Teenage Hormones by JSipes7798

Introduction:

It takes the right time, the right place and the right circumstance but Logan finally accomplishes his goal to fuck his beautiful Mom.Logan Mitchell is an athletic, 6’ 1” ruggedly handsome nineteen-year-old college freshman. His broad smile, blue eyes, and blond hair catch the eyes of both young and old females. He is aware of his good looks and mindful of the fact that his hormones are hitting on all cylinders. Describing him as a horny teenager is a gross understatement. It takes very little to trigger his erections, and every time his mother, Lucy, or his seventeen-year-old sister, Becky, come into the same room with him a significant bulge develops in his pants. He is just weeks away from his twentieth birthday and is ashamed to admit he is still a virgin. He finds that extremely embarrassing.

It’s Sunday morning, and the family is having breakfast together. Logan’s mother is wearing a terrycloth robe that comes down to mid-thigh. It is apparent to Logan she is not wearing a bra, by the way, her breast jiggle when she flips pancakes. Logan often wonders what else she has on under that short robe. Does she have on a sexy nightgown? Is she wearing lace panties or maybe going commando? He would really love to know. Logan’s Sister is wearing her usual sleeping attire, which is a long cotton t-shirt that comes down just far enough to easily cover her panties; that’s assuming she even wears panties to bed. He doesn’t know for sure. It is apparent she doesn’t have a bra on because her nipples rousingly poke at the thin cotton fabric. Logan squirms in his chair and tries to adjust his throbbing hard cock secretly. His actions don’t go unnoticed by his father, Jim.

After breakfast, Becky and her mother leave the kitchen to get dressed for their weekly shopping trip to the mall. Logan has to wait for his cock to deflate before attempting to stand. After a minute or two, he pushes his chair back and starts to rise but his father motions for him to remain seated.

Logan’s father clears his throat and then says, “Logan, we need to talk.”

“About what, Dad,” Logan innocently asks?

Logan’s father wastes little time getting directly to the point and sternly asks, “Logan, how long have you been thinking about fucking your Mom?”

Logan is astounded by his Dad’s blatant accusation and stutters and stammers before saying, “What are you talking about, Dad?”

“You know damn well what I am talking about, Logan. I was a teenager once, and I notice how you incessantly eyeball your Mother’s body. A wonderfully sexy body, I must admit. Anyway, I know exactly what’s going through your horny young mind. So, don’t try to bullshit me.”

Logan drops his head and stares at his hands which are nervously twitching and trembling. He knows he has been caught in the act and has no idea how to answer his Dad. Logan has always tried so hard not to be too obvious when lusting for his Mom, but his Mother’s breasts are like magnets drawing his eyes to them every time they bounce or jiggle under her clothes. He knew sooner or later either his Mom or his Dad would notice his ogling but chose to do it anyway. Now that he has been caught red-handed, he decides the only thing he can do is be truthful with his Dad and hope for the best.

“I am sorry, Dad, but I can’t help it,” he whines. “Mom is so beautiful, and her breasts are so inviting. I keep wondering if they look like the ones I see on the internet. I wonder if her areolae are large or small; dark or light. I envision her nipples being long because of the way they poke against her clothes. I shouldn’t admit it, but I sneak around trying to get a glimpse of them for real, but so far, I haven’t been successful.

“You’ve seen her almost naked breasts plenty of times when she wears her skimpy bikini. I would think that would be enough to satisfy your curiosity,” his Dad responds.

“Theoretically, that should be enough, but in reality, it only makes it worse. I end up with a hard-on and a strong desire to rip away Mom’s top and suck on her luscious nipples,” Logan timorously confesses.

“Wow…you ARE a horny little bastard,” Logan’s Dad says as he reaches over and understandingly pats Logan’s hand. “Just for your information, Son, her areolae are about the size of a quarter, and they are a pinkish brown.”

“Thanks for that info Dad, but that doesn’t satisfy my curiosity, in fact, it makes me want to see them that much more.”

“Well then…there’s only one thing we can do to remedy this situation. We need to arrange for you to get naked with your Mom and to give her the fucking you have apparently dreamed about.”

Logan does a double take because he can’t believe what he’s just heard from his customarily conservative Dad. He looks at his Dad and exclaims, “Are you fucking serious, Dad?”

“I am as serious as a heart attack, Son! It’s the only way you will ever get past gawking at her every time she comes into the room.”

“Wouldn’t it bother you if I fucked Mom? I mean won’t you be jealous? I know I would be jealous if she were my girlfriend and some other guy was hanging around her and putting his hands all over her body, and God knows what else.”

“Well, I do have a selfish motive for encouraging you to pursue your desires to have sex with your Mom.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you probably know that your Mom and I both have strong sexual appetites and neither of us can go more than a few days without sex.”

“I suspected as much because I hear the two of you several nights a week going at it like a couple deer rutting in the forest,” Logan laughs. “Which makes me wonder even more why in the hell you would be willing to share her with someone else.”

“I don’t want to share her with someone else; that’s my point.”

“I don’t understand, Dad.”

“I travel several weeks out of the month with my medical equipment sales job, and the travel may become even more frequent since my recent territory re-alignment.”

“I still don’t understand.”

“Your Mom’s sex drive is every bit as strong as mine, and I am a shame to admit that a few times I have become weak and succumbed to my desires and had sex with other women while traveling.”

“Oh shit! Does Mom know?”

“No! And you better not tell her. I need you to keep that a secret and I need for you to help me out on the home front.”

“Sure, Dad. I will do whatever you say, but I still don’t understand why you would want me to have sex with Mom.”

“Well…your Mom is only human, and when she needs sex, her desires become so strong that sooner or later, she will weaken like I have a few times. I am concerned that if I’m not there to satisfy her desires then sooner or later someone else will notice her yearning look that most women get when they really need to be fucked and they will take advantage of her weakness. I don’t want her hooking up with some stranger. I worry it might be with someone whom your Mom could form a lasting emotional attachment which could eventually lead to her possibly running away with that person.”

“Mom would never do that, Dad.”

“Well…it wouldn’t be the first time a woman did that because women tend to get more emotional about sex. Unlike men who can fuck just about anything and move on; women often become emotionally attached to a sex partner.”

“I don’t think Mom would do that to you.”

“Probably not but I don’t want to risk it. That’s why I want you to seduce your Mom and fill the need that I can’t fill while I am traveling on business.”

“Do you honestly think Mom would let me or anyone else fuck her?”

“Yes. If she’s properly seduced.”

“No, not Mom. I can’t see anyone seducing Mom but you. She not that kind of woman.”

“Son, any woman can be seduced by any man, or woman for that matter, if she has an unfulfilled need and the seduction is done properly.”

“You really, honestly believe my Mom can be seduced by someone other than yourself?”

“I do. If it is done properly.”

“Well…that’s the key phrase; if it is done properly,” Logan says. “I don’t have any idea how to seduce a woman; much less my own Mom properly.”

“That’s where I come in, Son. I am going to coach you through the essential steps to appropriately seduce your Mom. When I am through, you will have the skills necessary to seduce any woman.”

“Really, Dad? Any woman I want?”

“Wait a minute. I know what you are thinking. I’ve also observed the way you look at your little Sister, Becky. She is off limits because she is only a senior in high school, still under eighteen and not considered a consenting adult.”

“Well as long as we are being honest with each other, what about after she’s eighteen? Her birthday is only a few months away. Would you mind if I use those seduction skills to fuck Becky after she is eighteen?”

“After she is eighteen and beyond the age of consent, I won’t give you a hassle if you try your luck with your Sister, but I would prefer you wait until after I’ve had my shot at her first.”

Logan is totally shocked at his Dad’s response. “Daaaddd!” He draws out the word. “I’ve never even seen you looking at Becky that way. How long have you thought about fucking her?”

“Practically every day since she started developing those fine tits that poke through her t-shirt every morning.”

“I would’ve never guessed it because I’ve never seen you looking at her in that manner.”

“Well…I do observe her like that, but I don’t make it so obvious others would notice. There is a reason I don’t gawk, and that is lesson number one for you to learn. Stop ogling her and your Mom because it only makes them feel creepy, and it can be a real turn off for most women. You will never get to first base with any woman if you stare at her body like a hungry wolf eyeing fresh meat. An admiring casual glance is okay and is often taken as a compliment, but lustful staring is a no, no.”

“I never thought of it that way,” Logan replies.

“And remember, your Mom is not a slut, so don’t expect to talk her into your bed in a few short weeks. Seduction is all about paying attention to someone else’s needs and moving forward accordingly. If you truly want to seduce a woman, spend time getting to know her and her body language. Set an appropriate atmosphere for the seduction, and move slowly, very slowly before getting too physical.”

“What should I do first?”

“Well, you already hug her occasionally. I suggest instead of gawky; you hug her more often and maybe follow up the hug with a kiss on her neck. The neck and ears have many nerve endings and are generally not touched as often as they should be. Your Mom loves it when I kiss her neck where it intersects with her shoulder. Nibbling on her earlobe is a real turn on for her, but that’s not something you want to do right away. Let her gets used to the gentle kisses on the neck before you move to an advanced technique such as earlobe nibbling. Remember to go slow and see how she responds to different things.”

Becky and her Mom interrupt Jim and Logan’s strategy meeting when they drop by the kitchen before leaving for the mall. Logan takes that opportunity to go to his room and Googles “How to seduced a Woman.” He finds several articles and spends the next few hours studying the information. All of the essays recommend going slow, paying attention to body language, listen more than you talk and not revealing your ultimate intentions right away.

Around six o’clock, Logan goes downstairs and finds his Mom is back from the mall and is in the kitchen hovering over the stove. His Dad is sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. His Mom is wearing a light blue polo shirt and khaki shorts that hug the contours of her firm butt. She is as sexy as a sixteen-year-old in that outfit. Logan walks up behind his Mom and encircles her waist with his arms and gives her a gentle, loving squeeze. He is tempted to go higher and fondle her tits, but his better judgment tells him that would fall under the category of moving too fast.

“What are you cooking, Mom?”

“It’s your Dad’s favorite; beef stroganoff,” she cheerfully answers.

Logan rests his chin on his Mom’s shoulder and says, “It smells wonderful. So, do you, Mom.” He then gives her another gentle squeeze and a quick kiss on her neck. The effect is immediate. She blushes and goose-bumps spread across her arms. She says nothing but Logan’s Dad winks at him and gives him the thumbs up.

Logan turns away and buries his head in the fridge looking for something cold to drink. His Mom glances around to make sure no one is watching and tugs at her wet panties that are beginning to stick to her moist vagina. She feels a moment of guilt because her son’s doting attention had had that effect on her. She blushes again and squeezes her thighs together.

Becky enters the kitchen and opens one of the overhead cabinets. She rises on her tip-toes to retrieve dinner plates from above. She is barefoot and wearing ultra-tight cut-off denim shorts that look like they are painted on her cute little butt.

Logan and his Dad both dwell a long moment on her tight round ass. After a few seconds of gaping Logan clears his throat and smiles at his Dad who is still studying her sexy little butt. Logan’s Dad gives an approving nod, and a wink then returned to his newspaper.

After dinner, Becky and her Mom clean the kitchen and then join the guys in the family room to watch TV. Jim has settled in his comfortable chair, and Logan is sitting on the sofa. Logan moves to the middle of the sofa to allow Becky to sit in her usual place to his left and his Mom to his right. There are about twenty minutes left to the western Logan, and his Dad is watching. As soon as the final credits begin to roll, Becky grabs the remote and finds a romantic “chick-flick” movie for them to watch. Logan and his Dad both grumble but agree it is only fair for the girls to pick the movie since they had endured part of the western.

A few minutes into the movie, Becky loops her right arm through Logan’s left arm and cuddles against him with her head on his shoulder. It’s her favorite position while watching a movie with the family. Everything is fine until Logan becomes aware Becky’s right breast is pressing against his arm. He prays that the stirring in his gym shorts doesn’t grow into a full-fledged boner. After a while, his cock settles into a semi-hard bulge. He decides that it’s a good thing because one of the articles he read suggests women can get turned on when a man gets an erection in their presence. Especially if they think they caused the erection.

There is a hot love scene taking place on the TV and Logan notices his Mom’s breathing is more substantial than usual. He uses his peripheral vision to watch her breasts rise and fall. Her nipples poke against the thin fabric of her polo shirt and become very apparent. One of the internet articles he read implied casual touching promoted erotic thoughts when a woman is in an apparent state of arousal. He is convinced her heavy breathing and erect nipples is ample proof that she is in a state of arousal. Logan cunningly places his right hand on his Mom’s left thigh just above her knee. She immediately puts her hand on his hand, gives it a gentle squeeze, and holds it in place. Logan feels his cock twitch and his bulge growing.

Moments later, he feels a rush of confidence and tries to move his hand a bit further up his Mom’s thigh, but she holds his hand firmly in place. She never takes her eyes off the TV screen and doesn’t give any indication she thinks Logan’s hand is out of place on her thigh. Logan’s cock is uncomfortably hard and needs to be adjusted, but his Mom continues to hold his hand firmly in place on her thigh.

There is a commercial break in the movie, and Becky pauses the movie to see if anyone needs a break. Logan rushes to the downstairs bathroom to relieve the pressure building in his balls. When Logan returns to the family room some ten or fifteen minutes later, Becky and his Mom have changed into their sleeping attire and are back on the sofa. Becky is wearing her usual long cotton t-shirt and probably a pair of cotton panties. His Mom has on her white thigh length terrycloth robe. Logan squeezes between the two women then Becky resumes the movie and returns to her cuddle position next to Logan. She naively presses her braless tit against his arm and repositions her head on his shoulder. Logan takes immediate notice of her breast against his arm and wonders if she did it innocently or to tease him. His hormones have him so confused he can’t separate fact from fantasy.

Mom takes a similar position as Becky on Logan’s right and lays her head on his shoulder. Her braless left breast is resting against Logan’s right arm. He can feel himself getting hard again. He makes a quick adjustment then casually places his hand on his Mom’s thigh. This time she appears as though she doesn’t notice the placement of his hand and concentrates on the movie. After what he thinks is a reasonable pause, he furtively advances his hand up her thigh a couple of inches. She doesn’t react at all to his slight encroachment. Logan’s heart is beating so loud he is afraid everyone in the room can hear. He inches his hand a bit further. She emits a low, almost inaudible moan and snuggles closer to Logan.

“Oh my God, she is going to let me work my hand all the way up to her pussy,” Logan thinks to himself. The exhilaration he experiences at that moment is almost overwhelming. He feels like he is not going to be able to take his next breath. He becomes light-headed and feels as if he may pass out.

Logan glances around the room and everyone, including his Mom, appear to be glued to a love scene taking place on the TV screen. He makes a bold decision and moves his hand the final few inches and touches her wet panties with the side of his hand. She stiffens as she gasps and quickly places her hand on his hand, holding it firmly against her wet vagina. She pauses a few seconds that seem more like minutes. He is almost sure she is going to leave his hand resting against her panty covered pussy, but then she moves his hand to own his lap. She lovingly pats the back of his hand and gives him a quick peck on the cheek and goes back to watching the movie as if nothing had happened.

Logan is drowning in his embarrassment, and as soon as the movie ends, he retreats without explanation to his room and strips naked for bed. He crawls under the sheets and holds his right hand to his nose. He can smell his Mom’s wetness on his hand. It only takes a few strokes on his swollen cock to gain relief. He cleans up the mess and then dozes off into a restful slumber.

Logan awakens to the smell of bacon cooking. He is hungry but decides to lay in bed a bit longer and savor the fact that he had actually touched his Mom’s vagina. It was covered by her panties, but none the less he did get to touch her in her most private place. He wonders if she is mad at him and also wonders how he is going to face her at breakfast. He’s just before masturbating again when there is a knock on his door.

“Come in.”

His Dad pokes his head in and says, “I was just getting ready to leave on a sales trip to Nashville, but I want to have a quick word with you before I leave.”

“Sure, Dad, what’s on your mind?”

Jim sits on the edge of the bed and says, “I watched you out of the corner of my eye last night as you cunningly worked your hand up your Mom’s thigh and judging by the expression on her face, I believe you successfully made contact with your intended goal.”

“Oh shit, Dad. Was I that obvious?”

“No, not at all. It was so skillfully done I don’t believe anyone else in the room was aware of what was happening. I’m proud of you and feel more than confident you can keep your Mom’s mind off of other men who may try to take advantage of her horny moments while I am away.”

“Thanks, Dad, I’ll try not to let you down. By the way, how long are you going to be gone?”

“I know what you are concerned about, Son. Your 20th birthday is in a couple of weeks, but I will be back in time to celebrate it in grand style.”

“Thanks, Dad, I’m looking forward to the party we are going to have.”

Jim leaves for his two-week sales trip to Nashville, and Logan reluctantly ventures downstairs to face his Mom. He doesn’t know for sure what kind of mood she may be in since his brazen move the previous night. Mom has her back to the kitchen table when Logan enters the room and is cooking scrambled eggs. He doesn’t know what to expect from her and is hesitant to approach her with his usual hug. Instead, he takes a seat at the table next to Becky and says over his shoulder, “Good morning, Mom.”

“What? Are you too lazy to give your Mom a hug,” she says over her shoulder as she continues preparing breakfast?”

Logan rises from his chair and moves guardedly toward his Mom. He has an enormous morning woody and is careful not to let it poke her in the butt as he caresses her around her waist and plants a kiss on her neck.

“Now that’s more like it,” she replies. “I was beginning to think you were mad at me.”

