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Saving My Marriage Ch. 01

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When my parents found out I dated Carol, they were happy for me. She was pretty, polite, and a good student. Her father, George, used to own the largest Toyota car company in the area until his death from cancer 3 years earlier.

I liked Carol a lot. At 22 she was 5’5″, 120 pounds, with dirty-blonde long hair and a gorgeous figure, with the highlight being her D-cup tits. She just finished her senior year in accounting. I was a registered nurse and alternated shifts in the local hospital.

Our life was managed based on our schedules. Carol’s was easier to predict, but mine depended on changing shifts and other factors: Number of patients on the floor, nursing personnel on vacation or on sick leave, hospital budget, etc. As a result, being together for more than 2 days every several months was a rare treat. In fact, in our first year, we traveled only once beyond our state: It was on Carol’s birthday, a trip to Hawaii’s Big Island.

Before Carol, I had 2 serious girlfriends I had sex with. They lasted 8 months and a year and a half, respectively. Our sexual acts consisted of the usual positions: Missionary, doggy style, and oral, with only one of the girls agreeing to swallow my spunk.

The intimacy with Carol started slowly. I kissed her lips lightly on our second date, and French kissed her on the third. The first time I touched her breasts was on our 5th date, and our first sexual intercourse occurred on the 8th. Our trip to Hawaii was 4 months later. By then, we felt comfortable with our sexual life and did it about 3 times a week.

While in Hawaii, we stayed in Outrigger Kona by the seashore. It was the first time Carol allowed herself to drink the sweet Hawaiian alcoholic drinks and lose control. Over there, she went topless on Beach 67. On the island was our first time experiencing anal sex. It was a great ‘us time,’ and we loved every minute.

When we returned to Minneapolis, Carol went back to her pre-trip self. No longer agreeing to visit other clothing-optional places, no anal sex, and rarely swallowed my cum. I was disappointed and hinted we could do better. Her answer was, “Honey, we enjoyed Hawaii, but it’s time to go back to reality.”

In our second year together, we went to the beaches in Florida. Once, on South Beach, she took off her bra for half an hour and then put it on again, claiming she didn’t feel comfortable despite countless women with much less impressive figures doing it. Anal sex she refused even on my birthday.

…

Despite not being totally satisfied sexually, we got engaged. On our wedding night, we had about 150 guests, most of them knew Carol and her Mom.

Carol’s mother, Erica, was 44 years old, 5’6″, 130 pounds, with wavy, shoulder-length brown hair, huge double-D breasts, and shapely legs. Her face was cute and with hardly any wrinkles. I suspected special treatments enhanced her younger look.

Erica was nice to me throughout the time I went out with her daughter and occasionally even flirted with me. I liked her. On our wedding night, I Danced with Carol 3 times and with Erica twice. I recall that on the second one, which happened to be slow, she leaned her head on my chest and hugged my waist. The result was that her massive chest crushed against mine. My cock reacted as if hit by lightning – It began expanding and extending, and soon it stood like a wooden flag pole between us. She raised her face and whispered, “Paul, honey, there is no better compliment a woman my age can get from a young, handsome man.” I blushed and said, “Erica, it has nothing to do with age. You are a very sexy woman.” She stared at me momentarily, likely trying to guess if I meant it a compliment for my wife’s mother or really meant it. I remained serious and added, “I do mean it! I am hitched now, but you are the most attractive lady around.” She smiled, “Now I know you are just sweet-talking to me. Look at all the pretty young girls here.” I leaned into her ear and whispered, “I tasted young ones before. I say it again: You are one gorgeous lady, and I am jealous of whoever will capture your heart.” She kissed my cheek, sighed, and joked, “Why didn’t you tell me your thoughts BEFORE marrying my daughter?…”

After the wedding, Carol and I moved to a two story house near her mother’s large home. The mother had a small Pomeranian dog named Rex. It loved to run in the yard, but to prevent bigger dogs, racoons, and coyotes harming the tiny pup, a 7 foot fence surrounded Erica’s house.

Erica’s home, or shall I call it a mansion, was a 3 story building with a large yard, a 10 yard swimming pool, a jacuzzi for 4, a gazebo, and a few fruit trees. It was too large for a single person, but Erica preferred to stay in the place she lived for many years.

Our new home was facing Erica’s, which made our frequent visits easier.

In the first 2 months since entering our house, when I was working the evening shift, I sat on our first floor balcony, read a book, or use my computer. One day, Erica mentioned she wanted to have a small Sahabet flower garden in her yard, and planned to do it herself. I offered to help, and she accepted with a smile.

