” 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…

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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!…”

Sharing a Shower with Mom – Part III by SquattingEagle

Introduction:

An experienced girl finally takes controlSharing a Shower with Mom – Part III

“We need to talk” was all mom said. 
The proud smile had vanished from her face and was replaced by a serious, almost grim expression. This wasn’t the reaction I had expected. I had thought our parents would be glad they wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore. Maybe they’d be a bit shocked to learn my brother and I wanted to have sex with them just as much as they wanted to fuck us. But not this. She didn’t look at me or say another word as she toweled herself dry and got dressed. I hastily dried off, tied my bikini back on and pulled my dress over my still damp body.

We stepped out the door just when Nick and dad came walking from the other side of the building. Mom directed us to the picnic table next to the campsite bath house and told us to sit down. Nick was looking troubled too, just like dad. I could see my brother’s proposal to continue at home had not been received with a lot of enthusiasm either.

“Mom, dad, it’s okay! Nobody is pissed off, we knew it was you well before we fucked” I said. 
“Yeah, Nick told me. I’m just… upset” dad said.
“Upset? Isn’t this what you two wanted when you took us into that stall?”
Dad didn’t answer.
“What’s wrong? I thought you would be happy?” I asked, feeling somewhat disenchanted.
“I don’t know. I guess… Well, this whole thing kinda got out of hand.” mom explained. “We, I mean your father and I, we‘ve had our secret sexual fantasies about you and your brother for some time, but we knew it wasn’t right, so we never tried to do anything for real. However, when we discovered this wonderful opportunity to have sex with you anonymously, we just couldn’t let it slide. And, I must add, we enjoyed it tremendously.
“So did I” I argued.
“Yes, but later you might hate us for it. That’s why you were never supposed to know it was your father on the other side. It was going to be just this once and never again”
“Just a fond memory that would last the rest of our lives” dad added.
“It will always be a fond memory, but that doesn’t mean we should stop now. And what about all the things you and I did? All the kissing? You licked my pussy!” 
I could see Nicks jaw drop and his eyes pop out of their sockets as he learned of me and mom’s lesbian activities.
“I was weak, honey, I’m sorry… it’s just not right. It’s even illegal” 
“I don’t care; I loved everything about it. So did Nick, and I’m damned sure you did too.” I said, almost choking up.
“You know she’s right” dad said to his wife “What do you say, honey?”
She looked at each of us for a moment, shrugged her shoulders and stood up. “I don’t know it anymore either. If anyone wants to fuck me, I’ll be in the caravan.”

My heart skipped a beat and I jumped up, wrapped her in my arms and planted a hot kiss on her mouth, thanking her and kissing her again.
She quickly detached herself from my passionate embrace and looked around if anyone might have seen my inappropriate outburst. 
“What did I just say about it being illegal and all?” she hissed
I must have looked quite crestfallen, because she mellowed a little. “You may thank me when we’re home” she whispered and gave my butt a quick squeeze.

We followed mom’s seductively swaying hips home and with every yard we came closer to the caravan, dad too seemed to lose a little more of his doubts and inhibitions. By the time I set foot on the first step of the ladder, he was standing right behind me, his erection firmly pushed against my rear. I giggled flirtatiously and turned around, grabbed him by his waistband and dragged him with me into the bedroom. Standing against the bed, I let my dress fall to the floor, pulled dad against my body and gave a long, hot kiss. 

Dad’s hands were trembling as they untied the strings of my bikini. He pulled away the tiny black triangles that covered my breasts and pussy and let them fall to the floor as well, leaving me naked in front of his hungry eyes. I took his hand and lay it on my chest. He caressed my firm breast and flicked the nipple with his finger.
“Baby, you’re so beautiful” he said as drew me even closer. He bent a little and kissed me again. While I was still a little dazed from the erotic kiss, he scooped me off the floor and carefully laid me down on his big soft bed. He tenderly kissed and licked every square inch of my naked body, from my face down to the soles of my feet and then slowly worked his way back up via the inside of my legs. With every kiss he came nearer to my inflamed pussy.
I whimpered softly as he slowly inched his way ever more closely. I could already feel his hot breath on my moist lips. Finally he reached its target. His tongue traced the folds of my sugary pussy, dipped inside for a moment, and then followed its way up to my protruding clit. The tip of his tongue flicked my little nub, sending chills of pleasure down my spine. He closed his mouth again and swallowed the top part of my pussy, sucking softly and still flicking my clit with his tongue. Loud slurping noises sounded from his mouth as he drank my flowing juices.
“You taste so good, baby” he whispered as he came up for air, licking his lips.
I grabbed his head and pulled him up to my face, pulled his strong body on top of me.
I kissed his mouth, tasting myself on his lips.
“I want you so much” I gasped between kisses.
“I want you too. I’ve dreamed of this for so long, baby”
“Please put it in me, daddy”

He pushed his hands beneath my shoulders and my waist and rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I ended up on top of him. He raised his butt off the bed and I pulled down his shorts. His hard cock bounced up, as it broke free from its confines. It was the first time I saw my father’s erect penis in all its glory. The dark hair below his belly was trimmed short and his balls were shaven completely. I thought it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. The shaft was hard as steel, with thick throbbing veins running down the entire length and the big pink head was oozing drops of precum, making it nice and slippery. Underneath this were his big round balls, pulled up tightly against his body, filled with cum and all set to quench the raging fire inside me.
Before I could do anything stupid, mom pulled me back again and came crawling to me, just as naked as I was. “Don’t worry baby, he’s all yours today. Just don’t forget to use these” she said and gave me another foil wrapper. I kissed her once more and whispered I loved her. 

Then I sat down on dad’s thighs and put the condom around his cock. I held the end between my fingers and rolled it all the way down, just like mom had taught me earlier. Getting up again, I firmly grasped his cock and held it against my pussy. The tip easily found the slick opening, and when I sank down a little, I felt the round head pop inside. 
I could finally look into my lover’s eyes and saw the look of rapture as his big cock inched its way deeper into my body. I’m sure I must have had the very same look as he plunged in. Deeper and deeper he went, until, at last, my butt came to rest on my father’s legs and I knew I had taken his cock all the way inside me. Without the thin wall to separate us, he had slid in much deeper than he had done before, touching places that had never been touched and giving pleasure I had never known. Yet, even that was nothing compared to what was to come when I finally started moving.

Now that I was on top of my daddy, I was able to control much of our motions. A whole new world of sexual delight opened up as my hips began to move; up and down, back and forth, rolling and twisting. As I experimented, I quickly learned I really couldn’t do it wrong; every which way I moved gave a different, but always delightful new sensation. If I leaned forward, my clit pressed nicely against his body and when I leaned back, his cock rubbed against the sensitive nerves inside my pussy. The hard part was to tune my motions in sync with those of my partner, so we were moving as if we were one. 

Thankfully there were my dad’s hands to guide me. They were planted firmly on my behind, grabbing the cheeks and gently pressing me down when he flexed up and always preventing me from rising too far and have him slip out of me. We worked perfectly together to achieve that highest level of ecstasy and it wasn’t long before the muscles inside me tensed up in anticipation of the first of a long series of orgasms. As I rocked my hips again and let my clit rub against his body, waves of bliss swept over my body. And again there were those hands of my father that guided me through this, moving my ass up and down, fucking him while I came.

Minutes later I lay on dad’s chest, still panting and shivering from this massive release. It suddenly dawned on me that dad and I were not alone in the bed. Next to us were mom and Nick, just as naked as we were, and she also had his cock deep inside her.

Mom was on her back, her legs thrust high in the air. Nick was on his knees, holding those legs firmly in his arms, using them as support to piston his cock in his mother’s pussy at a blistering speed. Mom had cupped her big breasts with her hands and squeezed the nipples while a flood of oh’s and ah’s poured from her wide open mouth, her beautiful face all torn up in sheer exaltation as her son relentlessly pummeled her tender flesh with his sturdy cock.

Dad held me close to his chest and rolled me on my back again, him ending on top of me. He supported his upper body with his arms to prevent it from crushing me, while his lower body rested between my legs. His cock had never left my pussy, and as he lay on me, he began to thrust again. His muscular body was almost twice as big as me, and as I lay underneath him, I really felt how much stronger he was. I did not stand a chance against the pleasure he was giving me. He kept fucking me with long powerful strokes, in a slow relentless rhythm that lifted me higher with every thrust until I couldn’t take any more and had to bite his shoulder to prevent me from screaming out in orgasmic joy. 
My legs folded behind his back, locking him deep inside me as waves of ecstasy wracked my body over and over again. His ability to move was severely restricted by this orgasmic stranglehold, but he kept fucking me through what felt like a never ending series of climaxes. Then, as he looked deep in my eyes again, his powerful body became rigid and I felt his penis jerk inside me as he spilled his seed in the condom.

Reluctantly, I felt dad pull his cock out of me and roll on his back. I lay my head on his chest and covered him in little kisses. If I hadn’t experienced it myself I would not have believed anything could be as good as the way my dad had fucked me. 
Dad exhaled deeply and softly stroked my hair. I could hear his heartbeat slowly return to normal as we lay there cooling off.

On the other half of the bed, mom and Nick were still going. She was on her knees now, with her ass in the air and my brother behind her. He wasn’t fucking her as fast anymore, but still kept up a pace that greatly exceeded that of dad. The slapping sound of his hips against her butt was still accompanied by drawn-out moans from mom, who appeared to be in a semi-unconscious, semi-orgasmic limbo. Her eyes were closed, her mouth still open, her voice fading from countless climaxes.

By now I had learned to recognize some of the signs and it told me that Nick was also close to cumming. A few thrusts later his butt clenched and I could see the big vein on the underside of his cock pulsate as he pumped another load of semen into his mother’s vagina. He slumped forward and mom’s legs gave way. Together they fell on the mattress next to us, panting and shivering. Nick was still laying on top of her, slowly rocking his hips as he fucked her with the last of his erection until it finally slipped out, followed by a frothy torrent of cum.

I wondered what it would be like to be on the pill, like mom. I bet the sex would feel even better without a condom. Then I’d also know what it was like to have a man truly cum inside me, to feel his hot seed fill me up and flow back out. Maybe best of all, he would not have to pull out immediately, like dad did now.
I made a mental note to make an appointment with the GP as soon as we were back at home. I could hardly wait.

Slowly, dad seemed to wake up a little, and mom too. She was playing lazily with dad’s cock. She pulled the condom, now hanging loosely around his deflated member, off and watched the sperm pool on dad’s stomach. 
Mom rolled over, on top of her husband and licked up a mouthful of cum. She then moved over to me and kissed me, sharing dad’s semen with me. Twice she went back for more and each time she shared every drop with me. By and by, dad’s cock began to show some signs of life again and the next time mom went down to collect more cum, she opened her mouth and engulfed dad’s cock. Dad groaned softly as mom relentlessly sucked his tired cock back to hardness. 

With my parents back in action, I couldn’t stay behind and crawled over daddy’s legs and lifted mom’s leg. I still could see some of Nick’s semen dripping from her. It wasn’t as thick or rich as when I first I tasted it this afternoon. Clearly his balls had trouble keeping production up with the rate at which he was spilling his seed. Runny as it may be, there was a lot of it, and it kept flowing.

As I was washing mom’s pussy with my tongue, a pair of hands grabbed my hips and pulled them off the mattress. I looked around and saw Nick kneeling behind me, aiming his latex-covered erection at my pussy. He renewed his grip on my ass and pushed forward. His slick cock easily penetrated my vagina and he started fucking me right away. His cock wasn’t quite as big as dad’s, but it rubbed me in all the right places, and soon I had all but forgotten my mother’s pussy.

Luckily for mom, dad’s cock had grown back to full strength, pointing at the curved roof of the caravan and throbbing proudly. Mom climbed on top of dad, taking him deep inside her as she lowered herself. With her back curved, she pumped her ass up and down. The way she sat gave Nick and me a beautiful view of her hairless pussy stretched tautly around dad’s penis. Her pussy was well lubricated and slid supply on her husband’s cum-slick cock. 

I remember thinking it would take me years of practice to move even half as smooth and elegantly and so sexily. I didn’t get the chance to admire her much, as Nick fucked me quickly to another series of earth-shattering orgasms. Even while I was cumming almost continuously for minutes, he never slowed down. The merciless pounding my now super-sensitive sex still took was just too much and I lurched forward, shaking as a splash of fluid jetted from my pussy. 

I had just learned that, like my mother, I was a squirter.

I had expected Nick to push his cock back inside my pussy the first chance he got and fuck me some more, but I was quite mistaken. Instead of waiting for me to allow him to continue, he got up and crawled behind our fucking parents.

Dad must have seen him approach, but mom was completely unaware of what was happening until she felt Nick’s finger on her asshole. Startled, she looked behind and saw her son aiming his steel hardon at her virgin ass.
“Be careful son, no-one’s ever been there before” she smiled, giving him permission to go on.
Nick wet his finger with saliva and pushed it inside to the first joint, spat a little more on her puckered hole and worked that inside her too. Then he got back on his knees and was ready to enter this uncharted terrain. 
Mom stayed motionless for a moment as Nick placed his latex-clad cock against her tight little hole and began to push. She relaxed her sphincter as best as she could to let him in. An animal-like groan escaped her mouth as her son’s penis finally stretched her anal opening far enough to ease the tip inside her. Once the big head had passed the ring of muscles, she told him to hold it there for a moment while she got used to the invading member. 
After a few seconds she nodded to let him resume his conquest. I could see her ass stretched tightly around my brother’s cock as he sawed it in and out, pressing deeper every time he repeated this motion. A few more pushes and he was all the way inside. With her son’s cock fully in her ass, she started moving again, fucking dad while Nick fucked her.
“Ohhh I Love it” she groaned between her clenched teeth.

I watched in amazement how the two men fucked mom together. After a while Nick and dad moved perfectly in sync, pushing in one cock as the other moved out. They fucked her for a few more minutes, giving her some of the best orgasms she ever had, before dad and Nick, almost simultaneously, came as well. The three fell down in a mass of bodies and intertwined limbs, before they disentangled and lay back, completely exhausted.
“That was great guys. I… I love you all so much” Mom panted, kissing both her men and me too.

We were all too exhausted to move, let alone have sex. Even Nick’s cock was spent, resting limp on his stomach, not moving or trying to get up even once. We just lay there, close together on the mattress, for what must have been ten, fifteen minutes at least. 

“You know what’s bothering the crap out of me?” dad suddenly sighed.
“No?” mom asked lazily
“Why did none of you warn me this bed is much too small? Years I’ve spent every spare moment rebuilding this damned caravan, and now I have to start all over again.”
He was right, though the bed was spacious enough to accommodate two couples fucking, it could not offer enough room for four adults lying on their backs.
“That’s okay, hon” mom replied, “Take all the time you need. I have a new lover now.” 
We all laughed, even dad.
“Okay kids, no more fooling around. Get out. Your father needs to rest” mom said, “and I could use a little beauty sleep too”

It wasn’t even dinnertime yet, the sun was still shining, but she was right, I could really use some rest, and looking at my brother, so could he. I crawled out the bed and into mine. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. Nick didn’t even make it that far. He crashed on the couch.

About an hour later, I woke again, absolutely famished. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and could eat a horse. When I stuck my head out the door, I saw dad had fired up the grill and was busy cooking up some burgers. Mom was also outside, chopping vegetables and making salad.
“Hi there sleepyhead” dad yelled, waving
“Dinner’s almost ready baby” mom added. “Go wake your brother and come out”

Dinner was delicious. I devoured three or four slightly charred burgers and helped myself to a plateful of veggies. Nick was just as starved as me, eating at least six burgers and even salad and grilled corn.
Dad kept bringing more and more burgers, so there was enough for everyone. By the time all the food was gone and our tummies were nicely filled, the sun was setting. 
I said to mom I wanted to take a shower and go back to bed.
She grabbed a handful of shower coins from her bag and gave them to me. 
“Aren’t you coming with me?” I asked
“No, I want to clean up first, before we attract the animals. Go ahead, I’ll shower after you”
“But you said it was too expensive” 
She started laughing. “Yeah, I can’t believe you thought that was true, you are such a blonde sometimes! These things cost nothing, really. Take these and shower as long as you like”
I had to laugh too, even though I did feel like an idiot. 

After a relaxing long, hot and uneventful shower, I was feeling all comfy again; clean, warm, and carefree. I slipped my dress over my naked body and skipped home, feeling the cool evening air gently kiss my damp pussy. 
Inside the caravan I put the dress in my closet and got ready for bed. First I had to brush my teeth and then applied another layer of after-sun lotion to soothe the reddened skin on my breasts that outlined the shape of my new bikini. Being fair-skinned, the tan lines were only barely visible and I knew that also the redness would be gone in the morning. If we decided to go to the lake again, I would look stunningly good.

As I turned around to walk out the bathroom, I saw mom was watching me. 
“You’ve changed so much these two days.” she said. “You look happy”
“I am happy” I said, “Not that I wasn’t happy before, but…” I added, not really knowing what I wanted to say or how to say it.
“I understand baby. And you look so beautiful too”
“I know” I smiled. “Thanks to you”
“Goodnight baby” she said and gave me a kiss. A tender, motherly kiss.
“Goodnight mom. I love you”
“I love you too”

I crawled in the bed and grabbed one of my books to read a bit while I waited for sleep to come. About half an hour later, Nick came to bed too. I was still awake, still reading. The book I was reading was a cheap romance novel and as I was reading, my hand had slid down my body. My pussy was a little tender from being fucked so much, but as I lay there stroking myself I started to get a little horny again. I was contemplating to rub myself to one more climax before I went to sleep when the bed above me creaked softly.

“Nick… I’m not sleepy yet. Are you?” I asked my brother.
“No” he whispered.
“Wouldn’t you rather come in here with me?” I asked seductively.
“I can’t” he sighed.
“Why, haven’t you got any semen left for me?”
“Worse. No condoms”
“Go get some then”
“Can’t, I used the last one when I fucked you from behind”
Damn! Fuck! Cursed be my ovaries! Here I was, horny as hell, with a willing cock less than three feet away and unable to use it.
“Fucked me? Fucked mom, you mean. You abandoned me” I grumbled.
“I’m sorry sis. You’re not mad, are you?” he said sincerely.
He didn’t deserve that reaction. After all he had fucked me into a stupor first, and then gave mom the best sexual experience of her life. He had been a good brother and a good son. I decided I had to be a good sister.
“No, I’m not. Please, come here and I’ll suck it for you”

Nick got in bed with me and I sucked his cock while he licked my pussy. We both had one nice last cum and fell asleep in each other’s arms in my small bunk bed.

As soon as I was woken by the early morning sun, shining through the small plastic window, the memories of the past two days came flooding back to me. With it returned a hunger for sexual pleasure. Nick was still lying behind me, sandwiched between me and the wooden paneling. His arm was draped tenderly around me as he spooned me in his sleep. 

Though Nick was still deep asleep, his cock had already woken up. His morning erection was poking between my legs, teasing me with its presence. I couldn’t blame Nick’s cock for not knowing I couldn’t fuck him without a condom, but the longer I lay there, the more unbearable my frustration became. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and carefully extricated myself from my brother’s grasp and slid out the bed. I slipped a dress over my naked body, grabbed my purse, sneaked out the caravan and ran. My muscles protested, aching from the hours of fucking I did yesterday. I knew the best way to treat aching muscles was to keep using them, and that was exactly what I planned to do.

The air was still cold outside and the grass was wet beneath my bare feet. The entire world was still sleeping, except a far away rooster and an elderly couple that was slowly on their way down to the bath house. It was a good thing that everyone else was still sleeping, because I would never dare to do what I planned if there was a chance of someone seeing me. Finally I arrived at the bath house. Here I would find the cure for what ached me: the condom vending machine in the men’s room.

A minute later I was running back, several dollars lighter and carrying a bag full of rubbers. On my way back I was greeted again by the elder couple that was still strolling down the path. I wonder if they would still smile so kindly at me if they knew what I was planning on doing as soon as I was home.

Inside the caravan it was still quiet; nobody had noticed my disappearance. Nick was still sleeping too. He was on his back now, taking up the entire mattress. It didn’t matter to me, because I could clearly see the promising tent in the sheets caused by his trusty hard cock. 

I hastily threw the sheets aside and climbed on the mattress with my brother. He mumbled softly in his sleep, but didn’t wake or move. I carefully rolled the condom down his cock, straddled his hips and let it sink deep inside. My pussy was still tender, but the pain was definitely worth it. I sat still for a minute, savoring the feeling of being filled up again before I lifted myself and dropped down his cock again. It took only a couple of strokes before my brother began to wake up.

“Wow, sis” he whispered, rubbing his eyes to see more clearly.
“Good morning, big brother” I whispered back and pressed down on his crotch firmly, digging my clit into his flesh as I rocked my hips. There wasn’t much space to move in the small and low bunk bed. When I sat upright, my head was just inches below the lattice of the bed above me and even if Nick wanted to be on top, there was no room to roll over. Nick had no choice but to grab hold of me, and lay back for the ride. 
The way we made love was completely different from the way he had fucked me yesterday. The wet noises of my pussy and our heavy breathing were now the only sounds as I rode his cock for a long time, slow, steady and without hurry. 
I liked being in control like this, but I had liked being overwhelmed by his energetic thrusting too. I guess I was still learning.

Despite our leisurely pace, I could see Nick wasn’t going to last much longer. I guess we had been fucking fifteen minutes already, so I had nothing to complain. I even had a few nice cums myself. I leaned forward even more, so I was on my hands and knees. With my ass suspended in the air, my brother now had the freedom to move as his instinct indicated. He laid his hands firmly on my butt and sped up again. The soft squishy noises gave way to a series of slapping sounds as he threw his belly up against mine. Faster and faster, until we reached a wonderful finale in which the both of us came together.

“That was great, Val. What a way to wake up” he panted in my ear as we dropped back to the bed.
Before I could say anything back, Nick was snoring again. He’d probably wake up later, thinking it had all been a wonderful dream. It might be funny to mess with his mind a bit. However, I had no time to stay much longer now, I was on a mission. One down, one to go.

Still naked, I walked to my parent’s bedroom. My early morning romp with Nick had not disturbed them in their sleep, although dad might have registered it subconsciously, as he too had a rock hard erection that pushed up the sheets.

I carefully peeled away the sheets from his sleeping body. Dad wasn’t as heavy a sleeper as my brother, so I had to be extra cautious. I did my utmost to not move the bed too much as I crawled next to him, held his cock upright and let it slip in my mouth. The moment I closed my lips and started sucking, I saw his eyes open and a smile appear on his lips.
“Good morning daddy” I whispered and started sucking again, letting him slide as deep in my throat as I could without choking. I still needed a lot of practice before I could take him as deep as mom could, but I was doing better every time.
While I was sucking him, I felt his hands on my waist, grabbing me and lifting me clear in the air, and lowering me again on top of him. My pussy was now directly above his face and as I kept sucking his cock, he started licking my pussy.

“That looks nice” I suddenly heard a female voice. “Is there room for one more?”
“Of course mom” I said. “Would you like pussy, cock or tongue?”
“Shouldn’t we invite your brother as well?”
“He’s sleeping; I kinda wore him out a few minutes ago”
Mom chuckled softly, shaking her head. 
“I think I’ll have some tongue then, thank you.”
I climbed off dad’s face and watched how mom took my place. Then I covered up dad’s cock, guided it into my pussy and began to bounce up and down. My parent’s bed was much springier than mine, and every time I came down, my father was just bouncing back up, making it easy to ride him hard.
All the while I was fucking my father, he was diligently licking his wife’s hairless pussy and doing all kinds of wonderful things with his experienced mouth. She was leaning back against the wall, squeezing her breast as she watched me ride her husband’s cock. It was mom who came first, her moans becoming louder and louder until she fell forward, into my arms and came, shaking over her entire body. 

Mom laid her hand on my chest and gently pushes me back a little. I had to steady myself on dad’s legs as I leaned back. Mom leaned over even more, and because of my new position, she was able to lay her head between my thighs and lick my pussy while I fucked. Every now and then I’d lean back too much and his cock would slip out of me. She would then suck him for a while and guide him back inside. Together they kept me cumming over and over again until dad groaned he was going to cum too. 
Mom quickly grabbed his cock, tore away the rubber and sucked hem into her mouth. The moment she closed her lips I saw his balls draw up and his cock began to pulsate as he fired glob after glob in her mouth. She swallowed and sucked, taking his whole load without spilling a single drop.

It was not even 8 o’clock and I had been fucked twice already. I was really beginning to enjoy this new lifestyle.

Mom pulled the sheets back over us again and the three of us lay in bed for maybe half an hour, talking. As always, dad was the first who got up and mom followed soon after. I didn’t want to get up yet, so I lay a little longer, enjoying all the room I had in the big, empty bed. After a while my stomach began to protest, telling me it was time for breakfast.

The rest of the family was already dressed and was busy setting the table for breakfast. Dad had bought fresh buns and fruit at the store and the smell of coffee filled my nose. I quickly threw on my dress and joined them outside.

“So what are we going to do today, daddy?” I asked while I sat down at the table.
“I was thinking we should be hitting the road again today. We’ve been in one place much too long already.” he said, sipping his morning coffee.
“Oh no, we are not going anywhere today” mom said, as she grabbed a cushion off the couch and placed in on her chair. “There’s no way I’m gonna be sitting in the car all day.”
Dad burst out laughing, nearly choking on his coffee.
“Don’t laugh, I’m still terribly sore from last night” she said as she sat down on the pillow. “But as soon as I’m ready for it, I want you both again. So you better be warned!”
“It was that good, eh?” I asked
“Oh baby, you better believe it. I just thought I died”
I still had my reservations. Even though it had looked incredibly sexy, I was perfectly content with having just one cock stretch the walls of my pussy, without having another one tearing up my ass. 

“Well, if we’re not going away today, I want us to get ready to leave first thing tomorrow morning. We may have to camp in the wild again, so I want everything cleaned, the septic tank emptied, the water tank filled with fresh water, and plenty of food in the fridge” dad ordered.
“Okay boss. Anything else?” mom asked sarcastically.
“Yes. Make sure we have enough condoms”
Now it was mom’s turn to choke on her coffee.

I was glad that dad took the job of emptying the septic tank on himself, but there was no escaping the other chores. Filling the water tank was easy. The tank had small wheels and a retractable handle so you could just let it roll behind you and not have to carry it. It was the perfect job for me.
First I had to let it drain and then go to the bath house and fill it with the hose outside.

As I waited for the tank to fill, a girl came to me. I recognized her as the daughter of the family from the RV next to us. She was about my age and had the looks of a stereotypical cheerleader: blond, athletic, bubbly and insanely gorgeous. Although we hadn’t spoken more than a few words, she seemed like a nice girl, if only a little dumb. If we would have stayed a little longer in this place, we might have become friends.

“Hi, I am Misty” she said, as she walked up to me.
“Hi. Val”
“Are you leaving already?” she asked innocently.
“Eh, yeah. My dad wants to leave tomorrow, ‘see the country, you know'” I replied, trying to impersonate my father.
“That’s too bad” 
“Tell me about it” I sighed. I’d rather stay another day in bed than in the car.
“Do you really have sex with your parents?” she asked bluntly.
My insides turned to water as she said that. 
“What… what makes you think that? It’s absurd” I stammered.
She giggled. “Well, your caravan doesn’t have, like, very thick walls. It was very obvious.”
“Shit” I cursed silently.
“So is it true? Do you really fuck your dad? That’s awesome!”
This was a surprise. 
“Don’t tell me you want to fuck your dad?” I asked.
She looked around, confirming we were alone.
“I like totally would! He’s big and got lots of muscles, and he’s got a really huge cock! But Daddy’s so uptight, he would never want to fuck me”
“I’m sorry” I said softly, worried anyone would hear us.
“But my brother might. Luke’s so dreamy. I saw him with his girlfriend once. His cock is nice too and he really knows how to use it. If only I knew how to seduce him. I think he wants it too, he’s like always checking out my ass” 

I couldn’t blame her brother; the girl did have a fine ass. Nice big breasts too. I even found myself checking her out as she kept rambling on and on. Suddenly she was silent, looking at me, waiting for me to say something. 