When Logan returns to the table, Becky locks her eyes on the tent in his boxer shorts and squawks, “My God, Logan. That movie last night must’ve caused you to have a really hot dream.”

“Shut the fuck up, Becky,” he growls.

Mom doesn’t even have to turn around and look to know Becky is talking about. It’s like she has eyes in the back of her head. Still facing away from the table, she says, “Leave your brother alone, Becky. It’s perfectly normal for a teenage boy his age to have an erection first thing in the morning.”

“Geez, Mom! Can’t a guy have a little privacy around here,” Logan embarrassingly groans?

******

Logan is pulled away from his favorite porn site by the sound of laughter and giggling coming from the swimming pool in the backyard. He looks down from his bedroom window and sees his Mom and Sister playfully splashing around in the swimming pool. His Mom is wearing a bright yellow bikini that barely covers her essential parts. Becky is wearing an identical style bikini that is light blue with white polka dots. It’s difficult to tell the two women apart because of their similar builds. Both are approximately 5′ 8″, 120+ pounds, and long blond hair worn in high ponytails. When they chase each other, their 36C breasts bounce and jiggle to the point of almost escaping their bikini tops. Logan slowly strokes his seven inches, which are protruding through the slit in his boxers and envisions his Mom on her knee, taking his cock down her throat. He almost orgasms at the thought.

Lucy sees her son watching from his bedroom window and motions for him to come down and join them. By the time Logan joins them, both girls are lying face down on their sun lounges soaking up the rays. Becky unhooks her bikini top and allows it to fall away from her back. She holds up the sunscreen and says, “Logan, will you rub lotion on my back, please?”

Logan kneels between the two sun lounges and smears a generous amount of sunscreen on Becky’s back and legs. He is cautious to keep the promise made to his Dad and does not touch any areas that would likely be considered inappropriate.

When he stands up, his Mom looks over her shoulder, unhooks her bikini top and says, “Be a sweetheart, honey and put some sunscreen on your Mom’s back.”

Logan eagerly sits on the edge of her sun lounger and squirts lotion in his hands. He takes his time and studies the best place to begin. He starts at her shoulders and neck, then moves to her sides and guardedly caresses the bulge of her breasts. She rises off the lounger just enough for him to encompass more of her breasts but not enough for him to reach her taut nipples. He makes a couple unsuccessful attempts to reach her nipples then gives up and returns to her lower back. After thoroughly covering her back, he cautiously slips his right hand under her bikini bottom and caresses first one cheek then the other. His Mom doesn’t object until he slides a finger between her crack and presses on her anal opening; so much for moving slow. She slaps his hand away and says, “Logan, honey, behave yourself!”

“Sorry, Mom. I got carried away.”

“Don’t forget my legs and feet, Honey.”

Logan starts with her right leg and massages sunscreen into her calf muscle and then moves to her right foot. He covers her foot, top, and bottom before working his way back up her leg to her thigh. He covers the back of her thigh, then the outer part of her thigh before cautiously moving to the fleshy part of her inner thigh. She spreads her legs wider, giving him ample space to work in that area. Logan takes that as tacit approval to explore and brushes the back of his hand against her bikini covered vagina.

His Mom flinches and gasps, “Be careful where you place your hands, Honey.”

“Sorry, Mom.”

Logan moves to her left leg and repeats the process. He takes his time and lovingly massages her left foot, her calf and then on to her left thigh. His cock is so hard it is painful. His Mom coos and mewls each time he moves close to her vagina. She is giving mixed signals to her son. Lucy raises her butt slightly up into the air as if to ask him to touch it. He takes a couple of cautious moves and lets the back of his hand drag across the area where her anus and vagina meet. She shudders a bit but doesn’t say anything, so Logan does it a couple of more times and still no objection. He gets braver and moves his hand to her Venus mound and cups it lightly with his palm and waits for her reaction. Lucy does nothing until he presses his middle finger against her clit. She takes a deep breath and stiffens. Seconds tick off, but they seem like minutes. He can feel her obviously pressing her vagina against the palm of his hand. She suddenly bolts upright, covers her breasts with a towel, and says, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Logan watches as his Mom rushes through the patio door and disappears into the house. The tent in his bathing suit leaves no doubt that he has a throbbing erection. Becky studies his prominent bulge a minute, then raises up on her elbows and says, “I’m going to tell Daddy.”

Logan directs his attention to his younger Sister, whose breasts are blatantly dangling with hard nipples for him to see. Time stands still for a moment like he is in a trance. Without taking his eyes off her tits, he asks, “What the hell are you going to tell Daddy?”

“That you were feeling Mom up and rubbing her pussy through her bikini bottom.”

“Fuck you, Becky,” Logan says as he storms toward the house.

Becky likes that her big brother’s eyes had been glued to her naked tits. She feels a stirring in her groin that sends chills throughout her whole body. She feels a need to rush to her bedroom and take care of the itch that is causing her entire body to tingle.

Logan’s Mom fingers herself through three magnificent orgasms before sliding down the tile wall of the shower. She sits there, letting the water cascade over her body as she admonishes herself for having such lewd thoughts about her teenage son. She knows what he wants from her and chides herself for wanting to give in to his lustful pursuit.

*****

Two days before Logan’s birthday, his cell phone rings. It’s his Dad. Logan expects its lousy news because his Dad never calls him while traveling on business. Logan reluctantly hits the answer button and says, “Good morning Dad. What’s this unexpected call about? I hope it’s not bad news.”

“I just wanted to call with an early Happy Birthday wish.”

“Does that mean you are not going to make it back home in time to be with me on my birthday day?”

Jim hesitates a moment then says, “Well you are partially right, Logan. I won’t make it home in time for your birthday day, but I am making arrangements for you and your Mom and Becky to come to Nashville where the four of us will celebrate your 20th birthday in grand style.”

Logan pauses a moment then skeptically says, “Okay, I’m listening. What’s the plan?”

“I’ll check with the hotel to see if I can get a couple of rooms for you and your sister, and your Mom will room with me. I thought the whole family would enjoy a day at ‘Opryland’ followed by a big Birthday Day dinner at an expensive restaurant.”

“Wow…that sounds great, Dad. Have you told Mom yet?”

“No. I wanted to run it by you first and make sure you wanted that kind of celebration.”

“Well, I’ll hang up now and let you call her on the house phone and get everything set up.”

Logan gives his Mom and Dad about fifteen minutes to complete their phone conversation and then heads downstairs. He finds his Mom with her back to the door, wiping down the breakfast table. She is still wearing her terrycloth robe. Logan tiptoes behind her, put his arms around her waist, and gives her a big hug. She stands up straight and affectionately leans back into his arms. He presses his morning woody against her butt and moves his right hand up to her left breast and gives it a gentle squeeze. She quickly wiggles free of his grasp and turns to face him. He is baffled by the shock on her face.

“Logan Honey, I know what you are trying to do, and I can tell you right now that’s not going to happen.”

Logan has a bewildered expression on his face and takes a step forward to embrace his Mom, but she puts her hand on his chest and holds him at bay.

“It’s perfectly normal for a young teenage boy your age to fantasize about having sex with his Mom, but I can assure you it is ONLY a fantasy and will not happen.”

“But Mom….” He wants to tell her that his Dad approves, but his better judgment tells him that would not be wise.

“No buts, Honey. It’s a fact of life, and you are not the only teenage boy to feel a sexual attraction to his Mom”, she calmly explains. “I am truly, truly flattered that you are attracted to me in that manner but feel I may have misled you by allowing you to touch me without objecting. When your hands strayed the other day while applying sunscreen to my body, I should have put a stop to it right then, but I didn’t. It was wrong of me, and I am sorry, but Moms aren’t allowed to do things like that with their Sons. It’s called incest, and it is against the law.”

Logan steps back, exasperatingly points at his hard cock which is fighting to spring free from his boxer shorts and pleadingly asks, “And just what am I supposed to do with this, Mom?”

Lucy can genuinely feel her Son’s pain because, at that moment, she too wants to retreat to the nearest bedroom with her son and fuck like a couple rabbits. She is highly aroused and sexually frustrated by everything that has taken place over the past week and feels she needs to cum just as badly as he does.

“There is nothing wrong with masturbating until you get relief,” she sweetly smiles. “Now would you like to go to the bathroom and take care of that problem while I prepare you a nice breakfast?”

Logan reaches out, pulls her into his arms and plants a kiss on her lips. Her mouth is open because of her shock and Logan shoves his in her mouth and begins to explore. She struggles for a moment then relaxes, puts her hand behind his head, pulls him closer, and returns his kiss. Their tongues dance and wrestle like two young lovers. Logan presses his hard cock to her belly, and she pushes back with equal force. Logan then takes her right hand and places it on his cock. She squeezes it through his boxers and gently strokes it up and down.

Then as though someone had flipped a switch, she breaks free of his embrace and hurriedly retreats to her bedroom. Logan pours himself a cup of coffee and sits down at the table. He slowly sips his coffee and congratulates himself on his progress. Thirty minutes later, Logan hears the front door open and close. He walks into the front room in time to see his Mom drive away in the family car. He turns to find Becky standing behind him.

“I’m going to tell Daddy.”

Logan lets out a dismal grunt and storms out of the room. He spends the rest of the day in his room surfing porno sites and napping. Around five thirty, Logan smells terrific aromas coming from the kitchen. He pulls on a pair of gym shorts and ventures down to see what’s cooking. Becky is setting the table, and his Mom is preparing dinner. His Mom smiles and says, “I cooked your favorite; spaghetti and meatballs.”

It’s as if the kiss he and his Mom shared never happened. The usual family banter around the dinner table is nothing out of the ordinary. Logan begins to think he dreamed it all.

“Becky and I are going to the Mall tomorrow to buy some things for our trip to Nashville. Do you want to come along, Honey?”

Logan doesn’t answer. He looks first at his Mom and then to Becky. He wonders how they can act as if the incident never happened.

“Can I take that as a yes, Honey?”

Logan nods his head, yes.

*****

The drive to Nashville takes approximately four hours. Logan and his Mom take turns driving while Becky sits in the back seat reading her Glamour Magazine and Teen VOGUE. They arrive at the hotel around dinner time and find Dad waiting for them in the lobby. After a round of hugs and kisses, Dad instructs a bellhop the take their luggage to the rooms, then he hustles everyone into the dining room for dinner.

Jim and Lucy have wine with their dinner; Logan and Becky settle for ice tea but prefer wine. The conversation around the table is lively with everyone excited about the pending day at ‘Opryland.’ After dinner, Becky and her Mom enjoy a chocolate dessert while Logan and his Dad go to the concierge desk to get confirmation and tickets for the next day’s activities. Jim uses that occasion to talk to Logan about his seduction progress with his Mom and their hotel accommodations.

He pulls his Son to one side and asks, “How is the seduction of your Mom going?”

“Not as well as we had hoped,” Logan groans. “The other morning after your call, she told me outright that she knew what I was trying to do and said it was not going to happen.”

“Tell me exactly what happened.”

“Well…about fifteen minutes after your phone conversation with her the other morning, I headed downstairs and found Mom with her back to the door wiping down the breakfast table. She was still wearing her robe. I tiptoed behind her, put my arms around her waist, and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the neck. She stood upright and leaned back into my arms as if we were lovers. I assumed by that reaction she was amenable to more taking place. So, I took that as an approval to do more and pressed my morning woody against her butt and moved my right hand up to her left breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. And then without warning, everything changed. She quickly wiggled free of my grasp and turned to face me. She had this shocked expression on her face and acted as if I had just committed a cardinal sin or something. Then she firmly said, “I know what you are trying to do, Honey and I can tell you right now with certainty that it’s not going happen. Moms are not allowed to have sex with their Son.”

“What did you say?”

“I tried to talk to her, but she told me to go masturbate and get rid of my erection while she prepared my breakfast.”

“Okay…don’t let a little setback like that prevent you from continuing with our plan”, his Dad says as he slaps him on the back. “She knows what you want, and I am betting she wants the same thing.”

“She didn’t act like someone who wanted the same thing.”

“I know, but she didn’t outright say NO or STOP. When a woman says NO or STOP, it’s over and you back away. However, if she says something like, “We shouldn’t do this, or this is not right, or I’m your Mother, we can’t.” Or words to that effect she is not telling you to stop. She is more or less saying she wants the same thing but feels she should be on record as objecting.”

“So, how do I proceed from here, Dad?”

“I’ll just have to get her so horny on this trip that she will be begging you to fuck her.”

“And how do you propose to do that?”

“Well, it’s been almost two weeks since we last had sex and I’m willing to bet she is just about ready to fuck my brains out. Now all I need to do is find a way to avoid having sex with her for the next two night and send her back home feeling hornier than when she got here. However, I have to be careful not to leave the impression I am getting sex elsewhere. That could lead to an even bigger problem.”

“Or it could get her aroused enough she will be even more conducive to my sexual overtures,” Logan counters.

“I don’t know. I think I need to give this a little more thought. I can probably avoid sex with your Mom tonight by drinking more wine and pretend to fall asleep while she is in the shower”, Jim grins, “but I will need to come up with something else tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night you can pretend to be too tire for sex after our long day at ‘Opryland,'” Logan suggests.

“That might work, but I still need to give it more thought. I’m thinking I may need to lick your Mom’s pussy to tomorrow night until she is ready to cum and then pretend to fall asleep before her orgasm happens. That will have her so horny you could probably fuck her in the hotel lobby. You all will leave for home early the next morning and hopefully she will ready to accept any sexual overture you make. I will follow a day or two later after I make my last sales call and will expect to hear about your success.”

“I hope you don’t make her so horny she can’t help me with the drive home,” Logan laughs.

“She may become a bit fidgety, but she should be able to drive home. My concern is that my first night at home, she will be crawling all over me if you haven’t been successful. If that’s the case, I may not be able to resist.”

“Where does that leave me if you give in to her?”

“I don’t think I will give in because I intend to have sex again with that hot little nurse, I told you about. If you haven’t successfully seduced your Mom by the time, I get home, then I intend to bring your Mom to the point of orgasm several times before pretending to fall asleep once again. That should do it. She will be so frustrated she won’t be able to sleep and will go downstairs to use her vibrator. That’s when you happen upon the scene and give her the relief she will so dearly need.”

“What if she still resists my advances?”

“At that point, I don’t think she will resist, but if she does just be firm with her and proceed as long as she doesn’t give you an emphatic NO. She will more than likely want to have sex so badly nothing will stand in the way of you reaching your goal, but she may still want it to appear like the decision was taken out of her hands. That way, she won’t feel as guilty.”

“Dad, how did you get to be so wise about sex?”

“It took years of observation and lots of trial and error,” his Dad brags.

“Oh, by the way, I fail to mention that I kissed Mom on the lips and she returned my kiss with a passionate kiss that I felt deep in my balls,” Logan grins.

“Shit, Logan! If she kissed you back, then you’re golden. It’s just a matter of time before the two of you are in bed together. Just be patient and keep doing what you have been doing.”

Jim pats his Son on the back, and Logan’s smile broadens across his face.

“Which brings me to another matter,” Jim adds. “I was only able to book one additional room because a convention has this hotel fully booked. I am going to rely on you to keep your promise not to try and take advantage of your Sister.”

“Only one room?” Logan is astounded. “Dad, are you telling me that Becky and I will have to share a hotel room together? That’s asking a hell of a lot of me, and I am not too sure Becky will agree to give up her privacy”, Logan groans. “Surely there are some other arrangements that can be made.”

“The only other thing we can do is book you a room at another hotel, and I am not so sure your Mom will go along with that arrangement. And another thing I haven’t mentioned is that not only will you and Becky be sharing a room, but you will also be sharing the same bed because they only had a King Room with one king-size bed.”

“Daaaddd, I’m as horny as a dog with two dicks, and now you want me to sleep in the same bed with my sexy Sister who you and I both admitted we want to fuck. I won’t even be able to get enough privacy to jack-off. What the hell am I going to do with my erections? I’m more than sure that I will have a perpetual erection the whole time.”

“Just bottle all that sexual energy and save it for your Mom. With both of you being equally deprived of sexual relief for the next few nights, it will motivate the two of you to find relief with each other.”

Everyone is surprised when Becky doesn’t create a fuss when she learns that she and her brother will be sharing a room. She doesn’t even blink an eye when it is also revealed they will be sharing the same bed. In fact, she seems to be a bit excited. Jim gives Logan a stern look that silently reminds him of his promise not to take advantage of his little Sister.

Becky takes her shower first and emerges from the bathroom wearing her usual sleeping attire; a long cotton t-shirt that comes down to mid-thigh, no bra and maybe or maybe not a pair of panties. Logan has no way of knowing for sure. Logan takes his time with his hot shower and ardently strokes his cock through three orgasms while thinking about eating his Mom’s pussy and fucking her into unconsciousness. He wants to be sure there are no sexual urges left in him when he crawls into bed with his Sister. He has every intention of keeping his promise to his Dad and not show the least bit of lust toward his Sister.

When Logan comes out of the bathroom, he is wearing his usual sleeping attire; boxer shorts and no shirt. Becky is in the middle of the bed with her back against the headboard watching a romance movie. Logan joins her on the bed and leans his back against the headboard. She immediately assumes her usual cuddle position alongside him. She links her arm around his arm and lays her head on his shoulder. Everything is fine until Logan feels his cock getting hard. The three orgasms apparently weren’t enough to suppress his desires for his Sister. He glances at Becky to see if she has noticed his growing bulge. Her eyes are locked on a love scene taking place on the TV screen. Logan stealthy positions a pillow over his increasing hardness.