The next time I had the morning off, I joined her to see the place she chose for the flowers. I thought the best place was in the front, but she preferred the area near the jacuzzi, saying, “Most mornings, I do yoga starting at 8 am, then shower, and go to the jacuzzi area and sit for an hour or more to get tan. I love the warm feeling of the sun rays on my skin. Later I use the pool and the jacuzzi before going back inside to do other things. So my plan is to have the flower garden in a place I can see when tanning.”

“Erica, I didn’t know you do yoga or that you tan every morning.”

She chuckled, “There are many things you don’t know about me. I do not blame you. Carol and you are young and focused on your priorities.”

Later in the week, we went to a garden store and bought flowers she chose: Lavender, Yarrow, and Daisies. I helped her plant them in an afternoon when I was free. It took us a few hours, and we liked how it looked. The next thing was to wait and see if our efforts were worth it. We expected the Lavender to take 3 years before flowering, but Erica loved the smell and wanted them in the garden. The other two usually bloomed in the first year.

…

Carol and I settled into our new home comfortably. Each morning, after breakfast, Carol went to work in her new workplace – A large accounting firm that hired her as a trainee and promised good benefits with an optional promotion. I continued my usual shifts in the hospital and liked my job.

One morning, when I was free, I recalled Erica’s flower garden. Not wanting to bother her, I went to the second floor and peeked through the window. The flowers were growing nicely, though I didn’t see them blooming yet.

I shifted my eyes to the left and saw Erica. She was sitting on a Chaise lounger wearing a yellow bikini, a large straw hat, and large dark glasses. She was sipping a cold drink through a straw. Damn, she looked great! I continued ogling her impressive curves, noticeably, the massive chest. The bikini top could barely contain her jugs.

As I was watching, she placed the glass on a small table nearby, lifted her arms, and stretched her torso. The sight of her boobs moving upward with a glimpse of her dark nipples protruding through the thin material was enough to stir my pecker.

I have seen Erica before in casual and evening clothes, but never like that. She looked extremely sexy. And I don’t mean sexy for her age – She was FOXY SEXY!

I forgot everything I was reading on the balcony before, and my eyes were mesmerized by her fantastic body. Ten minutes later, she began spreading suntan lotion on her shoulders. She did it slowly and methodically, gradually moving lower, putting more of the stuff on her upper tits. As she was doing it, the heavy mammaries swayed from side to side, revealing they were real and not silicon-enhanced. Next, she added more lotion and did her flat, soft tummy. I was jealous of her hand…

After fifteen minutes, Erica stood up, swam 6 laps in the small pool, and entered the jacuzzi facing in my direction. She removed the hat and the sunglasses, closed her eyes, and leaned back against the wall to tan her face. She stayed that way for a while and then entered her house.

I returned to our balcony and tried to concentrate on the article I was reading before, but Erica’s voluptuous body kept popping and distracting me. As much as I tried, her humongous tits reappeared time after time. After a long moment, I gave up. I went to the bathroom and masturbated, cumming with a huge load of whitish goo.

The thought about Erica’s figure stayed with me when I was at work. I returned home at 11 pm and was horny. I saw Carol in bed, watching TV, and hoped for a nice roll in the hay to relieve myself. However, she claimed she was too tired. I went to sleep frustrated.

…

Two days later, my morning was free again. At 8:30 am, I moved to the 2nd floor window, and saw Erica in her lounge chair again. This time she had on a skimpier, white bikini that highlighted her tanned skin. Her massive boobs bulged up, threatening to tear the top part. I prayed to god to rip the soft bra, but to no avail.

My prick was at full mast, and I was bobbing it as I continued watching the erotic view.

And then, a miracle happened: Erica’s hands reached back, and she unclasped her top, letting it slide on her thighs. My breathing stopped momentarily as I absorbed the heavenly sight: Her fantastic tits stood high on her chest with minimal sag, and the large nipples hardened in front of my eyes. She poured sunscreen fluid on her small palm and started smearing the stuff while massaging the oversized orbs. Seconds later, I climaxed in my hand…

After cleaning myself, I went back to the window and observed her in the jacuzzi. She again leaned backward, and the awesome Sahabet Giriş tits were front and center before me. The urge to go and feel them was killing me, but my confused brain still had enough sense to stop me from doing something stupid.

In the week that followed, I had 3 more evening shifts with free mornings. It became a habit: I ogled Erica suntan in a bikini, and at one point, she’d remove her top, expose her breathtaking gigantic breasts, and slowly rub them with sunblock lotion. Each time ended with me masturbating in the bathroom.

Saturday evening, Carol and I went to eat dinner at Erica’s. It was the first time I saw her wearing decent clothes and chatting with her up close since I began my voyeuristic adventure. Erica was smiley and seemed happy. After the tasty main course, I went to the bathroom. On my way back, Erica stopped me in the hall and whispered, “Paul dear, you and I are adults. Wouldn’t it be better if instead of staring at me from the window, 30 feet away, you’d join me and glance as much as you wish?”

