhatsApp Gruppe beitreten wollte, damit man sich gegenseitig waren könnte, wenn verdächtige Personen in der Nachbarschaft ihr Unwesen trieben. Sie war dabei und gab mir ihre Mobiltelefonnummer und ich fügte sie einer imaginären Gruppe hinzu, die ich gerade gründete.

Dann fuhr ich in die Stadt und besorgte mir eine Telefon mit einer PrePaid Karte, die ich nicht verifizieren musste. Auf dieses Handy schob ich die Fotos von Michael und schickte meine erste Nachricht ab. Ich saß in der Hecke und beobachtete sie, wie sie wie gewohnt hüllenlos zwischen Liege, Weinkühlschrank und Pool pendelte und holte mir dabei einen runter und spritze alles in die Thujen.

Als die Nachricht sich mit einem Klingeln ankündigte, nahm sie gelangweilt das Telefon in die Hand, schaute auf den Inhalt der Nachricht und zog das Bild etwas größer. „Dieser fette Arsch”, murmelte sie. „Kann seinen Schwanz nicht in der Hose lassen.” Sie wusste noch nicht, welche Brisanz die Aufnahme für Herbert hatte. Dann sendete ich ihr eine kurze Textnachricht: „Zur Information: Das Mädchen ist 15 und Praktikantin in der Bank Ihres Mannes. Was machen Sie ohne Pool, wen ihr Mann ein paar Jahre einfährt?”

Sie las die Nachricht und schaute sich um, entdeckte aber niemanden, Thuja sei Dank. Sie ließ sich kurz Zeit. „Was soll das werden?” Ich antwortete: „Naja, es sind mindestens 6 Monate Knast für deinen Mann, eher mehr. Mal abgesehen von den wirtschaftlichen Starzbet Giriş Folgen, Jobverlust, Freunde und Bekannte etc. pp.” Sie schluckte, als sie meine Antwort las. „Aber das weiß niemand außer Ihnen?” fragte sie höflich per SMS. „Korrekt. Und damit das so bleibt, müssten Sie etwas tun.” Ich blieb beim Sie und überlegte, wo ihre Grenzen liegen würden.

Dann ließ ich sie grübelnd auf ihrer Liege zurück und passte sie ab, als sie zum Einkaufen fuhr. „Ah, Frau Krone, fahren Sie zum Einkaufen? Könnten Sie mich bitte in die Stadt mitnehmen?” Sie musterte mich kurz, erkannte mich in ihrem angetrunkenen Zustand und winkte mich zur Beifahrertür. Auf dem Weg in die Stadt machten wir Smalltalk und ich erzählte ihr Unverfängliches aus Christianes Haushalt, um Gerüchte auszuräumen so wegen Gabi und mir und Kommune und so. Ich lud sie ein, mal auf ein Glas Weißwein zu uns zu kommen, wenn sie Lust haben sollte und stieg an einer Straßenecke aus und bedankte mich.

Am nächsten Abend, Herbert machte wieder „Überstunden”, kam sie mit einer Flasche Weißwein in der Hand und einer Art Kaftan an die Haustür und ich öffnete. „Hallo, da bin ich”, strahlte sie und ich strahlte zurück: „Kommen Sie herein.” Und als ich ihre Flasche sah: „Ach das wäre doch nicht notwendig gewesen, Ingeborg. Ich darf Sie doch Ingeborg nennen?” Sie fühlte sich geschmeichelt und trat ein. Ich schaute auf ihre Beine und die waren anregend.

Zusammen mit Gabi und Christiane saßen wir auf der Terrasse, Ingeborg, wir duzten uns mittlerweile, neben mir und stießen mit Gläsern ihres Weißweins auf gute Nachbarschaft an. „Cin cin”, prostete sie uns zu und die Gläser stießen aneinander. Wir tranken einen guten Schluck und kamen bald über internet, Messenger auf ihre Nachrichten, die sie anonym erhalten hatte. Sie wollte nicht so recht erzählen, um was es da genau ging, fühlte sich aber unter Druck gesetzt.