“Did I cause that, or maybe you’re still thinking about fucking Mom?” Becky casually asks while keeping her eyes glued to the TV screen.

“Becky, give it a rest. I’ve told you a dozen times I am not trying to have sex with our Mom.”

“Yeah…if you say so.”

“Well, I do say so…so drop it and enjoy your movie.”

They go back to watching TV, but there is tension in the room. They both become fidgety. Logan is aware of Becky glancing every few minutes at the pillow covering his lap, and it is making his cock that much harder. Becky breaks the strained silence when she says, “Can I feel it?”

“Can you feel what?”

“That hard cock you are trying to hide under the pillow.”

“Damn it, Becky. No, you cannot touch my cock. You are my Sister, and that would be incest”, he snaps. “And no, I am not trying to fuck our Mom because that too would be incest!”

“Then why are you always putting your hands all over her body all the time?”

“I give her a hug every once in a while, and an occasional kiss on the neck to show her I love her and appreciate her.”

“You also squeeze her tits and rub your hard cock against her butt.”

“I do not! For God’s sake, Becky, get control of your dirty mind.”

There is another long silent pause, then Becky asks, “Do you love me?”

“Of course, I do. You’re my little Sister.”

“Do you appreciate me?”

“Absolutely! You’re my little Sister.”

There is another long pause, and then Becky asks, “Why don’t you hug me and squeeze my tits every once in a while?”

Logan loses his patience and growls, “I don’t want to discuss this nonsense anymore, Becky. Turn off the fucking TV and let’s go to sleep.” He turns away and covers himself with the top sheet. “And from his moment on, I don’t want to hear another word about Mom and me and what you may or may not be thinking is going on between us.”

Becky turns the TV and the lights off then turn away from her brother. She covers herself with the top sheet and says, “Good night, Logan. I love you.”

Logan only grunts then falls asleep. Becky waits until she is sure he is sound asleep and then fingers herself to a fantastic orgasm.

The day at ‘Opryland’ is enjoyable but tiring for all. The birthday dinner is a huge success, and everyone returns to the hotel totally exhausted. There is no need for Jim to fake falling to sleep. Lucy is asleep before he finishes his shower and comes to bed. Becky and Logan both fall into a deep slumber as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

The trip home from Nashville is uneventful. Their first night home everyone is tired and fall into their usual routines. Logan joins his Mom and his Sister in the family room to watch a movie. Halfway through the movie, the phone rings. It’s Dad and Lucy takes the call in the kitchen. When she returns, her eyes are red, and it is apparent, she has been crying.

“What’s wrong Mom,” Becky asks?

“That was your Dad. He has to go to Louisville on business and won’t be home for another week,” she sobs.

Becky and Logan give their Mom a group hug and console her. After a few minutes of solace, Lucy excuses herself and retires for the evening. Logan and Becky finish watching their movie and then both go to bed. Logan tosses and turns for over an hour. He knows his Mom is hurting but doesn’t know if he should go to her bedroom to further console her. He feels it will be an excellent opportunity to move forward with his planned seduction. The decision is taken out of his hands when he hears his Mom’s bedroom door open, and she tip-toes downstairs. Logan waits five minutes then follows her down.

Logan finds his Mom sitting on the sofa in the dark family room. A night light casts a shadow across the room, and Logan can see her chest rise and fall as she quietly sobs. Logan joins her on the sofa, takes her into his strong arms, and asks, “What’s wrong, Mom?”

“I think your Dad may be seeing someone else,” she sobs into his chest.

“Why do you think that Mom?”

“Because he hardly touched me when we were I Nashville.”

“That doesn’t mean he is seeing someone else.”

“Yes, it does,” she insists. “Normally, he can’t keep his hands off me, but in Nashville, he seemed to go out of his way to avoid having sex with me.”

Logan holds her tightly to his chest and tenderly rubs his hand up and down her back. Her heart is obviously aching, and Logan is tempted to confess the plan he and his Dad had concocted. After giving it a bit more thought, he determines that may make matters even worse. They both rest their chin on each other’s shoulder. Logan kisses her tenderly on the neck then follows his Dad’s suggestion and moves up to nibble on her earlobe. He feels a shiver pass through her, and she pulls him closer.

Logan removes his chin from her shoulder and places his index finger under her chin, tilting her head up where he can gaze into her eyes. Mom’s eyes are wet with tears and red from the crying. Logan thinks he reads all the signals that she wants to be kissed. He decides to test his intuition and leans forward. She closes her eyes, parts her lips, and accepts his kiss. Soon their tongues are fighting for position. Lucy sucks his tongue deep into her mouth, and Logan’s hand intuitively slides inside her robe. She has nothing on under the robe, and he caresses her warm breast while tweaking her nipple.

Lucy lets the robe slide off her shoulders and lays back on the sofa, pulling Logan with her. His porn site training kicks in and he sucks first one hard nipple into his mouth and then switches to her other nipple. She places her hand on his head and pushes him down, guiding him to where she needs him the most. He can smell her arousal as he descends toward her Venus mound. He is pleased by the site of her well-manicured, yet very hairy pussy. She has luscious full pussy lips and a large clit that begs for him to suck it.

Logan removes his boxers, moves further down the sofa, placing his face between her thighs. He spreads the lips of her vagina and blows gently on her opening. He had seen that on a porn site and was eager to try it on his Mom. Just like on the porn site, her clit pushes out from under its protective hood. He begins kissing her inner thighs, listening to her moans and mewls as he switches from one thigh to the other. He moves back to her pussy where he runs his tongue over her wet lips. His Mom lets out a deep guttural groan, and then he feels her hands on his head again; guiding him to all the places, she needs attention. He begins licking her hot labia, listening to her moans of pleasure as he continues running his tongue up and down her pussy. He parts her folds and lets her juices flow down onto his tongue. He finds himself vigorously tongue fucking his Mom as she begins gyrating on the sofa and pulling his hair with her fingers. He is so glad he had watched those porn sites. He wants his Mom to think of him as a worthy sex partner; not just her horny teenage Son.

Logan works his tongue deep into her pussy as she thrusts her hips upward before he moves up and takes her clit into his mouth. As he begins sucking her clit, he works a couple of fingers deep into her pussy, finding just how tight it is. That’s another little trick he learned on the porn site. He begins to alternate between licking and sucking her clit, as she becomes more and more impassioned. It isn’t long before she is thrusting her pussy hard against his face as the first of many orgasms wash over her.

Next, his Mom pulls him up, kissing him and licking her cum from his face. He doesn’t ask for her approval and slips his seven-inch cock into her pussy as she gasps and wraps her legs tightly around his waist. After his first few thrusts, she places her heels under his ass cheeks and tells him to fuck her good and hard. He begins to feel sorry for his Mom because she is one hell of a hot woman and doesn’t always have a man around to make love to her the way she deserved; when she needs it. He starts thrusting his seven-inch cock deep into her pussy as she grunts and takes it all.

He can feel the lust and genuine enthusiasm coming from her as he fucks her in the manner he’d always dreamed of. Every once in a while, she stiffens and uses her heels to pull him deeper into her. She shudders and shakes for a moment and then relaxes. It concerns him, and he asks her if he is hurting her, but she assures him that he is not. She tells him that was her having an orgasm. He asks her to warn him before each orgasm, so he will know what is coming.

The way her pussy keeps tightening, gripping his cock, and the enthusiasm of her thrusts is absolutely incredible. He mentions how great her pussy feels squeezing his cock, and she whispers that it is her pussy’s way of thanking him for fucking it so well. Over the next twenty minutes, he hammers his cock into his Mom’s pussy, fucking her in every position she suggests. Some of the positions she suggests he hadn’t even seen on the porn site, but he enjoyed them just the same.

She orgasms at least two more times before he finally reaches his point of no return. However, he can feel his balls tighten, and tingle as his orgasm finally begins to bubble up. He fights like hell to stop his explosion for his Mom to have one more orgasm, but it isn’t necessary to delay it because she starts cumming at the same time as he does. She screams as his hot sperm bursts into her spasming pussy.

“Oh my God, Logan, Honey! I’m cumminnnggg! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!”

Logan is afraid she will wake up Becky with her screams as he fills her sucking, clenching pussy with all he has in him. He tries to muffle her cries by shoving his tongue in her mouth as her scrunching pussy sucks the final drops from his balls. When they finally come down from their orgasmic high, his Mom can’t thank him enough for making love to her. He assures her that he will always be there any time she has a sexual need that requires his attention.

“Thank you so much, Sweetie, you have no idea how much that means to me,” his Mom breathlessly whispers.

They spoon quietly on the sofa while Logan holds his semi-flaccid cock against her rear-end and gently strokes one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“I have to admit I look forward to doing this with you many more times,” his Mom confides. “However, it’s critical we never let your Dad or your Sister know we did this.”

“Your secret is safe with me, Mom.” he solemnly promises.

Becky sits quietly on the dark stairway with her fingers buried deep in her pussy while she plots a way to get her big brother into her bed.

” Dad’s Fucking My Teacher ” by blueheatt

Dad’s Fucking My Teacher

* Mrs. Clay had a secret. No one knew about it until….. fate stepped in….*

__My name is Kurt. I work at my dad’s very private club for people with money. I worked in the food side. The other side was a dark lounge for drinking. He had me start going over there to empty trash and clean up. I wasn’t really allowed to be there with alcohol being served. That Friday night I went over to do my duty’s when I noticed a woman at the bar. She was real pretty, but had on half dark glasses. Her black hair half covered her face and was long. She had on a black suit but real low cut. She had beautiful full cleavage that showed real good. She was smoking a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was damn sexy looking. I couldn’t tell if she was watching me or not with those glasses.

I stalled and kept cleaning things, wanting to keep looking at her. I cleaned right in front of her….and then…she smiled at me. She leaned her cleavage over real big and said real sexy but slurred: “What’s your name Kurt?”

She was drunk as hell and how did she know my name? She asked my name… ‘and‘….called me Kurt. WTF? I ask her: “How did you know my name was Kurt?” She giggled and said: “Never you mind about that, do you like my tits?”

I couldn’t say anything. My dad would kill me if I said ’Damn right I do’ to a customer like that….so I just carefully smiled at her. She said in her slurred sexy voice: “Come here Kurt.”

I stood a little closer making sure no one was noticing us. “Would you like to kiss my tits Kurt?” and pulled my head towards her tits.

I jolted back and left the bar. Drunk women are crazy I thought….but I kept thinking about those beautiful tits though. My face was an inch from them and her perfume….…where had I smelled that perfume before? That triggered my memory, and things started to connect.

I waited and then peeked around to look at her again. She was gone. I ask the bartender about her. He said: “ She comes in every Friday night, gets drunk, and I call her a cab to take her home. That’s a wig, by the way and those half dark glasses, she hiding who she is for some reason.”

Bingo….that triggered my memory. I knew who she was now, a teacher, Mrs. Clay I had in history class school. She always wore that perfume and that’s how she knew my name. She was one of the teachers all the guys talked about wanting to fuck. Well…..I was just going to keep this information to myself.

On Monday I went to her class as usual, history …boring…..I studied her face….yep that was her, now I could tell for sure. Now she had her natural light brown hair, and plain glasses and regular clothes. My plan was to say nothing and enjoy my secret information and fantasize about those tits of hers in my face. I made no eye contact with her. When class was almost over she came over and said boldly: “I want to see you after class.” Ooooo ..like I was in trouble.

Everyone left and she closed the door…and locked it. She sat me down by her desk. “Kurt, we have to talk. I just want to say that what you might have thought you saw last Friday night….didn’t happen. OK? Can I trust you to never talk about it? A teacher has to be very careful with her reputation. She can get fired real easy for her public actions. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head yes.

“If you would do that for me, I would like to do some things for you. I think…you like my tits, don’t you.” I smiled. “I would like to give you a little sample of my ‘thank you’ right now…. Stand up.”

The door had no window in it and the room windows were up high. No one could see in. She took me over to the corner and hugged me real tight. She began to whisper in my ear. (“…Kurt, I like you. I’m not suppose to, but I do. I hope you like me too. I want you to feel my tits for me now,…. go ahead.”)

She opened her suit coat up and put my hands up under her sweater. Omg…there they were. Her ‘no bra’ tits I had dreamed about. She started breathing all weird as I felt her tits. She was going weird on me saying: (“..tell me how much you like them Kurt…..tell me how you’d like to kiss them and suck on them Kurt…tell me Kurt.”)

Well….I sure did as she asked…. as long as she was letting me feel them. I said quietly: (“….oh Mrs. Clay, your tits are so soft and wonderful, and I sure would like kissing your beautiful tits.”) She sure seemed to like that as she lifted her sweater up and put my face right in her cleavage.

(“Kiss them Kurt…kiss them hot, I know you want them…kiss them all over and lick them all you want….lick and suck on my nipples, oh god yes…your doing beautiful Kurt…keep that up Kurt…”)

Mrs. Clay, (Jill)

It was working perfect. I had to be bold and lay it on heavy with Kurt. Kurt didn’t know my earlier life. I had hooked up with Kurt’s dad a while back. We ended up in his private office one night and we had an affair there. On Friday nights I would go in the back way and we had a torrid, hot, steamy affair.

I had found out my husband had a girl on the side and we were parting ways. I was very hot for his dad, Stan, he know how to fuck me real good.

We had to end it when my divorce started, and is still active with all the legal stuff. All I could do is disguise my looks from who I was and sit and drink every Friday night as I waited for my husband to move out.

I’m still waiting.

When I found out that Kurt was Stan’s son I slowly got aroused by him. He looked like his dad only younger and oh so sexy to me. I was closer to his age that his dad. When I saw Kurt in the lounge, I was pretty drunk and my urges for him got released. I have nice full tits, and when I saw Kurt eyeing them, I couldn’t hold back wanting him to fondle them. His dad loved them and he use to suck them so good before we had sex. It all came flashing back and I wanted them fondled by Kurt. I have nipples that are very sensitive and I can even have an orgasm when they are sucked and played with. Watching Kurt’s eyes made them hard and so ready to be sucked.

Now I had Kurt all picked out to suck and fondle my tits, and it was working. He was young and I knew the next thing he would want is to have sex with me….and that’s just what I wanted too.

Kurt…..

She was acting kinda crazy, but I sure didn’t care. She was pushing her pussy right into my boner. I looked at the clock. “Mrs. Clay,…. I’m late for my next class, can you…. write me a note?” I said out of breath. She held my head and pulled it back. She smiled at me with a real sexy look. “Kurt, I’m a teacher. I’ll write you a note so you won’t even have to go to your next class.

This a free hour for me and we have 40 minutes left. You just do what I say and everything will be fine….besides….your in no condition to leave…just yet.” She shoved her hand down in my pants and felt my boner. In a flash she had my pants down and was on her knees. She was jacking my boner. “Hold still Kurt and let me get this down for you.” she said.

Jill……

This was so risky!…but it got me hot doing it. A little preview wouldn’t hurt. I know he’ll cum quick and I need a good taste of his cum. I grabbed his young smooth ass and took his boner in my mouth. A few deep throats and he jolted. I squeezed his ass as his butt cheeks tightened up. His knees trembled and I got the shots of cum I wanted. Down my throat it went….mmmm…all gone.

Poor Kurt’s eyes…they rolled back in his head as he held onto my head to keep from falling over. Five minutes left. I helped him put his pants back up and unlocked my door. I said loud: “If you don’t try harder, and concentrate, your going to fail this class!” He was in a daze as he tried not…to smile.

Now I had to plan a place for us and this would not be easy. My house and his house had people in them. He had to work nights and…..wait….my classroom…it was the only place for us. I needed to change his schedule to give him a free hour the same as mine. The danger of doing this just made me all the more turned on to have sex with him right in the classroom.

It took a little talking but I got it all arranged. 10am to11am was now ’our’ time. That night I lay naked in bed, playing with my nipples and looking ahead to our first hour together. Being a teacher I was going to enjoy teaching him some very hot things to do sexually….and he can teach me what the young set does for sexual pleasure….

10 am, and my class filed out….all but one. I barked: “Let me see your homework, Kurt.”…the other students thinking he was in trouble with me …again. The door closed with the last student. I waited a little, then quietly locked the door. Here came my young man all excited with his sexy smile. I turned out the lights.

Kurt….

My heart was banging in my chest as I slowly walked toward her. God she was sexy looking. She was smiling standing with her legs apart with a skirt on today. I backed her into our corner as she took some big breaths. She began acting weird again. She said quietly: “…Kurt…what are you doing?, are you so attracted to me you feel you must have me?…do you want to feel me, kiss me make love to me?…is that what’s your after?…tell me how bad you want me Kurt…tell me.”

I thought…OK, it’s one of her weird games again…so I told her…. “ Mrs. Clay…I wanted you since the first time I saw you.” She gasp and pulled my head to her cheek. I continued: “ You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…I want you so bad…”

Well,…. that’s what she wanted to hear and up went her sweater. I felt her nipples and watched her lean her head back and moan real sexy.

Up came her skirt as she put my hand on her pussy. (“..Oh Mrs..” she whispered to call her ’Jill’. “Jill I love to feel your pussy….all warm and wet…I must go kiss it now.”

She held my head as a went down on her. She was up against the wall with her legs spread wide apart. There was that aroma of her perfume…strong. I began to lick her pussy as she moved it up and down on my lips. She moaned so sexy each time I licked her clit.

Jill……
My dad called me ‘wild child’ and ‘nympho’ when he caught me with porn in my computer. I wanted some of the action I saw there, hot, wild sex. My first and steady sex was an older guy and he fucked me rough and I like it. He was…,
let’s just say…‘a family member’. We would let the desire to fuck build up and up and then we would attack and fuck real hard and wild.