My face turned ruby-red, “Soorry, when II fiirst saw you, I was stuunned. Your boody is perfeect. I screewed up. I wooon’t do it agaain.”

She giggled, “Oh, honey, don’t be embarrassed. It’s the best compliment I got from a man in a long time. A married, young stud is ogling my body and masturbating, probably fantasizing about ravaging my body. Am I right?”

I hesitated, “You are. Are you going to tell Carol what I did?”

“Of course not. I spotted you the first time you watched me through your window. I noticed your reaction after using my lotion and knew you’d show up again. Many evenings, when you are in the hospital, I visit Carol for a coffee. I can see your work schedule on the fridge and know exactly when you’d appear in the window. So I was having fun, knowing you were enjoying it too. The way I see it, it was very benign. By the way, the other evening, I heard from my daughter her libido was not as in your initial year together. She was aware you wanted and needed more than she was willing to give. That is not good and will be a recipe for trouble in a young couple’s life. Go join your wife at the table for dessert, but I suggest that on your next free morning, you come to my yard with a swimsuit, and we’ll talk about a potential solution.”

I sat by Carol, and she chortled, “What took you so long? Are you older than I thought, and your prostate started acting?”

I was still in shock finding out Erica knew all along I was peeking at her exposed body and orgasming, fantasizing about it. Erica would join us in several moments, so I took the easiest route and said, “Honey, you are right. I am sorry I never told you I was a hundred twenty years old. I promise never to lie to you about my age again.”

“Good. I’d tell you I was 80, but my mother is only 44, so it wouldn’t have worked.”

Erica arrived with a large chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream. She smiled, “Paul honey, you work in the hospital, so you must have seen surgeons using a knife. Would you do us the honor and cut the cake?”

With shaky hands, I cut the cake. Carol gazed at her mother and laughed, “Mom, I just found out he is an old man. Ignore his Parkinson’s movements; they are age related.”

Erica smiled and remained quiet.

The rest of the evening went reasonably well, with Erica trying to cheer us up. The glass of white wine may have helped, too.

…

The following Tuesday, I woke up as Carol left for work. I brushed my teeth, shaved, ate a light breakfast, and saw that it was 7:45 am. I checked my e-mails and watched a short sitcom. The next time I looked, it was 8:30.

I put on my Speedo and went to Erica’s yard. She was just coming out, having on a tiny orange color bikini. I whistled. She grinned, “Thank you, Paul. You don’t look bad yourself. If I am not mistaken, I’ve never seen you in a swimsuit yet.”

“No, you haven’t.”

Her eyes explored me up and down, pausing slightly on my groin, “Honey, the swimsuit is filled nicely with what you pack there. Carol was right – When it hardens, your thing must be above average.”

I didn’t believe my ears: Erica had never spoken that bluntly before. And to hear that Carol talked to her Mom about my size… Hearing Erica, my penis got excited and began ascending.

Erica held the sunblock lotion bottle and said, “Would you put some on me, please?”

“Sure.”

She lay on her abdomen, and I spread the whitish, thick liquid on her shoulders and back. She groaned, obviously enjoying my fingers rubbing her soft skin. She mumbled, “From your window, you’ve already seen all the areas I cover with the lotion. I feel lazy this morning; be a dear and do it for me this time.” I finished the shoulders, back, and legs and was ready to put the bottle nearby when she turned on her back and smirked, “Honey, after watching me doing it a few times, I am sure you remember my front needs attention too. Unless you are tired already…”

“I am not Sahabet Yeni Giriş tired, but I am trying to understand what parts you wish me to spread.”

She looked me in the eye and blurted, “Spread will come later, but for now, I want you to put lotion on each and every part you saw me do the last time you ogled.”

I stuttered, “Erica, youur top waas off last tiime.”

“I see your point. In that case, I’d appreciate it if you removed my bra and do a proper job.”

“Erica, are you sure?”

“Paul, I understand if you feel uncomfortable. If that is the case, you can go back home and continue being a voyeur as before.”

I whispered, “I don’t want to leave.”

“Then do it!”

My cock jumped in my speedo and threatened to tear off the material.

I unclasped her top, and it flew away as her free tits jolted up. I began applying the thick fluid to her upper chest with my eyes hypnotized by her glorious tits.

She noticed my eyes and said, “You like my girls, don’t you?”

“I do…”

“So before smearing them with the white stuff, kiss my nipples.”

“Erica, what are you doing to me?”

“Paul, you masturbated fantasizing about my breasts. Your eyes cannot focus on anything but them. So, shut up and do what you are told!”

I leaned forward and lightly kissed a large, hot nipple. It tasted sweet and started hardening. She stared at me, “Now the other one.” I bent and kissed the other, prolonging the kiss.