“Well?” she asked
“Well what?”
“How did it happen? How did you first fuck your father? I wanna know all about it”
God, what had I gotten myself into? This dumb broad was going to get our family in a lot of trouble if she didn’t keep her mouth shut.
“I don’t know… it sort of happened” I could hardly tell her that only two days ago I had been a demure virgin, pure in every way. “listen, can’t we talk about something else?” I said, once again checking the surroundings for passing campers. 
“I’m sorry,” Misty sighed. “I’m just so damned horny all the time. I’ll go crazy if I don’t get laid soon. Do you know I haven’t had sex in two whole weeks?”
“That’s too bad”
“Yes. That’s why it would be great if I could fuck Luke. He’s my brother, so he’s like always there, wherever we go”
I had to admit, it was a good argument. And who was I to judge? Anyway, I needed to keep her on friendly terms, and make sure she didn’t blab about what she knew about our family to anyone. If she just needed to fuck someone, I could simply ask Nick, but if I helped her to have sex with her brother, I had as much on her as she had on me and our secret would be safe. Besides, it could be fun to help another family ‘come together’. 

“I may have an idea that might work. Why don’t you come with me to the showers, there’s something I’d like to show you.”
“Okay” she said and followed me. 
I showed her the stall with the hole in the wall.
“On the other side is the men’s shower” I said
“Oh?” It took a while before she got it. “Oh! You mean like on the internet?”
“Yes” 
“You think I want to suck off a stranger?” Misty said, strangely offended. 
“No, not a stranger,” I quickly said, “what if we arranged it so that Luke would be in that stall?”
“And then what?”
I knew this was going to take a little more time. I carefully explained to her that with only a hole connecting the two stalls, she could suck and fuck her brother like she wanted, and he would never know it was her. Finally she got it.
“Sweet” she said, all happy again. “But how do you know Luke will be using that shower?”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan”

I told her I’d meet her soon and went home, towing the heavy water tank behind me. Mom and dad were gone to the supermarket, but luckily my brother was still here, and had just finished his tasks. I talked to him about Misty and that she knew about us and our parents. He acknowledged the danger of the situation and agreed that it would be best if we got her to fuck her brother too. Bearing in mind that we would be leaving next morning, we had to act fast. First, Nick had to gain the trust of Misty’s unsuspecting brother Luke.

My brother always made new friends easily, and this time was no exception. Being both in college and both playing baseball, Nick and Luke had a lot in common. As he came home for lunch he told me he had succeeded in befriending the boy and that everything was going according to plan.
A little after lunchtime, but well before the evening rush, when the campsite would be almost deserted, he would introduce his new friend to the gloryhole. Of course, Misty and I would be waiting for them on the other side of the wall.

As soon as we were finished eating and the plates were clean, I was off to the bathhouse. Misty wasn’t there yet, but after a minute she appeared from the other side of the building. 
“Sorry, I had to pee. I was waiting almost an hour” she apologized. “Can we go now?”
“Wait, here take this” I said and gave her a toilet bag and a towel.
“Why?” she asked “Are we taking a shower? I thought I was going to fuck Luke?”
“Yes, but not everyone has to know that” I said
“Well I’m not telling anyone” she said, trying to reassure me.
I sighed, almost regretting ever laying eyes on her.
“Just carry these; at least you’ll look like you’re here for a shower”
“Okay!”

Once Inside the bath house, I first checked the other stalls. We were alone, just as I had hoped. I led Misty to the farthest stall and locked the door behind us. 
As I turned back, I saw Misty had taken off her shirt. Her breasts were truly breathtaking. The girl had a tad more body fat than I had, but I could see it had settled in all the right places. Her breasts were at least three sizes bigger than mine, yet they were just as firm and her big, hard nipples made my mouth water.
“Eh Misty, I told you, we’re not really taking a shower”
“I know” she said, while she dropped her daisy dukes. “I just don’t want any cum stains on my clothes. Besides, I love to be naked when I fuck”

She stood back up and laid her clothes on the shelf. She was wearing nothing but her panties. I could see she had a golden tan all over her body, with no visible tan lines.
She must have seen me admire her, as she made a little pirouette. “Tanning bed” she said. “Ain’t it great?”
“Yeah, totally” damn, I was beginning to sound like her.
Then, without hesitation, she pulled down her panties, revealing a naked and very aroused pussy. I had to control myself, trying not to gawk at her treasures.
“You get naked too” she said suddenly. “They’ll be here any moment now, right?”

I nodded again and began to shed my clothes while Misty sat down on the little bench and waited. I was feeling quite self-conscious as this sexy young woman watched me undress.
“Wow, you are so beautiful” she whispered suddenly. 
I looked up and saw her standing in front of me. 
“Did I tell you I like girls too?” she asked, lustfully.

She let her hand slide down from my shoulder, over my breasts, and gave them a little squeeze. Then she lowered her head and took my nipple in her mouth, gently biting down on the sensitive tip. I groaned softly, overcome with lust for this dim-witted, gorgeous girl. I lifted her chin and kissed her on the lips. She opened her mouth and welcomed my tongue. As we kissed, her hand snaked inside my panties and found my dripping pussy. 
She knew exactly what she was doing, pressing her fingers down next to my clit and slowly moving then round in circles, massaging the lips and the fatty tissues of my mons, while avoiding direct contact with my sensitive little nub. 
At the same time, my hands were equally busy; fondling her breasts and exploring her hairless mound and incredibly soft genital lips. If possible, her pussy was even wetter than mine; her sticky juices literally dripping down her thighs. It smelled powerfully arousing, directly stimulating the animal part of my brain and sending my sexuality into overdrive.

Misty moaned in my mouth as I plunged two fingers inside her soaking wet cunt. With my thumb I massaged her clit while I fucked her little hole. She stopped kissing and fingering as lust quickly took over. With her mouth open, panting shallowly and her eyes looking deep into mine, she came. Two weeks’ worth of sexual frustration was released in a massive orgasm. Her body shook and I felt more wetness flood my hand. I pressed my mouth to hers, muffling the series of gasps and groans that resonated in the empty building.

“OMG, I needed that so bad” she giggled as she regained most of her senses.
Then she grabbed my hand and licked my fingers. 
“I love the taste of pussy, don’t you too?”
I had tasted only two pussies so far; mine and mom’s, but I already developed a taste for it. I moved my hand to my mouth. The aroma was intoxicating. I licked, tasting her ambrosial nectar. 
“I bet you taste just as good” she said.
She grabbed my panties and got on her knees, taking my last piece of clothing down with her. Her face was only inches from my pussy. With her fingers she trailed through my blonde little bush and occasionally between my legs.
“I’ve never seen a pussy this pretty” she said, slipping her fingers between my legs again. She still rubbed only the outer lips, teasing me as she left the most sensitive parts untouched. My body began to buck on its own, desperately seeking the elusive source of this pleasure as she played me like a finely tuned instrument. It was like this girl was created for only one purpose: Sex. She knew instinctively what to do to make me go insane with lust. My hips tilted, giving her maximal access to my pussy, begging to be touched.
Finally she pressed her lips against my pussy. I gasped as she her tongue rolled around my clit while she sucked softly. 
Even though she was now right where I needed her, Misty was still in complete control of my movements and as she moved back, my knees gave way and my body slowly slid down the wall until I was lying on the wet floor. There she crawled on top of me, her head between my legs and her knees above my shoulders. In front of me were her pink lips, swollen with lust and dripping with moisture. I immediately latched on to this juicy pussy and licked her while she ate me. At times it was difficult to keep pleasing her as her lips, tongue and fingers worked their magic, just like she had to abandon my pussy every time my tongue brought her off again.

Suddenly there closed a door in the men’s shower and I heard a pair of muffled voices. From my position on the floor, I saw two pair of feet enter the stall next to us. One pair I recognized as my brother’s and the other must have been Luke’s. I tapped Misty on her back and whispered that the boys were here. She immediately climbed off of me and asked me what to do. I told her to sit quiet and watch what I did.

Like mom had taught me a few days before, I stuck my fingers through the hole and softly tapped the wall. There was a rustle of clothes and seconds later a nice hard cock was pushed through the hole.
“Is that Nick?” Misty asked excited.
I nodded, again motioning her to be quiet.
I knelt in front of the hole and let my tongue trace the underside of my brother’s cock, from where it emerged out of the wall to the shiny purple head. I could hear a lustful groan as I closed my lips around the head and sucked softly while I slid all the way down to the wall. I found out I was able to suppress my gag reflex quite well, now I couldn’t let him go too deep. 

Misty was watching me intently, fingering her pussy as I blew my brother. I could see how much she wanted to join in and, in a moment of compassion, I pulled back and offered her my brother’s cock. Her eyes lit up and she literally jumped at the opportunity. In less than a second she had taken my place at the hole and had Nick’s cock deep in her mouth. She sucked on it as if she hadn’t had a drink in three days, bobbing her head wildly and taking him as deep as circumstances allowed.
After only a minute or two of this intense cock-sucking, I heard Nick groan and I saw Misty’s cheeks bulge as he pumped a big load of sperm in her mouth. She eagerly swallowed and kept sucking until his cock stopped squirting and slowly began to lose its stiffness. 

Nick finally pulled his wilting penis back in the hole, but he was quickly replaced by a fresh, hard cock. Luke’s cock was a little bigger than my brother’s. Not as big as daddy’s, but a nice member for sure. I could see Misty was positively drooling at the sight of her brother’s erection. She all but dove at it and gobbled up his rod with the same hunger and enthusiasm as she had done Nick’s. Grunts from the other side of the wall told me she was doing a great job. Too great a job actually and I warned her that if she still wanted to fuck him, she might want to slow down a bit.
Instead of easing down, she stopped sucking altogether and got back on her feet. She turned around, bent forwards a little and aimed Luke’s cock between her legs. Then, as she moved back towards the wall, she let her brother’s penis slide into her well lubricated cunt. She moaned of release as her aching pussy was finally invaded again by throbbing, hard male flesh.
“So good” she groaned between her teeth as she pressed her ass firmly against the wall, taking him in as deep as possible.

I didn’t have to give her any instructions. She was by no means a virgin, and although she would never be a great scientist, fucking came natural to her. She made the most of the limited range of movement she had, slapping her butt against the wall as she fucked her brother. It wasn’t long before she had another one of her dripping wet orgasms. Panting and shaking she steadied herself with one hand against the opposite wall and pushed back against the hole as much as she could and let her brother take over. Luke moved his cock in and out the hole, fucking his sister’s pussy at high pace. The fingers of Misty’s free hand were racing over her swollen clit, desperately trying to give her that last extra bit of pleasure to push her over the edge again.
“He’s cumming!” she whispered after another minute of intense fucking. She was still energetically rubbing her pussy, her fingers whipping the dripping cum into a creamy lather. 
I had to praise Luke’s stamina, even after cumming he kept fucking his sister long enough for her to cum once more. In the end, he had to give up and withdrew his cock from her dripping pussy and back into the hole. At least temporarily satisfied, Misty stepped away from the wall, her legs still wobbly from cumming so hard. She had a big, happy grin on her face.
“Wow… just… wow” she smiled as she finally caught her breath.

I whispered we better had to go, before anybody found out about us. Suddenly I heard my brother yell “No! Don’t!”
A shadow on the other side of the hole told me that Luke had not obeyed Nick’s explicit instructions and peeked through the hole. He had probably not seen me, but he could hardly have missed Misty, who stood directly in front of the hole, still dripping semen from her pussy.

“Dude, that’s my sister!” I heard Luke gasp.
Shit. So much for keeping it secret. Misty had heard it too and looked at me with panic in her eyes.
“Let’s get dressed and then we’ll talk outside” I said.
Luke and Nick were waiting for us outside, sitting at the same picnic table our family had used yesterday to have this exact same conversation.
“That was you in there, wasn’t it?” Luke asked his sister.
She nodded her head, looking down guilty. 
“I can’t believe you did that, man” he then said to Nick, punching his shoulder.
Nick took the beating without punching him back, knowing he deserved it.
“I’m sorry I tricked you into fucking me,” Misty said, “I didn’t know you’d be mad”
“Mad? No, that was by far the best sex I ever had. I’ve never cum like that, but… I just wish you weren’t my sister” he said.
“Well, I am.” Misty said.
“So it was all your idea then?” he asked rather incredulous.
“Well, not really. But we did it because I just wanted fuck you so bad”
“But I’m your brother! Why didn’t you fuck Nick or something?”
“I don’t want to fuck Nick. I want to fuck you!”
“Me? But why?”
“I guess I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since I saw you with Denise. But it wasn’t until I talked to Val that I realized it.”
“I’m sorry we had to trick you” I said.
“Well, I’m not sorry anymore. I loved fucking you too and if I have to trick you again, I would.” Misty said defiantly.
“I’ve got to think” he said and walked away.

The three of us stayed behind, but it wasn’t long before Luke came back. Misty ran to meet up with him. They exchanged a few words after which Misty threw his arms around him and kissed him on the mouth. Immediately they realized everyone could see them and broke up again. I was glad for her; it appeared my bubbly friend had gotten her wish. They would definitely fuck again.
As they walked towards us, they were busy talking. Luke and Misty were looking worried. 
“So what’s going on now?” Nick asked
“Can we go somewhere private?” Luke asked, ignoring Nick’s question.
This was serious. I nodded and we walked to a more secluded spot.

“I just met my father. I’m probably not allowed to tell you, but he told me I not to see you guys anymore. He said you and your family are a bunch of perverts and he’s going to inform the police tomorrow, as soon as the station opens”
“Fuck!” Nick cursed. 
“Yeah. What did you do?” Luke asked.
“She fucked her father” Misty answered for me.
“That’s all?”
“And him. And their mother” she added.
“Wow” he sighed, truly impressed.
“And dad knows about that?”
“Apparently”
“They don’t really throw you in jail for that, do they?” I asked worried.
“I don’t know. There are a lot of narrow-minded people in this world” Nick said grimly.
“And dad is one of them” Luke added.
We all were silent for a while, digesting the information.

“I bet he’s just jealous” Misty said.
“Jealous? Why?” Luke asked his sister. 
“Don’t you know? He hasn’t had sex in, like, two years” she explained.
“And how would you know?”
“My bedroom is next to theirs, I can hear everything they say or do in there. Mom and dad just don’t have sex anymore. I’ve heard him beg for it, but mom doesn’t want it. It hurts, she says”
“And now he takes his revenge on innocent people? Fuck him!” Nick said angry.
“I know it’s not fair, but what are we going to do about it” I said, trying to calm him down.

We all sat silently for a few minutes, racking our brains for a solution. The idea of killing him and hiding his body flashed through my mind, but nothing practical.
“I don’t know. Let’s tell mom and dad, maybe they can buy his silence” Nick suggested.
“They won’t be back for another few hours, and they don’t have that much money anyhow” I said.
“Then what do you suggest we do?”
“I don’t know.” I sighed. Another silence followed.
“If only we could get him laid. I bet he’d mellow up and forget about the whole thing” Luke jested, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit.
“That’s not a bad idea, actually” I said
“I was just kidding. Are you gonna fuck our dad?” he asked. 
“No, but there’s another girl who would love to do it”
Luke and Nick both stared at Misty, who turned a deep red. “Have you seen his cock?” she said in her defense.
We all laughed, Misty too.
“So, assuming your insane idea works, how do you want to get it done?” Luke asked.
“I’ think I’ve got a plan… Nick, go get my new black bikini, and bring mom’s red one too. And two of those sheer scarves” I told my brother.
“Okay, anything else?”
“Not yet. Luke, your task is to make sure your mother is gone for a few hours. Take her for a walk or something. We need your father to be alone, and he must know it.”
“And you Misty, you come with me. We’re going to make you irresistible to any sex-starved male”
“Huh?”
“We’re gonna get you ready to fuck your father”
“Oh, right. Sweet!”

Before we split up, I had a private word with Nick and told him to bring my camera, and also a screwdriver and a pair of pliers. Then we were off in different directions. Misty and I went back inside the bathhouse, while Nick and Luke took different paths towards their homes. Misty undressed again and took a quick shower, washing away the sweat and dust of the day. Meanwhile, I emptied and thoroughly cleaned my bottle of shampoo and filled it with warm water.
“Here, use this to clean your pussy” I said.
Misty looked a little puzzled
“Your pussy is still full of Luke’s cum, isn’t it?”
“I guess,” she giggled. “He did cum a lot”
“So what if your dad notices?”
Misty understood and pressed the narrow neck up inside her. She squeezed the bottle and a flood of water and cum squirted out of her pussy. Then we filled the bottle with water again and repeated the procedure a few more times.
“Let me have a taste” I whispered.
Misty giggled softly and spread her legs. She leaned against the wall and arched her back, offering her pussy for a thorough examination. I knelt in front of her and slid my fingers inside her. A little more water trickled down my fingers. I played with her pussy a little more until I felt that she was becoming aroused again. Her body was working hard to replace the natural lubricant she just washed away. I licked her juices off my fingers, examining its taste. 
There wasn’t much flavor yet, but she tasted pretty much the same way she did when I first licked her, only a little fresher, sweeter. It was perfect for eating her out.

Just as we were finished, there was a knock on the door. Nick was back with the bikinis and my bag. Mom’s tiny red top perfectly fitted Misty’s luscious breasts; pushing them up just a little, and showing just enough details to tell her nipples were hard. The thong bikini beautifully framed her firm round ass, her cheeks almost naked and showing off her perfect tan, while the front clearly outlined the shape of her hairless pussy. The finishing touch was the sheer scarf, loosely tied around her waist, barely concealing the treasures hidden underneath it. All in all, she looked like a wet dream come to life. 

This had been the easy part. Now we had to work on her playing her role to perfection. We sat down at the picnic table again and I told her every step of the plan. I explained to her what she had to do and what she had to say. I knew she probably had to improvise a bit, but was quite sure she could pull it off. After rehearsing her one last time, we got up and headed to the RV. 
Her father was sitting outside, reading a magazine and sipping a beer. I could see two empty bottles lying in the grass next to him. If this was his third bottle already, he’d be mildly drunk by now. He finally noticed our arrival and his eyes immediately were all over his daughter. The look in his eyes was definitely not one that a father was supposed to have when looking at his child. Then he noticed me and I could see his expression change, his eyes now burning with hatred and envy. He growled a greeting, but dared not to tell me to piss off in front of his daughter.

Misty however, played her role beautifully. Her hips swayed sensuously as she walked towards her father and the scarf around her waist came loose at just the right moment. Of course she then had to bend over and pick it up again. The lump in her father shorts was already obvious. The entire outline of his cock was visible, trapped in one of the trouser legs and desperately trying to break free. I could see Misty hadn’t been exaggerating when she mentioned his size. It really was huge, 10 inches at least, and thick too.
He seemed to have forgotten my presence completely as his eyes now were glued on his daughter’s ass and pussy, which were not at all covered by the tiny red string that held the front and back together. Both her wrinkled asshole and the hairless labia were on full display. Her arousal was unmistakable as her wetness gleamed in the sunlight. I heard the father groan softly and I saw a small wet spot emerge in his pants.

Misty had dawdled as long as she could and stood up again, wrapping the scarf slowly back on her hips, while making sure her father had a good view of her round breasts and hard nipples. Then, as she stepped closer to her father and moved in to sit down, the man seemed to remember that this girl he was lusting for was actually his daughter. He cleared his throat and got out of his chair, covering his crotch with the magazine. 
“I’ll eh… I’ll get you girls something to drink” he said and disappeared into the caravan.

This was going far better than I had planned and I told Misty to go inside and confront him. A minute later she was back outside, claiming he was gone. With some reservations I went with her inside the RV and checked the kitchen. He wasn’t there, nor in the living area or bedroom. There was only one door left, leading to the bathroom. I lay my ear against the door and listened. A soft thumping sound and heavy breathing told me all I needed to hear. I motioned for Misty to get ready to open the door while I retrieved the screwdriver from my bag. As quietly as possible I unlocked the door and as Misty pulled it open, I hid myself behind the open door. 

Peeking through the hinges, I saw it couldn’t be better; inside the tiny bathroom was Misty’s father, sitting on the toilet, his shorts around his ankles and his fist around his massive cock. To make the picture complete, he had a pair of panties in his hand and was sniffing the crotch. I quickly grabbed my camera and snapped a photo. If things went south from here, this compromising picture might be enough to blackmail him. 

“Misty!” he gasped as he saw his darling daughter stand in the doorway.
She stepped into the tiny bathroom without hesitation and untied the strings of her bikini. Without saying a word, she let the strips of cloth drop to the floor and stood naked in front of her father.
“What are you doing here? Where is that other girl?” he asked cautiously.
“She had to go home. Are those my panties?”
She did it perfectly, even better than I had hoped. I could see the man relax a bit now that he thought they were alone.
“Were you smelling my panties, daddy?”
He cleared his throat again and started “Well… I…”
“I knew why you do it daddy” she said as she stepped forward.
“You shouldn’t be here honey”
“It feels good, doesn’t it, daddy?” she said seductively and made another step. She was now standing directly above his lap, her legs slightly spread. She mostly blocked my view of her father, but I bet he was looking at her with pure lust.
“What, honey?” he groaned. 
“Fucking” she said as she pulled her father’s hand from his crotch and pressed it against her breast. Then she repeated this with his other hand and leaned forward a bit. I could see between her legs and saw the man’s huge cock point up at her moist pussy. 
“Do you want to fuck me, daddy?” she said, lowering herself a fraction of an inch, just enough to let the tip touch her lips for the briefest of moments.
“Do you?”
“God, yes! I can’t help it” he groaned
“Say it daddy, say it and you can have me” 
“God, Misty, I want to fuck you so bad” he groaned.
“Take me to the bedroom daddy” 

The man, delirious with lust, kicked off his shorts, scooped his daughter off the floor and carried her the ten steps to the bedroom. There he laid her on her back and dove headfirst between her legs. Misty made soft mewling sounds as her father ate her pussy, and within minutes I saw the first signs of a massive orgasm. After only a quick fuck with her brother, she had lots of pent up sexual energy still stored in her sexy body, and soon she reached her first climax with her father. Her hips thrust in the air and fists clenched the sheets as she came, biting her lips to keep quiet.

Having made her cum two, three times more on his tongue, he finally got up and pulled her in his arms again, kissing her passionately. She then untangled herself from his arms, got on her knees and grabbed her father’s cock. His swollen penis looked truly massive in her small hands as she jacked him off with both hands and licked the big round head.
“Baby, don’t” he groaned, and for a moment I feared he was going to send Misty away. “You’ll make me cum if you don’t stop now”
Misty didn’t listen to his warning and kept jacking him off until suddenly his cock jerked upward and spat out a thick, white jet of sperm all over her face. Two more jets landed on her lips and cheeks before she could catch the remainder of his load in her mouth. I quickly shot another few pictures, pictures that wouldn’t have looked out of place in any porno magazine.
Misty’s father groaned loudly as his daughter closed her lips on the tip and sucked, drinking every last drop straight from his cock. Misty had trouble taking his cock in her mouth, and even when she did, only the tip fit inside. Still she managed to suck him back to hardness. When she was assured he was ready to go again, she got back on the bed. She got on her hands and knees, looked to her father behind her and, pushing her ass up in the air, told him to fuck her.

The man didn’t have to be told twice, as he got behind her and aimed his cock at his daughter’s dripping wet pussy. I didn’t expect Misty would be able to accommodate such a big penis, but when her father applied a bit of pressure, she opened up and the tip slipped in her. A yelp of joy sounded from the girl, telling us all how good it felt. Reassured, he renewed his grip on her waist and pressed on again. Aided by his daughter’s plentiful lubricating juices, his cock slid all the way inside her with amazing ease. He didn’t gave the girl much time to get used to his cock, because as soon as his hips touched her butt, he pulled back and thrust it into her again.

Again she looked behind again, not at her father this time, but at me; smiling in heavenly bliss as she was finally fucking her father. I smiled back at her and she turned back, her attention now solely on her father and his powerful cock. I shot a final few pictures of our neighbor fucking his daughter and got out of my hiding place. My plan to get pictures of them together had worked beautifully, and I could leave now, leaving the incestuous couple to their passionate lovemaking. I sneaked out the RV, leaving Misty in the capable hands of her father, just as another orgasm took hold of her body.

When I came home, the rest of the family was waiting for me. I could see mom was worried.
“What is going on, Nick said we were getting arrested?” dad asked
“We can rest assured now; I don’t think they will go to the police”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because right now, our neighbor is fucking his daughter.”
“Is he?” mom asked surprised.
“We need proof” dad said.
“Do you want photo, or video?” I asked, handing him my camera.
“Oh, this is brilliant, Val” dad said as he saw the picture of Misty on her hands and knees, getting fucked by her father. “I could kiss you right now”
“By all means, don’t let me stop you” I laughed.
There was a sigh of relief in the caravan. We knew we had dodged a bullet. Dad launched himself from his chair and grabbed me, tearing off my bikini and throwing me on the bed. Seconds later he was naked too and all over me. We all fucked on the big bed again, but this time we did it without making a single noise. Then we went out for dinner and as soon as we were back, we fucked until the sun went down.

The next morning we got up early, ready to leave at daybreak. But first, dad had to confront our neighbors, in case Misty’s father still intended to inform the police. Before could leave the caravan, there was a knock on the door. It was Misty, carrying a little red bikini and matching scarf.

She hugged me for a long time, thanking me again and again. She said she was a bit sore from fucking her father’s big dick all night, but that she had cum more times than she could count.
“Wait, he fucked you all night?”
“OMG yes, I’ve never been fucked this much. It was like daddy’s cock never went down at all; he just fucked me again and again and again”
“But where was your mother during this?” mom asked.
Misty bit her lip, realizing she told something she shouldn’t have.
“I’m not supposed to tell anyone, but mom spent the night with Luke on the folding bed. Dad’s cock may be too big for her, but Luke’s fits just fine” she giggled. 
“Huh, when did that happen?”
“When did you leave? Was it before or after daddy came in my pussy?”
“I don’t know. He was fucking you doggy style”
“Ehm, I think that was before. Well, after he came, I sucked his cock again and we did it once more, with me on top. The second time we fucked he lasted really long before he came, and we sort of fell asleep right after. That’s how mom found us; naked on the bed and a big pool of dad’s cum between my legs.”
“Did she freak?”
“No, not at all; she was, like, happy for us. Dad was completely honest, crying almost. He said he loved her so much, but that he also was a man. And then he told her everything; about how much he had wanted to fuck me and how jealous he was of you guys. He told her he was jacking off in the toilet after seeing my pussy and that he must have forgotten the lock. He said I caught him and that one thing lead to the next and that we ended up in bed together.”

I grinned. “That’s one way of telling it. Did she believe him?”

“I think so. She asked me if that was true and I said yes. Then she asked me if his cock had not hurt me and I said that it was the best thing I had ever felt. Then she laughed and said she was glad and gave us her blessing.”
“But how did Luke get involved?”
“That was a kind of mix-up. When Luke came home, a few minutes after mom, we were all in bed, hugging and kissing. He must have thought we were having a threesome, so he got in with us and kissed me and mom too. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but a few minutes later mom’s dress was on the floor and Luke was her between legs, his cock inside her, and she was cumming over and over again.”

There was another, firmer knock on the door. For a moment the fear of being arrested was back. Cautiously I peeked through the window.
“It’s her dad” I whispered.

Mom was the closest to the door and let Misty’s father in. It was like he had become a totally different person. Nothing in his soft demeanor reminded me of the grumpy uptight man I had been so afraid of, mere hours before. 
“I guess I owe you guys an apology” he said and handed mom a small yellow envelope. She looked inside and retrieved a few Polaroid pictures of me, Nick, mom and dad fucking in various sexual positions on the big bed. “I think Misty has spilled our little secret already?” he asked.
Mom nodded, confirming his suspicions.
“That’s okay; I just wanted to say I was an idiot, and I’m sorry. I have to thank you all for showing me, also on behalf of my wife. I’ve never seen her this happy”
“Thank you, mr…”
“Nash”
“Thank you, Mister Nash. Here, please keep this one” she said, handing him one of the photos. It was a picture of the four of us in the bed, all fucked out. There was no sexual activity in the photo, but when you knew the context, it said more than a thousand words. 
“Keep it as a little memento, like the ones we took of you”
The man looked surprised
“What?”
“I think we owe you an apology as well.” mom said. “You see, when I heard you wanted to go to the police, I had to protect my family. I came to your RV to talk you out of it. When I heard what was going on inside I broke in and took these pictures of you and Misty. I was planning to use them for leverage, but I guess we won’t be needing them now” she said, showing him the photos on my camera.
“Apologies accepted” Mr. Nash laughed. 
I copied the pictures to a flash drive and gave it to them. A few minutes later, we said goodbye as friends. I got a final farewell hug from Misty and the two walked out, his arm loosely around her waist.

Dad reminded us we had to go. We attached the caravan to the car and piled inside. As we drove off, our neighbors were waiting for us at the park entrance and waved until they were nothing but specks on the horizon. 

“Where are we going now, dad?” Nick asked, as we approached the first major intersection.
“I eh… I don’t know” he said, fumbling with the map.
“I don’t care where we go, as long as there’s a big soft bed and four solid walls around it” I added.
“You know, I think we have all of those at home” Nick joked.
“If we’ll take the interstate, we can be there before nightfall” mom chipped in.