Now I had tapped into Kurt’s lust for me and released it. I was finally getting what I wanted. I was in for wild ride…..

Oh my…the youthful energy of Kurt’s tongue was making me weak. I slowly sunk to the rug. He stuck 3 fingers in my pussy and massaged it good. He was way better than his dad. He was pumped and becoming aggressive….everything was becoming reversed. I became submissive to him. “…oh Kurt…baby…do you want to ’own me’?…do you want me that bad?…” I said. He began to undo his pants and get on top of me. He took his boner and moved it up and down on my pussy. He said: “Yes Jill, I ‘do’ own you now, you are mine and I have to fuck you.” Kurt said.

That sucked the air right out my chest. I liked this and his aggressive stance with me. “You have ravaged me Jill, I’m taking you to sexual heaven with me right now.” he said.

He held my wrists down and started putting his tongue deep in my mouth. I felt his boner shoved in me hard. I had to moan uncontrollably as he lifted my legs up around his back. He became my wild man, thrusting himself in me and kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me. I jerked my wrists loose and put my arms around his neck. I could feel the climax of all climaxes coming up in me.

He fucked me hard, aggressively and deep with each thrust. I had never had a guy fuck me this wild before, and it was driving me ‘more’ wild. We were both going for the peak we both wanted. I squeezed my legs around him …and my pussy clamped around his boner. He gave out a low growl and we both squeezed us with everything we had…then…it was like the world stopped. …

He moaned and I felt hot thrusting cum in me as I climaxed. We held each other so tight we trembled. I could feel and even hear the cum being blasted in me….we just couldn’t stop fucking…and fucking…until we both went weak…and just held on tight….squirming…

——
Jill…..

It was Friday night. I sat at the bar as usual having a drink in my disguise. Kurt and I had a little plan set up. He clued his smiling dad in and I waited. When Kurt was doing his clean up duty’s behind the bar. I spoke to his dad:

“Stan honey, could you call me a cab?” I slurred, acting like I was totally drunk.

“No mam,….. your to drunk to ride home in a cab, ‘Kurt‘…., take the lady home please and see that she gets into bed.”

Kurt tried not to smile and said: “Ok Dad“

We staggered out to the company’s plain white van and drove to a river front secluded location. The back of the van was filled with blankets and no windows.

I wanted to feel the driving lust he had for me. I wanted to see that youthful aggression come out and fuck me hard with it.

I taunted him.

In whispers I said: “Maybe we better wait Kurt.” He was already trembling undoing my buttons. “Someone might come by here and see us.” Some of my buttons went flying as he tore them off. He got all hyper. “Waiting is over Jill, your mine now and we’re going to take a little trip to cum land right now. I want you completely naked, not one earring, or piece of clothing. I’ve dreamed about your hot body completely naked and now I want to devour it.”

That’s what I wanted. To be taken by him and fucked hard. I taunted him even more: “But Kurt…I’m a teacher and if anyone….”

Those were the last words spoken. He kissed me and his tongue fucked my tongue like two wild animals. I was naked, hot, trembling and my pussy was dripping. It was a real show down for us. Now I reacted how I felt.

I rolled him over on his back and grabbed his boner and shoved it in my pussy. Out came the moans, groans and animal sounds. I drove his boner in me a deep as it would go…..and again….and again. He pinched my nipples so hard I orgasmed several times.

This was the kind of fucking I wanted.

Kurt…..

She was acting weird again, but only this time it was a very hot and sexy weird. I felt like I had a goddess on top of me and she was about to rape me…..well… ok Jill, go for it. What a powerful woman she was. She was driving my boner in her to the max. She kissed me wildly and held my body real tight. I had no choice, I had to cum big.

I squeezed her nipples with one hand, felt her ass with the other and slipped a finger in her back hole. She yelled so loud my heart jumped….that triggered my thrust upwards and I felt like all my cum shot out at once. Her pussy was tight, moving fast and she was biting my neck.…what a wild woman she was as we fucked ourselves crazy…..

She was like no other girl I’d ever been with before…as I just kept feeling her nipples and tits. I loved feeling her beautiful naked body. She just kept moaning low and fucking slow and deep……

*Months later in the morning at Jill’s house.

“Kurt, I‘ll leave first, then you go out the back way….now wait…Kurt…you’ve got that look in your eyes….not now…please Kurt…..we’ll both be late for school….Kurt…stop baby…you’ll mess up my hair and clothes….mmmmm…not on the living room rug….oh damn you…we’re going to be late again…mmmm…oh dam.. your taking mmmm advantage of me…Kurt…Oh my god…..

Oh Yes!….deeper baby…. deeper!…”

Play Things II by Sexy Mommy

Introduction:

A new, only slightly dysfunctional family gets a visit.I left Susan in the now very capable, and controlling hands of Lori. I went to school with Lori to find my next play mates, and it didn’t take too long. I found a teacher who remembered having a student with a very attractive mother a few years ago, trip to the office, in to the secratary, look up the records, and the home address is mine. Meadow Lark lane sounded so nice. Odds are no one would be home now, so I had time to kill. I bounced around the school, class to class, grade to grade, it is amazing, and frightening, what is in some of these kid’s heads. 

I climbed aboard a substitute teacher at the end of the day, they don’t have to stay after for any duties, and had her drive me to the house on Meadow Lark lane. Meadow Lark lane is a long, slightly winding street in an older part of the city. When built these were most likely middle income homes, but as the city grew around them, the large lots made them very valuable. Most, including my destination, had been remodeled to about 3 times their origional size, and now this area was one of the most desireable in the city. Walked up to the house, rang the bell, and the door promptly opened. 

“Hello, I’m Mrs. Brown.” my surigate said with an extended hand. I actually never bothered learning her name. They shook hands, I moved in, and “Mrs. Brown” walked away with a confused look about her.

Mary Dunlap was a beauty no doubt. She was 32, dark brown hair half way down her back, an even medium tan, facial features that would seem perfect, tight figure, and stunningly long, shapely legs. Her husband, Michael, was an international investment banker, he made embarrassing amounts of money, and that is exactly why she married him. He was not a bad person, or a good person for that matter, in fact, he basically had no personality at all. Mary wed him for money, he wed her for a trophy wife, and a year later, they had a son. The perfect family to present to the board of directors at events requiring such things. He worked long hours, traveled often, and was essentially absent even when present.

Thompson Dunlap, their now 12 year old son, was a victem of the ever trendy, and equally pretensious, craze of using sir names as first names. He just went by Tommy around the house. Good kid, good grades, good at sports, he really was an outstanding person overall. Blond like his dad, but tall and lean like his mom, truly the best of both of them.

Mary shut the door and I took a stroll through her life. She would do most wonderfully. We went up stairs and I examined the goods. Everything was even better under the light dress she wore. She seemed flawless. Rummage through the closet (it’s easier the trodding through memories) looking for what ever I might find. She had a wordrobe that seemed endless. 

Michael, would of course, be working late tonight, but Tommy would be home in about an hour, just about enough time to get everything ready. Shower, shave, hair, dress, makeup, perfume, ready.

Tommy came bounding home just as Mary brought us down stairs. 

“Wow, why are you all dressed up mom?” Tommy asked.

“Oh, just wanted to feel pretty. Am I?” she quarried.

“Sure.” Tommy said with a hint of uneasiness in his voice. 12 years old boys tend to be uncomfortable expressing such things.

I tried to walk sexy down the remaining stairs. The black skirt was above the knee several inches, and just long enough that you couldn’t see the cuff of the tan thigh highs. The slit in the back was quite high, a good thing because as tight as it was, no one would ever be able to walk in it otherwise. A loose fitting silk blouse was unbuttoned way too far, and Mary’s breasts seemed to defy gravity with subtle swaying under it. They didn’t need a bra, these were a cosmetic surgeons swan song, only they were natural, full c-cups. Black snake skin pumps finished the bottom, a long string of pearls, that was supposed to be worn as a double, hung down far, drawing the eyes where I wanted them, and matching earings did the top. I had french braided my hair in to a long pony tail.

“Do some homework, I’ll order dinner.” I told him.

“Eating alone again?” he asked.

“He hasen’t called, but I assume so.” I said, and he accepted it as normal.

Mary went and called in an order of Chinese from a place they liked, Tommy seemed to watch her as she walked away, or perhaps sauntered was a more apt description. 

40 minutes later, and food arrived. I called Tommy to dinner and he was there in a moment. I brought him a plate of food, not a normal thing, but it allowed me to bend over in front of him, and linger there for a moment… or two. His eyes were transfixed, following the pearls down.

“Oh, my blouse came open.” I said with what seemed like fake embarrasment even to me. “You’re not supposed to be looking there naughty boy.” I said with a grin, and walked away. I did not button up.

Tommy’s face was a curious shade of crimson.

I went to get my plate and bring it to the table. I managed to drop a chop stick on the floor, bent over fully facing away from him. I don’t know exactly how much he saw, but I know he looked, I could feel air across my labia.

We ate at the kitchen island side by side. I brushed my leg against him more than once, I’m not sure he caught on. Young boys can be so obvlious, even young girls catch on so much faster. When I’d talk to him, I’d lay my hand on his thigh, letting it linger longer than it should. It made him squirm in his seat. The actual conversation was meaningless, but we talked and ate. After dinner he stayed in his seat, I think he didn’t want me to see the tent he’d pitched in his shorts. I stood against the counter,, beside him yet facing him. I managed to make enough small body movements that Mary’s right breast was becoming exposed, the nipple just hidden by the white silk, the areola clearly showing. He noticed. 

He cleared his throat. 

Mary’s phone rang. 

“Hello Michael.” I said answering it. Short version, he would be late, we should eat without him. I didn’t bother telling him we already had. “Here,” I said holding the phone towards Tommy, “He wants to talk to you.”

He took the phone and I started to walk around behind him. As he started talking, I ran my hand around under his arm from behind, I ran my hand up and down his stomach a few times, I then plunged in, reached down and grabbed his already hard cock. It wasn’t the largest thing I’d ever seen, 5 inches, well proportioned, and it would do. He let out a subtle gasp.

“Fine.” he said to his dad on the phone. 

I pressed up against him from behind, and stroked up and down through his shorts. He continued to talk to his dad, and I liked the control this gave me. I spun his bar stool around and had him facing me. I unbuttoned the two buttons the held the blouse together, opened it wide, and tossed it away. Tommy stared hard.

He didn’t seem to be talking at the moment, and I could sort of hear his dad through the phone rambling on about something. I reached behind his head and guided his mouth to my almost painfully hard right nipple. He was slow to move, but soon was gently nursing from me again. He abruptly pulled away.

“Yea, I’m listening.” he told the phone.

I dropped down and tugged his shorts off, tossing these aside also. The side zipper on the skirt made it easy to remove, and it soon joined the assorted clothing scattered around the room. There were no panties tonight. Tommy stared unabashedly at my pussy. Mary kept it waxed clean, and it looked good. I ran a finger through it’s wetness, and it was very wet. I was close to dripping. I put my moist finger up to his lips, he seemed hesitant, and I gently pushed past his lips where he sucked it clean.

“Mmm.” I whispered in his un used ear. 

He kept speaking to his dad, I had no idea what they could be talking about this long. I swung one leg over and stradeled him in the chair, my lips pushed up against the underside of his shaft. I started tilting my hips back and forth, rubbing against his cock.

“OK, bye d-dad.” he said with a slight stutter. He never had a stutter before.

I took the phone, hit the red end button, and sat it on the counter. I lifted up, then brought my hips down, engulfing him up in one motion. He gasped, I moaned. 

“Oh baby, that’s so good.” I told him. “You like that don’t you?”

He sort of nodded, staring at my breasts again, or had he ever stopped?

I started slow grinding, but I could see he was coming to a conclusion quickly, and not surprisingly. I hopped off him, not wanting him to dirty my pussy, not yet anyway. I took his hand and led him to the family room where I sat him down in his dad’s favorite chair. I opened his legs a bit, dropped to my knees in front of him, and with a wicked smile, bent forward and swallowed his cock. Tommy just sat there, stunned for about 60 seconds. After that, he started breathing hard and fast.

“ma…mom…I’m gon..” he tried speaking.

And then he shot in my mouth. His hips jerked for a minute, and hot, sticky cum shot in my mouth and got swollowed down. I pulled off his dick, and stood up, keeping eye contact the whole time, I smiled wickedly. I walked over to my purse, retrieved my lipstick, and fixed my smudged lips. I walked slowly back to him, almost naked, stockings and heels was all I had on.

“Did you enjoy that baby?” I asked. 

“Yea.” the reply short and sweet. 

“Go finish your homework, then maybe there will be somemore of this for you.” I used both hands to squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples in front of him. 

He scampered off quickly, grabbing his shorts on his way through the kitchen. I smiled as he ran. I got dressed again also, only 1 button this time. Cleaned the kitchen, gathered my things, and went to Mary’s bedroom. I tried to find something extra sexy to wear, couldn’t really find anything I liked better then the simple bit I was wearing. I took off the blouse and skirt, through on a see through black babydoll, and called it good. 

“Done with your homework big fella?” I asked from his doorway. 

“Almos…” he started speaking as he spun his chair around from his desk.

I walked toward him, his stunned silence filled in for his approval. 

“What are you studying tonight?” I said with a bit of a spin.

“Math.” he said with no inflection in his voice.

“Let’s just see.” and I looked at the worksheet he had in front of him. “Hmmm, …” and I read off one of the problems as I sat on the edge of his bed, simple algebra stuff.

“X equals 5?” he said with a question in his voice.

“Good.” I said. I spread my legs a little, and pulled the babydoll up a few inches. I read another problem.

“X equals 8.” he said with more confidence.

“Very good.” I opened up a few more inches, and pulled the nighty up another inch, not that it actually hid anything, you could see right through it. “Next problem..”

“Y equals 7” he said

“Sorry” I said, closing my legs and pulling the nighty down.

He was so dissapointed, but he didn’t miss another problem after that. Soon I was laying back on his bed, legs splayed wide, using one hand to stroke my slit, and the other to squeeze my tits.

“I think we’ve studied enough” I suggested, and I stood up. “Get undressed and come with me.” He was naked and right behind me before I could get to his door. I took him to my bedroom, turned quickly and grabbed his erect cock. Stroking it hard, I whispered in his ear, “I’m going to let you fuck me tonight, hopefully several times, but you can’t tell, ok?”

He nodded.

I threw the comforter and blankets aside, and pushed him on to the bed. I climbed on the bed, and was quickly over his hips, labia 2 inches above the tip of his cock. I started rubbing my clit. Harder. Faster. It didn’t take long, my first orgasm washed over me with amazing release, right as it peaked, I dropped down on that young cock, and buryied it deep inside me. 

“Oh fuck mommy baby, fuck mommy good.” I cried out as I bounced up and down with a furious rythem. My orgasm seemed to sustain itself, turning in to a long steady moan, as my cunt seemed alive on it’s own. As I finally started to come down from it, I could see Tommy getting ready.

“No no baby, not in mommy’s cunt yet.” I said as I jumped off him. I grabbed his cock and started to suck it, and just before I got it in he shot all over me, I swallowed the last half, the rest on my face. 

“Well, you came on mommy.” I told him, as I moved up to his face. He said nothing.

I bent over and kissed him, He was very awkward and clumsy, but soon our tongues were entertwined like serpents. I don’t know if he could taste his cum in my mouth, but I could. I broke our kiss.

“You made mommy’s face dirty, lick it off.” I said as I turned my most assulted cheek to him. “Go ahead” 

He licked my cheek, and down to the corner of my mouth, then we kissed again for a few minutes.

“Such a good boy.” I said, “That was fun, and I can tell you liked it to. Think you’re up for more?” I looked down at his boy dick, bald, pale, smooth, hard again. “I guess so.”

I rolled over on my back, opened up, and invited him in. “Come on baby, this is mommy’s second favorite way to get fucked.”

He crawled around and up between my legs, a couple of blind stabs that missed their mark, and I interviened.

“Slow down sweetie, let mommy help.” I reached down and guided him in. He started thrusting right away, rapid, short thrusts. It felt nice. 

My phone rang again. I hoped I knew who it was, I was right.

“Hello Michael,” I said with some enthusiam, while Tommy screwed his mom good. “Dinner out [ugh] with the [ugh] German [ugh] clients [ugh]. I understand [ugh]. No, I’m [umm] I’m fine [ugh], I was just [ugh] excersizing.” I gave tommy a long sustained kiss while his dad went on. ” I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking my ankels behind his tiny ass. I started pulling him hard in to me. 

“I totally understand Michael.” I said in a quick statement, biting my lip to stiffel a moan. “You do your work, I’ll take care of Tommy and make sure he gets to bed.” I pulled him extra hard, his pelvis slapped against my wet pussy lips. “Just getting some excersize honey.” I pulled him hard again. Slapping wet sounds were now obvious, even through the phone. “Ok, see you about midnight.” and I hung up.

“OK baby, fuck mommy like a big boy now, give it to me hard.” And I pulled him in to me again, hard. 

He was thrusting in me hard and fast, I was thrusting up at him just as hard. “OK baby, mommy’s going to cum now. Here it comes baby, keep fucking mommy no matter what…HERE I CUM BABY.” I screamed out, my hips thrust and gyrated wildly, “Fuck me hard baby.” and he did, he slammed in to me, and my orgasm ran on and onuntil he stopped. 

I looked up at him, sweat matted hair streaked across my face. I brushed it aside.

“Did you cum inside mommy?” I Asked. 

“Yes.” he said, looking down ashamed.