Wie sag ich’s meinem Kinde, dachte ich und entschloss mich für die Wahrheit. „Die Nachricht kam von mir”, platzte ich heraus und Christiane schaute mich halb entsetzt, halb irritiert an. Gabi schaute ihre Fußnägel an. Ingeborg schaute mich, ihr Weinglas in der Hand mit offenem Mund an. „Was du da gesehen hast, ist das Ende von Herbert. In der Bank, im öffentlichen Leben, in dieser Stadt. Und du wärst dabei, beim Untergang”, malte ich ihre Zukunft in düsteren Farben.

„Du weißt, was sie im Knast mit Kinderfickern machen?” dramatisierte ich unnötigerweise, weil Ingeborg ging es nicht um Herbert, es ging ihr nur um sich selbst und da war sie bei mir richtig. Den Herbert hatte sie wegen des Geldes, seines Standes wegen geheiratet. Das Haus, das Auto, die Urlaube, die Restaurantbesuche. Mehr war es nicht? Und dafür hatte sie die Beine breit gemacht und soff jeden Tag 2 Flaschen Weißwein allein am Pool? Ich ahnte, dass ihr jetzt solche Gedanken durch den Kopf gingen.

Dann stoppte sie ihr Gedankenkarussell. „Was willst du von mir?” fragte sie plötzlich Starzbet Güncel Giriş und ich sagte ihr, dass ich sie nackt sehen wollte, so wie am Pool. Nur aus der Nähe.” Sie verschluckte sich und hüstelte. Noch zögerte sie. „Die Bilder sind morgen im Netz und danach bei der Polizei.” So einfach und schnell ging der Übergang zwischen zögerlichem Hadern und entschlossenem Tun. Sie zog sich ihren Kaftan über den Kopf und stand nackt in ihren Sandalen vor uns.

Zu Gabi sagte ich kurz: „Hol doch bitte mal das Rasierzeug aus dem Bad.” Als sie nicht reagierte, wiederholte Christiane meine Worte und Gabi sprang auf und kam mit Pinsel, Rasierseife und Rasierer zurück. Da war sie konsequent. „Und jetzt noch ein Schüssel warmes Wasser und ein Handtuch, bitte.” Das holte sie auch nur mit Wiederholung und ich bedeutete Ingeborg, sich bequem aufs Sofa zu setzen, breitete das Handtuch unter ihr aus, öffnete ihre Schenkel, die sie geschlossen hielt und begann, mit dem Rasierpinsel mit der Rasiercreme ihre Schamhaare einzuseifen, wartete etwas und rasierte ihr den haarigen Muff von ihrem Venushügel. Es schien sie zu erregen, aber sie sträubte sich noch etwas. Ich streifte mit dem Rasierpinsel über ihre rasierten Schamlippen, die sich langsam wie Knospen öffneten und schob einen Finger in ihre Fotze. Sie hatte seit langer Zeit wieder Fremdkontakt, also nicht nur ihre eigenen Finger, mit denen sie sich befriedigen musste, sondern andere Empfindungen.

„Sag ihr, sie soll sie lecken”, befahl ich Christiane und nach kurzer Ansage lag Gabi mit dem Mund auf Ingeborg frisch rasierter Fotze, leckte ihren Spalt, drang mit ihrer Zunge in ihre Möse ein und wackelte mit ihrem Arsch in der Hoffnung, dass sie auch etwas Spass ab bekäme. Konnte sie haben, dachte ich und sagte Christiane, sie solle Gabi lecken. Es sah wie eine Polonaise aus und ich ging hinter die Couch, griff Ingeborg an die Euter, ich hatte kurz diese Assoziation, und rieb ihre Nippel. Vor mir leckte Gabi die Ingeborg, die das alles gar nicht kannte, so mit Frauen und so und es erst mit der Zeit genießen konnte, die Christiane die Gabi, die das schon kannte und wusste, wie gut das war und wie man den Arsch bewegen musste, um das Maximum an Lust herauszuholen und Christiane, die leckend auf allen Vieren darauf wartete, dass sie gefüllt wurde oder zumindest geleckt.

Ich bog Ingeborgs Kopf über die Lehne der Couch nach hinten und schob ihr meinen Schwanz in den Rachen. Das hatte sie noch nie gemacht und ich war erstaunt, wie sie dazulernte, auch weil ich ihr genaue Anweisungen gab, was sie als Nächstes zu tun hatte. Sie meisterte alles mit Bravour und ließ sich mein Sperma über Gesicht und Titten spritzen. Sie griff ihre Titten und verrieb sich mein Ejakulat auf ihren Brüsten und hatte dann, dank Gabi, einen Orgasmus.