Dad didn’t say anything, just steered left, heading home.

Try Me by SquattingEagle

Introduction:

The story of how I walked into the bathroom without knocking and learned to become a man.Try me

I came home from riding my bike in the scorching midday sun, feeling heated and a little dehydrated. It was my own fault; with temperatures reaching over 100 degrees, it might not have been the most ideal time of day for outdoor exercise, but I was a bit pressed for time. I was supposed to enter a race next week, and as I was still recovering from a mild case of the flu, I had taken out my bike and made a fifty-mile practice round in the hills to see if I was up for it. I was worn-out and a bit sore, but it felt good and my time was even better than I had hoped. I was confident that, if I ate well and hit the gym every day, I’d be back in shape for the race. 

I parked my racing bike in the garage, took off my shoes and walked back to the house. As I entered the house, it appeared to be deserted. I called out to say I was home, but there was no response. It wasn’t that unusual, and it didn’t necessarily mean there was nobody home. My sister was probably in her room, talking on the phone or listening to her music, and who knows what my parents were up to. I was racking my brain trying to remember if mom had said anything about being away today or if she’d left any instructions for dinner. Maybe there was a memo from her on the fridge. As I walked into the kitchen, I was greeted by the smell of my mother’s famous lasagna cooking in the oven. There was no note, but at least I knew I wasn’t expected to do any cooking today.

I poured myself a large glass of Gatorade and then chased it down with a glass of water. A quick glance at the kitchen timer told me there were still thirty minutes before the lasagna was done, so there was ample time for me to grab a shower. I ran upstairs, pulling off my shirt as I went. The light was on in the bathroom, but the door was ajar. Without thinking, I pushed open the door and entered the bathroom. What I saw inside, stopped me dead in my tracks and made my jaw drop.

Right in front of me was my mother, sitting on the rim of the tub and calmly painting her toenails. She had a towel tied around her breasts, but it did little to protect her modesty. Because of the way she was sitting, with one foot on the floor and the other up on the rim, I was staring right between her legs. To my shock, I was being treated to a breathtaking view of my mother’s naked pussy. I could see all of its forbidden glory, from her immaculately shaven pubic mound to her puckered asshole, and just about everything in between.

There was no way mom could not have noticed me standing in the doorway, but she didn’t acknowledge my presence and kept applying red lacquer to each of her little toenails. She didn’t even close her legs or covered her pussy up in any way. The sight of her naked sex was incredibly alluring, and even though I was well aware this was my mother I was gawking at, I could not stop myself from looking. 

I don’t know how long I was standing there; I had lost all track of time as I studied the intimate details of my mother’s sex. It was the first real naked pussy I had ever seen, and I thought it was the most intriguing, and in its own way, beautiful thing in the world. She had fat outer labia that were parted slightly, just enough to reveal the fleshy fold covering her clit and her wrinkly inner lips. The smaller inner lips protruded a little from the outer lips and had a soft coral shade that contrasted beautifully with the pale, milky skin that surrounded them. 

The thing that struck me most was how perfectly smooth she was. There was not a single little hair on her mons or pussy, and not even the slightest trace of stubble. Either she had it professionally done, or she had shaved her pussy just prior to me barging in. 

“What’s the matter, son?” mom suddenly asked. She had finished painting the nails of her left foot and was now looking at me, not in the least alarmed or angered by me ogling her. In fact, as she sat up, she opened her legs a little wider. The subtle, but calculated move exposed even more of her forbidden treasures. The chubby outer lips parted a little more and the dainty inner lips opened like a flower. I could now see the glossy pink inside of her vulva and all the delicate folds and ridges designed to give ultimate pleasure to an invading cock. With a bit of a shock I realized that my mother’s pussy was soaking wet, and it was not from the shower.

I hurriedly mumbled an apology and averted my gaze, ready to dash to my room, lock the door and jack off until my cock was raw, and my balls were dry.

“Go ahead, look at me” she said softly but decisively.

I turned my head back and saw my mother was still sitting on the rim of the bath, now leaning back against the tiled wall. She had her hand on her hairless mound and was slowly rubbing her finger over the fleshy fold at the top of her pussy. I wasn’t sure if I could see her clit between her lips, but there definitely was a wrinkled opening where a cock would go. As she moved her fingers over her clit, the little hole opened and closed, like it was winking at me. It seemed so small, so… tight. 

Like her lips, the hole was slick with moisture. As if to illustrate exactly how aroused she was, a tiny bead of juice formed at the entry of her vagina. Like in slow motion I watched the droplet trickle between the pink folds and from there down to her asshole. With a bit of embarrassment, I realized I was imagining what it would feel like to rub the slick juice into her puckered-up asshole.

My cheeks were burning, and I stepped back, ready to flee before I embarrassed myself even more.

“Don’t go away so fast, Mark. Don’t you like looking at me?” Mom said as she continued to finger her pussy for me.

“No, of course not” I stammered.

“That’s not a nice thing to say to a girl. Do you think I’m ugly?”

“No… I didn’t mean it like that, mom”

“So, you do like it?”

“I guess” I whispered, my voice cracking.

She withdrew her hand and closed her legs. I was feeling both disappointed and relieved that the inappropriate peepshow had ended.

“That’s a little better…You still need to learn a lot about women, son”

I stammered another apology, not sure what to do or say.

Mom smiled at me with pity, and finally put her foot down on the ground. She got up, and for a moment I thought the awkward conversation was over, but then she reached for the knot that secured the towel around her breasts and gave it a little tug. The piece of cloth fell to the floor and now my mother was completely naked. Then she placed her right hand on her hip and transferred most of her weight onto that leg, while slightly bending the other at the knee. Posed like a model, she instinctively emphasized the glorious curves of her mature, feminine figure. 

Once again, I was aware that this was my mother and that I really ought to avert my eyes, but I just had to keep looking, and admire her voluptuous body. She was cursed with the same alabaster skin as my sister. It was almost translucent pale and it forced them to stay in the shade at all times to avoid a severe sunburn, but god, did it look good naked. From her auburn hair to the freshly painted crimson toenails, I could not find a single imperfection. 

I had always known my mother was a good-looking woman, but I never could have suspected she was so absolutely breathtaking. Posed like she was, her body seemed like it was made of the purest white marble, like a masterly sculpted statue of a beautiful goddess. Her breasts were perfectly round and remarkably firm and full for a woman in her late thirties and mother of three. The milky white globes were adorned by a pair of extremely kissable nipples with dimpled areolae in a reddish shade of pink that stood out beautifully against the creamy skin and matched the coral shade of her pussy lips. Looking down I noticed her stomach was still tight, despite her pregnancies. There was a slight definition of the abdominal muscles, but enough padding to give her a pleasing, womanly figure.

At the place where her long legs met, the soft curves of her lower abdomen flowed into the swelling of her pubic mound. Because of the way she was she was standing, I couldn’t see much of her pussy. Only the top of her cleft and part of the clitoral hood were visible, the dainty inner lips were completely hidden. Her closed lips gave her pussy a clean look that couldn’t be more different from the raw, aroused way she had displayed it earlier. Clean or raw, I loved it.

It suddenly occurred to me that I was taking way too much time gazing at my mother’s naked body and quickly looked up. She was looking into my eyes and I got the feeling she could read my every thought. I felt my cheeks blush. 

“So, you ‘guess’ you like my pussy?” she asked, smiling again.

“No!.. I mean… Well…ehm… You’re my mother… and…” I stammered, struggling to think while my subconscious was still drinking in her nakedness.

She gave me a sly smile and said, “Let me tell you a little secret; all mothers have pussies.”

“I know, but…”

“Let me ask it differently. Do you want to fuck me?”

“No!” I gasped.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Because your pants are telling me something quite different.”

I looked down and had to acknowledge the fact that my cock was erect, and very visibly so. In fact, instead of concealing my erection, the spandex cycling bottoms I wore only emphasized it. I wished I was wearing a sturdy pair of jeans instead of the tight bottoms, or at least still had my shirt on. Anything to cover up the obscene tent in my shorts.

“Sorry mom”

“Don’t sweat it, it’s only natural. Besides, it is the most sincere compliment a handsome young man can pay a woman.”

“Err… you’re welcome?”

Mom chuckled softly and turned her back to me. She placed her right foot on the rim of the tub and she began to paint the other set of nails. I knew she wouldn’t allow me to leave, so I stayed there and watched as she put on another show for me. It was obvious that painting her toenails was just an excuse to show off her body; she was deliberately flaunting her long, shapely legs and firm round ass. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave me another seductive smile and then bent over a little more and slightly tilted her hips. I felt my cock throb as this move exposed her asshole again, along with the lower part of her pussy.

The fat outer lips looked even more swollen than before. They were parted slightly, just enough to show off the coral pink folds between them. There definitely was a sheen of wetness on her lips and inner thighs, indicating her state of arousal.

After a painful minute of silence, mom spoke again. “I can feel your eyes on me. Are you imagining how good it would feel to push that stiff cock of yours deep into my wet, hot pussy?”

I now knew ‘no’ wasn’t the right answer. ‘Yes’ didn’t seem right either.

“I can’t do that, you’re my mother”

“You can’t? Or just don’t dare to?”

I was completely lost for words, again feeling the urge to run away.

“There’s nothing wrong with a little fantasy, son… But let me reveal another secret to you: Even mothers love to have their pussies fucked by a big, hard cock.”

“Not by their sons!”

“You’re probably right for most mothers, but… You can never be sure, can you?”

“I…”

“Why don’t you just try me?” she said, arching her back, and pushing up her ass even more. She was clearly offering her pussy for me to fuck.

It was like something inside me snapped, and I stepped into the bathroom. Halfway the room I had freed my cock from its tightly stretched confines and with two steps more I was completely naked. My erect cock was standing up proudly, bigger, and harder than it had ever been. It was drooling precum and ready for action, eager to penetrate its very first pussy. With one more step, I was behind my mother, my cock in hand, the tip only an inch from her heated sex.

I think part of me was still expecting her to stop me, but as a virgin who was dying to experience his first fuck, I simply had to go for it. My cock made contact with the delicately soft wetness of my mother’s pussy and then I felt her velvet lips part and kiss the tip of my cock. As I slid the swollen head between her slick folds, not quite knowing what to do, my cock caught the mouth of my mother’s vagina and nestled itself against the tight, little hole.

My heart was pounding. I could hardly believe it; I was one thrust away from being inside a real pussy and forever ending my life as a virgin! As I pushed my hips forward, mom’s pussy opened up and let me in. It was unbelievable, just awesome. For a wonderful moment part of my cock was enveloped by my mother’s heavenly vagina. She was tight, but I slid in smoothly, helped by my precum and her own copious lubrication. I was only halfway in and the feeling of her pussy already surpassed even the best wet dream I ever had. In fact, it was feeling so good, I was already beginning to worry about cumming prematurely, when mom suddenly jumped up, turned around and slapped me in the face.

“Now what kind of girl do you think I am?” she hissed as she stepped back and covered her body with a towel. “Go to your room and think about what you just did”

Just before I exited the bathroom she called for me again. She had covered most of her body with the towel again and almost looked decent. “Dinner is in 20 minutes”

I retreated to my room, ashamed and utterly confused. I really thought mom wanted to have sex with me. The signs had been clear; she even said she wanted it. But then she didn’t and slapped me. And on top of that, the next moment she acted like nothing had happened, like she wasn’t angry at all.

My cock had rapidly deflated after my mother’s sudden and forceful rejection, but now that I was reliving the series of events that led up to me having my penis in my mother’s pussy, it was growing back to full hardness. The skin was still moist and sticky from her lubricating juices and I could actually see how far I had made it inside her. 

Not even half my cock, just the first two and a half inches had penetrated my mother’s pussy, and for only a fraction of a second. I didn’t even know whether I was technically still a virgin or not. Not that it mattered, I could never tell anyone I sort of fucked my mother anyway. But the sensation of her slick, tight pussy had made a lasting imprint on my brain. I could still feel how smooth and hot she had been and how her muscles had embraced my shaft once I had pushed the bulbous head past her tight entrance. I longed to feel it again and could only imagine how incredible it would feel to be fully inside and slide in and out, truly fucking her and, oh god, flood her insides with sperm. 

I wiped my finger through the gooey residue that coated the end of my penis. The juice was a bit like saliva, but thicker and more slippery. However, it was fast becoming less slick and more sticky as it was drying rapidly. More than ever, I wished I was limber enough to suck my own cock and be able to sample my mother’s female juices. But after years of trying, I had reluctantly learned to live with the fact that I couldn’t. 

As I was studying the sticky coating, I heard mom shut the bathroom door and walk down the stairs. It reminded me that this whole adventure got started because I was going to take a shower before dinner, so I tucked my cock back in my shorts and nervously got back to the bathroom. I dreaded to return to the scene of the crime, but I really needed that shower. The light was off, but still I knocked and waited a full minute before I dared to enter. Even though I knew mom was in the kitchen downstairs, it was a relieve that there was no answer. I quickly took off my dirty gear and jumped under the shower. I soaped up my body and washed off the dried sweat and dust. 

As I washed my lower abdomen and then my steel hard cock, I realized that there was no way it was ever going to soften unless I released some of the excess pressure my balls first. My soapy hand was no comparison to my mother’s velvety pussy, but it did the job. Literally within seconds, I was firing thick ropes of cum at the glass screen. Despite it being a much needed and incredibly satisfying orgasm, I knew one cum was not enough to keep my cock down. I kept pumping my fist until a second orgasm followed only minutes later.

The second time I came, my load was just as big and shot out with equal force as the first. My heart was pounding and my head was spinning, but my cock was at last deflating. I knew there was a lot more sperm left in my balls and I doubted if I would be able to keep my cock in its flaccid state for long when I had to face mom. Dinner was in less than ten minutes, so I had to take the risk. Besides, the water was beginning to cool and I had to get out the shower anyway. I quickly rinsed off the soap and shampoo, washed away all the incriminating globs of sperm that were oozing down the frosted glass and got out of the shower. 

I quickly dried myself off and put on a fresh set of clothes. As I opened the hamper to drop in my sweat stained cycling outfit, I saw a red lace thong draped neatly on top of the dirty laundry. It was mom’s used underwear and she had obviously laid it there for me to find. I picked it up and caressed the delicate piece of fabric. The narrow gusset was soaked with mom’s slick juices. I rubbed my finger over the slippery fabric and inhaled my first whiff of pussy. I can’t really say it smelled nice, but I liked it. My heart was pounding, and my cock was swelling again. The scent alone was making me feel delirious with lust and I had to jack off again. 

The third time it took me a little longer to finish and, not surprisingly, I was late for dinner. My parents and sister had already started eating when I came down the stairs. I apologized and sat down next to my older sister, opposite our mother. I thought it would be difficult to face mom, but she was still behaving as if nothing had happened and tried to do the same. Lost for conversation, I started shoveling food in my mouth. My sister was chattering almost continuously, so my silence didn’t attract any attention. 

Of course, when I was sitting at the same table as my mother and had to look at that perfectly shaped body of hers, barely hidden inside her dress, another stubborn erection was inevitable. I had put on a pair of jeans that might be able to restrain and conceal any unwanted erections, but my cock and pants were struggling. I think I managed to keep my hardon hidden from my sister and father, but mom, she knew. 

As soon as dinner was over, I excused myself and ran off to my room. My cock was so hard now, it was hurting like hell. I opened my fly and my cock almost burst free. I retrieved the red thong from under my pillow and deeply inhaled the aroma of the moist gusset. A few dozen strokes later, I was cumming into a tissue. I really had to fuck someone for real, and as soon as possible, or else I was likely to go insane from all the pent-up lust.

I went to bed early that night but couldn’t get any sleep. The feel of my mother’s soft pussy kissing and squeezing my cock was still too real, and for that matter, so was her hand on my face. Over and over I kept reliving the events, trying to make sense of it all. At some point, I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew was waking up from a dream. I remember that I was back in the bathroom with mom. We were both naked on the floor and she was on top of me, plunging that deliciously tight pussy up and down my cock. She was moaning and whimpering and kept telling me how much she loved to fuck her son’s big hard cock. 

Even though it was just a dream, it was prime evidence of how much I needed to feel my mother’s pussy again. The only way for that to happen was to fuck her for real. For that, I needed help.

I couldn’t ask my sister, to whom I usually turned whenever I had girl related questions. She could always tell when I was lying, and she would kill me once she found out what I wanted to do to our mother. My friends wouldn’t be of much help either; they were as clueless about girls as I was. Still, they were my only choice. There was only one of my mates I trusted enough to ask for help. That friend was Chad.

I’d known Chad for almost my entire life. I knew most of his secrets and he knew most of mine. Even if he couldn’t help me, it might be therapeutic to tell him my story. My plan was to stay as close to the truth as possible without revealing it was my mother who I sort of fucked. 

The next day I managed to get to him alone and I related my story. I concocted a story about me sleeping over at a friend’s house and having an accidental encounter with this friend’s naked sister, who then lured me into her bedroom and spread her legs for me. In my story the sister then told me how much she loved to fuck and that I should try it with her. I told him that I got in bed with her and between her legs, but that when I pushed my cock inside her, she slapped me in the face and told me to get out of her room. 

Chad’s reaction was not quite what I expected.

“You’d better not be talking about MY sister” he hissed, his eyes flashing with anger and his body tensing up as if he was ready to punch me in the face.

I quickly reassured him, surprised by this unexpected burst of hostility. “No man, of course not. I can’t say who it is, but she is older than me”

“I am older than you” he said, hinting at the fact that his twin sister would also be older than me.

“No, I mean like a LOT older”

He looked at me for a while, searching for evidence of me planning to get inside his sister’s pants. There was a fierce anger burning in his eyes, but it faded quickly as he apparently found no sign of me wanting to defile his sister.

“Okay then. Because if you were, I’d have to kill you”

“Yeah right”

Again, I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. For a moment I feared he wasn’t joking and might actually hurt me.

“I swear. Honestly, it’s not her. Relax”

“Okay.”

“Right”

He sat down and sipped from his glass of coke. He was thinking for a moment, mulling over the story I told him.

“So, this girl came to you naked and just asked you for sex?” he asked matter-of-factly. If he had any doubts about the truthfulness of my account, he didn’t show it. 

“Not exactly, I walked in on her. Accidentally”

“Naked?”

“She, not me”

“And then she asked you to fuck her?”

“I couldn’t believe it either.”

“So, did you?”

“Of course. Didn’t get far though”

“Because that’s when she slapped you?”

“Yes. Quite hard too”

“Wimp”

I punched him in the shoulder. A little too hard, but he deserved it.

“Chill, dude, just kidding! Anyway, do you want to know what you did wrong?”

I sat down again and waited for him to enlighten me.

“Do you remember my dad’s magazines?”

Of course, I remembered them. We were mere boys when Chad discovered his father’s hidden collection of erotic magazines. A three feet high pile of the finest smut ever created before the invention the internet. Not only were there lots of old playboys, but also European magazines that showed absolutely every detail of the female body and all the nastiest kinds of sex imaginable. Over the years, my friend had made a small fortune lending the dirty mags to our mates in school, but I could borrow them all for free. I studied them all, multiple times. It was great jack-off material, but I just couldn’t fathom how a stack of dirty magazines was going to help me get into my mother’s panties.

“Yeah, why?”

“Haven’t you learned anything from the letters and articles?”

“To be honest, I never really paid much attention to any of the… eh… articles”

“That’s exactly what I mean. In case you hadn’t noticed, girls are more than tits and pussy.”

“I know that! I’m not an idiot”

“You have to chat them up first, you know, get them horny”

“Believe me, she was horny. Dripping wet pussy, hard nipples, everything. She was horny.”

“Okay, but did you kiss her?”

“No” I said. It hadn’t even occurred to me to do that.

“Did you feel her up? Touch her or play with her boobs?”

“No…” I repeated a little insecure.

“Did you kiss her pussy or make her cum?”

“…no…” I whispered, beginning to feel like an idiot.

“You didn’t even finger her?”

I shook my head, reluctant to admit I hadn’t done that either. 

“Are you beginning to see a pattern here?”

I nodded sheepishly.

“So, you practically raped this girl and you think it’s strange you got slapped in the face?”

“It… It wasn’t like that…” I stammered “She really wanted it”

“That’s what all rapists say” he joked.

I punched him again and he conceded, laughing.

“Do you know what you did wrong?” he asked after a minute.

“I guess”

“Remember to do those things first. Don’t try to fuck her like an oversexed virgin”

“Who are you calling an oversexed virgin?” I scowled.

“Will you see her again?”

“Of cou… eh… I mean yes, I think so”

“If you get another chance, remember to do all those things and you’ll get to fuck her for sure.“

“For sure?”

“If there’s any truth in all those magazines, it’ll work. I promise”

Two days later, I had another chance. It was a Saturday afternoon and mom had just returned from playing tennis with her friends. Like the first time, my dad and sister were out, and mom was in the bathroom. I knew she had been in there for over half an hour now. For the last five minutes I had been pacing back and forth in front of the door, gathering the courage to push it open. The words of my friend resonated in my mind, but every time I had myself almost convinced, I felt mom’s hand slapping my face, and my resolve to enter the bathroom waned. Finally, I decided to go ahead, took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

“Well, that took you long enough” mom said, looking up. 

She was sitting on the rim of the tub, just like last time, and like before, she had one foot raised in front of her and the other on the floor, her beautiful pussy once more completely exposed. The only difference this time was that, instead of lacquering her toenails, she now was shaving her long legs. Also, there was no towel hiding those gorgeous firm breasts. 

“Huh?” I asked eloquently. 

“I was expecting you.”

I guess my return was a bit predictable, inevitable even. Offer a virgin teenaged boy the faintest possibility of sex, and he’s bound to grab that chance with both hands.

Her forwardness was intimidating, and I almost regretted opening that door. 

“Please, if you want to come inside… close the door. You do want to… come… inside, don’t you?”

I obeyed, too embarrassed to react to her obvious double entendre.

“Did you want to say something?” she said, smiling mischievously and at the same time subtly spreading her legs a little more. The hairless outer lips parted and again I was treated to a view of the beautiful coral pink interior of my mother’s vulva. There was no need for that move, other than her wanting to expose herself to me. It both scared me and made me want to fuck her even more. 

I took a deep breath and walked up to her. “I eh, I wanted to try… you…”

Mom looked at me for a second and chuckled.

“You wanted to try me?”

“Yes… please, mom?”

“Sure, baby” she laughed.

I knew she meant well, but the way mom was laughing only made me feel even smaller and more insecure than I already was. Nevertheless, I took her hand, and pulled her onto her feet. Taking the biggest gamble of my life, I pulled my mother in my arms and kissed her right on her mouth. When my lips touched mom’s, I half expected her to slap my face again, but she didn’t. It gave me just enough courage to open my mouth a little and lick her lips with my tongue. Almost immediately mom opened her mouth and let her tongue snake out to play with mine. I was surprised to learn that my mother was such a great kisser. I had kissed a few girls before, but never had it been as intensely erotic as this. The fact that this time I was holding a stark-naked woman in my arms, might have helped too.

I was so absorbed by the kiss, it was only after some time that I remembered there were other things mentioned in the magazines, things I had to do as well before I could make another attempt at penetration. Following Chad’s instructions, I wrapped my arms around my mother’s waist and pulled her firmly against me. Moving with me, she pressed her naked breasts against my chest and slowly humped my leg with her hot pussy. While our tongues continued to play, I moved my hands further down her back. They were trembling as I moved past the small of her waist and towards the flare of her hips. Then, as I still didn’t get slapped, I moved even lower and reached the forbidden territory of my mother’s bare ass. I excitedly grabbed one round cheek, then moved across the gap and felt the other. She moaned softly into my mouth and adjusted her stance, so her pussy was now rubbing directly on my erection. I was beginning to believe things might actually going to end well this time.

While I continued to fondle and grope mom’s fine ass with one hand, I moved the other up the front of her body. Taking another big gamble, I moved over her breast and cupped it in my hand. My mother’s breast was as soft and smooth as it had been in my dreams and surprisingly full and firm. I felt her erect nipple dig into the flesh of my palm and I moved my hand, so it was in reach of my fingers. Mom groaned softly, her voice dripping with lust as I pinched the rubbery tip.

Mom’s hands moved down to my ass and held me tight while she ground her inflamed pussy on the bulge in my pants. It was obvious she was getting very horny, easily as horny as she had been the first time I tried to fuck her. Things were progressing exactly as planned, and my chances of losing my virginity today were looking better by the minute, but I knew I wasn’t there yet. Most importantly, I had to give her an orgasm before I could make another attempt to penetrate her. At this point, the fear of getting slapped had almost faded completely, so I made my next bold move. I moved my hand to the front and grabbed my mother’s pussy. 

My heart skipped a beat as my fingers touched the moist lips of my mother’s aroused sex. Her pussy was the softest, most delicate thing I had ever felt. It was hot and wet and wonderful. Mom moaned in my mouth as my fingers explored her dripping wet sex. Encouraged by her reaction, I let my finger run all the way down to her moist entrance. Mom’s pussy seemed eager to take me in, but I dared not push my fingers inside her yet. The parts I needed to stimulate first were further up.

Chad had kind of explained the secrets of the female anatomy and what to do with it. It all seemed quite easy and logical, but I found out that in real life it was a lot harder. For starters, most of her pussy was so soft and delicate, I could hardly discern between all the folds and bumps, making it a lot harder to find her clit than I expected. I could, however, find the hood and rubbed my finger over it, hoping this would also stimulate the little nub hidden underneath it. It did elicit another muffled moan, so I kept repeating the move over and over again.

It wasn’t long before mom was humping against my hand and I decided it was time to take that dip inside her. Her hole I could easily find, and I pushed my middle finger into her up to the second knuckle. I waited for a second to gauge her reaction and then began to push my finger in and out of the hole while I also kept rubbing my thumb over the clitoral hood. 

By now I was kissing her, rubbing her clit, fingering her pussy, and groping her breasts as well. I felt like I was juggling with too many balls and began to fear I might have bitten off a bit more than I could chew. However, mom did seem to like what I was doing, so I kept going as best as I could. She was moaning almost continuously, but even after a couple of minutes of fingering she didn’t seem to be cumming soon. I was beginning to feel worried, as I was aching to take that next step, and really had to make her climax first. Making a desperate move, I got on my knees and faced my mother’s sexy pussy. I kissed the smooth mound and then tickled the clitoral hood with the tip of my tongue.

Mom was obviously surprised by my sudden move, but she sat down on the rim of the bath and spread her legs as far as she could, giving me complete access to her pussy. Her clit was hard to miss now. The little pink nub was peeking out from under its hood, and stood out between her lips for maybe a quarter of an inch. Chad assured me that if I kissed and licked a woman there, an orgasm would be inevitable. 

I took a deep breath in anticipation of closing my lips around the top of her slit. The arousing scent emanating from her pussy was overwhelming. There was a hint of floral perfumed shaving cream, but mostly I filled my lungs with her natural female fragrance. High on her pheromones I placed my lips right on her clitoral hood. Mom involuntary pushed up her hips and pressed her moist lips against my mouth. As I opened my mouth to give her another kiss, suddenly found myself eating her pussy.

I don’t know what I expected, but I was surprised to learn mom’s pussy tasted a little bitter, a little sweet, and also a little like fish or maybe lobster. Like the scent of her panties earlier, it didn’t taste nice, but I liked it. The moment I tasted her juices, my cock throbbed and a big squirt of precum soaked the front of my pants. 

I was compelled to lick her again, to taste more of her, and to give her more pleasure. It was obvious mom appreciated my enthusiasm, as her hands grabbed my head and held my mouth firmly positioned on her pussy. I lapped my mother’s lips and kissed her clit until her legs began to quiver. It looked like she was going to cum soon, and I was beginning to feel quite confident. I took her clit between my lips and sucked while my tongue circled around the little nub. She uttered a series of high-pitched moans and then she came. Her legs closed around my head, trapping me as she shook and trembled. Her pussy became even wetter when she climaxed, positively gushing her hot liquid into my mouth as I licked and licked and licked.

I knew I had accomplished the first part of my mission when I made her cum, but just to make sure I kept licking, fingering and sucking until she came a second time, less than a minute after her first.

“Please honey” she gasped, “I’m too sensitive right now” as he pulled me away from her by my hair.

I backed away from mom’s pussy and waited for her to recuperate. 

“Did I do it right?” I asked.

She looked at me funny and didn’t answer. I was unsure of what to do now.

“Can I f… try it now mom?” I finally asked.

She just chuckled and closed her legs.