“It’s fine baby, I wanted you to. I want you to cum in mommy lots of times. OK baby?” I reasurred him.

He looked at me oddly.

“I want your cum in me, I love you and want you in me. It felt good didn’t it?” I asked

“Yea, real good mom.” he said.

“Good baby,” I said right as his semi hard cock slipped out and what seemed like way too much boy cum started flowing out of my cunt. I lay there in it, something about the nastyness of it made it all so exciting, his cum running down over my anus, making it wet, pooling in a puddle on the bed between my ass cheeks.

I reached down and started stroking it again. “Think you’ve got another one in you” I asked, I hoped. He said nothing, his young cock answered growing hard again. 

“Want to see mommy’s favorite way to get screwed?” I asked. 

“Yes.” he practically shouted. He was of very few words tonight.

I sat up in a puddle of cum, rolled over, and got on my hands and knees. “Come fuck mommy like this, get behind me and fuck mommy as hard as you can.”

He seemed to take that as a challenge. I spread my legs wide when I realized I was too high for him, and he went right in. His first thrust went about half way up my ass, thankfully lubed by his cum. 

“Not there baby,”I said, pulling his dick out of my anus. “You don’t grt that until later.” and I gave him a smile as I guided him to the right hole.

Once in, he was like an animal. Pound, pound pound, thrusts hard and fast. The sloppy wet sounds filled the room, sweat combined with musky pussy and boy cum filled the air, and it was intoxicating. He grabbed my hips hard and was raveging me, hard and fast, I was getting close again.

“Pull my hair.”I yelled at him between moaning pants. “Pull my hair!” I yelled again louder. It shocked him, but he grabbed my pony tail and tugged. “Harder, pull it harder.” I panted out. He yanked it, I let out a long sustained moan. I hoped a little pain would finish me off, and yelling at him would sustaing him long enough to allow it to happen.

“Pull it and spank my ass.” I screamed.

He did, a tepid little pat really.

“Spank your mommy’s ass hard damn it.” and he did. He pulled my hair and my head went back, his right hand came down hard on my ass and I lost it. I screamed out louder then ever before, “Fuck yea baby,”I yelled “Fuck it hard.” and I came, I came with the best orgasm Mary had ever had. She lost control, squirted all over the bed and Tommy. Tommy came right after, adding a load of pre-pubicient boy cum to the bed. When I stopped screaming, when my cunt and ass stopped twitching, and my hips stopped shaking, I fell over on the bed, Tommy’s cock slipping out easy.

I lay there for several minutes in a pool of sex fluids, something that would normally gross me out, but Mary and I both seemed to like it for it’s nastiness, Tommy’s cum now coated my pelvis front and back, my stockings smeared in places with his young seman. Tommy sat on his haunches, exahusted.

‘Looks like I have to change the sheets.” I said to no one really. 

‘Sorry mom.” Tommy, looking sad.

“Don’t be, it was so worth it. Half of it’s mine anyway.” I told him. He seemed ok with that. “Why don’t you go shower,” I told him with a kiss, a long kiss. “Ill change these sheets and take one myself.”

He left to do as told, I got out of bed, kicked off my heels, and peeled off the stockings. Then went about the bed. Showered and feeling fresh, I put the black babydoll back on, a black thong, and I went down stairs. The rest of the evening was normal. Tommy went to bed, and I waited till about 11:00 and did the same. 

This was going to be fun.

My Buddy’s Mom is now an obsession by iamscrwd

Introduction:

Mostly true but with a little bit of wishful thinkingMy buddy’s Mom is now an obsession. 

Could not stop thinking about Rachel since I dropped her off at her friends yesterday and now I was heading over to pick her up. My anxiety and sense of urgency out of proportion to reality and now I was pulling up to Sue’s house an hour sooner than I was supposed to.

It did not matter. Sue opened the door and after the initial reaction of surprise, her expression went to a mock pout.

“Sorry stud muffin, Rachel left just a little while ago. Apparently Russell and Mr. Wagner got back in town earlier than expected.” Sue explained, and then leaned forward out of the door.

Whispering in my ear, “too bad my daughter is here other wise I would invite you in” as her fingers slowly cascaded down the front of my shirt, pausing ever so slightly at the top of my shorts.

My stomach reacted by sucking in from the light touch…the waist of my shorts bridged between my hipbones.

The opening allowed Sue’s long fingers unrestricted access and the tips of her fingers immediately found the head of my dick as it hardened to attention.

“Woo…” Sue cooed, as she thrust her hand down the front of my shorts enveloping my cock within her hand, sliding further down cradling my testicles in her palm, “oh…too bad, I was so looking forward taking advantage of you.”

I heard a door close somewhere in the house behind her. Sue quickly pulled her hand out of my shorts.

‘Way too bad…maybe next time?” She smiled and gave me a wink as she almost closed the door on my face.

Shit…now I was really horny, my dick was so hard I had trouble walking back to the car.

Against all common sense, I pointed my car towards Rachel…er, I mean Russell’s house. But as I neared their home, my upper head started to overcome my lower head and realized it might not be the best time to show up when my lover’s husband was back in town. Maybe we could meet somewhere later…so I sent a text to her.

No immediate response, maybe she is tied up with them just getting home and all. Figured that I would waste some time hanging out downtown…but after a couple of hours of that and not getting a response, I headed home.

Without thinking, I sent more texts, about one and hour…still no responses.
Tried to rationalize…from thinking that she really did not have time, to well maybe this is for the best…glad to have had the opportunity and let us leave it at that. She is my buddy’s Mom after all.

Woke up a couple of times in the middle of the night with a raging hard on and dreams of Rachel and I having hard, violent sex. But that was just what it was…dreams.

Since Russell and I trade off driving each to school and it was Russell’s turn, my opportunity to accidentally run into Rachel was going to be slim to none this week. And, unless she would answer my text messages, I was out of luck. She did not.

The next weekend, I was stuck working both Saturday and Sunday, and more of my texting came up without a response.

Then late Sunday, Lori showed up at the store where I worked and made a beeline directly to the meat counter where I worked.

Now almost every day this past week I had seen Lori, but she too seemed to make pains to avoid me. Something was definitely up.

“Hey, MMF…we need to talk”. Lori at least was as sarcastic as ever.

I motioned her to a hallway.

“You have to stop texting your now ex-lover…my Mom”, she said it with almost a derogatory relish.

“You two are done…too risky, Mom says it was great but not right…then of all things she suggested we hook up,” Lori threw her head backwards with haughty sounding laugh.

“Don’t think so…unless I need a lap dog for sloppy seconds”, again with the sarcasm.

Then she turned and began to walk away, stopped, looked over her shoulder, “but then you never know” the word hung in the air as she blew me a kiss.

Well, guess that answered that…Rachel was done with me…I was hurt, but not heartbroken, just a deprived feeling.

The next week was my turn to drive, but the first few days Russell met me at the end of the driveway, so never had a chance to even get a glimpse of her.

Finally, on Thursday, Russell must have been running late so I pulled up the driveway.

I saw her walk past a window…with just that short silky robe that I had peeled off her shoulders the weekend before last. My lust rose quickly and I opened the car door.

But as I stood and faced the house, Rachel was in the window with her hand held out and her mouth forming a NO.

I got back in the car just as Russell came out.

No such luck the next day.

Saturday early morning Russell called and asked if I could drive him to work because his Dad needed his car for a golf outing. Maybe another chance to see Rachel…told him to give me a half.

This time Rachel met me at the door…damn she looked hot, again in the short silk robe, just open enough to reveal the inner globes of those fine tits, the rush of wind from opening the door lifted one side of the lower portion of the robe. For an instant I could make out her mound through the sheer material of her bikini underwear.

“Sorry about the last couple of weeks…can not risk it anymore…come back after you drop off Russell and I will explain” she said in a very urgent tone, just as Russell walked up behind her.

Russell had a goofy expression on his face as he eyed his mother up and down, then rolled his eyes. “For Christ sake Mom…somebody in the neighbor hood will see you flashing Jay”.

Even though in the back of my mind I knew that this was probably going to be the official end of very short affair, I barely let Russell shut the car door when I dropped him off.

I raced back to Russell’s house…could not have been gone fifteen, maybe twenty minutes at the most.

Took multiple knocks before Rachel opened the door…she must have been just getting out of the shower as she was still wet…the robe sticking to specific points of contact.

“Jeez Jay…what did you do fly? I barely got out of the shower”. She said as she shushed me in.

“Let me get dressed…then we can talk,” She turned towards the stairs.

“That’s ok…you do not have to get dressed” I said half-heartedly with the biggest possible smile.

The smile was contagious as a smile came across her face, “Uhm…yes I do, this is a conversation to let you down…not up” her eyebrows rose along with her voice.

“Me or you?” I questioned jokingly as her now tout nipples projected from the thin fabric of her robe.

Her eyes followed mine to her chest…the smile still on her face, and then she closed her eyes and bit her lip.

I closed the two-step gap between us in one stride.

She raised her head and again the word no formed on her lips just before mine met hers.

Her hands opened against my chest, starting to push me back, but her effort was short lived. Instead they worked behind my head pulling me closer to her.

My hands were soon all over her as the robe slid to the floor, Rachel’s smooth, soft, still damp body yielded its treasures to my fingers.

Do not remember going from the bottom of the stairs to both of us naked on her bed, my cock embedded deep within her, our lust overwhelming us. Barely a couple of weeks apart had apparently built an insatiable desire.

First I was on top, then she rolled me over and took control, either way our rhythm never broke stride. I wanted to hold on forever…and from Rachel’s violence she was hanging on too.

Just as Rachel dug her nails into my chest, arched her back, and yelped loud…I exploded deep within her…filling her with a multitude of ever receding after shocks.

She collapsed on me, but I was not through. I needed her whole body so I rolled her over and explored her with my mouth, tits, her nipples that are so exquisite, then her flat stomach…and finally the promised land. 

Spent a good fifteen minutes showing my love for her cunt when I felt her pull my dick to her mouth. Another fifteen minutes, I was ready to cum again…but I wanted it elsewhere.

As if we were a practiced synchronized team, we were now in a normal missionary position, my cock at the entrance of her womanhood. Her cunt began to yield, and then pulled me in.

We fucked long and hard…neither of us willing to give up the moment. Cannot say how long…but longer than ever before. It was unsustainable though, and as her legs came up and locked across my back…my rhythm was starting to escalate.

From her rocking and writhing, she too was building to a climax …Rachel did not hold back…she screamed…her finger nails again digging into me, my cock exploding deep within her.

Then….”SON OF A BITCH!” a yell came from the open door behind me.

My head spun…Rachel’s stretched around my shoulder…there was Russell, his face bright red in anger, his fists clenched at his side.

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” He screamed as he slammed the door.

I scrambled to get my clothes on…Russell was stomping up and down the driveway when I caught up to him.

Anger seethed from his eyes…and before I could say anything, he nailed me with a hard right cross. Down I went.

Now, I know that if push came to shove, I could take Russell. But…my guilt, shame…whatever precluded me from doing anything but avoiding additional pummeling.

I jumped to my feet and avoided two wild swings from him and tried to say something to him.

Instead…he yelled, “Get the fuck off our families property…you are not welcome here anymore”.

I left just as he slammed the door on the house.

The thought hit me like a brick…I went from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows within minutes.

A few hours later at work, I got a text from Rachel. It said she had calmed Russell down and hoped he would keep his silence, but that I should not expect Russell to be my friend again…and that she and I just had our last hooray.

We were done.

The next week I stayed as clear away from Russell at school as possible and it appeared he did too. But Lori cornered me once and sarcastically made it known that I fucked up for sure and now I did not have to ever, worry about the benefit of her sloppy seconds. 

At the end of the week there was note stuck in my locker. Definitely came from Russell.

“How would you like it if I did your mom? Or better yet…if I told your mom that you did my mom?”

Holy shit…if he told my Mom…no fucking way. Mom threw Dad out about eight years ago because he apparently had an affair with a married friend of hers. Rachel and her were friends too…plus Rachel has known me since I was in diapers. Mom would throw me out in a heartbeat.
Thankfully Friday night came and went without any catastrophe, even my younger sister did not give any indication of my issues with Russell and she was a quasi friend of Lori’s at school.

Saturday morning started out great too. I had to work the morning shift so I was up early, but Mom got up earlier and made me breakfast.

Mom generally got up early on the weekend because she is an avid jogger, has even run quite a few marathons. And though I never tried to think about her in this way, she is pretty attractive…a relatively thin athletes body and as she stood with her back towards me…I had to chuckle as a memory popped into my head.

A couple of years ago, Russell and I had volunteered for a charity run, part of a larger marathon event. We joined in at about the halfway point where a fork in the road dovetailed into the main road.

Well, at the time both of us were sixteen and of course hormones were raging. Where we dovetailed in was with the female runners and the first thing we did was check out the spandex laden runners around and in front of us.

One, about fifty yards ahead of us, garnered both our attention. She had a very muscular shape and the firmest ass on top of two long slender legs. Her blond ponytail trailed in her wake.

Russell elbowed me and nodded in her direction, I nodded back and we both put it into overdrive.

Being cool, we maintained our straight-ahead concentration until we were dead even…with her between us.

At the same time Russell and I turned towards her….Holy Shit! It was my Mom.

She did not have a clue as to what we did, but internally I was embarrassed as hell.

And then annoyed as Russell dropped behind her and stared at her firm, tight ass.

So that is what I thought of with Mom standing at our kitchen counter.

Do not get me wrong, Mom is very pretty but she is more of a runner than a clotheshorse.

But at thirty-eight, now, not then, she has just the same physical physique as if she was college runner. Right down to her chest, it is obvious in the skintight spandex running suits her boobs are barely a handful.

For a fleeting moment I wondered what she would look like next to Rachel…oh well, had to get to work.

All day the thought of the note kept popping up in my brain, and then the image of my Mom. By the end of the shift, my mind had rationalized the possibility of Russell and my Mom. The more and more I thought about it, yeah…I guess my Mother is more than doable.

I scrolled through the chronology of time since Dad got kicked out. It took a couple years before Mom even went on a date, and since then, I could count on one hand the dates. Only one guy actually came around more than once…that was four years ago. He was my eighth grade science teacher…Gregg. They met at teacher-parent conference.

He was in his first year of teaching, at least new to our area. Thinking about it, he could not have been more than twenty-five at the time…and Mom would have been about thirty-four.

In after thought, all but one of the guys she dated was younger than her…all by more than a couple of years. Holy shit…my Mom is a cougar!

Ok…ok, it does make sense, she is so physically active, maybe guys her age cannot stay up with her…I meant athletically…then my dirty mind jumped to thought if her athletics related to her performance in bed. Damn…what the hell brought that thought on?

Driving home I had put all those thoughts to rest and concentrated on the music emanating from speakers. Then just as I was approaching the intersection connecting the main road to the county road taking me home…I saw Russell drive past.

He was coming from the direction of my home. The hair on the back of my neck rose…perspiration popped out of my forehead…could swear that I even smelled fear.

I drove extremely slow those last couple of miles and took my time going into the house, trying to gather my thoughts for what was surely going to be some kind of confrontation with my Mother. The best-case scenario would be that Russell nailed her…might lower my impression of her…maybe slightly, but knowing her, she would not allow any actions out of spite. If not, and she went her normal high road attitude…I might be sleeping in my car for the rest of my life.

Entering the house as quietly as possible, the first thing I noticed was the big bottle of wine sitting on the kitchen table. And then, my Mom’s hand reaching forward and setting down a half filled glass in front of her.

Mom slowly raised her head, her eyes boring through me as if I was a maggot. Obviously…she did not get laid. Worst-case scenario was upon me.

She gulped down the remaining wine in the glass and as she started to refill it, “Sit your ass down,” she demanded in a commanding tone, that and the fact my Mom rarely swore, I immediately plunked my butt down.

Mom has never had more than a small glass of wine as far back as I can remember, and even at that she would get a little tipsy, so her slugging down a tumbler full fortified the thought I was in major trouble.

From the remaining contents of the bottle, this was not her first glass.

She took another gulp…and it started, “Your buddy Russell stopped over…he…he…” that was the end of the introduction I guess, “What the FUCK were you thinking?”

“You…you…with one of my best friends…” and then after taking another slug of wine, “where have I gone wrong? You…you went to bed with Rachel? YOU HAD SEX WITH HER”, more of a scream than a question.

Not letting up, “Jay…she old enough to be your Mother! Sonofabitch…she is older than your Mother! She is your best friends mother for Christ sake!” She threw the empty tumbler, it whizzed past me clanking loudly against the wall.

Mom slammed her clenched fists on top of the table, “Damn it! I raised a fucking pervert! What kind of fucking mother am I?” She said more out of anger than self-evaluation.

“I have to figure out what to do…this is really, really fucked up”, Mom stood up and went to the cupboard pulling two tumblers out.

Mom was just wearing jogging shorts and a loose V-neck t-shirt…totally non-descript. But for some reason, maybe her attempting to control an out burst of rage through her anger, or maybe the effects of the wine…possibly both. She made no attempt at modesty.

When she reached up to get the tumblers, the lower globes of her firm ass cheeks were exposed by the leg openings pulling up when she stretched.

Cannot believe, I am getting verbally reamed due to me not using restraint acceptable to normal societal protocols…and here I am admiring the fine, firm, curves of my own Mother’s ass.

Mom turned around, hesitated a moment, then…”What the fuck is wrong with you…wipe that smirk off you face! Do you think this is a joke? What the fuck???” Mom’s words slurred a little.