Christiane ging leer aus, leckte Gabi aber nicht zum Höhepunkt und war damit zufrieden, erstmal. Ingeborg holte Luft, wischte sich das Sperma aus den Augen und fragte, wie es jetzt weitergehen würde. „Ist ja ganz einfach. Du kommst einfach öfter in der Woche rüber und trinkst deinen Weißwein bei uns. Zum Beispiel könntest du morgen die arme Christiane ein wenig verwöhnen. Lass dir dazu schon mal was einfallen”, schlug ich ihr vor.

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Mother and Son become lovers

Story by Don.

its started somewhere in a metro city.

me and my son Dipak. We call him Dipu, are sitting in a restaurant eating light food. I am eating pizza Dipu is eating it with cold drink. For the past years, we have been constantly chatting for two years. That’s why the relationship between the two of us is no longer confined to the mother and son. That relationship has now transformed into a boyfriend. Even though we as mothers are children to outsiders.

Dipu is drinking youthfulness through the gap of his glass. Her intense red eyes filled my eyes with my eyes. It is as if he is cheating me with his eyes. Suddenly Dipu shook my hand.

– “Whoops … mommy … what you need today !!! Daru-Wine?,

No-………”Sex” …hmm.. thats seeing your cunt filled with juices, my cock has become a bit harder ”

I didn’t say anything there. I laughed a little and placed my foot under the table with my feet. Dipu started rubbing my legs with his legs. I got really excited. I think again and again that, I have to go deep talks with Deepu. Thinking about Chodai, the chut was soaked in juice.

– “Uhhhhhhhh ……… dipu … I got it hot. My Chut(vagina) is soaking wet with juice.”

-” Yes mother … my condition is worse,too. I want to fuck you once, now. ”

Hearing Deepu’s words, my situation got more worse. To make Deepu’s Lund(Cock) hard, I slowly started to lift my legs upward rubbing his legs skin. One time Deepu stopped me, because, its jerking at his Lund(Cock). Dipu is curious to see what I am doing. I rubbed Deepus Lund(Cock) over my pants with my feet. Deepu’sa Lund(Cock) is swelling again and again. Deepu’s eyes grew bigger. he’s shaking Lund(Cock) with my foot.

– “ohhhhhh maaaaa ………… This is a very good feeling as a mother .. Oh yeah baby ……. .. now I will get fucked soon. Otherwise, my power will burst me. ”

Hearing Deepu’s, more juice was added to my appetite. I find my panties are soaking in Chut(vagina) juice. I realized, I am in opwn place now. Suddenly I thought of the restaurant bathroom. That’s where we can go.

– “Dipu, I’m going to the toilet. I want you to kiss me there. After a while, I will go, do you come in there? “

Dipu saw the opportunity has come to me. It is nice that I always put shaved and clean my chut(vagina) on here to eat. Wherever I get the opportunity to play, Deepu’s nodding does fill my mind.

I started walking towards the toilet. Looking back, Dipu is following me slowly and slowly. I hurried to a Ladies toilet. At noon the crowd is a little lower now. All the toilets are different from one another because the restaurant is expensive. So when we get in and close the door, no one can see what we are doing. Before dipping into the toilet, I removed my panties. Because I want to explain to Dipu how hot and I placed it there about to lick-eat by him. Not even the panties. Besides, I want pulled Petticoat to get expose of my chut as soon as it gets inside.

After some time, Dipu entered the toilet. Then looked in the hallway Starzbet again brfore closed the door. We are now separated from the whole world.

Dipu pushed me against the wall and started kissing. Seeing his kissing style, I realized that the boy was very hot. I also started answering kisses. I put my tongue inside Deepu’s’s mouth. Dipu is very fond of sucking my tongue.

I try for grabbed to Deepu’s Pole. I gripped his waist with my two legs. Dipu opened my blouse and pressed it in a loud moan. I cant wait to try up at Deepu at home. Great fun Deepu’s upper lip began to bite slowly. I also sucked his erect nose. We love each other as horny with passion.