Next, I felt her tiny palm caressing my covered organ, and she mumbled, “That is really a big one. I think if we continue, either it will break or rip the swimsuit. It’s better to take the Speedo off.”

“Erica, you scare me.”

She chortled, “For a strong guy who is much taller and heavier than me, you are definitely a chicken. You’ve seen and even touched mine. I want to see what you possess, too.”

“We are out in the yard. What if the mailman or somebody else enters and sees us like that?”

“I think you complicate things too much, but OK, let’s go inside and have a talk.”

We moved to her living room. I was in my speedo, and she was still topless with her magnificent tits swaying before my eyes continuously.

“Paul, As I said to you the other day, Carol mentioned to me your sex life lost its original luster. Her need for sex has declined lately, while yours remained high, perhaps even higher. Am I right so far?”

I whispered, “I don’t know why she told you, but it’s true.”

“Talking to my friends, it has become clear that if the husband gets too little, sooner or later, he will stray. I do not want it to happen. Cheating on my daughter with a bimbo is unacceptable, and divorce is a last resort. We need to find a positive solution. Can you think of one?”

I stared into her eyes, “Are you planning to seduce me?”

She laughed, “That’s easy. Seeing your behavior in the window and watching your organ turning hard as a rock before touching me tells me persuading you into a sexual affair is the easy part. However, I have a question for you: Do you want to be married to my daughter or not?”

“I love Carol.”

“What are you ready to do to keep your marriage?”

“Whatever it takes.”

“So, how do you see your marriage if you continue on the same trajectory as before?”

“I admit, not so good.”

“If you had an open door to do whatever it takes to keep you and Carol together. What will it be?”

“I have no idea.”

“Now we are getting to the point I hinted about before: Carol was ecstatic after your Hawaiian trip, but her libido declined. Nowadays, she wishes to have sex once every couple of weeks and would rather have simple positions. You are more adventurous, and you want more sex. The question is, who would be the ideal candidate to satisfy your pleasure without risking STDs, or a frustrated lover who would blackmail you, threatening to tell your wife about your escapades?”

“Erika, we both know you are by far the one I’d love to shag. Your body is sexy as hell. But doesn’t it bother you to bed your daughter’s husband?”

“Paul, honey, I laid my eyes on you when we danced at your wedding. I would have NEVER dreamt of initiating anything if your sex life was going well. However, knowing it’s going in the opposite direction, one had to be realistic. If I didn’t like your personality, looks, or smell, I would not volunteer to do it. But here we have the right combination that makes my suggestion the optimal way of solving the issue. Carol doesn’t know about my offer, but if you keep it to yourself and reduce the pressure to have sex with her more than once every 10-14 days, she’ll be happy. Paul, I think I have answers to your needs, including titfucking and anal sex. Unless you have a better idea, I think we should give it a try…”

“My body craves to play with your body. My only hesitation is related to me cheating on my wife with her mother.”

“You cheated on her the first time you masturbated thinking about what you wanted to do to my body. And if you think of it the right way, it’s a white lie – Like telling a fat woman she looks good. After all, You are saving Carol from too much sex and preventing ugly arguments that can lead to a divorce. At the same time, you and I will enjoy the situation too.”

Meeting an old student

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Linda was exhausted after a long day at work. It was always on Friday when she had the most amount of lessons. It was a blessing and a curse because it allowed her to get all the administrative work done early in the week, but at the cost of being absolutely drained with back to back lessons on Friday. One thing was for sure she never had any issues falling to sleep on Fridays.

And now she was at the supermarket. She was too exhausted to cook so she’d buy some quick meal there and eat it at home with a glass of wine. ‘A glass of wine’ she thought to herself. 45 years old and I’m drinking wine all by myself.

“Miss Correll?”

Linda turned around and saw a face she hadn’t seen in a long time. It was Michael, a student she’d had six years ago as a senior. He’d been a scrawny kid then, running in the track team, although he wasn’t so skinny now. Instead of hitting the field it looked more like he was hitting the gym. He was also quite cute.

“God what am I thinking?” Linda pondered to herself. “This is my old student!”

Linda smiled at Michael.

“Hi Michael! It’s been years! You haven’t changed a bit.”

Well that was a lie. He’d changed completely and for the better.

“You too Miss Linda. I was here visiting my parents for a bit before heading back to the city. I’m leaving tomorrow morning actually.”

“Very nice. So were you happy to be staying in your old room?”

“Actually I’m staying in a hotel nearby. I love my parents, but never again.”

Michael chuckled as he said this. He’d always been one of those kids who had a head on his shoulders so Linda wasn’t surprised he’d want to be off on his own.

Michael walked up and took a look at the wine selection.

“Red wine Miss Linda? What’s your favorite?” he asked as he picked up a random bottle.

“Oh I’m not picky. I’m open to anything really.”