Mom leaned over setting the glasses down, pushing one over to me. My eyes immediately focused on the opening of her V-neck. I stared at two firm, fine, half a grapefruit size mounds. Mom does have tits!

My brain quickly evaluated, picturing Lori leaning over…now my Mom…Mom’s were more filled, a little larger.

It took Mom a moment or so and then she followed my eyes.
“Shit! You…God damn it!” Mom exclaimed as she quickly sat down…her tits jiggling just so…and then her nipples poked the fabric of her t-shirt.

I was actually getting horny…wanted to find Rachel…maybe even Lori…good thing my sister was out with friends for the day…what the hell…where did that thought come from. Then the thought…if that was not my Mom sitting across from me…no, stop right there.

Mom reached to fill up her glass…then poured some in the other glass, the stretch almost exposing her right tit. She caught me looking and sat back with a look of disgust on her face.

“Take a drink” Mom commanded.

I hate wine…but did it anyway, the liquid actually burning as it flowed down my throat.

Mom again followed my eyes…they were focused on her now tout nipples.

“Jay!” she yelled getting my attention, “I am your Mother for God’s sake…these are your mother’s…not some whore on the street.”

“You…you’re…you are not…no, not possible,” she went from starting a question to answering it without me knowing what it is.

She sucked down half of her wine in her glass…for some reason I did too. It was now obvious that the wine was having an affect on her; she had a slight glaze on her eyes.

A minute or so passed, she had crossed her arms in front of her, blocking my view. Then she pushed her hands down and straightened up in the chair. Her firm tits pushed at the fabric. It was an unintended move on her part and due to the wine; it took a second or so for her to adjust. She gave her head a slight shake and I heard a “Jeez” emit quietly from her mouth.

Mom then stared straight into my eyes, the fog lifting, “Jay…I am trying to take this all in and account for all the causes…maybe it isn’t all my fault, but I know at your age your libido is almost uncontrollable…I should have had a better handle on it”.

Why is she even trying to somehow take responsibility…it was making no sense to me.

Instead my brain was working as to whether or not, if I was Russell, and had the opportunity…hell yeah, my mother was doable. Damn straight!

“Jay…JAY!” Mom now screamed, “Are you listening to me?”

“Ah…Uhm…yeah…I guess”, but really was not, the wine had me completely on a different tangent…sort of.
“What was I saying then?” Mom questioned.

“Something about if you would have done differently…and my uncontrollable libido…or hormones…something to that affect.” And then I added, “Mom…you are pretty hot too”.

“What the fu…I’m your mother…where the hell did that come from?” The shock seemed to force her to take another gulp of wine.

I did like wise.

“Uhm…I dunno…but you are”, I said after swallowing.

She took another slug, and then, “You are a fucking pervert…”

But she made no effort to cover up her pert tits pushing protruding sharp nipples, as her hands again were shoved down at her sides.

The expression on her face though gave no indication of me making any type of advance.

A moment or two of dead silence passed, then “do kids your age not have boundaries?”

It was a question delivered with a serious undertone…compelling me to answer.

“Maybe…mostly physical…but…” did not know how to finish, never thought of my Mom that way, and now did not want to close the door on the possibility.

Of course the affects of the wine had something to do with that too. And from what I could detect, a lot on my Mom’s current state also.

“But what…family? Age?” Mom questioned sharply.

“Uh…not necessarily.” Again, did not want to put myself into a box.

“Do I have to worry about you and your sister…me?” Mom’s tone faded slightly

What the hell, did not even think about my sister, but…she is not too bad looking for sixteen years old…pretty much a mirror image of Mom.

My lack of a quick comeback initiated a, “You pig!” from Mom.

“Ah…uhm…no…it wasn’t that, I…” trying to find the correct context.

“What do you mean…we are safe? Too young, too old…because we are family? Too ugly…too short, too tall? What are you trying to say?” Mom was definitely letting the alcohol talk. 

But this also had an affect my response.

“Well yeah Mom…I’m safe…don’t think there is anything wrong with me…no you are not too young…err, I mean not too old…definitely not ugly,” and then I blurted out without thinking, “I would do you in a heartbeat”.

“Do what?” her head tilted at a funny angle.

“Uhm…I dunno…have sex with you?” my weak attempt at a probe with a hint of naiveté.

“Jay…Jay…do you have any idea what you are saying? Are you drunk?” It appeared to hit her that I might be a little intoxicated…some how this was humorous to her.

“Uh…maybe a little…but…I would” my answer was tinged by the smile now spreading across my face.

She laughed, and at the same time shook her torso allowing her tits to swing back and forth under her t-shirt, drawing my attention to them again. “Jeez…Jay, you’re a pig”.

Mom stood up, a bit uneasy, and then refilled her glass. As she set down her glass, she slipped slightly almost loosing her balance. I quickly jumped up and reached out.

I thought that I was going to grab her upper arm…but Mom corrected herself by swinging her upper body to her left. My open hand was now a whisker thickness from her left tit. 

She froze…I froze…I could almost feel the fuzz of the fabric…my hand not more than maybe a thousandth of an inch from touching her tit.

Mom looked down…”Jay…you pig. Don’t you even think about it”.

I took that as a dare.

My hand clasped on her left tit. It was actually bigger than I thought…her tit was bigger than my hand.

“You SonOFABITCH”, came out of her mouth…but she did not pull away.

Even though her eyes were slightly glazed from the wine, they burned into mine with a well-known intensity I have seen over the years when I over stepped my bounds.

Yet she still did not pull way, instead she reached to the table with her other hand and picked up the glass of wine. While she did that, her weight pushed slightly against my hand…could not help myself…I gave her tit a squeeze.

She downed the entire glass, my hand still coupled to her tit, and then she straightened towards me…looked down at her hand-encapsulated tit, “are you enjoying yourself?” The slurred question was a mix of sarcasm and alcohol.

Before she had time to even get another breath, my left hand grabbed her right tit.

Mom’s hands went straight for my wrists, clamping them tightly, she made a slight movement, a slight pressure to push them away. The pushing was so slight and lasted less than a heartbeat. Both of my hands took advantage and I felt the fullness of each breast in a couple of quick squeezes.

She still had a stern expression on her face as she looked at me with an air of defiance, but her hands were no longer pushing, but pulling.

Do not know what prompted me at that instant…but I leaned towards her, my lips touching hers. Her head jerked back slightly, then came back forward. I lightly pecked with my lips, hers responded. Both of us then yielded our mouths…our tongues moving around each ours.

Completely lost on me was the fact this was my Mother…I hope she also lost the familial connection.

My hands somehow found their way under her t-shirt; the flesh was hot to the touch. Did not even feel myself slide around the barrier presented by the corner of the table, we were now standing toe to toe, one of my hands still on one tit, the other pulling her closer by cupping one cheek of her ass.

My Mother’s hand had found my rigid pole, she slid up and down through the fabric of my shorts, squeezing, as if she was testing its hardness. She went up and down a couple of times and then slid her hand up the bottom of my shorts…she now had my naked cock in her palm.

There was no going back, I was not to be denied. With barely breaking our embrace, my hands slid her t-shirt over her head…her tits now completely unencumbered. 

She pulled my shorts down and I stepped out of them at the same time my shirt was thrown across the room.

Mom stepped back…made one wiggle as she pushed her jogging shorts past her hips and then effortlessly kicked them to the side.

Her entire body naked…nothing to inhibit my vision, she is absolutely beautiful. Firm half a grapefruit size tits, flat hard stomach, slightly protruding hipbones, and…a completely shaved pussy…not one hair…I almost felt dirty with my short pubis. 

Mom was returning the visual assessment, and even through alcohol glazed eyes, I noticed the sinister smile as her eyes settled on my hard cock.

“I dare you…”, came playfully out of my mouth.

“Yeah…right…like I need a dare,” Mom slightly slurred as she made the step between us disappear, grabbing my cock firmly while she turned and pulled me towards my bedroom.

The total debauched thought of me doing my Mother heightened my anticipation as I was almost pushing her. It was obvious that she was drunker than I had remembered her being and wanted to make sure I accomplished my now goal before her inhibitions were restored.

Mother In Laws Dream Comes True BY FITWITHBIGCOCK

Introduction:

naturist vacation prize turns out to be better than expected.The local paper prize – a naturist holiday for 2, but no one to go with her and so she invites me, her son in law to be.
To set the scene a little first. My name is Chris, I was a 24 year old man at the time who had been with my girlfriend (Leila) for almost 5 years. We had a good relationship and were on the verge of engagement to be married (although I hadn’t asked her at this point). In previous relationships I had always got on well with my gf’s parents, I was well spoken with a good job and so the dad’s were always happy, also I had a look that for some reason older women found very handsome. Not sure whether it was my big brown eyes , square jaw, designer stubble, short but thick and soft hair or full lips or the fact that I was very tall that did it for them or whether they were more honest about what they felt. To be honest it could have been that they were less fussy too!
I had had a few flings with older women before I was with Leila, the whole milf/cougar thing really did it for me back then. Their confidence and lack of inhibition was very refreshing compared to the 16-18 year olds of my day. It was a great learning experience for me with them and they certainly enjoyed it too!
Back to my relationship at the time, Leila and I had slightly different attitudes to sex and nudity. I, due to my experience before her, was quite confident about my body and my sexual ability too. I would often walk around the house naked as I felt comfortable with it all hanging out, it felt like I was free. Now I don’t have anything to be shy about, if you know what I mean, my cock when hard is almost 10” long and very very thick, so much so I can barely fit my hand around it, and being 6’4 I have big hands. The other thing about my cock is that its what I believe they call ‘a show-er’ rather than ‘a grower’. This basically means that my cock doesn’t go that small, it is effectively 75% of its erect length and width when soft. So as you can imagine it hangs soft actually a bit bigger than the average erect penis. I loved the feeling of it swinging around as I wandered around the house. 
Leila, however, was a bit of a prude sexually, she was very attractive with a good body but didnt have that inner confidence. She would prefer sex on her back so she didnt have to worry about her bits wobbling and was very rarely naked as she felt exposed and uncomfortable. Don’t get me wrong, she loved my experience and my size when she was in the mood, but she was a more a once a week girl and a little vanilla as opposed to my previous encounters with more adventurous milfs. Because of my penchant for nudity, I had always joked about taking her on a nudist break to try and get her over her insecurities, hoping that it would unleash the inner dirty girl inside her. However, she was still not convinced, thinking I was weird wanting to wander round naked with complete strangers.
Her parents had a bit of an age gap, her mum (Mrs P) was just about to turn 50 but her dad (Paul) was almost 65. I wouldn’t say her mum was a typical milf with long blode hair and a tan etc but she wasn’t bad for 49. A similar height to Leila, Mrs P was about a size 12-14 in UK sizes (I think thats 8-10 in the US). She had shoulder length brown hair, ample boobs and a fairly shapely butt. She also had a very cute grin and eyes. Paul was balding with a beer belly. They had got married very young but still were in love and it didnt take much to see that. However, Mrs P and I seemed to get on very well, she would joke and flirt about stealing me from Leila, in that way that only middle aged women can get away with without being taken seriously. But she would always give me a peck on the lips rather than the cheek when we greeted each other which was something I hadn’t done with previous in laws and in private conversations with Leila she would always tell Leila how lucky she was to find a ‘spunk’ of a guy, was the way she put it . Leila and her mum had a very close relationship and discussed everything on a daily basis, I can remember over hearing them one time talking about sex and penises and Leila was saying how blessed I was and that it hurt some of the time. Now, they didnt go into any gory detail, despite Mrs P’s best endeavours, as all I could hear from Leila was “Mum!, don’t be so rude, I’m not telling you that, I’ve told you he’s bigger than average and my biggest, you don’t need to know anymore than that!”. The conversation went on for a while but no real detail was discussed, in the end Leila finished with “Mum! TMI, I don’t want to know about dads small thingy, it worked didnt it I’m here” she laughed.
I didnt think about the conversations or the situation much to be honest, it was not really different to what I had encountered before. Then one evening Mrs P came round for dinner as Paul was working late, usually it was the other way round and she cooked for us but we helped out when we could. Anyway, we had finished dinner and we had had a few glasses of wine, I picked the plates from the table and said “I’ll wash up, you two go and catch up in the front room. Oh, and you can finish this wine while youre at it” I instructed as I topped up their glasses.
They trotted off to the front room, which wasn’t too far from the kitchen so I could still hear the gossip while I washed up. I listened in on their discussions about the soaps and the next door neighbours and I was not paying attention as it was that boring when Leila shouted “oooh! Well done mum, what did you win?”
“you won’t believe me if I tell you darling” her mum replied
“Go on mum, I’m intrigued” she pleaded
“OK, OK” Mrs P caved in “I have won a week’s holiday in a luxury resort on a tropical island” she grinned.
“Wow mum, thats great, that must be worth a fortune! Bet dads well pleased” she replied
“well, there is one catch” a more sombre voice replied “and your dad isn’t willing to agree, so I’m not sure we can go”
“Is it a time share thing or hard sell or something Mum? Why isn’t dad willing to go?” Leila enquired
“well, you see” her mum started to spit it out “the resort… well.. its errr a naturist resort” she finally admitted
“ah, I see” Leila replied “why doesn’t he want to go?” she asked
“He doesn’t see the attraction darling, he doesn’t like being exposed, I’ve tried talking him around but he wont even do it for a free holiday” she moaned
“calm down mum, I can see his point, I’m like that too, not too sure I’d be the first on the plane either” Leila stood up for her dad.
“I know babe, but its something I’ve always wanted to do, I want to see what it feels like to wander around free, and I’m not getting any younger, I don’t think I would want to go in a few more years as I don’t think I’ve got much more time before everything starts to droop” she joked
“Mum! Thats gross” Leila protested “well, cant any of your friends go? You must have seen them all naked before in the changing rooms at the pool so no issue there?” Leila seemed proud of her suggestion
“I’ve thought of that darling” she said “but its not that easy to take a weeks break at such late notice, plus they only have so much holiday that they can use to go away with their husbands” she started to get frustrated as if she had been through all the options before.
At this point Leila could see the disappointment in her mum’s eyes, she had mentioned this years ago about being something she wanted to do and here was her chance but didnt want to go alone. 
“well, there is one more option” Leila started to suggest. Her mum’s eyes started to brighten “yes darling, what? Who?” she was almost begging at this point.
Leila looked her mum in the eyes “Chris” she said bluntly. I stopped the washing up and started to listen more closely
“b..bb..but he’s your boyfriend Leila” her mum replied
“I know mum” Leila quickly answered “but hear me out. You really want to go, Chris has always said he wouldn’t mind trying one of these places and I really don’t want to go. So I’d rather he went with someone I could trust and so you both can enjoy it and then thats it then. Plus he’s got some holiday to use up and I haven’t so he would have only been sat around the house for a week” she continued to put the case. 
I must admit the thought of my own gf sending me off on a naked week with someone else was weird, especially her mum, but weird in a way that was starting to make my cock twitch. I could feel it starting to grow when I heard “Chris!, come in here, we’ve got a proposition for you” Leila shouted.
I tucked my cock straight upwards in my jeans so my big jumper would cover any growing bulge and entered the room. “Yes Darling” I asked “what is it?”
“well” she said “mum has won a competition in the local paper” she smiled
I looked at her mum pretending not to know the rest of the story “thats great” I said “what did you win?”
“well thats the problem babe” Leila said with a sigh “she’s won a week away at a luxury nudist resort”
I looked at Mrs Pand laughed “a week at a nudist resort, what kind of competition did you enter?” 
She blushed and looked away “I missed the bit about it being a naturist complex when I was listening” she explained “I feel really silly now” she said
“don’t be daft mum” Leila said forcefully “you want to go, you can be honest about it, we’re all grown ups here. And Chris…” she looked at me “I’ve said youve wanted to go to and wondered if you would go?” she gave me her puppy dog eyes.
“oh.. er…” I pretended to be taken by surprise “but.. when is it?” I asked “and do they mean completely nudist or just topless?” 
“its on Monday babe, thats why you are the best choice” Leila replied “and of course full naturist, otherwise its a normal place, youre not going all shy on us now are you, youve been going on about this for years and swanning around the house naked” she laughed
“ok” I said smiling at mrs P “I’ll help you out, plus I’ve always wanted an allover tan” I joked
She looked really embarrassed but uttered “thanks chris, I mean it thanks a lot” she finished her wine and got up to leave kissing her daughter and then me on the lips as usual. “bye both of you”
“guess I’ll see you on Monday then. Shall I call you Sunday to arrange getting to and from the airport?” I asked
“sure honey, I’ll be in all day, although I may need to spend the whole of the remaining few days in the gym before taking my clothes off next week” she sighed
“I wouldn’t worry about it Mrs P” I assured her “you’ll be fine, you look great”
She smiled and left, the door closing behind her. I turned to look at Leila, “are you sure about this babe? Are you sure you don’t mind?” I questioned
“of course not darling. You have wanted to do this for a while. But you do owe me” she winked
I knew what this meant, I grabbed her hips, flung her back onto the sofa, ripped down her jeans and started eating her tasty wet pussy. She was moaning already, her juices flowing. “youre wet today babe” I commented “you taste great”
“I know darling, just talking about it then I was imagining you and your giant cock just swinging around a posh hotel, swimming with it bobbing around and everybody looking at you, knowing youre mine” she explained becoming more and more out of breath as I continued to lick her clit.
“do you want my giant cock to swing around for you now babe?” I asked while smiling at her
“No” she said bluntly “I want it inside me now. I’m going to come soon and you’ll have to be quick as you know you hurt me if youre still banging away after I’ve cum” she moaned
I did as I was told, dropped my jeans and boxers to the floor, my big thick cock sprang free and bounced in front of me. I grabbed it with one hand and steered it towards my gf’s gaping wet pussy. Then I slid it straight in as Leila let out a huge moan.
“oooohhh, thats it baby” she groaned. “nice and slow”
I moved balls deep into her, feeling her stretch around my cock, it felt so good, slowly grinding into her. Within seconds I could feel her contract around my cock even more and let out an almighty scream “ooouurrgghh, thats it baby I’m cummmiiinngg” 
I felt the pussy juices start to drip down my cock and over my balls, she was cumming heavily for her, but knew I didnt have long. I had developed techniques over the years of being able to last for a really long time or almost coming on demand, I knew I had to come now otherwise I would start to chaff against Leilas pussy. Her juices seemed to dry quickly meaning she would be sore if we went on long after she had come.
I leant forward, kissed her, grabbed her round ass and plunged one last time into her wet hot pussy. I let out a groan of approval as I spurted my load deep inside her. It was the quickest sex we had had for some time but both came pretty well and so we cleared up downstairs and headed off to bed.
Nothing was much was spoken about the trip over the next few days as we were both busy with work etc. Then I woke on Sunday morning to the realisation that tomorrow I was flying off to a nudist resort for a week. I mean what do you pack? i started to get even more confused and asked Leila. She was little help as she had no idea. There was only one thing for it I had to call Mrs P.
The phone rang for a while and Paul answered, “shit” I thought, I hadn’t spoken to him since, I wonder what he was going to say, he probably hated me for going away with his wife and leaving his daughter. I went very nervous. “h..hi ..p pp paul. Ho.. how are you? I was just l.. looking for Mrs P?” I eventually got the sentence out.
“Mrs P, hey? I bet you are young man” he said in a very overpowering tone. “shit” I thought again, he does hate me, how am I going to look him in the eye again. I was about to make an attempt at a grovelly response when he spoke again
“only joking lad” he laughed “ I owe you a huge favour, I couldn’t bear a week over there with no clothes” he went on, “I am relying on you to look after my wife young Chris, now don’t take that lightly” he said forcefully “I’ll just grab Jules for you”
Phew, I thought, he likes me for doing this, result! No awkward situations when we return. A few seconds passed and then Jules appeared on the phone.
“oh, hi chris, you ok? Youre not having second thoughts and backing out are you?” she said worriedly.
“God no Mrs P, I was just ringing to see if you’d had any information about the resort, I have no idea what to pack at all to be honest. I know we’re not supposed to wear much but do we need to take anything other than stuff to travel in?” I enquired
“good question young man, let me go and double check” she answered and pottered off to get the papers. A bit of rustling later she came back onto the phone “it says here” she started “that guests of the resort should be unclothed at all times unless eating in the dining room. Guests are welcome to have their food delivered to their room and stay unclothed if they wish but if eating in the main restaurant then they must dress appropriately for etiquette and hygiene reasons. At all other times guests are free to roam without clothes and must do so when roaming around the complex, by or in the pool, on the hotel section of the beach, in the spa or gym or snack bars. It is requested that guests try to remain as nature intended when in their rooms also, even though private, a lot of the balconies over look the pool and the beach and so we request normal rules to apply” she finished. “so thats all fairly clear isn’t it chris?”
“I think so Mrs P” I replied “just my travelling clothes and then some smart clothes for the restaurant if we choose to eat there”
“you got it” she said, “all sounds a bit scary, are you getting nervous?” she asked
“not really. And youve got nothing to worry about, you’ll be fine, I’ll look after you” I assured her “it’ll be fun and a great new experience”
“youre right young man” she said gratefully “such a wise head on young shoulders” she complimented “so can you pick me up on the way to the airport please? save us taking 2 cars” she asked.
“sure mrs P I will be there by 9am” I answered
“just one more thing Chris” she added “please call me Jules, we’ll look pretty silly if youre calling me mrs P while we’re sat by the pool naked wont we?” she laughed
“ok, Sure thing Mrs.. I mean Jules” I corrected myself.