After a few kisses, I went down to Deepu’s cock. This time, I opened the Deepu’s zipper and lowered it to his knee. First I spit on cock before licked. Then i started sucking on his cockhead. I started to lick my tongue all over Lund(Cock). Deepu’s is feeling so good that his whole body has shivering. he Inserted hand inside my hair and caught the hairbun.

– “Sucking ……… bitch … good sucking …… randi(slutty) … sucking and making my cock deep………… so that Deepu can easily penetrate your lips … ……… oops ………………… ohhhhhhh …………… randi(slutty) ……

My excitement grew even more when I heard the name of Deepu. I started to suck deeper inside my mouth. Deepu moaned out loud and hot spurt come in my mouthful of his cum. I also wiped my face and sat on the boy’s lap.

Dipu realized that my chut(vagina) juice was completely soaked wet. I could see a dirty smile on Deepu’s’s face. The smiles that men laugh at before begging for many. I liked to think of myself. I’m feeling an unknown shiver. I eat my son’s cock. I’m worse than slut. Suddenly, Deepu said.

“Ahhhhh … – … I know you are crazy about sucking right now. Your chut(vagina) is desperate to swallow my lund. I will kiss you now Wants to taste your Chut(vagina) juice. “

Dipu took Lund(Cock) out of my mouth. Then, with a loud bite on my lips, he picked me up. He placed the saree is dangling on my lap. My ass got touched by Lund(Cock)’s touch. At some point, on the saree, the cock was rubbed and he sat down me on top of the commode. Pulled up the petticoat and sari on the waist. Opening the blouse buttons, he started to smash hard my boobs when front hooks opened. And till The whole blouse open. Dipu sat down in front of me and brought his nose to my cunt lips, and the smell of Chut(vagina) began licked it before die.

– “So you are my fiancé – sexy mother, or Randi(slutty) for me… you have called dumb husband. My father did slapped you for first time cunt eating, is it true? So I do not let go but, I suck hard on your chut(vagina). See how wet my prostitute’s chut is for her son. “

Deepu’s tongue has come water after seeing my mature cunt. I placeed with two fingers, then I inserted in the chut(vagina). Then it will be advantageous to suck chut(vagina). But Dipu pushed and removed my hand. Dipu wanted to imply that he was my master. As I did bought for his slutty needs. Dipu sucked on my clit, bite on hard clitty Starzbet Giriş lips and put two fingers inside my wet slit.

– “Hmmmmmmm ………… puppy kid ………… suck your randi(slutty), see my chut(vagina) is bursting with juice. Wait, wait …

I am burning … Chut(vagina). ”

Dipu started rubbing my Chut(vagina) with his fingers. After a few minutes he took the finger out of the chut(vagina). This time, then four fingers again inserted inside the chut(vagina). fingers thrust into my chut. I started to chew my Chut(vagina) juice.

Dipu played with my chut(vagina) for a while. Then take the finger out of the chut(vagina) and kiss it for a couple of consecutive ways. This time I started to lick my chut juice from his fingers licking with my tongue in my mouth. I grabbed and sat him on the komod and dipped chut(vagina) in the mouth of the Deepu. Deepu got more fun in this. Loudly licked my chut(vagina).

Inside Deepu, my Chut(vagina) juice is accumulating. Deepu is eating that juice in the chateau. Because of the loud chatter all over the toilet, there is a rash …sash…… salat …sash…. I left the basin water tap. So that the sound of water can be suppressed in the sound of water.

I was completely unsteady in the intense lick. I put my head on the toilet wall. I kept dancing in the mouth of Deepu’s holding more chut .

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhh my wet juice will be out right now … ……… sorry sorry to cumm ……………… I could not wait to …………cumm……ohhh.. I m cummunggg… oh Deepu, I am cumming, please hold me ..suck my all juice out of your love tunnel … ”

Dipu listened to me and accelerated the suction. My chut(vagina) trembled on his face. When the juice fell on his face, I screamed out loud when I couldn’t stay. Hold tight to the commode. Then I started pouring the juice of chut by rubbing it in my smiling boy’s mouth. Dipu’s mouth started to eat all the juice.

For about 5 minutes, his mouth was filled with juice of Deepu. Dipu also consumed all the juice in the mouth.