Am I really talking about alcohol with a former student was all Linda could think about then. Well it has been six years…

“Are you picking some up for you and your husband to enjoy this weekend?”

Oof! The burning bullet. Linda had been divorced for five years now. Typical story of women. Her husband had grown tired of her and had found himself a much younger woman. At 45 her options were very limited. Most men at this age either were looking for a side piece or were total creeps. She’d had one date three years ago which was a total disaster and hadn’t had any luck since.

“Yeah that. He’s been out of the picture for a while now.”

Michael frowned.

“I’m sorry to hear that. One day he’s gonna realize he made a mistake leaving you.”

“Thanks.”

His words were meant as encouragement, but they just felt like they were digging the knife in deeper.

“I’ve got an idea,” said Michael. “How about I buy us a bottle, and we’ll reminisce about all the good times back when you were my teacher?”

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry about it Linda. This’ll be our little secret. I won’t tell a soul.” Michael took his fingers and zipped up his lips. Linda couldn’t help, but laugh.

“That’s Ms. Correll to you.”

Linda said it sternly, but he’d won her over. He’d graduated years ago, and besides who would know? Michael had been an honest student she’d remembered so she could trust him.

She nodded her head and beckoned for him to go pay for the wine bottle.

———

The hotel ended up being very close so Michael had walked over to the supermarket. Linda took him in her cat and they were there after only ten minutes. It was actually one of the nicer hotels in town. Not at all cheap. As they made their way there the two of them had some small talk.

“Where do you work these days Michael?”

“I’m an air traffic controller at the city airport.”

Linda could imagine it now. Michael at the control tower giving out orders to the airplanes. It was a high stress job, and because of it, it paid handsomely.

The two of them left the car and headed into the hotel’s reception area. She hadn’t remembered the last time she’d seen such a beautiful hotel. All the workers there wore pristine business attire, and ivory furniture lay scattered around. Even just staying in the reception area alone would’ve been a luxury.

The receptionist greeted Michael and gave a nod towards Linda. She asked him if everything was fine and if he needed anything for the evening. He shook his head, thanked her for asking, and then began walking towards the elevator. Linda trailed behind, feeling like a daughter following her father around in a new place.

They entered the elevator and Michael clicked one of the highest floors in the hotel.

“From my room you can actually see the city. It looks so relaxing at night.”

“I’d imagine.”

The elevator rang and opened up to the floor. The hallway was deserted, but even here the carpet looked expensive. This carpet alone probably cost more than anything Linda owned in her apartment.

Michael led her down before stopping at the second to last floor at the end of the Sahabet hall, took out his key card, and invited her in.

Linda’s thoughts had been dead on. The room was huge with a king sized bed right in the middle. The two bedroom lights fully lit up the room with a calming light that was just right. It even had a full sized refrigerated and some stools with a high table like you’d see at some of the fancier bars in the city.

Michael looked at Linda’s face and saw her reaction.

“Nice place isn’t it?” he stated more than asked as he put his hand on her shoulder in a friendly manner.

Linda just nodded, and smiled. She’d never have been able to afford more than a night at a place like this.

“How about we open this up?” he asked as he shook the bag containing the wine battle.

“Gladly. I need a drink!”

Michael went to the kitchen cabinet and took out two wine glasses and a bottle opener. As he did this Linda took a seat at the stool. It was a tight fit, but Linda was too ashamed to say anything. She was getting older, and her ass wasn’t getting any smaller these days either.

The wine bottle was quickly opened and Michael poured out two glasses for them. Once done he put up his glass.

“A toast?”

“What for Michael?”

“Hhmm. How about a toast to fate bringing us here together tonight.”

“I can toast to that”

They clanked their glasses and drank. Linda had to stop herself a bit as she felt the wine go down her throat. Usually she’d down the whole glass quickly when at home, but seeing that that wasn’t the case at the moment she stayed reserved.

Michael asked her how the high school had been since he’d graduated. With the help of the wine she told him everything. She told him how the students weren’t as respectful as they used to be, how so many of them were convinced that they were gonna be Youtube stars, how a lot of the kids couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag, and so much more.

Eventually Michael suggested they sit on the bed to be more comfortable. Linda didn’t mind. The seat had been bearing down on her thighs for long enough.

Michael got up out of the seat and jumped onto the bed. Lying on it he patted the spot right next to him. Linda did exactly what was asked of her.

She laid down next to him and rested her head on her hand. She looked at Michael, and saw that he was glancing peaks at her breasts. Her bra was fine when standing upright, but laying on her side she could feel gravity doing their job, revealing under her shirt just how big they were.

“D cups?”

Linda was caught off guard?

“What?”

“Are they D cups?”