“Please mom, it’s beginning to hurt”

She stood up and wrapped a towel around her chest. Walking out of the bathroom, she shook her head and said “Now, what kind of man are you?

Mom left me alone in the bathroom, puzzled and ashamed. I was sure I had done everything described in the magazines, and done a decent job too. By all rights, I should be fucking my mother’s pussy now, not standing here with a severe case of blue balls. If possible, I was feeling even more confused than the previous time. Before I left the bathroom, I checked the hamper again. Like before, there was a pair of freshly worn panties on top. While sniffing the panties, I rubbed out a quick and very unsatisfying orgasm.

Just like the first time I tried to fuck her, mom behaved as if nothing had happened. Dinner was still very awkward, but not as bad as the first time. I even managed to say a few words. However, at night I replayed the event over and over, trying to find out what went wrong, and why she might have reacted the way she did. Again, I was lost for answers. The next day, I talked to my friend again. Though his advice had so far done little to help me losing my virginity, he was still my only choice, my only confidant.

“I did everything you told me. I kissed her, touched her, her breasts and pussy. I even licked her down there and I made her cum twice, but she wouldn’t let me fuck her”

“Are you sure you made her cum? Wasn’t she like, faking it?”

“Of course I’m sure, I mean, she was moving around and moaning just like when she’s fucking dad and-”

“She’s fucking your dad?” Chad interrupted me.

“Well, I mean…“ I stammered, searching for an answer to explain everything without revealing my secret.

“I see” Chad said. “This woman you almost fucked… You’re talking about your mother, right?”

“No!” I stammered, blushing.

“It’s okay… I understand.” he said. “Really… I understand”

The way he emphasized those last words told me he was serious.

“You understand? You mean you… your mom?”

“Gross! Eh, well, if my mom looked like yours, I might. But she’s not the one I’m talking about”

“Then who are you talking about”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Scout’s honor”

“Fuck you”

“Okay, I promise”

Chad hesitated for a moment, then said only one word. “Jessica”

“Jessica? Your sister Jessica?” I asked.

He nodded, smiling with pent up pride at his forbidden conquest.

“Wow! You fucked Jessica?”

“Sure, we’ve done it like a hundred times now”

“Wow…. and I thought you were still a virgin”

“Yeah, well… fucking your sister is not really something one boasts about”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I guess you do.”

“Won’t she be mad you told me?”

“Not if we tell her that you fucked your mom. Sort of. Or want to, at least.”

“You can’t tell her that!”

“I think we should”

“Why”

“Don’t you understand? You need female advice, and Jessica is the only girl that might understand your situation.”

He was right. Reluctantly I followed him upstairs, to his sister’s bedroom.

Jessica was sitting at her desk, working on her laptop and turned around as she heard us enter. Chad’s twin sister was looking like any ordinary, slightly-above-averagely attractive girl. While nowhere near as sexy and curvaceous as my mom, Jessica still had a nice body, and hidden below her blouse was a nice set of small, perky breasts. Until now I only regarded her as my friend’s nerdy sister, but now I couldn’t help but imagine her naked, riding her brother’s erect cock towards orgasm. I even wondered whether she shaved her pussy or not, and if her scent and taste were as intoxicating as mom’s.

Chad’s sister looked at us for a second and I swear, it was like she could read my mind. The smile on her face disappeared and she crossed her arms shielding her chest from my view.

“OMG! You dweeb! You told him!” she said, angrily addressing her brother.

“Yes, I did, but-“

“How could you? I specifically asked you not to tell anyone!”

“Yes, but-”

“Do you know what will happen if they find out about us?”

“Of course I do”

“Then how could you be so stup-“

“He needs your help Jessie” Chad interrupted his sister.

“Why?”

“He needs female advice and you’re the only woman we can trust.” 

“And why should I help him? Is he blackmailing us?”

“He wants to have sex with his mother”

“…he wants what?” she gasped.

“We need your help, so Mark here can fuck his mom”

Jessica looked at me for a moment, dumbstruck. Something in my demeanor, probably my red cheeks and stupid grin, led her to believe her brother was sincere.

“Your… mom?” she asked.

I nodded.

“And you need my help?”

“Yes, please” 

“Okay… but why? I mean, what can I possibly do to help?”

I told her my story, the complete and true story. She listened carefully and without judging me, just laughed softly as I related getting slapped in the face. After I had finished my story, I asked her if she knew what I did wrong.

“You made her cum, that’s a good thing. It took him quite a few more times to achieve that” she said, pointing at her brother who was looking rather embarrassed.

“Yeah, but it didn’t work. I mean not as it was supposed to”

“Oh, but that’s not where you went wrong”

“What’s that?”

“It was when you asked her. You should have fucked her”

“But when I tried fucking her without her permission, she slapped me in the face”

“Yes, but you didn’t just ask her; you were begging. There’s nothing more pathetic than a man begging for sex, especially when she’s as ready as your mom obviously was”

“Then what should I have done?”

She thought for a minute, searching for the right words.

“Well… first you need to… be gentle” she began, “and always take care of her needs, but also… be a man, be strong. I don’t mean, like, force yourself on a girl, but make her want you and then take her. Don’t be a wimp; if she’s ready, you should go for it. And if she isn’t in the mood or if there’s anything else, you’ll know soon enough.”

I went home feeling a little wiser and with new hope. As I entered the house, I was greeted by my dad and sister who were watching TV in the den. I greeted them back and then walked on to the kitchen, where my mother was working on our evening meal. 

As I came in, she stood with her back to me and was stirring vigorously into a sauce pan. I had a admit she was looking extremely sexy in her simple red dress and white apron. The scarlet fabric clung to her shapely body, and the string of her apron emphasized the luscious curves of her slim waist. But by far the most beautiful was her fine ass, which was wiggling alluringly as she was whisking the sauce. Although I knew we weren’t alone in the house, I decided to take a chance and put Jessica’s advice into practice. This time I would show mom I could be a man as well as a lover.

“Hi mom” I said as I stepped up to her, nuzzled her neck and gave her a kiss from behind. She was surprised by me greeting her like that, but didn’t tell me to stop. I reached underneath her apron and fondled her breast through her dress while I kept planting kisses in her neck. To my delight I felt that mom wasn’t wearing a bra under her dress. Her nipples were still slumbering, but they roused quickly as I rolled them between my fingers. I could feel the little bumps her hard nipples were making in her dress.

My hips were pressed against her tight ass, and I made sure she’d feel my hard cock as I kissed her. She groaned softly and although she tried not to, I felt her push back against my erection. 

“No Mark, not now” she whispered. 

“Shhhh” I said, grabbing her breast again.

“No, your father and sister are home”

“I don’t care, mom” I said. “I want you, and I know you want it too”

Mom protested again, but the tone of her voice was telling me something quite different from the words. There was a need, expressed by the huskiness of her voice, a need for cock. It seemed mom was always ready and always horny. I kissed her neck again and moved my other hand between her legs. Mom groaned softly as I pressed my hand against her pussy and rubbed it back and forth. Even through the multiple layers of cloth, I could feel the damp heat of her aroused sex. She was too far gone to stop me. Despite her continued protests, she placed her feet a little wider apart, giving be better access to her pussy. 

I kept kissing and nibbling her neck and hiked up the front of her dress at the same time. It wasn’t long before I reached the hem and I let my hand slide down the front of her panties. Her arousal was undeniable; her lips and clit were already swollen with need and moist from her juices. I reached down into her wetness and with my now slick finger I made circular motions around her sensitive little clit. 

Mom groaned again and really pushed her ass against my erection. Her body was begging for penetration, but I wasn’t going to give in just yet. The last time I made that mistake, it resulted in me getting slapped in the face. It was a lesson I learned the hard way, and I hadn’t forgotten it. I pushed two fingers into her hole and moved them in and out while I simultaneously rubbed her clit with my thumb. With one hand on her breasts, one on her pussy, my lips in her neck and my hardon between her butt cheeks, mom was being attacking her from four sides, and finally she submitted. Less than a minute later, I felt her body tense up and then she groaned softly between her clenched teeth. She did her best to stay quiet, but it was hard to miss her orgasm. The moment she came, her dripping pussy gushed around my fingers, soaking her panties with a hot flood of juice.

While mom was still a little wobbly on her feet, I turned her around, so we were face to face. She looked at me with lust burning in her eyes. I pressed my lips against hers and she kissed me hungrily and ferociously. She was almost ready. While I kept kissing her, I first untied her apron and then began to work on her dress. I soon had loosened the upper row of buttons and then freed her milky white globes from their scarlet cloth prison. I kissed my way down mom’s throat and collar and then latched on to the swollen tips. I sucked her nipples and kissed her breasts and then tore open the last couple of buttons of her dress and let the flimsy garment fall from her shoulders.

My mother was now naked, except for a pair of burgundy silk and lace panties and the high heels on her feet. I kneeled in front of her, grabbed the sodden pair of panties with both hands and pulled them down, past her knees and let them drop on the floor as well. She stepped out of the pile of clothes at her feet, and as I looked up, I was once more staring directly at her beautiful bald pussy. I kissed her smooth mound and tickled her clitoral hood with the tip of my tongue. 

I wasn’t really satisfied with how much I could do with her standing up, but then, while I was trying to think of a way to get her to sit down so I lick her better, mom raised one leg, kicked off her high heels, and placed her foot on my shoulder. Balancing on one leg, she gave me the best access to her pussy as she could. While it was still a little awkward to eat her out in this position, I was able to both lick her coral lips and suckle on her clit. When I also pushed my finger inside her, she quickly came again. 

Mom forgot all about our family in the den as she came and moaned aloud. I could feel her struggle to keep her balance and it was only by holding on to the countertop with both hands that she managed not to fall over. She could of course remove her foot from my shoulder and place it on the floor, but that meant I had to stop licking and fingering, and that was something she definitely did not want.

After I had given her one more orgasm, I got back on my feet and gave her another kiss. At the same time, I opened my pants and pulled out my erect cock. Then I took mom’s hand and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She looked at me with hungry eyes as she stroked and caressed my erection. She was ready. I knew this was a crucial moment. Remembering Jessies words, I knew this was when I had to be firm and show her I could be a real man.

“Suck my cock, mom” I told her.

To my relief and surprise, she nodded and then kneeled in front of me. She pulled down my pants and underwear and began to massage my cock and cum-filled balls.

“Suck it” I groaned between my teeth.

Mom obeyed. She opened her mouth and placed a kiss on the tip. Her lips were so soft on my cock as she kissed and licked my shaft and my balls, taking them into her mouth one by one. Then she moved back up and closed her lips around the head and sucked gently. Though I didn’t have any reference to go by, I knew she was giving me a first-class blowjob.

Just when I thought nothing could feel any better than this, she swallowed, and my cock sank deep into her throat. Her full, red lips kissed my pubes and I knew she had me all the way into her gullet. My own mom was deep throating me!

The feel and view of my mother sucking my cock was almost too much and I could feel the cum in my ball was beginning to boil. Again, I was unsure what to do: ask her if I could cum in her mouth, or do it without asking. I decided the best choice was to only give her a warning. If she didn’t want to swallow my cum, she could stop now, or else she could keep sucking. That way I could be firm, and gentle at the same time.

“I’m gonna cum” I grunted.

Mom looked up and nodded. Then she moved her head back and my cock slipped out of her mouth. She kept her hand around my shaft and slowly jacked me off until I almost came. I felt a bit disappointed that she wasn’t going to let me cum in her mouth, but then she closed her lips around the head again and applied a strong vacuum. With one hand she rubbed quickly up and down my shaft, while the other fondled my balls and even tickled my asshole. I came almost instantly.

I could barely grunt “Cumming, mom”, before I felt my pelvic muscles contract and that first wonderful wave raced up my cock. 

Mom let me ejaculate my entire load into her mouth and then she swallowed every drop of sperm I had given her. Even when my cock stopped spitting, she kept sucking and massaging me. A minute later, I felt new blood flow to my penis and I knew I would stay hard. I stepped back and pulled my cock from my mother’s mouth. She licked my cum off her lips and swallowed one last time. 

“You taste great, baby” she whispered, and then she stood up.

It was now or never.

“I’m going to fuck you now” I told mom after she got back on her feet. 

She didn’t slap me this time, she didn’t even protest. Instead mom turned around and presented me her beautiful naked ass. I placed my hand between her legs. My finger easily penetrated her dripping pussy. Mom was moving her ass in circles and whimpered softly as I finger fucked her. 

I knew it was going to happen now. Mom was ready for it, and so was I. Like the first time, my cock found my mother’s pussy hole on its own. The dainty lips parted, and my glans settled against her tight entrance. I took a deep breath and then I pushed. Mom made no attempt to stop me. Not when I entered her and not when I bottomed out a fraction of a second later.

I needed a moment to appreciate the feeling of finally having my cock all the way inside my mother’s vagina. There were a thousand new sensations to process, each one even better than the last. My mother’s pussy was tight, soft, slick, wet, hot, and alive. Just having my cock inside her was the best thing ever, yet it paled in comparison to the explosion of pleasure I felt when I started to move in and out.

Immediately my instincts took over and I started to fuck my mother. First a little unsure and shaky, but I soon found the right motions and with it came confidence. My hips hit her round ass on every thrust and the soft squishy noises of her wet pussy were drowned out by the slapping sounds of our bodies colliding and soon also by her increased moaning. 

It wasn’t long before her moans reached that high pitch I had heard so often late at night and her pussy was squeezing my cock as the muscles went crazy. I tried to keep thrusting, but with her shaking like that, I lost my mark. 

While she was still trembling from her orgasm, she turned around and kissed me passionately. Her hands were on my cock, trying to get it back inside her. Being quite a bit shorter than me, she had to stand on her toes and still had to bend my cock down in a painful angle to maneuver the tip between her lips. Getting it inside her was almost impossible.

After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, I grabbed mom’s ass and lifted her onto the countertop. She leaned back against the wall and readily spread her legs for me. Now her pussy was at a perfect height for me to enter, but before I took her again, I gave her dripping pussy another couple of licks and then kissed her milky breast and hard nipples. I bit her softly and pulled on the stiff tips with my teeth. To my surprise, mom really liked a little pain, and by the time I was finished, her breasts were covered in bitemarks. 

As I stood up again, mom draped her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers. She gave me a hot kiss and while I stood huddled over her like that, she made an impatient grab for my cock. With one hand she aimed my penis at her wet hole and used the other to pull me into her. Mom groaned softly in my mouth as my round glans slipped past the tight entrance of her moist vagina. She then renewed her grip on my ass and scooted a little closer to the edge. At the same time, she pulled me all the way inside her, until my pubes were mashed against the bare skin of her cushiony mound. 

“Fuck me, big boy” she whispered and partially released me from her grip, just enough so I could move again. I pulled out a bit and thrust in again. She kept her hands where they were and pulled me into her with each of my thrusts. Without needing to use a single word, she taught me exactly what she liked me to do. Looking down, I witnessed the incredible sight of my cock moving in and out of her beautiful pussy, her coral lips stretched around my shaft, clinging to it as it slid back and forth.

While I continued to thrust deep into her like that, she moved one of her hands to her mons and pressed her index finger down on her clit and played with the tiny protrusion. With me fucking her and her own manual stimulation, it wasn’t long before she was having another massive orgasm. 

She kissed me hungrily, her mouth wide open as she breathed heavily and whispered commands for me to fuck her harder, deeper, and faster. Though I would have loved to obey all her wishes, the pressure inside my balls was reaching breach level. My thrusting was becoming increasingly unsteady as I inevitably raced towards orgasm. Mom noticed the change in my motor skill and rightly guessed what it meant.

“Cum baby, cum for mommy” she pleaded urgently. The fingers on her clit were moving so fast, I couldn’t even see them anymore. Only seconds later she stiffened in my arms, just as a torrent of sperm shot up my urethra and flooded her churning pussy. Jet after jet I fired into my mother in the longest and most intense orgasm I ever had., and by the time I was done, I was feeling so light-headed, I was afraid I might pass out. Somehow, I managed to keep fucking her throughout our mutual orgasm and for as long as possible after, but now my stamina was fading fast and I had to cease thrusting. 

“That was awesome” I whispered and lowered my lips onto my mother’s. Now that the deed was done, I dropped my dominant act and kissed her affectionately.

“You were great” she panted.

“Did I do well?”

“Awesome” she said, exhausted but proud.

“Do you think we can do this again sometime?”

“Anytime”

My wilted cock slipped from her pussy and mom slid off the counter top. While I was still fumbling with my pants, she stumbled out the kitchen door and through the hall into living room, where my dad and sister were still watching TV. She had not put her dress back on, so her naked body and hairless pussy was visible to the entire family.

“Guys…” mom stammered.

One look at his disheveled and well-fucked wife was enough to get my father’s full attention.

“What on earth happened to you?” he asked.

“Well, I… err”

As I stood in the hall, watching mom from behind, I could see a big drop of sperm ooze from her pussy. The thick string of pearly white cum dangled from her swollen lips and then landed on her thigh, where it slowly began to dribble down. There was no way anyone in the room could have missed it.

“Is that… cum?” my sister asked.

“Yes, it is. It’s Mark’s… Let’s say he passed the test… with flying colors”

“So he did, did he?” dad said, a strange smile on his lips.

Mom nodded. “Third time’s a charm”.

She turned around and invited me into the living room.

“Well done, boy!” Dad said as he got out of his chair and gave me a manly hug. “Welcome to the club, son!”

While my mind was still reeling from my first fuck and puzzled from my dad’s unorthodox reaction, it was my sister who really turned my world upside down.

“Does this mean Mark will join the rest of us?” she asked.

“Yes baby. From now on, there are no more secrets in this house” 

“Can he fuck me next?”

“Of course he can, baby. All you have to do is ask”

“Neat!” 

“So, you‘re in this too?” I asked my sister

“Oh yeah, and I’ve been waiting for you to join us. I don’t think daddy’s quite up to the task of keeping two women satisfied”

My sister is an attractive girl with an amazing body. Though I had never even dreamed of her in a sexual way before, I was already looking forward to seeing her naked and have sex with her. She appeared to be just as eager as I was.

“Tell me mom, is my little brother a good lover?”

“Hmmm, he is baby… He’s a natural”

She now looked at me and smiled, her eyes scanning my body and particularly my crotch.

“So, you’re a natural, huh?”

I grinned. “Well… why don’t you try me?”

Behind the Church Shed by Squirrelboy

Introduction:

This is a rewrite of an older story of mine by the same name. The ending has been substantially altered. Please let me know how you like it and why; comments are always appreciated. As I’m a male writing from a female’s point of view I’m especially interested in hearing how women feel about the story.It was a calm, autumn Saturday morning, mostly overcast. Melinda was in her kitchen, washing the dishes, happy for some quiet time away from her husband, Matt, who would be at work until at least sundown. The window looked out toward a large field and the parking lot of the local church.

When the boy came into view, she didn’t think anything of it. Kids came to the church building often, usually to play basketball or to skateboard in the parking lot. She and her husband taught Sunday School to a few of them every week. Melinda would never admit it to anyone, especially not her husband, but one of the things she enjoyed most about teaching was the attention the boys in class showed her. At 27, she wasn’t THAT much older than them, after all, and their raging hormones couldn’t help but admire her.

Melinda was short, had dark, shoulder length hair, and a bust just full enough to contribute to an hourglass figure. She’d never wear anything more revealing than a knee length skirt at church, but that didn’t stop the boys from staring. Once, she and her husband had hosted a pizza party for the kids they taught and she’d decided to have a little bit of extra fun by wearing the tiniest pair of sweat shorts she owned. She thought that her husband would object, but he didn’t even seem to notice… unlike the boys. There were a lot of wide eyes that night.

As the boy out the window walked down the church parking lot, she realized that she knew him. His name was Brian, and he was one of the least popular kids in the congregation; a total geek, with glasses and a very thin build. Melinda had always felt a little bad for him and tended to go out of her way to make him feel important and cared for, since he seemed to not have many friends. Unlike the boy’s peers, Melinda saw that, behind his shyness and slightly nerdy bearing, Brian was actually quite attractive. And once you opened him up, he’d talk to you as freely as anyone else.

She wondered what Brian was doing at the church on a Saturday, all alone. He certainly wasn’t one to play basketball or go skateboarding. And why did he look so nervous? He kept looking around as if to reassure himself that no one was watching. Eventually, he reached the back lawn and made his way to a shed in which the church housed lawn equipment and other random items. He began to scope out the area. Shrugging, Melinda concentrated on her dishes once more, glancing toward Brian every couple of seconds, intrigued.

He took one last furtive glance around and started unbuckling his belt.

Blinking, Melinda put down a glass and reached for a towel. The church doors must be locked, and the poor kid needed a place to use the bathroom. She walked around to the French doors that led to the balcony and walked out, still drying her hands. Her mouth was opening to shout that he could use her bathroom, but the words froze in her mouth. Brian stood behind the shed, completely unaware that she was watching him, pants around his knees. His tidy whiteys were bright in the cloudy light.

And they had a very noticeable bulge in them.

Putting a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle, Melinda decided to let this play out. Besides, she reasoned, cluing him in on her presence would probably make him more embarrassed than peeing his pants. As reasonable as this was, she couldn’t come up with a good justification as to why she was still watching, but she didn’t leave.

Hand still pressed to her lips, Melinda watched as Brian slowly pulled down his underwear, his penis springing free. Her eyebrows rose; the kid had a stiff boner. She’d seen her husband try to pee with one of those once and had asked him about it. It was evidently not much fun.

Feeling a bit guilty now, Melinda couldn’t help but compare Brian’s penis to Matt’s. Her husband’s dick was much fuller than this kid’s, and probably a little longer, but the teen in front of her must have been extremely horny, because she’d never seen a dick so hard. It gave her a perfect view of his balls beneath, lightly covered in hair.

For a while, Brian just stood there, as if letting his genitals soak in the autumnal air. Tentatively, the boy wrapped a hand around his shaft and started to stroke up and down.

Eyes bulging out of her head, Melinda realized that Brian wasn’t there to pee. He was there to jack off.

She watched, entranced, as his pumping became more pronounced. Both of them had their mouths open the slightest amount.

“That horny little bastard,” she whispered, giggling a little again and blinking several times in succession. Almost as if he could hear her words, Brian looked around. Melinda took a step back and almost went inside, but the kid still didn’t see her. Turning away from her, he bent over and shoved his pants all the way down to his ankles, giving her a perfect view of his butt, balls dangling between his legs. It was a nice rear end, if thin, and she felt herself biting her lip.

“I really shouldn’t be watching this,” Melinda said to herself, but she didn’t take her eyes away from the scene in front of her. No sane, straight woman would have the willpower to look away from THIS. Brian dropped down and laid in the grass, belly first, and started humping the ground, butt in the air. If Melinda hadn’t been so hypnotized by it all, she would have been slightly disgusted, but as things stood, she found the scene… well… “cute,” was the only word she could think of. Maybe even “endearing.” His dark hair waved a bit in the wind as he turned over onto his back, stroking his member yet again, this time much faster than before. It was difficult to tell from this distance, but she thought his eyes were closed. His entire body was tensed up, little muscles bulging from his arms, legs and abs.

Dish towel still in hand, Melinda leaned forward, putting her elbows on the deck railing, hardly blinking. Eventually Brian stood again and started rubbing the tip of his dick gently against the bricks of the shed. Melinda raised an eyebrow, wondering if that hurt. It was then that she realized her left hand was cupping her right breast, thumb slowly rubbing against her nipple. Since it was a Saturday, she hadn’t bothered with a bra, and only wore a pair of panties, slippers, sweat pants and a tee-shirt. Her dark hair was still damp from the shower she’d taken 30 minutes before.

Forcing herself to remember that this kid was quite a bit younger than her, and that she was a married woman, she firmly removed her hand from her breast. Brian walked, penguin style due to the pants around his ankles, toward the other side of the shed, but Melinda never found out what he was about to do next.

The revving of an engine made both her and Brian jump, and she looked toward the entrance of the church parking lot, where a truck drove toward the back of the building. Melinda looked back to Brian, strangely afraid that he was going to get caught by someone other than her, and saw him pumping his penis with all his might. But as the truck came closer, he quickly reached down and pulled up his underwear and pants in one fluid motion. Adjusting his glasses, he nonchalantly walked out from behind the shed, somewhat in her direction.

Did he cum?

Folding her arms, she found the question important for some reason. Melinda had been on the receiving end of interrupted orgasms before and knew how agonizing it could be. The truck swung wide and made a loop around the church, leaving the parking lot through another exit. Brian hesitated for a moment, obviously wondering if he should go back and continue the fun, but the truck must have spooked him, because he kept going.

“Are you satisfied?”

The words came out of her mouth before she knew she was going to say them, quite loud enough for the poor boy to hear. To his credit he didn’t jump, but he did look up toward her and she saw his face grow slack as realization must have hit him that she’d seen what he had been doing. Still, he kept his cool, merely shrugging and walking away.

“You idiot,” Melinda whispered to herself. “You’re going to scar the kid for life.”

She opened her mouth to apologize, but realized that the kid was pretty much speed walking, far out of hearing distance unless she yelled. Even if she did, he’d probably just start running or something.

Making up her mind in an instant, she bolted through the kitchen doors, put on some slippers, and went to the front entrance, opening it and stepping out into the chilly air. She knew where Brian lived and thought she could cut him off if he hadn’t started running when leaving her sight. She was walking quickly past an old man with his dog, her arms crossed against the slight breeze, before she remembered again that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Blushing furiously, she avoided looking at the man and kept walking, raising her crossed arms a bit to cover where her nipples poked out of the tee-shirt.

What was she doing? What in the world would she do if she did catch Brian? Tell him, “sorry I saw you wanking your wiener?” Or maybe, “I don’t know why I asked if you were satisfied?”

These and similar thoughts crossed Melinda’s mind as she walked, but she hadn’t come up with any answers before rounding a corner and nearly running into the Brian.

This time he did jump and so did she. Melinda put a hand to her mouth and let out a little, startled squeak. Brian simply walked backward, eyes bulging.

Putting her hands out in what she hoped was a reassuring way, Melinda opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes happened upon the front of Brian’s tented pants. Instead of words, nervous giggles came out of Melinda’s mouth as she remembered the kid’s pumping hand. Without letting herself think about it, she stepped forward and folded her arms around the stunned kid, still laughing.

“Oh, Brian, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she said, patting his back. Melinda was yet again forcibly reminded that she wasn’t fully clothed when she felt her nipples brush against the boy’s chest. Determined to not make the contact sexual, she stepped back, face hot, but in a mask of teacherly guidance. Brian looked down, face a deep red, obviously still thinking he was in really, really big trouble.

“Seriously, Brian, it’s okay. I’m not going to get you in trouble.” He glanced up halfway to her face, eyes halting on the form of her nipples under her shirt, but then fell back down. Melinda thought he might have a heart attack, his face was so maroon.

Quickly crossing her arms over her breasts, she went on, voice soothing.

“Are your parents expecting you to be home?” He shook his head. “Then come on over to my house and I’ll give you some water, okay? Seriously, you’re not in trouble. But I WOULD like to talk with you about this a bit.” She waited a moment. “Okay?”

Finally, he looked up to her eyes and slowly nodded. They started to walk.

“I’m sorry.” Brian’s words were low, almost inaudible even though Melinda was only a foot away.

“Brian, there is absolutely nothing to be sorry about,” she said, sighing. She thought of putting a comforting hand on his arm, but remembered the no bra thing in time. “Seriously… what you were doing is perfectly normal. It’s just… out in the open is probably not the best place to be doing it.”

He hung his head again, and Melinda berated herself mentally. She wasn’t doing a very good job of comforting him.

“Sorry, I’m not very good at this,” she said, sighing. “You kind of startled me, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting to see you down there, doing that, when I woke up this morning.” He was still silent, so she decided to go a different direction. Smiling coyly, she gently elbowed him on the arm, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “Besides, you REALLY don’t have anything to be ashamed about.”

He still looked mortified, but a small grin appeared on his lips.

“THERE’S that smile,” she said, giggling as they went up the stairs to her house. She opened the door and he followed her inside.

“Go ahead and sit down on the couch and I’ll get you some water, okay? It looks like you need to cool down.” As Melinda headed to the kitchen to get the drink, Brian spoke.

“I really am sorry. It’s just sometimes I can’t help myself, you know? Well, I guess YOU wouldn’t know, but….”

Melinda’s brow furled as he trailed off and she laughed, grabbing a cup out of the cupboard and filling it with water from the fridge.

“Brian, you know EVERYONE does that sometimes. Even girls.” Walking into the room again, carrying the water in her left hand, Melinda winked at Brian, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Even me. Sometimes.”