– “Mommy be ready. Your son will kiss you right now. slut, today you will show me how to play with you. “

– “Uhhhhhhhhhf …………. Deepu ………… I NEVER come this before with your father ………… I am now your slut whore mother and your slave. fuck your whore mommy now, Otherwise, your nasty mother will come out on the street and fuck all the rickshaw pullers. “

-” Randi(slutty), you are a cheap whore…let me show you. He grabbed me,

I left the commode and stood up. Dipu sat in my place. I spread the two sides and faced Deepu and sat in his lap. Dipu grabbed his right hand for guide his Lund(Cock) in wet juicy cunt, moan and scream into my mouth. This time, I started hugging him with two hands. One of my babies was bitten by a loud bite of my womb.

– “Uhhhhhhhh….This is my first toilet sex. It is great fun to have a randi(slutty) chudakkad whore mother.

– “Ummmmm …… Deepu ……… I am having fun with you too … Looks like I’m kicking you for the first time. Your Lund(Cock) well penetrated into the chut(vagina) and got me fucked. ”

Dipu Starzbet Güncel Giriş listened to me and accelerated the chodai. I started to cry out loud. For the benefit of Deepu Chodai, I started climbing on his lap. Deepu realized that how i get fucked chudai on my lap and began…insulting with dirty words.

– “Chudakkad Shali randi….bitch…… Own boy fucker whore begger ..madarchod………… you know well … how to give happiness to your cuddly boy. Your butts is full and the best chut(vagina) in the world……fucker… Randy …… Shali ………chudakkad kutiya………… ”

At the speed of the storm, there was a thud in my throat. Feeling like a street whore beggars herself at Deepu. But that’s what I like. For Deepu’s’s benefit, I grabbed slit further.

– “Uh-oh- Kill my hunger of fuck ……my thirsty wet cunt need cocks……harder… loudly fuck me as dog fuck bitch…… slap and hit your whore moms chut with your big Lund(Cock) …. Fuck hard me, babe bursting with your love sausage …………… Essssssss …………… “

-” uphphphphphphph whore mother ……….slutty bitch…………….. Yes, yes, get the very hot cum inside your pussy ,cunt chhinal, settle down your fuddi with the woman killer Lund(Cock) take .it……all the way,, Chudamani , you are today my Chudasi raand ………………… ”

According to Deepu, I began to press Lund(Cock) with Chut(vagina)’s muscles. I’ll get the Chut(vagina) juice again. I tightened the chut and pressed Deepus Lund(Cock) Dipu also started sucking and holding my nipples hard. Before Chut(vagina) juice came out, Dipu stand me up.

“Esssssss. Hold on ………… My baby’s mother is a shaggy bitch ……………… your ovaries are sending milk, by sucking my you… from the breast, I want to see that …………… I want to fuck you while breastfeeding my kinky slut. ………………… “

when I realized I Dipu’s Lund(Cock) May heating material are my pussy, I am very happily started cecate. I love Deepu’s words. I want to be the mother of her baby too. I want to breastfeed my baby while breastfeeding.

– “Yes Dipu … I want to take your baby to feed milk ………. so that you can drink fresh milk from your mother.”

Great hot hot stuff pouring ray into my chut(vagina) ……………… ”

-“ Your chut(vagina) is also very hot. My lund is perfectly seared. Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-mommy-go-home soon Otherwise, I’ll get you kicked again one more time. “

-” Don’t …i meant … I suspect people will know. Then there will be scandal. Let’s go home and fuck as you wish. ”

I kissed Deepu’s’s lips with a kiss. Which a woman can eat only for her husband. At this point, Dipu looks like my husband. His baby will come to my stomach. Dipu also give me a sexy kiss. This time I did the most favorite job of Deepu. I put a bunch of spit in my mouth and put it in his mouth. He jokingly ate all the spit. Then the mother came back home wearing clothes.

My husband, Dipu’s father, has been out of town for three days. These days, Deepu has completely united my body and chut(vagina) on the fourth day. Dipu went to a friend’s party today. So all day long I’ve had to stay idle. I’m thinking, let the dog’s baby come today, I’ll have fun.

Even if the day is spent, the night is not spent. It’s 4 o’clock on the clock. When he went away, there is still no name for the return

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