Here it was, Monday morning had arrived, I sent Leila off to work with a kiss.
“have a great time darling” she said “and not too much ogling! I know what youre like, just remember what youve got waiting at home!” she finished as she left
“ok hon, have a good week at work, I’ll try to call you when I get a chance”
I finally finished packing my stuff, some more jeans and a few tops for the way home and the restaurant plus a suit just in case the restaurant was really posh. Plenty of sun tan cream and my normal toiletries. It felt weird going away for a week with just half a holdall full, It felt quite liberating, not weighed down by all the luggage. Maybe this is the start of the free feeling I thought as I started the car and drove over to collect Mrs P.
“morning chris, you all set?” she asked 
“sure thing mrs P” I replied as she looked at me a bit funny “I mean Jules. A bit strange tho packing so little” I added. 
“packing so little? You setting expectations are we young man?” she joked with a wink
“very funny Jules” I smiled back, “I meant my case”
“I know” she said “liberating isn’t it?” she commented “but very nerve racking all the same, I didnt sleep much last night”
“what are you worried about?” I asked as I started the car and we made our way to the airport “its the same for everyone, everyone will be naked and I’m sure they’ll be more your age than mine Jules, they’ll probably think I’m some weirdo or pervert or something” I said a little concerned
“don’t be stupid Chris, with a strapping young man like you around the place I’m sure all the ladies will be too busy drooling to worry about anything else, I’m sure u will get more than a few long looks throughout the week”
“ok” I said “I wont worry if you don’t! Deal?” I said forcefully
“deal” she smiled and just gently tapped me on the thigh “you sure know how to put a woman at ease young man, very mature for your age, just cant wait to get there now” she said eagerly.
The next few hours seemed to fly by, we both watched a couple of movies on the plane and so we were there in no time. As soon as we got the luggage we started heading towards a rep with our resort name on it, you could tell as people started to congregate around the rep they were eyeing each other up and down trying to work out they were all doing here going to a nudist resort. I was right though, I was the only person under 40 in this group. “I hope there are some younger tight bodies around the place for me to ogle” I thought to myself with a smile.
We all soon got on the coach and made our way to the resort, the rep put everyone at ease straight away and explained the process.
“well ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our luxurious resort. First of all, you are all on holiday so please relax. You will all be checked into the hotel and then shown to your rooms, at this point you will be required to remove your clothing and then you will be free to roam the resort as you wish. There are a few games on in the pool today if you wish to play as well as the normal activities on the beach. Our restaurant is reserved for you all only tonight so you can settle in nicely. Please be reminded that you need to dress properly for the restaurant and dance afterwards, no jeans please” he finished 
Jules looked worryingly at me as I don’t think she had seen me in anything other than jeans before, “It’s ok , I’ve brought my suit” I said
“Ok, great” she said, “sounds fun a nice dance on the first evening” she smiled
We got to the reception, the lady behind the counter was already naked, I didnt know where to look, this was my first time being served by someone without clothes. Not being able to look actually helped as she said “Mr and Mrs Plant? Is that right?” 
I looked at Jules, she hadn’t corrected the booking “Yes, thats correct” she said instantly
“jolly good” the lady replied “here’s your room and its just along the corridor”
We picked up our small bags and headed to the room grasping with us all the documentation about the hotel. We opened the door to the room and walked in.
“wow, look at this” gleamed Jules “its gorgeous, huge bathroom, lovely soft bed and look at that view out onto the beach” she added “I’m in heaven”
“ah! The bed is a double bed, are we not supposed to have twin beds Mrs P? I mean jules” I asked.
“I hoped so” she said “but I guess I won it as a couple didnt I” she explained with a frown.
“its ok Jules, I’ll just take the sofa, it doesn’t look too bad, I’ll be fine” I said like a gentleman
“ok honey, thats very kind of you” she said “but let me know if its not comfortable and we’ll do a swap”
We both looked at each other and then looked outside at the people wandering along the beach naked, “well I guess its time to get rid of the clothes” I said 
“I guess so” she replied “but I’m both excited and really nervous at the same time” 
“I’ve told you theres nothing to worry about, now after 3 we both start stripping then?” I said hoping for a nodded response but she stood there still shaking a little. “look jules, we can get changed in separate rooms if you like but we are going to see each other soon enough aren’t we?” 
She nodded
“do you want me to go first and get the embarrassment out of the way?” I asked looking into her worried eyes
She smiled back “thanks chris, would you? sorry darling” she apologised.
I stood up and slipped off my t-shirt, I must admit, not blowing my own trumpet, I was in ok shape, not a completely defined six pack but it wasn’t far off a washboard stomach and clearly visible pecs.
“very nice torso young man, you will be catching the ladies eyes looking like that” she swooned
“thanks jules. That was the easy bit” I joked as I started to undo my shoes and take off my socks.
“don’t be coy young man, from what I’ve heard you don’t have too much to worry about” she smiled. 
I looked at her as I dropped my jeans to the floor just leaving me in my boxer shorts “what do you mean by that?” I asked
“well” she replied “ a little bird tells me youre a little bigger than average ..you know..down there” she winked “and most of the guys here have probably shrivelled up” she laughed “so you may be even more ok” she was chuckling to herself
I looked down at my boxers, pulled at the strap a little to have a quick glimpse to make sure it hadn’t shrivelled up and died in its moment of public exposure. To my pleasant surprise, due to the hot temperatures it was hanging very nicely, even bigger than usual, heavy and flaccid at around 8” in length and around 7” in girth. “right then” I said “here goes nothing” I leant down and whipped off my boxer shorts and stood to face my future mother in law.
“holy mother of god” Jules shouted as she stood open jawed “look at the size of that thing, are you seriously telling me thats not hard at that size?” she looked in great shock
“no mrs p, its soft…. look” I grabbed my hand and squeezed my heavy squishy cock around. 
“Leila only said it was bigger than average, nothing about it being bloody huge and absolutely gorgeous” she drooled “it must be bloody 9” when its soft and look how thick it is” she went on
“ok jules” thanks for the compliments but we really ought to get out there and see what this place has to offer” I tried to change the subject
It was no use she was transfixed “to be honest Chris, as soon as you walk out of this room, what the hotel has to offer is going to be the last thing on the ladies minds” “can I just feel how soft it is like that?” she begged.
“I’m not sure thats a good idea Jules, is it?” I tried to dodge it
“don’t worry honey, its not sexual I just want to feel the size of it then I’ll get stripped off and we can head off”
“ you promise, just once and then you’ll take your clothes off so we can get out in the sun?” I confirmed
“of course chris” she smiled
I reluctantly agreed. She wasn’t wasting time, one hand came out to grab my cock, not quite fitting round it and then just squeezing gently. “mmm, jesus” she exclaimed as she reached her second hand towards it. “wow, 2 full hands on it and its still soft, your cock is really something special” “youre nice and trimmed too, it looks and feels great”
I prised her hands from my limp cock, “come on now Jules, youve had your touch, now lets get ready”.
She begrudgingly agreed but at least it had taken her mind off her job in hand, she started to undress. Her top came off to reveal her white bra holding her nice big boobs in place, they must have been a good e cup as she sometimes wore low cut tops and you couldn’t help but notice. She then removed her bra and her 2 large globes fell from the wire cups, for their size and seeing she was nearly 50, they were surprisingly pert, nipples still facing forwards and a nice round shape to them as they hung there.
“very nice” I complimented, hoping to give her some encouragement “and you thought I was well endowed”
She blushed, thanked me and moved onto her jeans, sliding them down to reveal a pair of fairly sexy mid cut white knickers. Her ass was a little on the large side but certainly had a nice shape to it, a bit like those bubble butts from the porn films. She turned her ass away from me, “youre thinking I have a huge fat ass aren’t you chris” she said almost in tears
“god no jules. Turn round so I can have a proper look” she duly obliged as she faced her ass towards me, “now take off those knickers so I can see it nice and clear” she looked round at me nervously and then slowly slid her knickers over her two round cheeks, I was struggling not to get hard just watching it. “wow” I said “thats not huge, its gorgeous, having a curvy backside is the ideal shape Jules. We don’t like these stick insects you know, something to grab hold of or give a little spank is what men want. You’ll certainly get some attention with your curves I can tell you” I winked. 
The compliments seemed to settle her down and she relaxed a little, she turned round to reveal a full on bush from back in the day. 
“going for the natural look down there are we Jules?” I joked.
“what? You think it looks silly?” she questioned nervously
“nah, its just different to see, never seen one like that don’t think apart from in the old movies” 
“oow!” she scowled “I’m so out of touch with it all” she looked really upset
“Dont be silly sexy, if you still don’t like it after youve seen other peoples then we can have a look at sorting it out for you.” I assured her
“really? You would help me with that she asked?”
“of course, I’m a dab hand with my trimmer and razor” I smiled. “now we need to get some sun tan cream on so we don’t get burnt” I mentioned
“Ok” jules agreed “ but lets do it by the pool so we can get out in the air, I think I’m ready for this now!”
We grabbed suntan cream and headed for the door, as she bent down to pick up the towels her ass was just protruding like a peach, I tried to resist the urge but I couldn’t, it was so tempting. “smack” I spanked her right on her fleshy sexy cheek.
“ow young man, that hurt” she turned back as the frown turned to a smile
“I know but you enjoyed it didnt you” I winked
She smiled pinched my bum back and we left the room.
We walked through the lobby, both a little nervous but smiling at each other to try and make the other feel at ease. The pool was fairly quiet as it was late in the day, there were a few couples laying on the sun loungers, displaying their wares to us as we walked past. I had a quick look round and Jules was right, most of the men there were a little shrivelled and most of them were quite small, my swinging baton of flaccid flesh was certainly catching the eye of the women dotted around the pool. 
“I told you” Jules said knowingly “they cant take their eyes off it. Give them a wiggle” she joked
I could see one lady in particular eyeing up my body and my now centre of attention cock. She was blonde, looked like she had had some serious plastic work done with big lips and fake tits but still looked pretty hot. She noticed I was watching and started to smear oil on her chest and then turned over and pushed her tight little ass just slightly into the air, I felt my cock twitch and thought I better get on my sun lounger quick.
I was just about to lie down when Jules asked me to do her back for her “please be a darling and do my back, I haven’t done the backs of my legs yet either” she informed me
“ok” I said “I’ll do it quickly”
I started to work on her calves and up her thighs, her legs were pretty toned for someone of her age, gently massaging the cream into her soft skin. I was just about to start on her back and said “don’t forget you need your bum doing Jules, have you done it yet?” I asked
“sorry honey, I forgot, could you do that too please, I don’t want that getting burnt do i?”
“ok babe” I replied as I started to rub cream into her large bubble butt cheeks, it started to feel too good, I could sense I didnt have long until I had a full on hard on. “excuse me jules but I need to make sure I don’t miss a bit” I started to rub the cream deep into her crack and covering her tight little asshole, I heard a little whimper from Jules lips as I did so, I also just rubbed my hand down between the legs to make sure nothing got burnt, as I did so I felt my fingers brush her pussy lips and felt a shudder from her. It was then I realised it was too late my cock was swelling and in less than a few seconds I would have a 10” thick pole standing to attention, I looked at my lounger and then dived face first on to it to hide my dignity.
Phew I thought until I heard “but what about my back young man?” jules asked. 
“sorry, I cant right now” I looked at her with a slightly concerned face.
“why ever not, you were almost done, and doing a mighty fine job of it if I may say so” she winked “that was a very nice experience”
“I know” I looked apologetically, “there in lies the problem”
“what do you mean chris? Spit it out”
“shall we just say something popped up” I replied and then directing my eyes towards my groin.
“ooohh” she said as she cottoned on “someone get a little bit excited did they rubbing lotion into their mother in laws big bum?” she knew she had me right where she wanted me. “well I suggest you lift up slightly and let this woman that made you that way see what she’s done” she smiled. I could see as she leaned forward her nipples were standing fully to attention the anticipation of seeing my cock was certainly having an effect on her.
“bbut jules, you don’t need to see my boner, what goods that going to do?” I asked
“well I can see how big that bloody thing gets, and put it this way if you don’t, I’ll tell all of them around this pool and then theyll all be interested” she smiled cunningly
I didnt have a choice, I looked her, “ok, just a quick look, you win”. I lifted my hip slightly so she could see under my stomach. Thats where my engorged throbbing cock lay trapped beneath me. 
“bloody hell chris” she almost shouted as her eyes fixed onto my cock “no wonder Leila says shes sore every now and again, its fucking huge. Right I believe you need your back doing now don’t you”
“she came over to my lounger” I was helpless to do anything, she straddled my legs and started massing cream into my butt and my back. “arms to the side please” she said. I stupidly obeyed, at this point she reached under my stomach and grabbed my hard cock.
I almost felt a tremor through my legs where she was straddling, I wondered what she was going to do, was she going to try and wank me off by the pool? But she made a couple of sweeping movements up and down my long cock and then removed her hand. “sorry about that honey, I just needed to feel it. I’ve not felt something that rock hard in years it was like pole of granite, wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that if you get going” she joked as she gently spanked my ass “and I certainly have never felt anything that long or thick, its enormous, not sure how little Leila fits it all in” she joked
“she doesn’t most of the time” I said, “shes too tight and too small, ones of the problems we have I always have to be very slow and gentle”, when sometimes as you sure understand just need to go for it.”
“I understand young man, but youre not on the receiving end of that thing” she winked “not sure she’d be able to walk for a week if you went to town with it. One of the downsides of being hung like a horse” she laughed “but don’t get comfortable, I still need my back doing, the sun is very hot”
“youve seen what state I’m in Jules, I cant. Couldnt you ask one of the others to do it for you, you know, break the ice?” I suggested hopefully
“you don’t think they’ll ask why youre laying there doing nothing?” she commented “plus, I could still call them and tell them about your predicament” she taunted “just get on with it, if you stay facing me, they wont be able to see”
I had a look round and reluctantly agreed, I crouched awkwardly on my lounger, hiding my still inflated solid cock away from the rest of the pool. I then carefully crept over to Jules’s sun lounger and carefully straddled her legs, my hard cock resting on the back of her thighs. I had to be very careful as I couldn’t get too far up her legs otherwise my cock could have started to nestle in between her cheeks, although looking at it from my angle, banging her crack would have been very tempting.
“get on with it big boy” she shouted “I’m burning here”
I started to massage the cream up and down her back, sometimes making my way back down to cop another feel of her big butt. Also ensuring that I hadn’t missed any of her sides my hands wandered up and down her body, at that moment she rose slightly to adjust her head, I carried on with my hands until I suddenly felt a handful of Jules’s huge fleshy tit. I froze “sorry jules, didnt mean to do that, honest” I apologised.
“don’t worry young man, doesn’t bother me, plus I had a grope of you” she smiled back. 
At that point I was just finishing applying the cream when I heard voices from the path next to the pool “shit, someones coming” I said looking a little concerned “they’re going to see me in this state” I didnt have time to get back to my lounger so I did the first thing that came into my mind, I grabbed jules thighs with my hands, separated them slightly, leant forward and then let her thighs drop concealing my cock under her naked legs.
“good plan young man, very ingenious” she laughed
“thanks” I said relieved but realised I needed to lean forward to pretend to put more cream on her back otherwise it would have looked very odd. As I did this I slid up her greased up legs slightly, to a point when I froze again, I could feel the tip of my cock resting against something very hot and with a few hairs tickling it. Jules looked round in surprise. “nearly , you just be careful where you stick that thing“ she said
“sorry jules, wasn’t meant to happen” I said waiting for the people to pass