Had she been twenty years younger she would’ve flown into a rage at such a question, but she felt old and the wine made her warm. Linda laughed and plopped down on her back, laying her hands out wide to her sides. Her right arm laying inches away from Michael.

“Yes they are.”

And without a second thought Linda grabbed her breasts and felt them up, moving them around in circles before letting them fall down again.

She looked at Michael. He was so young, but so cute! This was not how she expected to spend her Friday evening. Laying in a bed at a hotel with a former student. But that was all this was gonna be right? Just a nice little chat to remember the good times?

Almost like he could read her mind Michael took his hand and began to stroke her hair. Linda kept looking at him.

Without any hesitation he came close to Linda and kissed her. She closed her eyes as she could feel his tongue rushing into her mouth, their tongues dancing around each other. Instinctively she took her hands and wrapped them around Michael, who by now was on top of her, his weight pressing down on her.

Her mind was fighting a battle between going blank, and realizing what was happening. The pleasure of the kissing completely enveloping her except for brief instances where she realized she was kissing a former student 26 years younger than her.

His hands were wandering around now from her waist to her stomach. She could feel how strong they were as they felt up as much as they could of her. Slowly they began going up. Slowly towards those D cups.

He grabbed them softly, and tried to feel them up, but Linda’s bra was in the way.

“It’ll be easier with this gone,” said Michael as he bra whipped her left breasts.

Linda sat upright and began to undo her bra. As she did so Michael began undressing as well. He took off his shirt, revealing his smooth belly and clear skin. Linda couldn’t remember the last time she had been without any blemishes on her skin.

She undid her bra and began to take off her shirt. Both of her tits caught onto the shirt before sagging down. Linda remembered the days when they would’ve stood up at attention, but those days were long gone.

Michael though didn’t seem to mind as he took up her right breast and took brought it up to his mouth, sucking on her tit like a baby thirsty for milk.

Linda could feel something Sahabet Giriş she’d forgotten as her pussy began to swell up in anticipation of what was to come. Her mind couldn’t quite grasp it, but her body knew she was gonna get railed on tonight.

As Michael continued his quest in vain for milk he used his free hand to begin taking off his pants. He was wearing black sport pants and they easily came off. He took off his pants and underwear in one fell swoop.

And that was when she saw it.

As Michael took off his underwear the last bit of fabric holding his penis back let go, whipping it up in all its glory.

It was like a slab of sausage you could buy at the deli, and two wide veins protruded out of it leading from the shank all the way up to the head. His balls likewise were huge and swollen ready to give it all to Linda.

“I need that in my mouth.”

Michael stopped. His mouth was still at her tit, but she could see he was grinning. His mouth let go, a wet pop coming out as air came rushing back into his mouth. Her tit was fully erect at this point, but not as erect as Michael’s penis.

“You like what you see Ms. Correll”?

“Call me Linda.” It felt too weird now to be called Ms. Correll.

Michael stood up. Her view hadn’t been that good prior, but as Michael stood up he brought his veiny cock to within inches of her face.

The scent was musky, but she loved it. What she loved most of all was that it was strong. Without even touching it she knew that it would not be possible to bend it at all.

Her mouth began to water and without a second thought she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

Michael wasted no time either as he took his left hand and grabbed Linda’s hair roughly. He then slowly slid his penis over her tongue and into her mouth.

It took all of Linda’s mouth to take him in. Not an inch was wasted.

He thrusted slowly at first to see how deep she could take it. She could feel the head tickle the back of her throat. Linda focused on not gagging as she could hear his soft moans of pleasure, and wanted to make her old student feel good.

“That’s right Miss Correll. Be a good teacher and take it all in.”

“Mmhhmm,” was all Linda could say whenever he pulled out half of his cock. Linda could see that Michael liked talking dirty. She liked being dirty too.

She took her right hand and slowly felt his leg up until she took his balls in her hand. She knew those balls were swollen with his cum, and if she wasn’t careful they’d be down her throat way too soon. Besides those delicious balls needed some attention too.

She plucked her licks off of his cock. Michael was about to look down to see why she had stopped when she suddenly felt Linda’s tongues swirling around his balls. He closed his eyes again and gave a loud moan. He’d never had his balls licked before.

Linda wasn’t done yet as she went lower on her knees, her pussy by now dripping juices onto the floor, and opened her mouth wide as her tongue took in both of his balls. His cock rested thick and strong next to her nose.

Again her mouth had little room, but she sucked on them softly. With a loud popping sound she took them out of her mouth and began licking them. She lick one ball all around, and then the other. She even licked in-between the two of them which made Michael wild.

All the while she could feel as his cock began throbbing. When he grabbed her hair to pull her back she knew what was coming and opened her mouth in preparation for it.