He was sitting on the couch, back straight, making the package in his pants extremely evident, and she found it hard to look away from, remembering the member when naked. Melinda swallowed. She was extremely turned on. Brian’s eyes were on her chest, no doubt feasting on the view of the erect nipples beneath her tee-shirt. He was DEFINITELY turned on, of course.

All of these things converged to the following accident.

When Brian reached out to take the cup of water, neither of them were paying attention, and his fingers knocked it out of her hand, making the thing spill all over her left leg and the carpet.

Gasping from the cold, Melinda jumped back. She and Brian both started laughing, and she bent down to get the cup. So did he. Their heads met with a low crack and they both laughed harder as she fell on her butt, right in the wet carpet.

Head throbbing a little, Melinda realized she was staring at the boy’s crotch again, laughing hysterically. Brian was also laughing, staring directly at her bouncing chest. She didn’t really care. The laughter was good for them both; it let the tension out of the room a bit. Slowly, Melinda stood, holding the cup with one hand and rubbing water from her eyes with the other.

“I’m going to go change my pants. Then I’ll get you more water.”

She turned around and went up the stairs, realizing that Brian had a great view of her wet butt. The sweatpants clung to her skin. It turned her on a little more.

Reaching her room, Melinda decided to leave the door open as she changed. Brian couldn’t see anything from that angle, but it still thrilled her for some reason. Sliding down her pants, a thought crossed her mind and butterflies filled her stomach. Her panties were also wet, and not all on her bottom. A small patch of darkness spread across the crotch. She stared at it for a while, trying to convince herself NOT to do what her body so desperately wanted her to do.

Slowly, she slid down her panties, too, as her body won the internal battle, grabbing her tiny sweat shorts and putting them on with nothing underneath. Melinda wished that she’d shaved her entire lower body this morning while showering, instead of just her legs; her beaver was slightly unruly, although the hair wasn’t nearly long enough to stick out of her shorts, thank goodness.

Cup in hand, she exited her room and let herself bounce down the stairs.

Brian’s eyes widened a bit when he saw her, but he didn’t say anything. As she passed, Melinda noticed that the boy hadn’t adjusted his penis. It still created a painful looking lump in his pants. They were silent as she filled up the glass again and brought it to him.

“Eyes on the cup,” she said, giggling, and Brian’s eyes went from her thighs to the water.

After he took a sip, she sat down on the recliner across from him, legs up against her chest. It had been a while since she’d seriously flirted with anyone, and she knew that she was probably doing this like a club to the head, but she was so horny she couldn’t be very subtle. Of course, the idea was to make him think she was covering her breasts with her legs while giving him a great view of her camel toe. Maybe even a peek of pussy lip or hair, if the shorts rode up high enough.

As expected, Brian’s eyes locked on her crotch and he froze in mid drink. But obviously thinking the display was unintentional, he tried to act casual.

“How long have you been doing that?” Melinda asked, motioning her head toward the direction of the church shed.

“I’ve never done it there before,” Brian answered, and Melinda was happy to find that their earlier laughter had done a lot in easing the boy’s tension.

“Well, I probably would have seen you if you had,” she said, giggling. “I mean… how long have you been, you know… masturbating?”

He blushed. “A couple of years now. I played with myself a little before that, but, yeah….”

“Well, it really IS okay.” Melinda adjusted herself, spreading her legs briefly and closing them again, feeling her shorts digs further up into her crotch. “I know it feels SO good and relieves tension. Plus, for guys it gets rid of… fluid. So, really, it’s a win win win. But why are you doing it outside, for Pete’s sake?”

They laughed for a few seconds, and he dropped his eyes from her privates to the floor.

“Well, a couple of months ago I was in my house… you know… without clothes, just relaxing, when I saw these two girls across the street looking at me. I kind of freaked out and ran away, up the stairs, but when I looked outside, they were gone. So I knelt up on a table to look around more and all a sudden I saw them waving at me, in the window across the street, giving me thumbs up.”

Melinda raised her eyebrows and Brian glanced at her pussy again. It was starting to tingle and she thought that her shorts might be getting damp.

“Well, they obviously wanted to see me, so I stayed. Then they showed me their…” he swallowed, looking briefly toward her leg-covered breasts “…their chests. And I … couldn’t help myself. I started to… to do that, and went all over the window. I kind of just ran away.”

He swallowed again and looked up into her eyes. “Ever since then I’ve been wanting to do it ALL the time. I’ve been doing it in more and more dangerous places, because of the thrill, you know? But you’re the first person to catch me. I really am sorry.”

Melinda smiled coyly. “Again, don’t be sorry. It really didn’t upset me. I actually thought it was kind of… cute. And you’re very handsome, you know.”

Brian blushed even more furiously than before.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked after a moment of silence, pointing to the mound in his pants.

“Yeah, kinda,” he mumbled.

“You can adjust it, you know.”

“But it… it sticks up out of my pants a little.”

“No one who sees will mind. Besides, your shirt will cover it.”

“Oh.” He stuck his hands down his pants and fished around for a second. When he brought it back out, the lump was markedly smaller, although longer. His shirt did indeed hide whatever might be otherwise visible.

“Is it really long enough to come out of your pants?” Melinda asked, heart speeding up.

“Yeah.”

Knowing that everything she had done up to this point could be explained away, Melinda took a deep breath and said, “I don’t believe you! It can’t still be that hard. Lift up your shirt.”

Brian stared into her eyes for a moment before grinning shyly and lifting up his shirt. Indeed, about a half an inch of penis head stuck up out of his pants, although that probably wouldn’t have been the case if he’d been standing up.

Melinda leaned back in her chair and giggled for a minute, Brian joining her as he dropped his shirt back down.

“So you never answered my first question,” Melinda said after another few moments of awkward silence.

“Which one?”

“Were you satisfied?”

Her mouth went dry as he pondered what to say. She wondered if the kid was scared, since she was his Sunday School teacher, but he had already opened up quite a bit to her, far more than she would have opened up to someone like her at his age.

“No, that truck scared me away,” Brian finally responded.

“Well, that thing probably isn’t going to go down until you finish, you know,” she said, pointing at his penis. He nodded. “And I REALLY wouldn’t recommend walking home like that.”

Melinda and Brian both giggled again. Here goes nothing, she thought.

“You can finish here. If you want.”

“Like… in the bathroom?”

He looked at her pussy again.

She shrugged, folding her legs under her and putting her hands on her knees. The teen’s eyes went from her now spread legs, to her hard nipples, to her face. Melinda looked down briefly. Her wet crotch had created a small front-wedgy.

“Anywhere you’d like,” she answered.

Brian swallowed and Melinda smiled shakily. Her heart went into overtime.

For a long while, the kid just stared at her, straight in the eyes, and she stared back. Neither of them blinked. Slowly, like he was about to pet a cobra, Brian reached his hand down and raised his shirt up, once again revealing the tip of his penis. He kept the shirt up with his left hand and awkwardly pulled down his pants and underwear with his right.

Melinda, breathing hard, stared at the young, circumcised penis in front of her. Although there was a hint of veins throbbing under the skin, the member was smoother than any other hard penis she’d seen. The thin hair on his tight ball sack was dark brown and no longer than an inch. When Brian bent over to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles, a small bead of pre-cum squeezed out of the tip of his penis.

I can’t believe this is happening, Melinda thought, thumbs rubbing her legs nervously.

Holding his shirt up with one hand, Brian grabbed his shaft with the other.

“Are… are you sure about this? I… might make a mess.”

“Don’t move,” Melinda said, bouncing up from her chair and virtually running the short distance to her kitchen. She grabbed a handful of napkins and rushed back into the living room, holding them out to Brian and feasting on the view of his young dick, even though it was mostly covered by his hand. He’d really not moved, just as instructed.

He took the napkins with the hand that had been holding his shirt, letting the fabric fall over his privates. Melinda sat in her previous position, while Brian tried to figure out a way to hold his shirt up, hold his dick, and hold the napkins all at the same time. Letting out an exasperated grunt, he eventually just whipped the shirt off over his head, revealing a hairless, skinny chest with small nipples.

Now mostly naked, Brian looked back at Melinda. He was shivering.

“Are you cold?”

“No,” he replied, “Just… nervous, I guess?”

“Nothing to be afraid of. I’ve already seen this, remember? Just enjoy yourself. Close your eyes if you need to.”

He nodded and took a rattling breath, but he didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he continued to stare at Melinda. The fact that he was looking at her eyes instead of her breasts or crotch served only to heighten Melinda’s sexual tension, and she was tempted to just rip off her clothes and fuck the kid right there on the couch. But, no, that would be going too far.

Swallowing, Brian finally began to stroke his penis up and down. More pre-cum oozed out of him, drizzling down his shaft and onto his hand, lubricating. Melinda watched, faint from the blood rushing through her veins. His skin moved up and down slightly, and as the pumping became more pronounced it would momentarily cover the penis head completely, only to reveal it completely again, glistening with clear liquid.

Her hands itched to find her clit, but that would also be going too far. She’d have to be satisfied with keeping these images in her head, so she could relive them once Brian had left. What she wouldn’t give to have her phone on hand to record this.

Brian’s mouth parted, and his eyes strayed down to Melinda’s body, his jacking off speeding up even more. His butt muscles were causing his hips to thrust forward, getting into rhythm with his hand.

He’s not going to last long, Melinda thought.

And that’s when the doorbell rang.

Squeaking, Melinda jumped up off her chair, intent on telling whoever was at the door to go away. She bolted toward the door, only partially conscious of the fact that her nipples were pointing out of her shirt and that the crotch of her shorts were almost dripping wet.

Opening the door a crack, Melinda was about to say, “Not interested!” but the words died on her lips.

A girl the same age as Brian stood on the doorstep, brunette hair pulled back into a small ponytail. She wore grungy clothes that hid any curves she might have. It was Bailey. Melinda knew her from church; the girl was in the same class as Brian.

“Oh, crap,” Melinda said, her voice shaking. “Hi Bailey, I totally forgot that you were coming.”

“Is… is now not a good time?” the girl asked, and Melinda became conscious of gasping sounds coming from the couch behind her. Bailey tried to look past her teacher, obviously wondering what that sound was.

Blocking the doorway with her body as much as possible, and causing her left breast to squish out of the door, Melinda shook her head. “No. No, it’s fine. The lawn mower is in the garage. The code is just 4123. I really appreciate your help, Bailey. Thanks!”

And she closed the door.

Taking a deep breath, and trying to forget Bailey’s stunned expression, she turned around. The poor girl had gotten quite the look at the shape of her teacher’s left nipple.

Hearing Bailey open the garage door, Melinda blinked, trying to take in the scene in front of her. Brian, still mostly naked, sat on the couch, leaning back with eyes closed, breathing hard. His right hand was wrapped around the shaft of his penis, and a great deal of white cum covered his fingers. Some still leaked out of the tip, but his orgasm was obviously complete; the kid was in quite the afterglow.

She had missed his orgasm.

The napkins in Brian’s other hand were squished, but completely clean.

Mouth open, Melinda traced her eyes over a string of cum that ran in a straight line from Brian’s pants, across her blue carpet, and onto the small coffee table a couple feet away from the couch.

“Oh crap,” Brian gasped, and she saw him noticing his mess. “I totally forgot about the napkins. I… I’m so sorry, Melinda!”

She shrugged, still stunned, and noticed that, with the release of his sexual tension, Brian seemed extremely embarrassed. He looked from the cum on her carpet and table to the cum on his pants and underwear, face red.

Melinda couldn’t care less about the mess. She had missed Brian’s orgasm! She was so horny that it was almost impossible to think clearly.

“You can’t go home like that,” she said softly, and he shook his head in agreement. “How about you go upstairs and clean off in the bathroom. Leave your dirty clothes here. I’ll throw them in the washer and we’ll get them clean. You sure you’re not going to be expected at home?”

“Yeah, no one will be there until tonight.”And Brian carefully began to remove his socks, shoes, pants and underwear.

Melinda watched in silence for a while, still standing in the same place, unable to believe that this had just happened in her living room. The smell of sex registered to her brain. Her tingling pussy wanted to be rubbed so bad that her legs twitched, making walking a dangerous aspect.

“I’d take you home, but the car isn’t here.” Matt had it, but she didn’t want to say her husband’s name to Brian right now. Melinda also didn’t mention that Brian’s home was within walking distance. “I’ll make us some lunch while the clothes are washing. And… after I clean up… that.” She pointed.

“Okay.”

Grabbing his shirt, Brian stood up, softening penis wobbling back and forth. He walked halfway across the room before turning around and catching Melinda in the act of looking at his young butt.

“I… don’t have any pants?”

“I’ll get you something,” Melinda said, tearing her eyes away from Brian’s penis.

He nodded and made his way up the stairs, butt cheeks flexing.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Melinda swallowed, throat dry. Without Brian in the room, she felt confident enough to walk, so she moved toward the kitchen, trying to think of where her cleaners were. Rummaging in the cupboard beneath her sink, she found carpet cleaner and a sponge. Remembering the cum on her coffee table, she also grabbed some hard-surface cleaner.

Standing, she went back to the living room and stared at the mess for a little longer before kneeling. The smell of cum was still strong.

There was CUM on the carpet of her living room. The cum of a guy who hardly needed to shave every week, let alone every day. How hot was that? 

Melinda looked toward the stairs, hearing the water run as Brian cleaned up. She figured he wouldn’t come down within the next few seconds. Before she could convince herself not to, Melinda put a finger on her coffee table and swiped up some drying cum. The finger went into her mouth.

It had been years since she’d tasted cum. Matt typically stayed with the traditional “it all goes in the vagina” idea. Their first few months of marriage had been different, but that seemed a very long time ago.

Closing her eyes, Melinda twirled her tongue around her finger and swallowed. The water upstairs turned off and she quickly pulled her finger out of her mouth, squirting cleaner onto the mess.

Getting the cum off the table was easy, although she’d have to get rid of a splattered People magazine. The carpet was another story. It took several minutes of scrubbing before the only evidence of the erotic moment was a patch of wetness.

While she cleaned, Brian came down the stairs, quiet. His shirt was long enough that it covered his penis completely, but he walked gingerly, obviously afraid that he might flash her. As if he hadn’t just done that and much more. Melinda thought he might sit down on the couch or a chair, but he simply stood there, watching her clean.

Not that she blamed him. She was on her knees, scrubbing a floor, after all. Her shirt didn’t allow for any revealing cleavage, but her free breasts wobbled substantially as she worked, and her butt, barely covered by her tiny shorts, stuck out into the air.

Conscious of the kid watching her, Melinda exaggerated her movements and raised her rear end even higher.

Mess clean, Melinda stood and, smiling sweetly at Brian—he smiled weakly back—she deposited the cleaning material back into the kitchen and went upstairs to find something for the kid to wear.

Nothing from HER side of the closet, obviously. He wouldn’t appreciate being put into girl clothes, even if they would fit him better than anything Matt owned. Settling for some sweat pants with a draw string, Melinda went downstairs and proffered the pants to Brian, who now sat on the couch, legs together, actually twiddling his thumbs.

He took the pants and put them on, still seated. In the instant that Brian lifted his legs to slip on the pants, Melinda caught a glimpse of his soft penis. Only about three inches long, Melinda couldn’t help but note how… adorable it was. What would it feel like to have that thing in her mouth, growing into the hard dick she’d seen earlier?

Shaking the thought from her head, Melinda set about washing Brian’s clothes and fixing a couple sandwiches. The sound of Bailey mowing the lawn filtered into the house, but all else was quiet. She and Brian didn’t talk until Melinda was about halfway done eating her sandwich.

“You really don’t need to be embarrassed,” she said. He’d hardly looked at her since cumming.

I hope this hasn’t scarred him for life, Melinda thought.

“Okay,” was his only response.

Thinking frantically how she could put Brian’s mind at ease, Melinda ate. Her body conflicted with her mind. She wanted him to feel better, but she also really, really wanted to have her own orgasm. She almost NEEDED it.

Maybe she could do both?

Melinda took a deep breath, steeling herself.

“So, do you want to watch something with me while your clothes get ready?”

“Sure.”

A few minutes later, they were in the living room. They sat on the large, plush couch opposite of her laptop, which was placed on the coffee table in front of them. Brian sat as far away from Melinda as possible, still not looking at her. She wondered briefly if Brian was still embarrassed or just didn’t want to be caught ogling. Melinda’s nipples had softened and no longer poked out of her shirt, but the shape of her breasts was quite visible. Her tiny shorts had pushed up, revealing the entirety of her legs… and the still-damp spot on her crotch.

Melinda made no move to cover up. And instead of opening her laptop, she asked a question, heart speeding up again at the thought of what she was about to do.

“So do you have a girlfriend?”

Glancing at her with an “are you crazy?” look, Brian shook his head. “No one would go out with me.”

“I would,” Melinda said, putting her hand on his leg.

“You’re… taken.”

Feeling him tense at her touch, she scooted closer. “Yeah, but if I WASN’T taken, I’d totally go out with you.”

“I’m way younger than you.”

He squirmed a little at her proximity, but didn’t try to move farther away. Melinda took this as a good sign.

“Age is just a number, right? Besides, I’m not THAT old.”

He gaped at her. “I… I didn’t mean you were OLD.”

She laughed and punched him lightly on the shoulder, scooting yet closer. “I’m just giving you a hard time, silly.” After a few moments of silence, she smiled slyly at him and continued. “So, you like older women?”

“I… I guess? I just like girls in general, I think.”

“What kind of girls, though? Blonde, brunette, ginger, black hair?” He looked back at her with an “I don’t know?” expression. “No hair??”

He smiled a little, and it warmed Melinda’s heart. She was getting through to him.

“I like longer hair, I guess. And any color, really, as long as she’s pretty.” Brian blushed. “Sorry, that sounds way shallow.”

“Not at all. We’re talking about PHYSICAL attraction right now, nothing more.” She brushed her dark, shoulder-length hair back from where it had fallen in front of her face.

Smiling again, Melinda licked her lips and turned toward the coffee table, opening her laptop and unlocking it with her password. After opening Google, she considered what she was going to search for. Finally, she settled on “Hot girl with long hair.”

Navigating to the images section of the search engine, Melinda chuckled.

“Now THAT is a lot of beauty,” she said, glancing over to Brian. The kid stared at the screen, features blank. None of the girls were showing much skin, but it was obvious that he was a bit overwhelmed. “If you could choose any one of these girls to be your girlfriend, which one would you choose?”

“I… I don’t know,” he stammered. But he also looked at her and smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, come on,” she pressed, nudging him with her elbow. “Which one do you think is the hottest?”

Brian looked back at the screen, furrowing his brow and absently rubbing his knees. Swallowing, he pointed at the screen and simply said, “Her.”

The girl in question was young, with long, blonde, curly hair. She smiled sweetly at the camera, her green eyes mischievous.

“She’s not very… busty,” Melinda said. “But she’s definitely hot in that ‘girl next door’ sort of way. Let’s see here….”

She thought for a moment and then typed, “young girl with long blonde hair and small boobs.”

Melinda heard Brian’s breath catch and she looked over at the stunned kid, smiling.

Her search filter was off, meaning that mature images wouldn’t be blocked; several of the women on the screen were topless or fully nude.

Brian squirmed, not blinking. His hand hovered toward his crotch as if magnetized; he obviously had experience with porn and knew what to do with his penis while looking at it. But Brian must have remembered that he was with company and brought his hand down onto his leg. It looked like this decision was almost physically painful.

Melinda bit her lip to stop from laughing. Not that she had any room to judge Brian; she was super horny too. It wasn’t the naked girls that turned Melinda on, even though most of them were gorgeous. It was that she was sharing these photos with a kid who was obviously turned on by them. Her nipples hardened almost immediately.

“So which of THESE do you like best?”

He didn’t look at her. Instead, Brian leaned forward, shaking, obviously trying to cover the tent that was forming in his pants. He licked his lips. Eventually, he pointed.

“But this girl is the only one with brown hair!” Melinda said with fake exasperation. “I thought you liked blondes!”

He chuckled nervously and widened his eyes when Melinda clicked on the picture to enlarge it. The woman was again young, and her breasts were quite small, but there the resemblance to his last ***********ion ended. She looked at the camera with dark brown eyes, a stunned smile on her lips, cheeks red either from excitement or embarrassment. Her stiff nipples were light in color, and she had one hand covering her crotch, the other palm out toward the camera. The girl was outside somewhere, maybe at a park. She was obviously streaking.

“So now you’re into brunettes?” Melinda asked after several seconds had passed. Brian hadn’t blinked.

“Well, yeah, I… I guess. I told you, I’m not that picky about hair color.”

“Hmm,” Melinda said, tapping her finger to her lips absently. She typed several different things into the search engine, but nothing was coming up with two naked girls, one with blonde hair and one with brown. Many of the images showed couples, both straight and lesbian, having sex. The sight of hot, naked men served to turn Melinda on further.

Finally, out of frustration, Melinda typed, “lots of naked girls.”

Brian’s eyes widened even further as images flooded the screen. Many of the groups of women were naturalists, several were shots of parties turned orgies, and some were just shots of multiple porn stars. All sorts of girls were represented. Most were at least pretty, of course, and large breasts were common. Some were in the process of a sex act, either with another woman or with a man, or sometimes even both at the same time.

Melinda’s leg shook. Her mouth was dry. She watched Brian squirm, her eyes lingering on his crotch when he looked over to her; let him see her seeing him.

“So it looks like multiple girls are a turn on for you,” Melinda said, smirking. “Which picture do you like best?”

Brian immediately pointed at a group of showering girls. Melinda suspected that this was professional pornography meant to look like it was amateur. The girls were all nude, of course, and all stunningly beautiful, their hair and bodies wet. One girl rubbed the small breasts of another playfully while their other three friends watched, laughing.

“Okay, showers,” Melinda muttered and typed “lots of girls taking a shower together.”

When the screen loaded, Melinda was surprised that most of the photos she saw were stills of the same video. Eight girls were showering together, and it looked like the event ended with a lesbian orgy. Brian’s hand once again hovered toward his now-hard penis and this time didn’t stop. He stuck the hand down his pants and stayed down there a little too long to just be a simple adjustment.

“Well,” Melinda said, cheerfully. “I think we found what we’re going to watch! Come on.”

They made their way toward the family room, where a 70’ screen television dominated the west wall. A window showed bushes and the same parking lot and shed where the day’s events had started.

“Give me just a minute,” Melinda said, glancing down at Brian’s tented pants. Fingers shaking a bit, she set up the TV to stream from her computer, found the full video of the eight girls showering together, and pushed the play icon.

“Sit,” she said as the video began, sound a little louder than Melinda was usually comfortable with. Brian sat on the large white couch opposite of the TV and Melinda sat next to him.

The video started with the eight girls undressing in a locker room and as the girls began showering Melinda spoke to Brian.

“You know, it’s okay if you want to masturbate again.”

He looked at her, eyes still wide. She shrugged.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you do it before.”

Nodding slowly, Brian stared at the screen, probably wondering if his Sunday School teacher was crazy. Melinda wondered that too. She very rarely looked at porn and had NEVER watched it with someone else, not even her husband. Now here she was trying to coerce a kid to jack off in front of her while they watched eight girls playing with each other’s boobs. This was certainly out of character for her.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Melinda’s eyes were mostly on Brian while the video continued; the girls were hot, but she wasn’t a lesbian and there was a living, breathing male sitting right next to her, no doubt hornier than he’d ever been in his relatively short life. His will broke as the girls on the screen began comparing pussies. Half were completely bald; the other half had some hair but not much.

Brian put his hand inside his pants (really her HUSBAND’S pants; the thought turned Melinda on even more) and began rubbing himself. After a few seconds of this, Melinda spoke.

“I’d really rather not have you get those pants dirty.”

He looked over to her and got the hint.

Hands trembling, Brian stood and shoved the pants down to his ankles, kicking them off. He followed this by taking off his shirt.

Naked, Brian sat down next to Melinda. His hand stroked his dick up and down. His eyes alternated between the screen and Melinda. He was having a hard time breathing.

But he had also orgasmed recently. As hard as his penis was, Melinda still couldn’t see any pre-cum. This might take some time, she thought.

The video progressed to some oral sex between the girls, but Melinda concentrated on Brian’s little head; she wasn’t going to miss another orgasm from this kid. Not after orchestrating this little show. And not while she was so horny.

An eternity passed before a bead of pre-cum finally leaked out of the tiny hole at the tip of Brian’s penis. Melinda was a lot closer to him than the last time she’d watched him jack off, and she nearly came just looking at his hand smear the liquid all over his member. Moans of ecstasy came from the TV, but Melinda didn’t even glance toward it.

Her hands moved. I guess I’VE lost control, too, she thought, as her shirt came up over her head. Brian’s eyes flew from the screen to the woman sitting next to him. Melinda watched him looking at her topless figure. Both of their mouths were slightly open to gain enough air for their gasping lungs. Her full breasts were covered in tiny goose bumps, and the nipples were completely erect; more erect, in fact, than Melinda had ever recalled them being. They were so hard that they hurt.

Her damp shorts came off. And they were both naked, staring at each other.

Melinda became even hotter when she realized that Brian had basically forgotten the eight girls on the screen. He was looking at HER. She was older than the porn stars, not quite as pretty, with breasts that sagged a bit. She had a small, but noticeable, bulge around her stomach where her lack of exercise showed. Her legs weren’t as shapely as she’d like them to be. And her pussy had a mat of dark hair on it.

But he was looking at HER.

Moaning, Melinda began to rub her wet clitoris and, somewhat belatedly, said, “Do you mind if I do this too?”

Brian shook his head, kept staring at her, and kept yanking off. His penis was red and glistening.

She lasted longer than she expected to. Right hand rubbing vigorously at her pussy and left hand pinching a nipple, Melinda felt an orgasm approaching. Turned on as much as she was, she knew there was no stopping it. At that moment she might have been able to cum without moving a muscle. But masturbating in front of Brian made things even better, and she reveled in it.

Glancing to Brian’s young face, Melinda’s first orgasm hit. He was looking at her pussy when it began to flutter, and his hand stopped pumping for a moment while he watched her orgasm. In the distance, Melinda heard other girls having orgasms on the screen, but her eyes remained locked onto Brian’s penis, its tip fully visible now that Brian was just holding its base. It pulsed.

The orgasm intensified and she let out a groan. It continued to escalate, her vision tunneling, seeing only the penis of her Sunday School student, and she wondered idly if she might pass out. Screaming, she pulled into the other side of her orgasm, vision returning to relative normal as a wave of afterglow struck her body.

Her sensations became hyper aware. She noticed that Brian was sweating a bit, could smell his sweat mingling with the scent of her orgasm. Another girl began to have an orgasm on the TV; she ignored it. Most sensitive, though, was her skin.

Melinda’s leg had become pressed up next to Brian’s, a result of her spreading her legs a few seconds earlier; his hair tickled her smooth thigh. The fabric of the soft couch cradled her rear end, feeling like a cloud. And her fingers on her pussy created aftershock upon aftershock, making her body quiver everywhere. The hand on her breast quickly joined the one at her crotch as her body decided that it wasn’t over with its moment of pleasure quite yet.

“Holy shit!” Melinda blurted out as her hands rubbed vigorously. Two of her fingers found their way into her hole and her left hand began pumping into and out of her, her right hand still concentrating on her clit.

“HOLY SHIT!” This time she screamed it. Another orgasm swept through her body, this one not quite as intense as the first, but much longer. Each second seemed like an hour as her muscles spasmed out of control. She flopped like a fish on the couch, each brush against Brian’s leg causing her to shake more.

Brian was jacking off again, mouth opened almost comically wide.

“Napkin?” was all he could manage to say. This, the look on his face, and the purple pulsing of his penis, all clued Melinda in. He was about to cum.

There were no napkins on hand; they had left them on the living room table, right next to the soiled People magazine. Even if a napkin had been in her fist, Melinda wouldn’t have used it.

Dropping clumsily to the floor, still coming down from the high of her previous orgasm, Melinda turned to face Brian. Batting the kid’s hands away, she took his penis into her right hand and began stroking it firmly. Her left hand was at her pussy, rubbing.

Movement caught her eye. She had a large mirror across from the window, something of an heirloom, with swirly designs around its edges. It reflected the bushes right outside.

And it reflected the wide brown eyes and white face of Bailey, watching in wonder has her Sunday School teacher began jacking off one of her friends. 

The girl’s young hand was pressed up against her mouth; it was Bailey moving her hand that had caught Melinda’s eye. The girl was obviously trying to hide, peeping between two of the bushes. It was also obvious that she had an amazing view of the couch, but if it weren’t for the mirror, Melinda probably would have never seen Bailey spying on them.