“its been a long time since I played hide the sausage young man” she thought this was very funny, and lifted up her shoulders to turn round and smile “if you really needed to hide it then” she said “you weren’t far from a little cave” she winked “though saying that, I’m not sure I could have kept quiet if you would suddenly rammed that in me” she went on, her hips now almost gradually drifting backwards as if trying to move back towards my cock. I could feel my huge head of my cock start to feel real contact and some applied pressure, I could sense something opening at the tip as I could feel something start to stretch around the tip. Holy shit I thought, I’m nearly in her pussy, the warmth and wetness that was burning at the head of my cock was almost unbearable and to the point I was struggling to not just plunge straight and deep into her. I was fighting with my conscience when a voice came from the bar “happy hour, pre dinner drinks at the pool bar”
It hit me back to reality and I pulled back and lept onto my lounger, “that was close” I said “I nearly accidently ended up in your furry bush” I joked, trying not to make a huge issue of the situation
“I know” she said “ I was worried about what you were about to do” trying to be all innocent.
We let my issue subside and then realised we only had an hour til dinner. “shall we go get a drink and take it back to the room and get ready there?” she asked “if we have to be smart it may take me a while”
“ok, what do you want to drink and I’ll just bring them back, you can start in the shower if you like” I offered
“thats very thoughtful, thanks sweetie, I’ll have a mojito please” she replied as she wandered off to the room
I only offered as I could see I would have to walk past the blonde milf I thought to myself. So off I went, I was walking towards her lounger, she had her shades on so I couldn’t see whether she was looking or not, but then she started to rub more cream over her sexy little ass, just lightly spanking it to finish, I think she must have saw my cock twitch at the sight as she smiled to herself as I walked past. As I walked past it was almost as if she was parting her cheeks for me to see her pussy between her legs and the tight entrance to her ass. I had to stop looking as I would have been back in bonerville before I would have got to the bar. 
I gathered the drinks and wandered back to the room, this time trying to avoid the route by milfy as I didnt want to spill the drinks and look silly. I got back to the room and Jules was washing herself in the shower, I sat on the sofa and enjoyed a nice cold beer.
“I’m out” she said “ as she wandered in still drying herself “showers free”. She took a sip of her drink “oooh, thats nice, thanks hon”
I got up to go to the shower, turned on the water and lept in, it was one of those monsoon showers and so it was like standing under a waterfall. The sensation of water rushing all over my body started to drift me off into a dream world, thinking of the feeling I had this afternoon as being millimetres away from having my cock inside my gf’s mum and the sight of that milf with her ass open and ready for me. I had started to massage my cock with the soapy water, it grew and was soon as hard as rock again, I was stood, in a world of my own, under the drenching shower, knees bent, stroking my long cock.
“ahhemm” I heard a voice, I awoke from my trance like state “having fun are we?” said Jules “2 of us have to use this bathroom you know” she added 
“shit” I thought “sorry, Jules” I stammered “I usually lock the door when I’m in the shower” I tried to justify my actions as I exited the shower and covered my hard cock in a towel.
“its ok honey” she assured me “ I know what you young men are like, and I must admit, if I was built like that I wouldn’t stop playing with it” she joked “and if you need a hand by the way” she winked suggestively.
“thanks mrs p, I mean jules, but not sure thats a wise idea do you?”
“youre probably right young man, now lets get ready as otherwise we’ll be late”
We were both getting ready, and thats when I noticed what she was putting on. She had put on a push up bra which virtually had her popping out of her top, a thong that perfectly accented her curvy ass, andthen she put on some stockings. I was in heaven, she had popped her high heels on and was wandering around without a care in the world, I was getting a full view of her round ass as she leant forward to do her make up, “holy shit” I thought, I had never thought of her like this before but she was incredibly sexy. Like a proper milf porn film. I was struggling to avert my eyes when she caught me ogling in the mirror. She just smiled, and added “aren’t you going to be late?”
I took her advice and got kitted up in my best suit, and designer shirt. “mmm, very nice young man” she commented “ someone scrubs up very well”
“same to you mrs p, you look hot” I said as she squeezed into a little black number.
We both finished our drinks and headed off for the dinner. As it was our first night, they were plying us with drink, gave us a lovely meal and then started with the dancing. We’d had a few and so we started to have a bit of a dance with each other on the dance floor, having polite drunken small talk at the same time. i could tell she was getting quite drunk by now as she thanked me for helping her out by coming at least 3 times. She was starting to slur her words and thats when I thought it would be best if I got her back to the room to go to bed.
She put up a little bit of resistance but soon realised it was the best thing for her. We got back to the room and I lay her on the bed, “thanks darling” she said “are you tucking me in” she joked
“well I think we need to get you out of these clothes first, you heard what they said, youre supposed to be out of clothes as much as possible to enjoy the experience.”
“ok sir” she mocked “you better help me”
I pulled the dress back over her head, leaving her lying there in just stockings and the sexiest outfit I’d seen in ages, “come on then you, lift your back off the bed I need to get that bra off”
“music to my ears big boy” she slurred while laughing, and as I did my best to remove her bra, just as it came free she grabbed my head and pulled it towards her chest smothering my face in her boobs. “mmm, you like big boobs chris? A lot bigger than Leila’s aren’t they?”
I was trying to speak but was scared if I opened my mouth I would get a mouth full of huge tit. I managed to struggle free, “come on, now for those knickers” 
She squirmed around the bed a bit and tried to help, but it was no use, “turn over” I said “and use your knees to elevate you” she eventually grasped this and started to struggle with her tight knickers. There I was with my future mother in law, face down in a bed, her big round ass in the air, stockings still on her sexy legs and shouting “get these bloody knickers off then”.
I was so tempted to stand above her and plough straight into her, but I managed to resist as I peeled her knickers over her ass. What a sight. She turned round and said “thanks honey” and then drifted off to sleep. I left her there on the bed in her stocking as I wasn’t about to try and get those off on my own. I kissed her on the head, said goodnight, had a quick feel of her boobs and her ass and was about to wander off. Then I saw her huge bush, peering between her legs, I was intrigued, I had to see what it felt like, I reached in slowly and ran my fingers through her dark forest of pubes, it was so soft, not like I expected. I was almost stroking it it felt that good, but then she must have felt something as she murmurred something and then moved her body position. I quickly grabbed a spare towel and huddled up on the sofa. 
A few hours later, I stirred, I was struggling to sleep, it was quite cold in the room at night and all I had was a towel, I looked round and Jules wasn’t on the bed, a few seconds later she emerged from the bathroom with a glass of water, still wearing the stockings. I chuckled to myself “you ok?” I asked
“yes thanks honey, thanks for getting me home, I’m terrible for a few hours after wine” she added “ I got up to get a drink, and I was a bit cold, you must be freezing” she said.
“its not the warmest”
“well stop being stupid and get into bed, its not like weve not been close up naked now is it” she said 
“ok” I said grateful of the offer, climbed into bed and under the duvet.
She got in the other side facing me, moved in towards me kissed me on the lips and thanked me for looking after her again. She then turned to face the other way and backed into me slightly. “you wouldn’t mind a quick cuddle would you chris, I’m freezing” she asked
“no worries Mrs P, I’m cold too, come here a bit”
She backed in even more, I opened my arms and then wrapped them around her and pulled her into me a little more. “there, that better?” I asked
She let out a low purr of pleasure as she nestled herself in, it was then that I realised the flesh touching my hand, it must have been her boobs resting on it, I stealthily moved the other one to avoid making contact with her other breast. I moved it down, only to accidently grab her big butt, “easy tiger” she joked but then backed her ass up even more to my groin, I could feel the heat from her ass and pussy against my slowly stirring cock. I didnt know what to do, I knew it was only a matter of time before I had a fully fledged hard on and nowhere to move. I sat there motionless as I could feel it getting bigger and stronger beneath me, it was now starting to touch flesh, and it certainly wasn’t mine. It was slowly creeping up her thigh as it became more rigid and rose to above the horizontal. It was then the friction increased as it came into contact with both her thighs, as they were lying together separating her ass from her pussy. The friction, heat and touch of skin on skin was getting unbearable, it was getting to the full stages of a monster boner, but as it continued to rise, it left the crease in her thighs and started to slide upwards, I could now feel it stopped by the flesh of her ass cheeks, it must have been resting at the entrance to her ass. I was soo horny now, not a word was said but I started to gently move my hips back and forward trying not to force my way through her back door but secretly hoping it would just open and allow me deep inside her ass. I could sense her tense up around her ass, blocking my entry. “nice try young man, if you think that thing is going inside me, especially there you are very much mistaken. Now calm down and go to sleep”. I was a little confused, all day she had been teasing and now I was so close and was being told no. I went for a different approach, so I shifted down a little and readjusted in one swift move, slipped my cock through the wall created by her thighs. My cock head brushed passed her lips as she let out a little whimper.
She adjusted herself slowly and then started to grind very slowly against my hard cock, I think she was hoping I wouldn’t sense what she was doing, I could feel the heat rise over up and down my cock as her wet pussy began drooling with hot juices, her movements picked up the speed, her thoughts of keeping it discrete had evaporated, and her breathing started to get heavier. She then went a little too far with her girating and her pussy slipped past the end of my now rock hard, dripping cock, my cock sprang upwards and on the return trip for her hip movements her pussy came flush onto the tip of my cock. She froze, my huge throbbing head stuck at the tight but wet entrance to her pussy.
“I said no” she managed to utter, breaking the silence “I’m soon to be your mother in law, we can’t”
But I was too horny by now, I had her wrapped in my arms, she could not move, with her pussy perched on the end of my big thick cock. 
“youve been teasing me all day and now you’re going shy?” I said “you know you want to know what it feels like” I said forcefully
“No chris, I always flirt but I’m a married woman, I can’t”
“I’m sorry Jules, you cant tease like that and get away with it, I need to show you whos boss”
I pulled her back a little further onto my cock, feeling my cock stretch open her pussy almost like it was her first time. “please stop chris, we can’t, we shouldn’t, please….” she continued to protest but by this time my cock was on its way into her pussy. she moaned loudly as I continued to push my cock deeper into her. “holy fuck” she said “stoooooop, we cant do this” but by now it was too late, I was half inside her wet love hole and her resistance was subsiding into lust. “oooh, we can’t… oooh god, oh my god, youre stretching me sooo much”. Her attitude changed, she moved my hands onto her tits and started to push back even further onto my cock.
She was now protesting just to make herself feel better “please chris no, we cant, stop!” she moaned as she forced her pussy back onto my cock
“Jules, I’m nearly in now, its too late, you will be taught a lesson” I said confidently, squeezing that last inch or 2 of my cock deep into her.
“oooohhhh myyy gooodddd” she moaned “ you are fuckingg huge!, I’m soo full, it feels amazing, I haven’t ever felt like this since I had Leila” she started to ride me slowly “shiit, its like being a bloody virgin again having that thing inside me” 
“you like it jules?, you like me huge cock deep inside you?” I whispered in her ear as I groped her huge breasts.
She was too busy moaning to answer as I picked up speed “uurggh, ooooh, arrgghh, shiiit, oh thats so fucking good” she continued to moan very loudly.
I pushed her shoulder over to the bed so she was lying face down on the bed, her ass sat up proudly, I leant forward spanked her ass and then kissed her on the cheek. “now youre gonna get a proper seeing too jules, I’ve warmed you up and I know a dirty milf like you can take it hard and deep unlike your daughter”
She was trying not to look at me in the face but I could tell the dirty talk and the fact I called her a dirty milf had really turned her on, however she was not keen on my proposal. “oh shit no! Youre too big honey, please be gentle ” she pleaded.
I placed the tip of my cock at the now gaping lips of her pussy, I leant forward and kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear “how much do you want my big cock back inside you you horny little milf?”
“oh god please chris, put it back inside me, I want ur huge cock again pleeeasse”
I pushed my hips forward as I entered deep into her dripping juicy pussy, it felt amazing as she just took my whole length and width and I rested on her gorgeous round ass. “shit you feel good Jules, my cock has never felt so much at home”
“ooh chris, fill me up, you feel so good, make love to me, give me that huge cock”. Hearing this I started to thrust, now rocking into her slowly almost withdrawing fully my 10” rock solid granite pole and then plunging deep back into her “fuck, yes, fuck, fuck” she moaned
I was now getting so horny hearing her moan expletives at me, I started to get quicker but she was trying to resist my quicker thrusts “please chris, gentle, I cant take it any harder, please no faster”
However I sensed my opportunity, her underneath me unable to move, I wasn’t going to take orders from a horny milf in this position. I stopped, leant back slightly, “Smack” I spanked the right cheek of her bubble butt. “ow” she moaned. I spanked her other cheek of her butt “oh shit” she moaned. 
I spanked both cheeks at the same time and leant forward to her ear again. “look you dirty milf, you don’t tease like that all day and get away with it, I’ve had to put up with ‘fucking gentle’ for years with your daughter, now you are going to be taught a lesson and give my cock what its needed, now be prepared for the pounding of your life” with this comment I grabbed her head with my hand pushed it deep into the pillows and started to pound deep and hard into her pussy.
My hips ramming into her so hard I could feel my huge balls slapping into her and the slap of my stomach against her ass. The years of frustration were coming out, I’d dreamt of fucking a woman like this, someone taking me all as hard as I could manage. The screams coming from the pillows were like nothing I’ve ever heard. “aaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!! Fuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk! You bastaaarrrdd!” her arms reaching behind her to try and prevent my body from getting so deep and hard into her. I wasn’t having this so I grabbed her arms and pinned them to her back with one hand while the other continued to hold her head. I continued to drive deep into her. It was like the pinning of her arms and the few extra thrusts had flipped a switch in Jules body. Her screams turned to moans of pleasure. I pounded into her as her moans got louder, I couldn’t take much more, it was the first time I had really pounded this fast and hard and I wanted to cum but I held it back. 
I grabbed Jules by the hair and lifted her head out of the pillows so I could hear her moans more clearly. “oooh fuck chris, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, don’t stop!”
I pulled her head round as I said “ you like that you little slut, you like a proper fucking? You want your son in laws huge cock?”
She was in a trance by this stage being drilled by a thick rod of flesh “yes, yes , yes, I love it, I love your fucking cock, I’m your little slut chris, fuckkk mee, I’m all yours, urrrrggggghhhhh “ at this point a huge spray of juice squirted out from her pussy and all over me and the bed. I’d seen Leila squirt before but nothing like this, it was like a waterfall. 
“holy shit jules” I said “I’m coming too” I was struggling to hold it back now “I’m gonna cum on your face, come here” I pulled her round so her face was facing my throbbing eager cock. 
“oh thats it honey, give your cum to mommy , I want you to shoot all over me” she begged
“here you go my little slut, open wide, take my hot load” my cock spasmed and shot a huge load of hot cum all over over her face and into her mouth, it was dripping down her forehead, nose and chin. I pushed my dripping cock into her mouth “suck it jules, suck me dry”
God she was like she had not eaten in a month, she devoured my cock almost getting half of it deep into her mouth, gagging on my still hard cock. I held the back of her head as I shot the last few drops of cum down her throat. “shit jules! You are one hungry milf” I laughed.
Her cum drenched face looked up at me and winked, she took my huge cock from her mouth for her to say “you bet chris, you have awoken this filthy bitch that I thought had died inside me, I’m going to be hungry for this cock constantly from now! I’m all yours, I’m your own cock hungry milf slut” then put my cock back in her mouth and continued to suck on my now deflating shaft. As the high from the best orgasm I had ever had rescinded I looked down at this milf, sexy ass facing me, stockings on her legs and my cum covering her face and thought this is going to be one fucking awesome holiday.