He put himself in her mouth again and then took her head with both his hands. His thrusting, soft the last time, became rhythmic and more intense. She could feel his cock thrusting deeper into her throat as Michael began to lose any sense of control. Michael’s grasp became more firm, and Linda could feel a huge throb hit her top teeth.

The first load was huge, and Linda knew she’d choke with the second load. Not wasting a second she began to swallow. Load after thick load came out and she swallowed repeatedly, her throat feeling thick with all the cum slowly sliding down into her stomach.

Finally the throbs eased up and the loads became less. Using her hands she squeezed out the last bits of cum out of his cock’s head.

Linda was out of breath and as she swallowed her last load she leaned back to grab some fresh air. She closed her eyes as her mouth gasped for air, the scent of cum strongly coming out of her mouth.

“What a load,” Linda said in-between breathes. “That’ll fill me up for the night.”

“Uh Linda, I’m still…”

Linda opened her eyes. Inches from her face was Michael’s cock, as hard as ever. It was like he had never cummed at all.

“Holy shit,” Linda said as she grabbed his balls and started stroking them. “Youth really is wonderful.”

“You’ve treated me real good,” said Michael. “Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

Michael bent down and kissed Linda. The rough facefucking he’d practically given her replaced by tender kisses. As he kissed Sahabet Güncel Giriş her he placed one hand and then the other as he lifted her thighs up in the arm. Linda, not expecting this, fell on her back. She was slightly annoyed at this, and was about to look at Michael with a look of annoyance when suddenly she felt her clit enveloped around those lips she’d seconds before felt on hers. Those tender kisses on her mouth now were tender kisses on her pussy.

His transition was smooth as the tenderness didn’t go away. He licked around the clit carefully, not missing an inch of skin around it. As he did this he put his one finger inside of her, and slowly pulled it back and forth.

Linda let out a moan of pleasure not too different from those of Michael a few minutes ago. She opened her legs as wide as she could, wanting Michael to lick as much of her pussy as possible.

Damn that tongue of his went to work. She could feel his tongue as he formed the letters L and then I around her clit. As corny as that seemed, and Michael was smiling as his tongue was swirling around, it actually worked. In between letter writing he’d nimble on her clit spreading it out as he did so.

“Let’s see how you taste inside.”

Linda could feel his two index fingers reach to both flaps of her pussy and softly pressed them away from each other, revealing the soft flesh underneath it. Linda looked up and saw Michael was smiling, before sticking out his tongue, and pushing it as far inside her as he could.

She’d had cock inside her, but never a tongue. She’d always been too embarrassed about it, and the ex never pushed the issue. With Michael though she let him do whatever he wanted. Compared to a hard cock inside her a tongue felt very slippery and bent to fit inside her better. It was a new feeling.

Getting eaten out felt nice though and she couldn’t help, but grab onto Michael’s short hair as his tongue kept busy inside of her. Everytime his tongue found a new crevice she’d grab his hair harder and push him more into her. She wanted him. She needed him.

Linda opened her eyes, and stared at the hotel room ceiling. To think she’d be having sex with a student! This felt so dirty to be having sex with someone so young, but she loved ever minute of it.

She pulled herself up onto her elbows and looked at Michael. Damm he had a nice tight ass. She couldn’t wait to grip onto it as he pounded away at her. Jeez, what was she thinking!

Michael opened his eyes as he took a breather kissing her clit one last time before climbing up towards her and kissing her again. She could tell her mouth still reeked of his cum, but Michael didn’t seem to care.

With his legs he began to spread her thighs wide. This was really gonna happen. He pressed himself down on her so she’d lie on her back. She could feel his cock pressed against her lower stomach. Slowly he moved down a little to align himself right to penetrate her. She could fill her pussy juices flowing now, ready for him.

Finally he found her vagina. Linda gasped as his cock began sliding into her. She opened her eyes briefly to look at Michael. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was slightly agape as the ectasy he felt being inside her filled him up.

“You’re so warm,” he said as he began to pound away at her.

He was a little rough, a sign of his age and experience, but Linda didn’t mind. Having his huge cock in him was rewarding enough.

With her right hand she held onto his hips, pushing him more inside her with each thrust, with her left she held onto his back, her nails digging into him whenever his cock was fully inside her.

He grabbed her hair hard, and his thrusts grew more intense, more brutal. She could see his instincts had taken over, and he was going to cum soon. Michael hadn’t bothered to wear a condom so Linda knew she’d have to take Plan B the next day, but for now she pushed that aside. She wanted to feel a cock again throbbing inside her as it filled her pussy up with cum.

Finally Michael let out a grunt and with a final thrust kept himself balls deep inside her. She could feel his balls releasing load after load into her. Michael tensed up briefly before finally relaxing, his balls free from their load.

He collapsed onto Linda, biting her ear as he rested on top of her. Linda couldn’t help but give a wide smile as he did this.