In her orgasm-rattled mind, Melinda couldn’t decide what to do about the situation, so her body continued doing what it wanted; pleasuring the boy in front of her and pleasuring herself. Whatever Bailey was going to do about this, she was going to do. And letting the girl know that she’d been caught spying might be worse than just letting her peep.

Using this somewhat skewed logic, Melinda redoubled her efforts. Brian let out a wordless moan and thrust his hips forward violently. Melinda scooted as close to him as she could, hands still working. Her breasts now hung directly below the boy’s dick, warm pre-cum splattering against her sensitive flesh as she jacked Brian off. She felt his inner thigh muscles constricting against the sides of her breasts as the kid tried to delay his orgasm.

He did rather well, for a kid his age. After a few seconds, a long stream of semen spurted out of Brian’s dick, just after she had forcefully bent it down toward her breasts. He let out a long moan as another round spurted onto Melinda’s flesh.

She held onto his dick as the fluid stuck to her chest. The rest of Brian’s orgasm ended up on her hand. Melinda slowly stroked the boy up and down, lovingly milking him.

Her left hand still idly rubbed her pussy, and she felt another, smaller surge approaching. Melinda glanced over to the mirror and saw that, yes, Bailey was still there, watching, her hand still to her mouth.

The voyeurism sent Melinda over the edge.

This final orgasm was weaker but far longer than even the second one. It burned inside of her as she held onto Brian’s softening penis. Melinda closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, resting her head on the boy’s left knee.

Melinda opened her eyes. Brian was either asleep or in a stupendous after glow, chest slowly going up and down, mouth open. A quick check showed that Bailey was gone. Wondering how much time had passed, Melinda took her cum-covered hand away from Brian’s soft penis. The TV was silent; the video had ended at some point.

Standing shakily, Melinda stared in awe at Brian’s naked form. Had she really just done that? Now that her pussy had been satisfied (three times over), the full import of her actions began to crash down into her mind. She had cheated on her husband. With Brian, one of her Sunday School students. And Bailey had watched.

Waiting for the feelings of dread and guilt to hit her, Melinda moved toward Brian, trying to keep her eyes off of that adorable dick. He opened his eyes without prompting.

“Are… are you okay?” Melinda asked somewhat timidly, conscious of her naked body, covered in sweat and cum. She wasn’t sure if that was the correct question to ask in this situation, but it was all she could think of.

Brian nodded and smiled a little. When he whispered, “that was awesome,” Melinda’s heart leapt to her throat and all negative feelings disappeared. Maybe what she had done was wrong, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t feel bad about it.

It took some time for them to get cleaned up. They took turns showering as Brian’s clothes were being dried. After he dressed, they small talked for a while, almost like they hadn’t just had the wildest event of their lives… up to this point, at least.

As the sun slipped toward the horizon, Brian said he had to go. The only indication that anything had happened between them was a slight knowing smile on each of their faces and a small peck on the cheek from Melinda.

“Be careful out there,” Melinda said as Brian walked out the door. “And I’ll see you in Sunday School tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” he said, his smile widening. “I’ll see you then.”

Play Things III by Sexy Mommy

Introduction:

Back at school after a little morning delite.All my stories take place on an alternate earth with an orbit 3X that of our earth, making ages 1/3 what they would be on earth, and thus the age of consent is 6.

Michael eventually came home about 11:30, I was asleep as far as he knew and let that illusion hold. He went to bed and was softly snooring in a few minutes, I had let Mary have control of herself for a while and her mind was spinning. I can tell when it’s just me enjoying what I do, and I can tell when my host is enjoying it, and Mary was enjoying it to the fullest. I don’t know if she ever had these thoughts before, I didn’t see any in the memories I looked through, but she was in to it now. Her thoughts were running fast; should she do it again, she wanted to, but it was wrong, but it was so very good, he liked it, she liked it, how could that be wrong? Would he tell someone? she could be in a lot of trouble. He wouldn’t tell, he said so. It was so naughty, so nasty, so much fun.

2:30 rolled around and she was still thinking about what we had done, when the door opened and Tommy came quietly in to the room. He walked to her side of the bed and whispered “Mom.”

“What Baby?” she asked. 

“My report card is on the table, I need it signed before I go to school in the morning.” he said in a quiet hush. Why he needed to mention this now seemed like more of a pretense to me.

“OK, Ill do it first thing.” Mary told him, I was just observing right now.

“Thanks” and he started to walk away.

Mary reached out and grabbed the front of his briefs and stopped him. Her hand quickly went to the shaft that made a bulge in the front, and stroke it up and down several times. He was hard when he walked in, and harder now. When she felt how firm his cock was, she wasted no time, she pulled the briefs down and pulled him toward her, while scooting to the edge of the bed. Her husband, his father, lay sleeping 3 feet away as she swallowed his cock to the hilt. 

I could feel the wetness growing between her legs, I could sense how excited she was, but I was not in control. 

Mary bobbed up and down, taking it all in, then pulling out until just the head remained in her warm mouth. Back and forth with a quick, but not frantic motion, she was in full control. As young men are prone to do, after 3 or 4 minutes, he shot his load in to her mouth, and Mary greedily swallowed every drop, and sucked hard to make sure none remained behind. When she was done, she tucked him back inside his underware.

“Anything else Baby?” she asked with a whisper.

Thompson just shook his head and went back to his room, his head in a daze.

The morning came and Michael was up and gone to work by 7:00. Mary woke right after, showered, and dressed. Tommy would be up soon, and I thought he should get a show. I found a pink garter belt, pale pink stockings, and lovely pink lace bra, pink worked exceptionally well with her tan skin. White leather pumps finished it off, and her makeup was pure sexy milf. A silk robe with a pale pink flower print covered Mary’s shoulders, but little else, we didn’t bother even trying to close it. 

Tommy was down stairs eating breakfast when I came down, and he snapped around when I entered the kitchen. 

“Hey Baby” I said as I walked in.

“You look great mom.” he said. I liked it when he stared.

“Thanks, ready for school?” I asked leaning over the counter. I’m not entirly sure who was in charge now.

“Yep, with time to spare.” he said.

“Want to give it to mommy one more time before school?” I asked with a little lick of my lips.

A big grin and a nod was all the answer I needed. I took his hand and we went to the front room. I opened the blinds so I could see outside, took off my robe and got on the couch, on my hands and knees. He knew what to do this time, and he got on the couch behind me. I looked back and smiled at him, naked from the waist down, and said “Be a good boy and fuck mommy hard like last night, ok?”

He nodded again, and found the right hole first time. he was getting better, starting slow and stady, and getting faster as he went. I watched out the window, neighbors walked by, none bothering to look up at the window to see a mother getting drilled hard by her son. Me head was diverted from the window with a sudden jerk of my ponytail, he yanked it hard and my head snapped back. I moaned loudly.

“That’s it Baby, fuck your mommy good and hard.” I managed to get out between a gasp and a groan.

He yanked my head back again, and it felt like heaven. he brought his small hand down hard on my ass and I started to shake, moments later I felt him start to cum and I screamed out loud, and long, my pussy felt like it was on fire, and when he started to slow, I pushed back harder and kept the orgasm going. When it was over, I stood up, boy cum ran down my leg, and I let it. It ran over my stockings and half way to my knee. 

“You better get going if your going to catch you bus.” I told him. I touched his hand, and went in to him, my work here was done.

“Right!” and he scrambeled to get dressed, grabbed his book bag, and was out the door. 

Mary stood in the open door, bra, garter, stockings and heels, and her sons cum running down her leg as she waved goodbye to him. We got on the bus.

So what should my next play things be? I wasn’t sure, I rarely am, so I just went person to person at school, looking for something interesting.

I went to the office receptionist, they useually know everything that goes on in a school, they know everything and everyone. Penny the receptionist was 42, cute, slightly chubby but in a pleasent way. She was also a freak, and that was cool. She was a sub, she longed to be dominated and controled. She was also very shy, which ment she was unable to let anyone know about what she really wanted. She was decidedly Bi, but this was more because she longed to be dominated, that was the thrill, she didn’t care who it was, the submission was the goal. That is not to say she didn’t have likes, she just liked anyone she thought would take control of her. I could use this.

The principle was a tall redhead with large breasts, and she liked to show them off, at least as much as reasonable in an elementary school. She wore dresses to show off her long legs, and was herself very sexually frustrated. Being 5’11” made most guys afraid of her, and she had trouble getting dates, being named Veronica didn’t help. She was a firm hetero, for now. 

When I went to Veronica, I decided to give her and penny what they needed.

“Penny, in here please.”I said from the office doorway. and went to my desk and sat. Penny entered. “Shut the door please.”

She did.

“Your work has been sloppy lately, you don’t show up on time, you don’t get your work done on time, and you even dress sloppy.” I said with firm distance.

“I’m sorry Veronica..” She started, confused as this had never been her style.

“Miss Tribadoux. It’s Miss Tribadoux.” I stated. This caught her off guard.

“Miss, Tribadoux, yes. I’m sorry.” She ended, unsure of where to go now.

“Your sorry what?” I paused and she said nothing. “I’m sorry Miss Tribadoux, is that what you mean?”

“Yes, I’m sorry Miss Tribadoux.” she stammered, scared.

I stood, and walked around my desk. Just look at the way you are dressed.” I scolded. “You dress like a frumpy old spinster. Ever considered a dress that didn’t go to your ankles?” I paused. “How about a bra that keeps those girls up somewhere north of the equator?” I paused again. “You work sloppy, you dress sloppy.” I stopped. She stared stright ahead whil I stood slightly behind her.

“I’ll do better. I promise.” she said, and I was sensing a slight bit of excitement coming from her.

“Promise? You need to be punished.” I said as she started to panic. “Put your hands on the desk.”

She started to step forward.

“I didn’t tell you to walk, just put your hands on the desk.” and she did it, reaching out with one hand, then the other. She stood bent over, head down, shame and fear all over her. I pulled a ruler off the desk, and it made a thwack when it hit her ass. 

She yelped before swallowing her voice.

“You will do better, wont you.”

“Yes Veroni…” 

Thwack, the ruler cam down harder on her ass again. “It’s Miss Tribadoux”

“Yes Miss Tribadoux.” she stammered. 

“Good, we’ll have daily sessions to make sure you stay on task, understand?”

“Yes Ver.. I mean Miss Tribadoux.” She corrected herself.

“Your learning. that is good.” I told her, I ran the ruler softly up and down her thighs. “You are kind of cute, in a plain sort of way.” I went on. “Stand, and come to this side of the desk.” and she did.

I pulled the chair away from the desk, and she stood centered.

“I have work to do. But I also have a lot of stress. I need to relieve my stress, but I can’t stop working. do you understand?” I asked.

“Not really.” she said.

“Not really what?” I scolded again.

“Not really Miss Tribadoux” she said.

“Ill show you. Get on your hands and knees.” She hesitated. “DO IT NOW.” I said with some force. 

She did as instructed.

“Now scoot back under the desk.” She did until her ass met wood. “Good.”

I pulled the chair up and sat down, pulling my skirt up as I did, exposing the nude colored pantyhose to the waist. I brought the chair as close as I could, opened the center drawer, Penny ducked her head as I did. I pulled out a pair of scissors and carefully trimmed the cotton panel out of the hose. Panic was the predominate expression on Penny’s face as she stared through the new hole. Scissors away, I put first my right foot then my left on the desk, catching my heels on the edge. 

“OK Penny, your going to make me cum to help with my stress, do you understand?” She stayed frozen. I reached under her chin, tilting her face up to me, “Do you understand? You are going to lick my pussy until I cum, now get to it.” and with that I reached behind her head, and jammed her face in to my pussy. It was a mass of curly red hair, and I moved her head around until her lips were on mine.

“”EAT.” I commanded. 

She did. Slowly at first, her tongue running up through the hair, then a little firmer, eventually her tongue touched my labia and it made me shiver. I pulled her face hard in to me.

“I have work to do, I can’t be helping you eat my pussy, so get to work.” I scolded her again.

She started working more in earnest, and soon she was doing a good job. I was getting close when a knock came at the door.

“Yes?” I said as I brought my legs down and scooted in to the desk, the large desk provided enough space fit Penny, and my legs. “Come in.”

Mrs. Greene, third grade teacher, and local tell all came in. she rambled on for a few minutes, and after a couple I reached under the table and put penny back to work on me. Using her hand this time. what seemed like hours later…

“Alright, I will take care of that for you, yes, yes, goodbye Mrs. Greene,” and she left.

I scooted my hips off the chair and pulled Penny’s face back in to me, this time she went right to work. I held her against me as I pulled back, and put my feet back up on the edge of the desk. I started working my hips up and down on her face.

“Thats a good sub bitch. That’s what you are, you are MY sub bitch now.” I told her, and she seemed to like it, and started working harder. “Eat my pussy little bitch, eat you masters pussy good.” this really got her going. I squeeled as I pulled her hard in to my cunt, I did everything I could to not be loud, but I came hard, and I don’t know how quiet I was.

When I was done, I pushed her away. “You are all wet, your makeup is a mess, get cleaned up. She climbed out and stood, smoothed her dress and started to leave.

“Wait, come here bitch.” and she returned. “Lift your dress.” she did past her knees. “Higher, all the way.” She pulled it up until I couldn’t see he face. Tan panty hose, white granny panties, and a bush that was escaping even from them was before me.

“OK, drop it.” I told her. “In the future, stockings or thigh highs, no more pantyhose. No underware unless I give you permission, dresses and skirts just above the knee, not below, heels, minimum 4 inches, get some bras that push those girls up. Do you understand? You have all weekend to go shopping, text me for approval of anytihng you buy. And get that nasty bush waxed, you don’t get to keep any hair, none, do you understand?”

She nodded, a look of contentment and fullfillment was hard to hide. 

“Go, I have work to do.” and I waved her away and pretended to work at my desk as she left.

I stayed with Veronica throughout the day, and went home with her, she was at least interesting and I thought I could spend a few days with her, I at least had to stay to see how Penny followed orders.

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.

RAYA AND CARLY’S SEXY SEX STORIES A CLOSET NYMPHO STORY BY ANTONIO MURPHY

It’s 3 am Lester is awakened by his massive hard-on Lester hears the water running in the shower. Walking into the bathroom, he sees his daughter best friend showering Lester admires the young ladies sex body his cock gets even hard. Pulling the curtains back, Raya sees a huge cock right in front of her, dropping her towel at the excitement of  Stepping out of the shower to a cock that size made Raya’s pussy wet Can I touch it she asked. Yes, Lester said, grabbing Lesters huge cock made Rayia so fucking horny without warning Raya’s mouth was all over Lester’s cock. Lester grabbed his phone and pulled up blow job videos for Raya to watch to learn how to suck a man’s cock Rayia did just as the woman on the video did and it drove Lester wild Raya made Lester cum in ten seconds flat drinking every drop of his cum. After she kissed Lester forcing all the cum back down his throat, Lester spread Raya’s legs apart slowly feeling the warmth of her teenage thighs. Lester warm breath made Rayia shiver when Lester applied his lips to her clit licking and sucking her gently running his finger softly over her hard nipples made Raya scream out loud for more of Lester’s touch pinning Rayia’s leg behind her head Lester lick her pussy causing Raya to squirt into Lester’s mouth. Try to push Lester’s head away from her clit Raya moved her hips slowly so she would squirt even harder with the next wave of orgasms that was to follow shortly after. Lester rubbed his huge cock head over Raya’s clit nonstop Raya moaned and squirted as hard as she could. Now Lester said let’s see how you handle getting fisted pouring baby oil all over his hands Lester slid his whole hand inside of Rayia’s tight pussy slowly going in and out letting Raya get past the pain. Now picking up the paste Lester started to go faster Raya’s body shook nonstop faster and faster Lester went the more Raya squirted pulling his hand out slowly Lester plunged his huge cock deep into Rayia’s pussy. He is not giving Raya time to finish her orgasm, pounding her pussy so fast Raya squirt seven times back to back.

Long stroking Raya just made it worst now Raya is speaking in tongues but Lester till long dicked her down any way till finally, Lester came inside her causing her to shake uncontrollably still speaking in tongues Raya was out of it, so Lester claimed her down and cuddled with her till they both drifted off to sleep. The next day Raya and Carly went to the mall her dad Lester had work he had to finish, so he dropped them off, Carly and Raya spent the day shopping and trying on clothing Carly was in the dressing room taking off her panties to try on the new ones she bought bending over to sild them up. Carly showed off her massive pussy a security officer walking by looking down saw panties on the floor, so Roy opened the door which Carly forgot to lock walking in Roy saw her bending over to take off her new panties damn Roy said that’s one big pussy I would love to suck that shit. Carly tried to cover herself but stopped after he had already seen her pussy out sorry Roy said, but your body is sexy Roy told Carly would you like to taste me she asked for real Roy said yes but take it easy on me I’m a virgin you know. Locking the door, Roy walked over to Carly lifting her off her feet and standing her on the bench Carly opened her legs slowly to give Roy access to her clit. Roy sucked Carly slowly as Roy did, so Carly moaned softly I never had a jamcan man lick my pussy before Carly said, but Roy’s mouth was full with Carly’s huge clit in it. Grabbing Roy by his dreads, Carly face fucked him right in front of the camera sucking and licking Carly fast now she squirmed as she was about to cum. Stopping Roy pulled his enormous cock out slipped it right into Carly’s wet cum soaked pussy. Carly screamed as Roy had about eighteen inches of dick he was pounding on her with tears flowing down Carly’s face, but the excitement of getting fucked right in the dressing room with people and the camera looking at them made her pussy that much wetter fucking Carly deep made her cum so fearlessly. I want to suck your dick Carly told Roy after she squirted cum all over his huge cock dropping to her knees Carly tried to fit all of Roy’s massive cock into her mouth, but it was just too big for her to do so. But Carly did put one hell of a head job on Roy’s dick head tho she worked Roy head so good he came so hard cum shot out of Carly’s nose. Taking his cock rally deep down Carly’s throat Roy came again and again damn Roy said wow that was good. As they got dressed and kissed Roy gave Carly his number And said call me any time my queen Carly grabbed Roy taking him back into the dressing room and riding his dick again damn I love this dick Carly told Roy. Roy’s stroke was so powerful it made Carly’s legs shake constantly fucking the shit out of Carly Roy bend her over and fucked her ass intensely Carly screamed and didn’t care who could hear her holding Carly by both of her wrists Roy long stroked her tight asshole making Carly shit the floor around them. O I’m about to cum again Roy said as he fucked Carly ass faster finally Roy shot his sperm right inside Carly’s asshole filling her up good pulling their pants back up and walking off Carly left her panties on the floor as well see as they were soaked in shit. Raya came just in time to see Carly walking funny as she exited the dressing room what have you been doing she asked will tell you later right now we have to get something to eat stomach is killing me. (Hi, this is Raya and Carly if you would like to read more of our hot slutty sex stories then smash that like button and our writer will bring you more of our sexy sex stories. Thank you for reading.)

GIRL WHO CAME BACK

Introduction:

My first story, very story-based, so starts quite slow. Hope you like it,It starts the same way. Standing in my living room with the phone ringing. Around me, walls rip away, frames are sucked into the sky, the ground cracks, everything is chaos, and yet, there was no sound apart from that damn ringing. I try to stop myself, but as always, like every other time, I walk over, the dream refusing to end, refusing to let go. I pick up the phone, and hear the words, “Is this David Leonard? Sir, there’s been an accident…”

And as always, I jerk awake, my face drenched in sweat. As always, I just sit by the edge of the bed and while waiting for the tears to stop, think about my past, what I had lost.

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I was 16 when I met my wife. It should have been nothing special, just a friend introducing her to me, but from the moment I met Jeanne, it just sort of clicked, no matter how corny it may sound. Jeanne was a pretty 5’5 brunette with brown eyes and a smile that could warm the coldest of days. Despite looking very ordinary, wearing jeans with a loose green top at the time, I found myself being more attracted to her than any of our college sluts who go around wearing tight tops and skirts that look more like belts. She was something different, something special.

We went to the same college, were chosen for the same university, most of my young adult years was spent with her, my closest friend. As we grew older, the line between friends/couple became increasingly strained, sideway glances turning into guilty smiles, guilty smiles turning into flirting, flirting turning into teasing, but neither of us took it any further. Too scared, too proud or the fear of rejection, I don’t know, but it looked like I would forever remain in the friend zone, which is the worst place for a guy to be. Fact.

That changed when Jeanne had invited me as her +1 for cousin’s wedding, both of us being 19 at the time. I had already been introduced to her parents, John and Nadine, and they seemed to like me, so it wasn’t awkward or out of the blue. Anyway, during the reception, I found myself dancing with one of the bride’s sisters, who was very…enthusiastic, let’s put it like that. Especially her hands, which were definitely rubbing against things they shouldn’t. Trying to pull away, and ignoring that sly look in her eyes, my eyes caught Jeanne, who was trying hard not to laugh at my discomfort. And yet, she seemed slightly bothered about it as well.

Managing to pull away, I sat down next to Jeanne, ignoring her jibes. Throughout the evening, the eager bridesmaid tried to catch my eye several times while I was talking to Jeanne, but I smiled back at her, not wanting to hurt her feelings. Of course, that only encouraged her and so, when I saw her approaching me, I did the only logical thing I could think of. I asked Jeanne to dance with me.

Spontaneous. Random. Out of the blue. Jeanne looked at me curiously, before glancing to the bridesmaid, and asked, “Any particular reason?”

“It’s a wedding. People are dancing. Do I really need a reason?”

The way she was staring at me, I half-expected her to decline. But to my surprise, Jean sighed, saying, “Come on, then.”

It was a slow song, and so, finding some space on the floor, I drew her in, placing my hand on her waist and did that classic dance that involved nothing but circling, made for people like me who had no idea how to dance. We moved slowly, just me and her. I had expected for it to feel awkward, having never danced, not even at my prom. But in reality, it was…nice. I found myself enjoying the closeness, the warmth shared between us. Looking down at her, and seeing the small smile on her face, I forgot every piece of restraint I had and kissed her. At the contact, every part of me shivered, and as Jeanne kissed me back, I failed to notice anything else. No idea how long it lasted, could have been years, before she pulled away, and it was only when she gave a small smile and rested her head on my shoulder that my heart started beating again. Both of us giddy as fools, we carried on dancing, oblivious to the world and whoever was in it.

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The same nightmare. The same Phone. The Same message. “There’s been an accident. You need to…”

The living room fades to black. The only thing left were the voices.

“Severe Damage…Heavy Blood loss”
“She’s going into cardiac arrest!”
“Clear!!!”

Then it abruptly stops, moments of silence. And then:

“I’m sorry, Mr.Leonard. We did everything we could, but we were unable to save both of them.”

With a cry of anguish, I was back to real life, in the early morning. Breathing heavily, I forced myself up and went downstairs, not even bothering to try to go back to sleep. How could I, knowing that the funeral was in a few hours?

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Three years later after our kiss, a year after our marriage, Jeanne gave birth to our daughter. She had been staying with her parents during the final stages of her pregnancy as per her request, which meant I only heard that she was in labour as I was making my way home from the airport, having been at a conference for the past three days. Smashing the gas pedal of my BMW, I raced to the hospital, driving to the edge of my- no, the car’s limit. Speed cameras, I hear you say? Funny, I didn’t notice any.

Shutting the car door behind me, running as fast as I can, I made my way through the hospital. Darting through hallways, asking for directions impatiently, I finally saw John standing outside a door, anxiously waiting. Apologizing to him for the delay, and finding out that Nadine was with Jeanne, the two of us waited in that hallway, neither one of us saying a word. I was terrified, partly thinking about everything that could go wrong, but most of all, that soon, I was going to be a father. I mean, holy…

The door opened and the nurse told us to come in. I looked at John, and asked, “You ready to meet your granddaughter?”

He gave a nervous smile, replying, “About as ready as you meeting your daughter.”

Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room, and that’s when I first saw her, crying in Jeanne’s arms. Walking over, I met Jeanne’s eyes, and we both smiled/cried as we looked down at our daughter. She was a little replica of Jeanne, right down to the bone.

“She looks exactly like you, Jeanne”, John said, in a slightly shaky voice, while Nadine grasped the baby’s- my daughter’s hand.

“Not quite, Kyra got something from her father”, Jeanne replied, her voice filled with exhaustion. “David, come on, introduce yourself.”

My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I walked up to her, and the feeling I got when I held Kyra for the first time, as she cried with surprising volume, it was… inexplicable, and I refuse to even try and explain it. It took all my self-control to not break down and cry with her. Instead, I gently whispered “Kyra” in her ear, and her eyelids opened just a fraction, allowing me to see a flash of grey.

“She’s got your eyes, David”, Nadine said, and it was then that was when I felt like a father, and the emotions running through me…was ageless.

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The next few days passed quickly for me. I would come early every day, waiting impatiently by the door until I was allowed in. Jeanne had trouble with the birth and was still quite weak, so I would stay by her, making sure she was alright, never leaving her side or Kyra’s.

The time came when we finally took both of them home, inviting Jeanne’s parents to stay with us for a while, and the next few months, I would forever remember as the best part of my life.

However, the next three years was both amazing and frustrating. Because of Kyra and the fact I was making enough money for the both of us, Jeanne decided to quit her job and became a full-time mother. I was working as a manager for a multi-firm company, and the meetings/deadlines/conferences took so much of my time, I couldn’t be around Kyra as much as I wanted to. But still, no matter how tiring and stressful my job got, when I got home, I would be cheered up instantly by the two people that mean most to me.

And so, the years passed.

The main thing I noticed as Kyra grew up was that she seemed closer to me than her mother, but I figured that this was mainly because I wasn’t around as much as Jeanne was. I still remember her as a toddler, like it was yesterday. Kyra may look like Jeanne, but she had inherited my personality as well as the eyes. Always messing around, always curious, it was remarkable I found myself changing into a child when I’m with her.

Unfortunately, as Kyra got older, I found myself spending less and less time with her, mainly due to my promotion as Assistant CEO in a multi-firm company. But I never forgot certain events. Her first day of school. Her first play. Her first dance class. Things like that.

Jeanne and Kyra had become my whole life. There was nothing more that I could want or need. But my job prevented me from showing that to them, and it left me feeling useless.

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The Funeral.

For most people, when someone close to you dies, it would be agonizing, but that wasn’t the case for me. Throughout the service, I just felt hollow, empty. Ironically, it was a perfect day weather-wise. The sun shining, a gentle breeze, but to me, the world was lifeless. I just stood there, holding Nadine, comforting her as the rites were being said. John was more composed, mainly because he’s an old-fashioned guy who doesn’t show emotions as much, but even he couldn’t stop the tears rolling down his face.

It was just another ordinary day, and it should have been. But a woman in a 4×4, who was partly drunk, lost control of her car on the road next to the pier. The 4×4 skidded across the road, before crashing into a small, red Fiat coming from the opposite direction, driven by a woman and her 12 year old daughter coming home from her dance recital. Both cars hit the barrier at the edge and went right through it. Both cars fell onto the rocks at the bottom. Jeanne and Kyra died instantly at the impact. The 4×4 driver managed to survive because her car was more robust, but it didn’t stop her spine from breaking, paralysing her from the waist down. Not sure whether to feel pity or satisfaction at that. Not sure if I can feel at all anymore.

People occasionally came up to me to give me words of comfort, after the service, but I generally gave them a general ‘thanks for coming’ before moving on. Rude, I know, but that’s how I felt. After all the friends and relatives left, I just went back to their graves and stood there with Jeanne’s parents, the three of us standing so still, there was no difference between the statues and ourselves.

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FIVE YEARS LATER

I arrived home around 10 o’clock that night, exhausted to the point of almost passing out. Every single action, opening the front door, removing my shoes, heating some food in a microwave, seemed to take ten times the effort it normally would. Becoming CEO certainly hasn’t helped me out much, but apparently I was the only man for the job. Besides, it’s not like I had anything to do at home.

Collecting my dinner, I made my way into the living room and fell onto the sofa. Turning on the T.V, I mindlessly switched channels while eating, thinking about Sarah, a woman in my office who has asked me out (for coffee, for dinner. Etc) at least 4 times so far. My friends, the few I still have left, think I’m either gay or stupid to refuse her offer, as she was very fit and looked nothing like her 36 years. I can’t think of a reason why she would be attracted to a wreck like me, but it made it difficult for me to say a straight no. I would always make an excuse, and I hoped that eventually, she would think, too many coincidences and get the message. Harsh, maybe, but it wasn’t as harsh as saying no to her face. Was it?

Clearing my thoughts, I wasted about an hour, watching a half-decent crime movie, before I decided to turn in for the night. Turning the TV off, I made my way upstairs, leaving my plate on the table. Luckily, I had arranged the next week off, and so was looking forward to actually having a decent amount of sleep for a change.

After a quick shower, I caught myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. I still looked pretty much the same as I did 10 years ago, but being in my late 30’s, you could definitely tell I wasn’t exactly in the prime of my life. My eyes, hollow and empty, gave that away. I rolled a few grey hairs on my head between my fingers and ran a hand down my stubble, before deciding to ignore it and carried on cleaning my teeth, just wanting to sleep.

I didn’t even bother changing when I was done, just went inside my room, stripped to my boxers and fell onto the bed, asleep in an instant.

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RRRRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!

Did I just hear that? After a few seconds of listening, I figured I must have imagined it, and decided to ignore it and try to go back to sleep.

RRRRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!

The doorbell. With a groan, I tried to push myself up. Failing, I settled to look at my watch, learning that it was quarter to ten. I settled back down, figuring that whoever it was; they can bugger off, and was just on the point of sleep when…

RRRRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!! RRRRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!! RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGG!!!!

“I’M COMING! “ I roared, as I rolled out of bed. Uttering curses, I grabbed a bathrobe, and stomped down the stairs, wincing as my foot hit the banister. Making my way to the front door, I considered whether to use my fists, as I prepared myself to confront the fucking idiot. Pulling the door open, ignoring the sudden chill of air, I yelled, “Do you have any idea-“, before freezing in surprise.

Standing in front of me was a young woman, looking at me with shock. We stared at each other for a moment, before I finally said, “I’m sorry, you must have the wrong house.”

Yet, I knew I was wrong, I felt like I’d seen this girl before.

She looked me up and down, before saying hesitantly, “Your robe…”

Oh, God no, I thought, but looking down, I saw my bare chest and stomach and unfortunately, due to my tight boxers and the fact it was morning, the very noticeable bulge of my slightly erect dick. With a silent curse, I tied the knot, and looked back at her, in a casual pose, as if I wasn’t fazed.

“Not the best of introductions. Do I know you?” I asked smoothly, still racking my brains to where I’d seen her before.

“It’s been a long time since you last saw me, but you should remember.” She replied, a faint smile on her face.

Slightly irritated but curious, I looked her up and down, waiting for something to click in my mind. Wearing thick leggings and a hoodie, she was around 5”7 (guessing it from my 5”10). Trying to find a resemblance to people I knew, I examined her face closely, which must have looked odd, as she gave a quick laugh.
She was very pretty, that much can be said. I couldn’t tell much because of the hoodie, but she had a very attractive face, with a cute smile and dark-eyes blues, and……….wait, the eyes. I stared into them, pale grey into dark blue, eyes I knew, eyes I remembered. In a flash, memories rushed at me. Two girls running around in my garden; a young girl smiling at me, with those same dark-blue eyes before Kyra emptied a jug of water over her head.

I pulled back, and with a smile, said “Hi, Amy”, to which she gave a shy smile.

I stared at her, shocked that Amy, of all people, was at my doorstep. Lost in memories, I was disrupted by a tug on my shoulder. Amy was looking at me with a slight smile, saying “You do realise it’s freezing out here.”

I stared at her blankly, before coming back to reality.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” I said apologetically, flattening myself against the wall to let her through. As she passed, her body rubbed against mine, causing a sudden jolt in my chest. 

“Living room is on the left”, I said after she passed. “Take a seat, I’ll just take a second to get changed”. 
I made my way to my room, still unable to believe Amy was here. After so long, this girl from my past had come back. While changing into a simple t-shirt and jeans, my mind went back, to a happier time and place.

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Amy was Kyra’s best friend, from her younger days. Her and her parents lived in our neighbourhood, (the very same place I live now). Jeanne and I had met Adam and Sarah during a social gathering. They were likeable, and Amy seemed like a nice kid, if not slightly inquisitive for her 6 years of age. However, it was when the three of them first came round to our house and Amy first met Kyra, a toddler at the time, that she became part of my life.

Amy loved my daughter, and Kyra seemed to instinctively connect with her. Throughout the years, they never failed to see each other at least four times a week. Despite the 4-year gap between them, the two of them were inseparable.

Time passed, and Amy’s parents started having marital issues and because we were their closest friends, it became common for her to stay with me and Jeanne while Adam and Sarah went on romantic trips or vacations, desperately trying to flare their relationship back into life. When Amy did come over, Jeanne and I always made sure to treat her like an adult, despite her being 11 at the time, partly because she was very mature for her age, mostly because we didn’t want be a parent substitute for her, as it might screw her relationship with her own.

As the issues between Adam and Sarah worsened, Amy stayed at our house more and more, until it came to the point where she was staying with us more than her own parent’s house. Well, I say us, but I wasn’t around that much either. Having been promoted again, I found myself spending even less time at home, so it was just Amy, Kyra and Jeanne most of the time.

Over time, despite my original thoughts, I found myself thinking of Amy as a second daughter, and treated her as such. She would come to me, asking for help, on homework, friend issues or whatever was on her mind. I would put aside whatever work I had, and like I did for Kyra, talk with her in a way that she answers her own question. (People tend to follow the advice you guide them to rather than the advice you tell them to do).

Coming home from the out-of-town conferences, I would bring presents to the two girls and after a while, Amy would expect these gifts. I would sometimes pretend to have forgotten it, but she wasn’t fooled, not even once. As for Jeanne, I had learnt that excessively buying her gifts just made her pissed, and she told me that I shouldn’t feel guilty. Even so, at night, I would try and make it to her, and trust me; she is a hell of a screamer.

Anyway, a year later, out of the blue, Amy’s parents suddenly announced their decision to move up north. Amy was 13 when they left; I remember the day clearly, her parents walking down their garden path with their suitcases, while Kyra and Amy were in the porch, bawling their eyes out. Jeanne was comforting Amy and Kyra, telling them it would be fine, while I talked to her parents, wishing them luck on their new life. Though, by the look on both their faces, I knew that the sudden relocation wasn’t going to improve their marriage. They were just delaying the inevitable, but I kept that thought to myself.

Making my way back after saying my goodbyes, I passed by Amy, walking to the car, with the most miserable expression on her face. After a brief thought, I called her back and embraced her in a small hug, her head just about reaching my mid-chest, before kneeling down and telling her, how a pretty girl like her would have no trouble fitting in her new home, and that she shouldn’t be sad or scared. She gave a shy smile in reply, blushing slightly, but seemed a lot more cheerful, as she embraced me tightly, before running to the car. I lifted myself back up, picked Kyra up, and the three of us watched the car drive away, Amy furiously waving with tears in her eyes. And that was, as the car turned round the corner, the last time I saw her.

Kyra cried waterworks for hours, and it took all our strength and patience to cheer her up. Over the next few months, when Kyra wasn’t doing her homework or her chores, she would be on the computer, chatting with Amy on MSN, Skype, whatever it was called, discussing whatever young girls discussed at the time. They never met face-to-face again, the…..accident happening two years later.

Amy and her parents couldn’t make it to the funeral as they was on holiday abroad, but a few weeks later, I received from her, by post, a beautifully drawn card. Her pain and loss literally poured out of the card, from every care-written word to the small drawings in the corners. It was clear that Kyra’s death had affected her greatly, and I wrote two letters that day, one to Amy, thanking her for the gift and giving words of comfort. The second, to Adam, telling him that Amy had been extremely close to Kyra, thus asking him to keep an eye on her. I had posted those letters, thinking that was that.

And now, seven years later, she had come back.

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“You sure know a good time to visit, Amy”, I said, as I entered the living room.

Amy was standing by the study table, looking through my album, filled with photos of Jeanne, Kyra and me. She hadn’t even heard. 

Walking up to her, I placed my hand on her shoulder. She turned round sharply, before wiping her cheeks with her sleeve.

“Sorry”, she said, her voice slightly shaky. “It’s-“

“I know”, I replied softly.

An awkward silence filled the room, and I went to turn on the electric fireplace, trying to warm the place up a bit.

As she sat down on the sofa, I made my way to the kitchen, saying “Make yourself at home; I’ll be back with some coffee”.

It took a few minutes, but I came back with two cups filled with the perfect antidote for a cold morning.
Walking up to her, I noticed that Amy had removed her hoodie and placed it close to the fire. I could now see that she had wavy dark-blonde hair that ended in curls, a hairstyle that really suited her. She was wearing a tight grey sweater and with those leggings, I couldn’t help but notice that she had a nice physique, not too thin, curves in the right places. Unconsciously, my eyes went to her chest area for an instant, and found that while she had medium sized breasts, they were very round and stuck out firmly, something I noticed even more with that sweater.

Realising that I had accidently checked her out, I slapped myself mentally for the perverted thoughts before handing her the cup, to which she gave her smile, with the words, “Thank you, David.”
I noticed that fact that she had used my first name, and it bugged me, as she had always called me “Mr.Leonard”, but I brushed it aside.

We chatted aimlessly while we drank the coffee, filling each other in of the past 7/8 years. I told Amy about my job and recent life while she told me about her university and her hobbies/interests.

“So how old are you now?” I asked after talking about her course for University.

“21 in four months”, she replied, with a strange smile, like it was part of an inside joke, which confused me slightly, but I disregarded it.

To change the subject, I asked her something that I was wondering about for a while. 

“So how are your parents doing?”

At the very question, Amy’s face darkened, confirming my guess.

“That bad, eh?” I asked with concern.

“You don’t know,” she replied with a weary tone. “Mom and Dad divorced three years ago. I lived with my mum for a while, and she couldn’t have been more miserable, always blaming me for everything. I had to get out of there. Dad……I haven’t seen him in a while, not since he hooked up with some local slut called Jade. No idea where he is now, could be dead for all I know, the fucking prick. So yeah, it is that bad”.

Amy returned to drinking her coffee, before she noticed the shock on my face, and asked what was wrong.
I shook my head in reply, saying, “Nothing, it just seems weird to hear you talking like this. It only seems like yesterday that you were a child.”

Something, annoyance possibly, flickered through her eyes, and she said softly, “That was a long time ago”.

“I know. It’s just strange, that’s all.” I countered, before asking, “So where do you live now?”

“I stayed with my friends for a while, and when I got a decent part-time job, rented a small apartment. It’s a nice place, good value for money.”

“You don’t live on Campus, then?”

“Don’t even get me started on my Campus”, she replied with emotion, and started giving me a ferocious rant on everything wrong with the place.

“You should have been in my University, that place was wild”, I replied, telling a few stories of my young, foolish self and the troubles we got in.

As we talked, the topics ranging to… pretty much everything, I was surprised by how easy it was; it felt like talking to a lifelong friend. Amy was confident, her enthusiasm infectious and she had an incredible sense of humour, one to rival the one I had. I found myself laughing like I’ve never laughed in the past 7 years, and catching my breath, I realised that she was what I used to be, and seeing how far I had fallen, I couldn’t help but be slightly depressed.

Eventually, I finally got my senses together and asked, “So, what’s with the sudden appearance?”
Amy’s face lost its shine. For a moment, I wondered if she was going to cry, but then, she reached into her bag and withdrew a small chain.

“I was cleaning the storeroom in my apartment, and I found this”, She said slowly, before placing the chain in my open palm. “Kyra gave it to me the day I left and I just thought……it should belong to you.” 

I had hoped that she wouldn’t mention her. To be honest, even now, it hurts when I think about them. It had taken a whole year to get out of my depression, the worst days of my life. I didn’t know if I had the strength to endure that again. Nevertheless, I opened my palm (no idea when I closed it), and examined the chain.

Silver, with a small heart at the end. I recognised it instantly, as it had been a gift from me. Kyra had always been crazy about chains, that much can be said. Girls and their jewellery, eh? She loved this, it was her most favourite one, and yet, she had simply given it to Amy. That, more than anything, gave me my answer.

“No.” I said softly, standing up. Amy stood up too, looking confused. “I have my memories. But Kyra gave this to you, and I wouldn’t feel right if I had this.”

I put the chain back in her hand, saying, “Besides, I think it would look much better on you”.

Amy’s eyes were wet. I think mine were too, but I didn’t want to check.

“Thank you”, she said, her voice quivering. She put the chain around her neck, and I helped attach it at the back, my fingers slightly brushing the skin of her neck.

“You see, it suits you perfectly”, I said with a smile, after putting it on. She smiled back at me, her dark blue eyes more noticeable than ever. And then, she took a step forward, right up to me, staring at me with a hard look in her eyes. Her head moved forward, and without even thinking about it, I found mine moving back. Amy stared at me as if she had been slapped, and then…

“I should get going, I have to be at the station at 12”, she said suddenly, pulling back.

I too was kicked back to my senses, but I took it in stride, despite the fact I had no idea what just happened.

“That’s OK. Do you want a lif-“

“No”, she replied, in a sharp tone, answering before I even asked the question. “It’ll be good for me to walk for a while.”

Amy seemed very hesitant and confused, as she put her hoodie back on, and believe me, the feeling was mutual. She wanted to say something, but found her unable to do it. I found myself being more scared than I have in years.

“Bye, David. Thanks for the coffee.” She said, opening the front door.

Standing at the doorway, she gave me a hug that seemed to linger before pulling her hood over her head and briskly walking away.

I watched her walk away, before closing the door, feeling unnerved. My mind was spinning, still wondering what the hell just happened. It can’t be what I thought it was. I sat back down on the sofa, staring blankly at the cup on the coffee table, before the ringing phone brought me back.

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Over the next few weeks, I found myself being a lot more confident. I found myself changing with no conscious reason. A new self, meeting with people after work, getting drunk and having a good time. My new attitude certainly got me more popular with my colleagues, though I was careful to still do the work and never overdo my new self. After all, I was the CEO, and was expected to be the responsible one.

I also noticed the amount of attractive females in the office, women I hadn’t noticed for years and found myself flirting around them, especially towards Sarah. I found myself spending more and more time with her, enjoying every second we spent together. And yet, even though I am now happier than I’ve been in years, I could not make that final step. I could not ask her out, something was stopping me.

The constant battle between my will and my mind raged within me, until I decided that this was a simple problem to solve. I wanted to call Sarah, to just ask her out, but I couldn’t. Therefore, I decided not bother. I’ll just stay like this, my new attitude, casual flirting, nothing more. And though I knew it was not fair on her, I figured that this was the best way. And sometimes, for a split second, I almost convince myself of that.

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TWO MONTHS LATER

It was absolutely pouring with rain during the journey home. After popping into the local supermarket to stock up on food, I was making my way back to the car, getting soaked, when I accidentally bumped into someone, and was it fate or a huge coincidence that it happened to be her?

“Amy?” I asked, still unable to believe the odds. She looked like she had been outside for hours, she was absolutely drenched. Her clothes had been soaked to the point of being shapeless, and her hood was absolutely failing at keeping her head dry. Carrying a small suitcase with her, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

“David? Oh my God, what are the chances?” She exclaimed, cheerful, even in this weather. I gestured her to walk with me to my car.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked with concern, as I opened the boot and put the bags and her suitcase in.

“Just a small problem, I’m supposed to stay at my friend’s house, but apparently, her family decided at the last minute for them to all go to their cousin’s house.” Amy said, her casual tone making the whole scenario somehow amusing. “So I’ve been spending the last hour walking around in the rain, trying to find a hotel in this shithole of a city.”

“Well, you’re definitely handling it better than me.” I replied with a laugh. “If that happened to me, you’ll hear my curses from a 2 mile radius, and random people will be shouted at to the point of crying.”

Closing the boot shut, I heard Amy asking me if I knew there were any hotels nearly, when, out of nowhere, I asked:

“Why don’t you stay with me?”

Did I really just say that? Why did I just say that?

“Stay…….. with you?”, Amy asked slowly, and was it just me, or did her eyes light up?

Okay, David, you cannot take back what you just said, so go balls confident.

“Sure, I mean, it’s only one night, right?” I said, making my voice sound as casual as possible. “It’s seems like an easier choice than paying for a hotel, but it’s your choice.”

Amy seemed to consider the option, but somehow, I knew that she had already decided. She just didn’t want to look too eager. So I waited patiently, and then, a few seconds later:

“Sure, I guess that’s fine.” Amy replied, with a smile. As she got in the car, I looked up, knowing that the weather was definitely getting worse. Sighing, I got into my car as well, and started the car. Somewhere in the back of my mind, as I was pulling out of the spot, I wondered if Amy staying over was a good idea, but I chose to ignore that thought, and started to drive back home.

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We reached my house about half an hour later, during which the rain had become a storm. Lightning frequently streaked across the sky, followed by the deafening sound of thunder. The rain battered us without mercy as we made our way up the path, and Amy huddled close to me to shelter her from the worst of the downpour. Reaching the front door, I gave my keys to her (I was carrying the bags and suitcase), and she quickly opened the door, before rushing inside, eager to get out of the downpour. I followed suit, closing the door behind me before placing the bags on the hallway, as we laughed our heads off for no real reason.

After calming down, I turned to Amy, and said, “Feel free to choose one of the rooms upstairs to stay in.” She thanked me in reply, and walked up the stairs. A small part of me stared at her ass as she walked up, how it moved with every step, before I forced myself to look away.

“The room on the far right is mine, so not that one”, I called after her, as I placed my jacket on the radiator, before following her upstairs and then to my room, wanting to change into some dry clothes. Rummaging through the mountain of clothes strewed on the floor, I found a t-shirt and some denim trousers, and put them on. After a brief thought, I put on some deodorant as well, to mask the smell of rain. Checking my reflection and finding it suitable, I was making my way back downstairs, when Amy suddenly came out of her room, and walked straight into me.

“Sorry David, didn’t look where I was going” Amy said apologetically.

“No problem, it was my fault, I’m not used to having someone else at the house.” I replied with a wary smile. Budging past her, I was on the stairs when she asked:

“Hey, do you mind if I use your bathroom? I really need a hot shower after all that time in the rain.”

My mind flashed on an image of Amy showering for second.

“No, it’s fine. Bathroom’s over there.” I replied casually before going downstairs, telling myself to get a grip.
While making dinner (I figured I might as well cook since I had a guest), I convinced myself that the sexual thoughts I had of Amy was just because of the whole scenario. If it was any other girl that was staying over at my house, it would probably have the same effect on me. It had nothing to do with her.

Amy is…….was Kyra’s friend; she’s like a second daughter for me. I have nothing but fatherly feelings for her, and I repeated this to myself several times. And yet…

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Having finished cooking, I decided to take a break and watch a football match that some of my friends were talking about for the past week. Sure enough, it was a hell of a game, being tied at 1-all, and some spectacular skills and fouls. I was immersed in the game, that I didn’t hear Amy walking in. It was only when she asked if there was any dinner, then I turned to her, and froze.

Amy’s choice of clothing was very………form-fitting. She was wearing pink pyjama bottoms that clung to her legs tightly, showing off her long legs and ass rather well. To go with that, a white tank top that was slightly small for her, allowing me to see her bust very clearly and the outline of a bra. It also allowed me to see a thin slice of navel, and that combined with everything else, made her look…….

She met my curious glare, and I nodded at her clothing.

“Oh, that”, she sighed. “I was only supposed to be staying with my friend for the night, and only brought my bedtime clothes and the clothes which are now drenched, so that doesn’t leave me much choice. Besides, you should see the clothes she wears at night. ”

“So, both of you spend the night together in one room, with clothes like that. Anything else you want to tell me?” I said in a nudging tone and raised eyebrows, before I could stop myself.

“I guess that it is really true that men don’t age mind-wise”, she replied with a small grin, and I counted myself off the hook, still unable to believe I had said that. More surprising, she didn’t seem to mind, in fact, it seems to have the opposite effect.

Walking past me, Amy settled down on the sofa against the side wall. I gave her the remote, asking her if she was sure that she wanted dinner now, as it was only quarter past 7. She replied yes, so I made my way to the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with two plates of Italian pasta, with my custom-made sauce, with a dash of spice (Say what you want, but I’ve always been proud of my cooking).

Judging by her reaction as she ate, Amy was definitely a fan.

“My god, this is delicious!” she said, or something similar to that as her mouth was full with pasta.

“Thanks”, I replied. “It was nothing.”

“Spare the modesty, after making food this good, you’re allowed to show off about it.”

“Well, I do what I can”, I replied with a laugh, before turning back to the T.V.

Unfortunately, Amy had decided to watch some romantic film, which wasn’t really one of my preferences, but she’s the guest so I decided to just suffer through it and watched it without really paying attention.

A while later, after both of us were done eating, as I turned my head, meaning to check the clock, my eyes skimmed over Amy, before coming back to fix on her. Because the sofa was to the side, she was sitting along the sofa, her legs resting on the armrest. My eyes ran over her long legs; how the tight pyjamas showed it off, before moving to her breasts, hidden underneath that tank-top. Again, I was fascinated by the roundness of her tits, and told myself it had to be a push-up bra, there’s no way a natural breast could defy gravity like that, unless there’s silicone involved. But she can’t have…

Amy moved slightly, and I hurriedly turned back to watch the film. Of course, after that, every so often, I would stare at her out of the corner of my eye, admiring her body. At one point, her tank-top had gone up slightly as she stretched. Now, I’d never been a navel guy, but seeing her smooth abs and belly button…. 
Of course, every time I did look at her, I would look away guiltily a few seconds later, telling myself to get a grip. But believe me, it wasn’t easy.

As the movie reached it’s climax (the two main characters getting together, really, are you even surprised?), out of nowhere, Amy asked, “Have you thought about getting married again?”

Funny, I should be offended that she asked such a personal question, but I couldn’t help but notice that I never thought about it. Was there another marriage in my future?

“I don’t know,” I replied truthfully, after a moment of thought. “I don’t know if I could.”

“That’s ridiculous. You can’t stay like this forever”, Amy said passionately. “Imagine if you had died, would you want Jeanne to remain unmarried for the rest of her life?”

Her logic was undeniable, but I chose to ignore it, saying, “It’s not that simple, Amy.”

In response, she turned the T.V off, grabbed a chair and set it down in front of me, before sitting down on it. 

Looking directly into my eyes, her dark blue into my pale grey, she said “David, it’s me. You always been there for me when I was young, I just want to repay the favour.”

I sat there, on the sofa, wondering what I should do. Part of me wants to just go to bed and let this day end, but talking to someone about a problem always lessens the burden, right?

“Ok, Amy”, I sighed. “You’re right, I should be trying to move on with my life, but I can’t and trust me, I tried. There’s this girl called Sarah in my office, I like her and I’m pretty sure that she likes me too, but guess what? Every time I go to ask her out, my mouth clamps shut. SOMETHING STOPS ME, EVERY SINGLE TIME! So, it’s not like I have a choice about remaining single, because I can’t even ask a girl out, even though sometimes, I’m really………well that doesn’t really matter. So tell me, Amy, what’s your diagnosis?”

A moment of awkward silence followed my tirade. To be honest, I did feel slightly better having let out some of my rage.

Amy’s response, when it came, came slowly, as if she was choosing her words carefully.

“Whatever stopping you from moving on is something that you have been keeping inside you for a long time, that much I can say. This is a delayed reaction.”

After a pause, Amy said slowly, “I have an idea.”

“Please, anything to help me out here.”

“Trying to solve a problem through force never helps. It’s like when you are doing an exam. You would never remember the answer by forcing it to appear. But if you try blanking out your mind and letting the answer come to you….”

“Seriously?”, I said with disbelief. “That never works in real life.”

“Have you tried?”

“Well….”

Amy gave me a stern look in reply, so with a sigh, figuring I might as well give it a shot, I slowed down my breathing and closed my eyes.

Right, I thought to myself, trying to ignore the ridiculousness of what I’m doing, Start blanking, Brain.

I don’t know how long I sat there, but incredibly, after a while, I found that Amy was telling the truth, kind of. By letting my mind relax, sitting in silence, thoughts and memories came at me, things I never even thought twice about. I sat there, waiting for it to come to me. I don’t know how long it took, but in a split second, I understood and I couldn’t believe that the answer escaped me for so long. How did I not see this before? How blind must have I been?

Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Amy’s dark blue eyes, staring at me with concern.

“Well, did it work?” she asked.

I gave a sigh, and under Amy’s questioning look, simply said, “It’s guilt.”

She looked at me as if I was crazy, before saying, “Because?”

“Jeanne and Kyra”, I replied, my voice heavy. “I was never there for them. My work took up so much of my time. I…Sometimes, I wondered if Kyra hated me for that. I tried, you have to believe me, but I couldn’t make it to every… Hell, I almost missed her birth, what kind of father would miss the birth of his own child? As she grew older, I spent less and less time at home. You should know about that, when you were staying here, how many times was I also there?”

I paused, finding it difficult to keep talking. What I had always known now hits me with full force. 

“I may have earned money for them. I may have provided for them”, I said with effort. “But I wasn’t a good husband, or a good father.”

As I let the words hit me, a deep sense of self-loathing erupted in my chest. Disgusted with myself, I stood up, wanting to go upstairs and sleep.

However, Amy stood up too, and simply said, “You’re wrong.”

I made to argue my point, but she hushed me with a wave of her hand.

“No, listen. It might be true that you weren’t around much, but when you were, you took care of your wife and Kyra better than most fathers who are always around. Trust me, you were a much better father to Kyra than my dad was to me. You worked for them, and you really think that they’ll hate you for it?”

“But…”

“I know that Kyra never hated you. When I was with her, never a day went past without her saying how awesome you are, at least once. The days that you weren’t there for her, you more than made up for it in the days that you were. Kyra loved you. Your wife loved you. In fact, the only person that hates you is you, and you don’t even have a valid reason for it.”

Amy stepped up to me and grabbed my shoulders, looked straight into my eyes, saying, “The amount of love you had for Jeanne and Kyra was nothing compared to the love they had for you, and they would be heartbroken if they could hear you right now.”

I found myself unable to disagree with her, as much as I wanted to. I don’t know how long I stood there, in silence, but suddenly, my eyes began to water, thinking of Kyra’s laugh, Jeanne’s smile, the three of us together. I had never cried at the funeral, but now, I found tears running down my face, and without knowing why, I just broke down. I barely felt Amy’s comforting embrace, just cried my heart out for Jeanne and Kyra, my lost family. 

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I left the house a while later, leaving Amy in charge. I needed fresh air, and decided to take a walk to clear my mind. Thankfully, the storm had died down; there was not a cloud in sight. The night sky seemed clearer than usual, and the stars shone brighter than I had ever seen.

Amy’s words still echoed in my mind as I walked, making me realise how stupid I’ve been. It’s doesn’t matter if I wasn’t around as much as I could have been, I did right by my wife and child. I mindlessly walked round town and found myself at the local park. I smiled as memories poured in, Kyra on the swings, her laughter. Sighing with weariness, I walked in and wiped the raindrops off a bench, the same bench where Jeanne and I used to sit, and sat down. The good times rolled through my mind, and I soon found myself laughing like hell. I have no idea why, but the night echoed with the sound of my crazy, giddy laughter.

It was at that moment, while laughing, that I realised that the guilt would never bother me again. I had loved Jeanne and Kyra, and cruel fate had taken them away. But that was no reason to be miserable, I should be celebrating life in their memory, and if that means moving on, then so be it, I know that they’ll support me.

Content, I laid back and watched the night sky, the cold barely affecting me. It is amazing how the twinkle of stars could be so fascinating. Before I knew it, it was 10 o’clock and I decided to head back.

The journey home seemed to pass in no time, my mind completely at peace. Before I knew it, I was opening the front door and was making my way to the living room.

Amy was sitting on the sofa, apparently lost in her own thoughts, and didn’t notice me until I coughed slightly.

Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and she gave me a warm smile. She stood up.

“So, how do you feel now?” she asked as she walked up to me.

“Better, and it’s because of you. I’ll owe you more than you’ll ever know.”

To my surprise, she came up to me and embraced me. After the initial shock, I hugged her back, enjoying the warmth and comfort after being in the cold for so long. My left hand went to her lower back, while my right went up to stroke her hair. I had no logical explanation for doing that, but it felt right. She gave a content sigh at the content and snuggled into me, resting her head on my shoulders. That’s when I started getting nervous, but convinced myself that I was overreacting.

After a while, she pulled back, her hands on my shoulders. There was a hard look in her eyes, the same look as last time. As my mind flashed warning lights, she leant forward, and this time, I found myself unable to move. Her lips brushed mine gently, and before I knew it, I was kissing her back. The feel of her lips brought a part of me that had been buried for so long, and so, I didn’t even think about what I was doing. It was only when I felt her tongue slip into my mouth that I stopped, with surprise.

Comprehension came a split second later. Confused and disgusted with myself, I pushed her away.

“What the Hell!” I yelled, more to myself than her.

Amy looked at me, with a hurt look in her eyes. That look made me feel guilty, even though I technically had done nothing wrong. And then, the look changed into cold fury.

“Amy, what was that about? Why did you…”

“Are you thick?” she asked in a cold tone. “Do you really not understand?”

I don’t think I’ve been this confused in my life. I had no idea what was going on, or maybe I didn’t want to accept what I thought was going on. Either way, I said nothing in reply. There was a long pause while I tried to find the words.

“Amy”, I said slowly. “You’re like family to me. I don’t understand why you would do-“

“Well, I don’t think of you like that. For me, you’ll always be my first crush, the first person I…..had feelings for.”

Silence.

“Do you want to know the main reason why I came here two months ago?”

I said nothing in reply, just listened.

“Living in an apartment and my parent’s divorce, it just made me feel…lonely. Even when I’m with my friends, it feels like I’m unwanted. I don’t know how you deal with it, but living on your own is hard for me. I’m used to being cared for all my life, and you’re mostly to blame for that. And then, when I found the chain, I remembered about you.”

Her face was red with embarrassment, but she didn’t stop. 

“I had a crush on you since I was 12. You were dependable. You cared about me. You-”

She came to a halt, her face scarlet, like she just realised what she was saying.

As for me, I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. Again, I was amazed by my ignorance and stupidity. How did I not see this before? 

“Amy, I don’t understand. Do you-”

“Yes” she said softly, “I don’t want to marry you, or to be your girlfriend or anything like that. It’s just that I want to be with you, and that’s still a type of love.”

“Amy, these feelings you have are not uncommon”, I said with a sigh, ignoring the perverted thoughts ramming into my head. “It’s just an attraction and it will-”

“Do I look like I’m 12? I’m 20 now, and I can tell you the feelings I have for you aren’t going that easily.”
I just groaned with frustration, and looking straight at her, said, “Amy, I don’t know what more I can say to make you understand.”

She stared at me for a long time, searching for something, before she sighed and turned away, replying “You don’t need to. I’ll just go upstairs, leave you alone. Thank you for letting me stay here.”

And with that, she left the room, looking to be on the point of tears. I wanted to comfort her but found myself unable to find the words, so I let her go, before falling back to the couch, the inner battles in my head overwhelming me.

I must have dozed off soon after that, for I found myself waking up 2 hours later. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned before stretching my muscles. I enjoyed about a minute of ignorant bliss before the day’s events hit me. Amy staying over, the kiss, her confession, everything.

Placing my hands on my head, I groaned. Who do you blame in this situation? Somehow, I don’t think it can be put on either one of us. I want to be able to help her, like she helped me, but….how I am supposed to sleep with someone who’s like a daughter to me?

Hang on; can I even call her that? I mean, most fathers don’t usually have fantasies involving their daughters, do they? And I’m pretty sure I’m not into incest. Or am I?

Jesus Christ, so many questions! And not one of them has an answer. Not even one!

Slapping the back of my head, I decided to go to the kitchen. It was there, drinking a glass of iced water, that I remembered how Amy had helped me before.

Was it even possible for it to work twice? No harm in trying.

Not wanting to give myself a chance of backing out, I sat cross-legged on the floor, and closing my eyes, focused on my slow breathing. In…out. Thinking of nothing else. I did that for as long as I could, before opening my eyes and letting the thoughts come to me.

Amy staring at me.

Kyra at the swings, Jeanne taking photos.

Sarah laughing at my joke.

How Amy was like a daughter to me.

Was.

Not ‘is’. ‘Was’.

Which surely means that I don’t now, right?

It was 13-year-old Amy that was like a daughter to me, and the simple truth is that the woman staying at my house tonight is not her. After she tried to kiss me during her first visit, I could no longer think of her in that way. 

Maybe I wouldn’t be saying this if she had been in my life constantly, but she wasn’t. Try as I could, I couldn’t even picture her as a 13-year-old anymore. I just saw her as she is now, a beautiful, witty young woman and all that I need now was the courage to go up and tell her that.

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Standing outside her door, I found myself hesitating. Last minute doubts tried to force me back, but pushing it aside, I knocked on the door. I waited until I heard her reply, and walked in. Amy was standing by the edge of the bed, trying to hide her emotions through a blank face.

“What’s wrong?”, she asked with concern, even after everything, still caring about me. That, more than anything else, made me sure I was doing the right thing.

“Nothing, I just realised that… you were right” I replied, walking up to her.

Amy looked right into my eyes, dark blue into pale grey, and in a shaky voice, asked “About…w-what?”
Placing a hand on her lower back, I gently pulled her towards me and brushed her upper lip with my finger. Amy shuddered in my hold, and before she could say anything else, I moved forward and kissed her.

Her eyes widened in shock, before she moaned in my mouth and started kissing me back. This time, however, it was me that started parting her lips with my tongue, and with her permission, started venturing its depths. Amy was literally shaking in my hands, and withdrawing my tongue back, I gently tugged at her bottom lip while running my hand up her back, before pulling back, saying “About that”.

Brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, as her whole body shivered with the contact, I waited for her reply. She started at me with a hard look in her eyes, a look that made me think I had gone too far and that I was going to get slapped for it, but before I could begin to apologise, she literally tackled me. The momentum forced me back, as she kissed me ferociously. As my back hit the wall, my hands went down and grabbing her ass, pushed her higher up my body. Amy got the idea and wrapped her legs around my waist, the whole time kissing me with so much force, I couldn’t help but think of nothing else.

Locked in our vertical embrace, I didn’t notice the bed in my way, and as the back of my knees connected with it, I fell back on the mattress, Amy sprawling on top of me. I found that gently biting her bottom lip made her even more enthusiastic, and abused it for all I could, until finally, she broke away to breathe.

Both of us were gasping like mad, and my heart was beating so hard that it was actually hurting me slightly. I hadn’t felt passion like this for a while, and combining that with Amy’s exuberance, it was like an old man who had been deaf all his life suddenly listening to… dubstep. Wearing headphones. At full volume. And the effect was good.

“Hell, Amy, I never felt anything like that for a long time” I sighed, with content.

She looked down at me, saying “It’s your own damn fault, we could have done this two months ago… but no, you had to make me wait.”

Grabbing her, I spun around, and moved so that we were lying lengthwise along the bed, me on top of her.

“Two months, eh? I guess I have to make it worth your while” I replied, and kissed her lips, before slowly moving down. Gently brushing my lips along her neck, enjoying her soft moans, I moved at a very slow pace, wanting to tease her. I placed kisses along the collarbone, while slowly moving her tank top up her body. Amy saw my intentions and pushed herself, lifting her arms to allow me to pull it away from her, revealing a dark-blue bra that I quickly unstrapped before tossing it aside. And it was then I finally had the answer to a question I had been wondering about since I first saw her. Definitely not fake.

Her breasts were perfect, I’m guessing a B size, but it stuck firmly out of her body, and it’s firmness… I gently placed my hands over them, and rubbing the nipples with my thumb, squeezed slightly, and hell, did it feel incredible!

Amy whimpered as I played with her nipples, tugging them slightly and watching how they stuck out. I was fascinated by her breasts and couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. Grabbing her, I rolled her over so she was on top of me and aligned myself with her left nipple. Seeing the anticipation on her face, I did everything I could to prolong the inevitable, rubbing my hands along her back while brushing her nipples with my lips. I don’t even know why, but seeing Amy frustrated was a huge turn-on for me.

But of course, the human resolve can only be held to a limit, and when she literally tries to force the breast on my mouth, I guessed I had delayed it by enough, and gently licked her nipple. Amy shifted suddenly under my grasp, and continued to move while I attacked her nipple with my tongue. I gently bit her nipples a few times, before I latched onto a nipple and began to suck.

She must be an incredibly sensitive there, for she gave a great moan of pleasure before grabbing my head and pushed it further into her breast. For me, her nipple tasted just like any other part of the skin but the knowledge of what it was doing to her was giving me more satisfaction that I ever thought I could feel without physically wanking.

As this point, she pulled my head up to her and kissed me, forcing our tongues into a savage duel. I was feeling every part of her I could reach, before pushing me down, whispering “Please…”

I didn’t have to wait long to understand what she was asking me to do. As I kissed down her navel, the scent of her arousal caught my attention and with curiosity, I moved down and slowly removed her pyjama bottoms and panties, before freezing with surprise. 

To say that she was ‘wet’ is a huge understatement, she was absolutely drenched. Jesus, this girl was horny. Tracing a line through her slit, I brushed her swollen lips, and heard her hiss with pleasure.

It’s been a long time since I last did this, but some things you don’t forget. Lowering my face to her pussy, I gently blew into it, teasing her, before running my tongue down her slit in one sweep, making her jerk violently. The taste of her juices was something that I could get used to, having an underlying sweetness to it, but I was still unsure about it, and so taking things very slow at first, gently laving her outer lips with my saliva, enjoying making her squirm as I hovered my thumb over her clit, brushing it slightly every now and then. 

Amy’s increased moans turned me on even more, and when I finally couldn’t resist anymore and there was a chance of her physically hurting me in her frustration, I stuck my tongue and started licking every inch of her pussy, using the sounds she made to judge her sensitive spots. I avoided her clit, wanting to see if I could make her cum without using that, and so spent most of my time searching with my tongue, diving deep into her depths. Surprisingly, I found that the taste did get better and better the more I tasted it, and figured it was an acquired taste that can be picked up very quickly.

I worked her for as long as I could, and every now and then, she would jerk slightly with what I thought to be mini-orgasms until inevitably, I felt her moans increase in volume and pitch, her legs starting to tremble and her entire body starting to lock up. Knowing how close she was, I placed my mouth over her cunt and mercilessly attacked her clit, flicking my tongue against it rapidly.

Amy jerked up and gave a loud cry as her orgasm finally hit, as my mouth flooded with her juices. I did everything I could to sustain her orgasm for as long as possible, until finally, she collapsed back on the bed, and I drew back. Moving so I was lying next to her to her, I drew her in and embraced her while she got her breath back.

Gradually, she stopped shaking in my arms, and found enough strength to say, “That was…unexpected. I never expected for you to be that good.”

“Ah well, Jeanne was pretty wild in bed, and she pretty much gave me… very informative lessons about how to be better in bed.”

Amy fell silent, running a finger down my chest as if lost in thought. Nervous, but trying to hide it, I asked, “So what now?”

“I don’t want to leave halfway. I want to see this through to the end.”

“Are you a- well, have you had sex before?” I asked hesitantly, knowing how some girls get offended by the question.

“Once or twice, but they were pretty forgettable. But with you…”

I smiled, as Amy straddled me and grabbed my dick, the sudden contact causing me to moan. As she aligned the head with her cunt, I said, “Last chance, are you sure you want to do this?”

She gave a wry smile, and taking a deep breath, started pushing herself down. I felt the resistance build and build until suddenly, the head of my dick popped inside her. Amy hissed at the way it was stretching her cunt, a reaction that was shared by me, as she was very tight.

She looked so uncomfortable that I lifted myself up to pull away, but she forcefully pushed me back down.

“Amy, I-“

“Just hold me for a while, please?”

Sighing, I held her against me; my arms wrapped around her as she gradually became more comfortable. As she forced herself down a bit further, her nipples were brought within range of my mouth and so, wanting to help her, I gently started to flick them with my tongue, at the same time, my right hand moving to rub her clit, the combination quickly bringing her to another orgasm, and her newly-lubricated cunt finally allowed my dick to fully sink into her.

We both groaned as we felt the head of my dick colliding with her cervix, and it took all strength to stay still, so Amy can adjust. Of course, the warmth and feel made that job near impossible and it seemed that my dick was getting harder every second, but as Amy’s lips found mine, all that seemed irrelevant. Surprisingly, I found this to be more than just sex, but… 

Amy slowly started moving up and down, and every other thought in my head just vanished. I just sat back and enjoyed the sensations it caused. Her pace slowly increased, never lifting herself than a few centimetres. I pushed myself up and locking my arms around her waist, slowly started lifting her higher.
Amy gave up and just allowed me to do it as she writhed in my arms. Her moans and whimpers only increased my desire to make her cum, and so, I altered the angle I was penetrating her every so often, watching her reactions, waiting for…

Amy suddenly wailed and her entire body shook as my cock brushed her G-spot, and abandoning all restraint, I flipped her over, gave her a quick kiss and pounded my dick into her.

I kind of lost focus then, the only things I could see was her face and eyes, as she started into me. The only thing I could hear was her screams of pleasure. The only thing we both knew was the feelings, and by god, was it good.

When I felt the pressure building up, I altered my angle so my dick was constantly rubbing against her clit, working her slowly, and when I felt the tell-tale signs of her orgasm coming, I moved to her lips and pulling my cock out to the head, paused. As she stared at me with confusion, I rammed my dull length into her, kissing her so that she moaned in my mouth as her orgasm hit. The pulsing of her cunt was too much for me, and I found myself cumming right after her, filing her with my warm fluid. As we both come down from our orgasm, I fell away from her, causing a pop as my dick left her warm hole. Panting with exhaustion, sweat covering my body, I managed to force out the words, “We’re going to need a shower.”

“It can wait”, Amy replied with a smile, before lying on top of me, her head on my chest. As her breathing deepened, I wrapped my arms around her, feeling happier than I have for a while, before I fell into the arms of sleep too.

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Amy spent the whole week in my house, as she was on holiday while I had a week off, so maybe fate/destiny/giant guy in the clouds was looking out for me and maybe someday, I’ll find the strength to write about what happened during that week.

But for now, I found myself at the end, having taken her to the local station, and waiting with her for the train. During our many discussions, we had agreed that she would stay with me during her holidays from now on, and that she could visit me any time she likes. Having the excess money from being a CEO, and despite her many objections, I finally convinced her to allow me to make a monthly deposit in her bank, as I figured it would be more use to her, especially with rent. We also talked about our relationship, and we weren’t dating, just caring and helping each other out mentally, physically and sexually. The kind of relationship that would be considered unwise in most cases, but with us, seems perfect.

As we heard the train coming, Amy gave me a very passionate kiss before she pulled away, saying “My next break is in two months, and trust me, look forward to it. I’ll have a few surprises for you”.

Knowing it would drive me mad if I pondered on it too long, I simply replied, “Good to know, I’ll see you then, and who knows, maybe I’ll have a few surprises as well.”

A final hug and meeting of lips, then she got on the train. A final wave as the train began to depart and then, she was gone. For now.

As I walked back to my car, I took my phone out and considered whether I should take the risk, if this was fair on her. For all I know, this could all blow up in my face if she doesn’t understand my relationship with Amy, but that’s the thing. We can’t tell the future. The only way to know is to take a leap of faith. 

Dialling her number, I waited till I heard Sarah say, “Hi, David.”

“Hey, are you busy?” I asked. 

“Not really, in fact quite bored. Why?”

“Well, I was just wondering… I wanted to ask…if you would like to go get a cup of coffee.”

A long pause.

“Sure I’ll love to.”

2 Slutty Sisters Part Two – Being Daddy

I woke up early the next afternoon to my phone buzzing from a new text message. I remembered the events of last night in a dizzying flash and I quickly swiped into my phone, eager to find out which of my two little sluts it was from. The message was from Rachel: “Daddy’s leaving in an hour, if you come over I promise I’ll be a good girl for you <3<3<3” I smiled and sent back “I’m your daddy tonight you little bitch, and if you aren’t as good as you’re promising I’m gonna show you how daddy treats a cocktease.” After a shower and some eggs I noticed that she’d texted me back “mmmm Drew you can do anything you want to me… I’m so wet… see you soon daddy ;)” My cock was sore from having jerked off twice more after I’d gotten home this morning – frantically flipping back and forth between the pictures of Rachel and Claire, imagining myself with them, in every hole, imagining them with each other – but Rachel’s last message was all it took for me to get fully, achingly erect as I was doing the dishes. It was going to be a fun day.

I pulled up at their house as the afternoon was turning into the evening. It was a rather sorry looking two story in a neighborhood that had seen better days but hadn’t fully gone off the rails – I supposed that owning a hotdog place didn’t really take you far in a city like Chicago. I knocked on the door and it only took a couple seconds for Rachel to fling it open, and she was truly a sight: tight black t-shirt cut off just below her tits, her flat belly curving down to meet a pair of black shorts that hugged her round ass and ended just above where they probably should have, exposing the bottom of her soft, plump butt cheeks. I didn’t have long to admire the view though as she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside and wrapped her arms around me, getting onto her tiptoes to meet my mouth, our tongues sliding over one another, my hands grabbing and kneading her butt through the soft cotton of her shorts while she pressed her body tightly against mine. Even after a minute Rachel seemed unwilling to stop kissing me, hungrily shoving her tongue into my mouth, grinding against me even more intensely as my hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts to find she wasn’t wearing underwear, reaching down to roughly grip her soft buttcheeks as she moaned, finally relaxing her stance to rest her head against my chest. 

“Mmmm Drew… I’ve been so wet all day… I can’t believe how good you fucked me last night!” she said, looking up at me happily. I roughly grabbed a fistful of her short hair and moved her head up so she had to stand slightly on her tiptoes, a gasp of surprised pain quickly followed by a low throaty moan of pleasure escaped her in quick succession. “It’s ‘Daddy’ tonight Rachel, don’t make me remind you again.” I told her sternly. Rachel smiled, her breathing deep and ragged, “Ohh… I’m sorry Daddy I forgot…” and as she started to press her hips against me, practically humping my leg, she added “I promise I won’t forget again… I promise I’ll be a good girl for you…” I released her hair and cupped her cheek in my hand, “That’s it baby, I knew you’d be good.” 

For the first time I looked the house, and noticed that in front of me was a staircase leading up to the second floor, and to my right there was a wide opening into a cluttered living room with an old tv and a couple shabby chairs and a large couch… and Claire was sitting on it seemingly looking at her phone, clearly able to see and hear everything that had been going on. I was caught completely off guard by her presence – I couldn’t believe that Rachel had been willing to talk so dirty, to be so explicitly sexual, in front of her younger sister. Claire had obviously been watching us, and when our eyes met she gave me a small, shy smile. Rachel must have noticed my surprised look because she turned to see what I was looking at and gave a frustrated snarl “Ugh, Claire I told you to go to your fucking room!” Claire pointedly ignored her and Rachel turned back to me, “Don’t worry about her, she’s seen me have boys over and she won’t tell. She just hangs around cuz she’s jealous she’s not pretty enough to get any boys.” Rachel said a little too loudly, probably to make sure that her sister heard. That got an eyeroll out of Claire and she sunk deeper into the couch, embarrassed or upset at her sister’s remarks. “I’m going to go pee, then I’ll show you my room Daddy!” Rachel exclaimed, and trotted past her sister deeper into the house. 

Claire and I looked at each other for a moment after Rachel had left. She looked so young and innocent, she wore a white blouse and a knee length skirt with bright flowers on it and her brown hair hung behind her in braided pigtails, I couldn’t believe that this little girl was the same one who I’d seen with two fingers buried in her little cunt on my phone last night. I walked over and sat in front of her on the coffee table, “I liked the text you sent me last night Claire,” I told her. Her cheeks reddened becomingly and a pleased smile broke out on her face, “I almost couldn’t send it… I didn’t think there was any way you’d be interested… that you’d think I was silly…” she whispered, and she lifted her eyes to mine and gave me an intense look and added forcefully, “But I had to try! I had to let you know how I felt… I know you’re going to fuck my sister, but… Drew I want you to fuck me too! She always gets the boys! Even the one time I had a boy over, she ended up taking him to her room!” She had been talking faster and faster, and by the end of her fervently whispered tirade her eyes began filling up with tears. I shook my head, trying to process what this lithe little girl was telling me. “That’s horrible Claire.” I started, truthfully offended on Claire’s behalf, but also turned on at the imagine of Rachel seducing her sister’s young boyfriend, “You’re right, I am going to fuck Rachel today, but you are one sexy little girl, and I’m going to be thinking of you the whole time, and I promise that I’m going to take you up on your offer at the first opportunity!” Claire gave a delighted smile and looked over my shoulder, checking for her sister’s return. “Thanks Drew! Real quick before she comes back, do you want a closer look at me than I could give you on my phone?” Without waiting for an answer she put her legs up on the edge of the couch, pulling her skirt down so it was at mid thigh, revealing her bald pussy, her puffy lips slightly parted and glistening as the late afternoon light shone through the thin fabric of her skirt. I couldn’t help myself with such a sight only a foot away, and I reached between her legs, palm up, and placed my middle finger at the entrance to her young cunt. Claire gave a low coo and closer her eyes as I slid it just barely inside, feeling the intense heat and tightness of her little hole and then I slowly moved it up to brush her small nub, lightly circling it, which elicited a soft little whimper. 

At a sound behind me Claire snapped her legs shut and quickly shifted them under her just before Rachel came in, eying Claire. “What do you think you’re still doing here? Do you think he wants to talk to you? I’m the one he came here to see!” When Claire didn’t answer Rachel slid into my lap, put her arms around my neck, and started talking to me like her sister wasn’t even there. “You know what I think Daddy? I think she’s jealous, I think she’s got a little crush on you, and she’s trying to get some revenge on me.” She gave me a wicked smile, “Last time she brought a boy over I ran into him in the hallway wearing just my underwear, totally accidentally of course, and he couldn’t stop staring at my boobs. Claire doesn’t have any boobs, she looks like she’s eight, so I took pity on the poor boy and I asked if he wanted to touch them.” Rachel laughed at that, adding, “He came back to my room and I let him suck on them and then I had to return the favor so I sucked him off.” She gave me a wide, innocent look. “Claire was really upset about it but I told her that I couldn’t help it if her boyfriend wanted a woman like me instead of a stupid little girl! He thought I was way sexier, just like you Daddy!” Claire had listened to this silently, tears falling onto her cheeks as her sister’s monologue continued, and at the end she let out a sob and leapt off the couch and ran up the stairs, the sound of a door slamming followed soon after.

Rachel watched her sister leave and laughed as she got up from my lap. She put her hands on her hips and smiled, “Sorry about that Daddy! I got us some beers too, now that I’ve got that little brat out..” I interrupted her gloating with a quick, firm slap to her face. Her surprised look was priceless, tears immediately filled her wide eyes, her mouth was agape, “Drew what are…” she began which I interrupted with another slap. “It’s Daddy tonight you little bitch, and you just lost any chance you had of talking yourself out of this!” I snarled, standing up and grabbing her teen body and sitting down on the couch. I pulled her down with me over my lap, and she was still too surprised or too small to put up much resistance against me. My left hand pressed against her back to keep her from trying to push herself up while my right swiftly slid her her shorts down to her knees, exposing her bare teen bottom. Rachel was breathing with deep gasps, her thighs were already wet with her juices, I smiled, knowing I’d been exactly right about how far this little teen whore would let me go. As she lightly, unconvincingly, struggled against my firm grip she managed to whimper, “Nooo… no Daddy please I’m sorry I forgot again… please don’t…” and it was then that I brought the palm of my hand firmly on to her soft cheek, the pale skin immediately blushing pink, her yowl of pain quickly becoming a gasp as I spanked her other cheek. “I can’t believe you did that to your sister!” I growled at her, “A big sister is supposed to look out for her little sister! You’re supposed to be taking care of her, making sure she feels good and safe, not being a greedy little whore and fucking her boyfriend and rubbing her nose in it!” I continued to lay into her ass, enjoying the feeling of my rough hand smacking against her soft flesh, her squeals of pain, and her increasingly incoherent pleading and sobbing. “Daaaaaady…!!””she wailed, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m such a slut daddy… I couldn’t help it pleeeeaaase…” I ignored her and continued holding her tightly down, slapping her ass over and over again, her cheeks now a deep red, her pussy peeking out between her thighs and seemed to be pouring out a stream of fluid, soaking my lap. 

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and saw that Claire was standing at the top of the stairs, her face avidly focused on us, her mouth open. We made eye contact and she gave me a lusty, wolfish smile, and slowly lifted her skirt, exposing her bald little puss, and brought her other hand down and made a show of touching herself while she watched me abuse her big sister. Without taking my eyes off of the show Claire was putting on I said loudly, “You like that don’t you, you dirty little slut?” As Claire’s smile widened and she nodded her head emphatically, Rachel moaned into the couch, “Oh yes Daddy I like it when you hit me… I like it when you tell me I’ve been bad… please, please, please let me show you I’m good… I’ll do whatever you want… let me show you I’m sorry Daddy please…?” At this point the combination of watching Claire masturbate while I spanked her slutty teen sister had me almost ready to just blow in my pants, so when she started scooting herself backwards so that her face was over my lap, I allowed it, “Alright baby,” I told her as she started unzipping my pants, “Show Daddy you’ll be a good girl now.” As she finished undoing my pants my cock practically leapt out, it felt bigger and harder than it ever had before as she quickly wrapped her soft hand around the base and leaned down, running her tongue back and forth along the underside before taking my head into her mouth. I groaned at the sensation of her warm wet mouth sliding onto me and I grabbed her ass hard, my fingers reaching for her tight teen pussy, and finding it open and wet I immediately shoved two fingers deeply inside. She gasped around my hard-on as my fingers entered her, and then moaned deeply as the tight walls of her cunt spasmodically tightened, squeezing my fingers hard. I mercilessly fucked her pussy with my fingers as she continued to pant and gasp with my cock in her mouth, her juices getting all over my hand, my other hand gripped her hair tightly and forced her head farther down my cock, she gagged loudly as the head pushed into the tight constriction of her throat. I held her head there for a moment, watching Claire as she slid down onto the floor, frigging herself with increasing speed. I lifted Rachel’s head up and she took in a deep, gasping breath of air while I placed my slickened thumb over her asshole and slowly pressed it inside. Rachel immediately jerked as if electrocuted and gave a high, loud groan, her pussy and asshole squeezing my digits like a vice, her body shaking, “That’s right you naughty slut, all your holes are mine now.” I told her sternly. “Uh… uhhhh…” she grunted as pushed my thumb in past the blistering hot resistance of her asshole. I looked up and little Claire was now lying on her side at the top of the stair, watching us through half closed eyes, fingers buried under her skirt, body writhing, mouth gaping. “Uhhhhhh….. Daaaaaaadddyyyy…. Aaaahhhhh!!” Rachel moaned, and began frenziedly sucking on my cock again, the renewed stimulation (and the sight of her little sister’s ectasy) was enough to immediately put me over the edge, and I let out a long, loud groan as the first rope of cum shot deep into Rachel’s throat, as the muscles of her sphincter contracted brutally around my thumb with the strength of her own climax, as Claire shook and jerked on the carpet of the second floor, watching her big sister and I, her hot little cunt stretching around the fingers she’d shoved inside. And as my cum continued to fill Rachel’s throat, quickly overcoming her ability to swallow and leaking out the sides of her mouth, the three of us shared this moment that just seemed to stretch on in an endless wave of potent, blinding pleasure.

I must have lost myself in the intensity of my orgasm, because the next thing I was conscious of was sitting there feeling extremely satisfied, Rachel smiling, eyes closed on my lap, my depleted cock resting on her cheek, cum drooling out of it onto her face, and Claire nowhere to be seen, the hallway upstairs empty. I smiled down at Rachel, “I can’t believe we didn’t even get to the fucking, baby. You’re such a sexy little thing.” Rachel beamed but kept her eyes closed, “Mmmmm… I can’’t believe you made me cum like that with just your fingers, Daddy! That felt crazy! I almost think I need a nap now.” “Well then I better get you into bed!” I said as I gently slid my arms beneath her and lifted her up easily – despite her ample breasts and plump ass she was still pretty small even for fifteen. Her eyes fluttered open with surprise, and then she laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck, nuzzling me sleepily as I carried her up the stairs. She directed me toward her bedroom, right next to Claire’s (her door was shut and some music was playing softly inside) and across from her dad’s bedroom and the bathroom. I lay her down in her bed and pulled the covers up over her, and she looked up at me with a sleepy pout, “Don’t you want to snuggle me Daddy? My other daddy’s not going to be home for another couple hours, and maybe if we have a little nap I could wake you up like a good girl.” I leaned down and cupped her cheek, my thumb wandering over her moist lips. “Well that’s an offer I can’t refuse baby, but I’m gonna take a shower first, I’ll be in in a few minutes, okay?” She smiled and nestled her head into the pillow, “Okay Daddy… come back soon… I can’t believe you made me cum like that…” she mumbled, seeming to already be mostly asleep. I patted her head and stoop up, tiptoeing out of the bedroom and softly closing the door. 

When I turned around I was surprised to see Claire standing in the hallway, so short her head barely came above my waist, looking up at me with bright eyes. “She always falls asleep like that after sex, but I’d never seen her do it just from finger stuff!” she whispered, and gave me a coy smile as she added “I heard you say you were taking a shower, do you need help cleaning up Daddy?”