Michael may have been satiated, but Linda still hoped for more. After a few seconds Michael pulled himself and laid at her side. He felt himself up as he laid there.

“Damn your pussy was wet,” he said. “I’m dick is soaked.”

Linda for her part began fingering herself. Michael was right, it was practically an ocean down there.

She could see Michael was still half hard. He could probably keep going, but he’d need some help. Draining your balls twice takes a lot out of even the youngest of men. Linda though had an idea.

“Turn over Michael. Keep your ass bent up for me.”

Michael looked at her weirdly, but did as Linda asked of him. He definitely had no idea what was coming.

Linda went behind him and stared at his ass bent upwards. His strong thick legs formed up into a tight ass that was firm. She slapped it, and saw that it wasn’t floppy at all. Just pure ass muscle around those hips.

Home for Horny Seniors Ch. 01

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This is the introduction of a new series

I was facing my 50th birthday with apprehension. You see, I had not long lost my lovely old wife (85) and up until she passed we enjoyed quality sexual fun, and now I was missing it greatly. I thought my days of fucking and playing with old ladies were long gone. How mistaken was I?

I had decided to downsize and put our 3-bed home up for sale and began looking into the so-called retirement homes. Some were quite pricy — over £100 K.

A small advertisement on a local property website sparked my curiosity. It said:

Small privately owned park home site has available a nice 2-bedroom property in immaculate condition. Price £60, 000and £100 monthly ground rent that includes water charges. Would be ideal for an active and healthy gentleman or couple (over 50) looking to meet and enjoy the pleasurable company of other elderly active residents. Phone Mrs. Jones on ……for further details.

Well, the word pleasurable aroused my interest so I gave Mrs. Jones a call.

She sounded very nice and asked me some weird questions that hinted that the park residents were sexually active. Of course, I encouraged her by saying that I missed my elderly Sahabet wife and that right up to a few days before her death we were intimate daily.

She invited me to view the home the following afternoon and added if I minded if some residents were there to show me around the site. The address she gave me was in the next county and I had to use the sat nav to find it. The first time it sent me down a cul-de-sac and the second time into a narrow lane that seemed to go nowhere. As I was running late, I phoned her and was told I was in the right place but to follow the lane until the end where the site was.

It was in the middle of nowhere. I noticed there was a high hedge as I drove into the site a small sign which said private property. There were10 homes sited on quite large plots in a circle and one had the word ‘reception’ in the window.

As I went to ring the doorbell, Mrs. Jones appeared in the doorframe. No word of a lie, the woman had on the thinnest dress possible which was nice and short and tight to emphasize her titties and nice protruding belly.

“Oh, you found us then Mr. Charles.” I shook her outstretched hand and she welcomed me in. Doreen, as she insisted I call her, Sahabet Giriş seemed to be in her late sixties/early seventies. After making me a coffee we sat in her sumptuous lounge and the questions started.

“Would it be okay, to call you Stan? It is much friendlier don’t you think.”She then crossed her legs showing her stocking tops to stress the point.

“Now Stan you might be wondering about the need to interview you. To be perfectly frank we are looking for people to live here and mix intimately and have the right frame of mind. First I would like to understand that you said your wife was elderly and you enjoyed an active sex life. How old was she?”

When I said 85, her jaw dropped. “But you can’t be much over 50 Stan. That is a big age gap.” Knowing this was a sex test I told her about my past and how I became addicted to old ladies and all their delights.

Doreen seemed to be fascinated with my background and asked me what I meant by ‘delights’.

“Doreen, how much detail would you like to hear? Some stuff is what you might consider perverted.”

“Stan, as you seem to appreciate looking at my stocking tops, we in our little enclave here, are very broadminded, Sahabet Güncel Giriş so do please go on.”

As I outlined my preference for fingering and eating hairy fannies, long stretches of French kissing and mutual wanking, piss play, etc, and when I told her that my preference was for ladies up to 85 and more she went bright red.

“I forgot to add Doreen, that as I got older, I played with old couples as well”.

As I was saying all this stuff, she was squirming and getting sexed up. ” Stan would be okay if some of the residents asked you some more questions of a more intimate nature. I am sure that by now you know that we are a community of very horny. seniors.”

After she made a few calls three largish ladies and two old guys made their way in. After introductions, the questions came quickly. How long could I hold on before cumming? How long was my cock? Did I like anal sex? Would I be ok with husbands watching and taking part?

The question that I hoped would be asked, was did it worry me playing with ladies who were incontinent and had I ever enjoyed role-playing?

I told them that pissing ladies were a really big turn-on for me and role-playing was also good as it allowed people to explore sexual avenues they might be apprehensive about or never thought of.

I passed the test and it was agreed I could move in a month’s time after all the paperwork was done. I could not wait for my perverted sexual future to start.

Babysitter Adventures

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Hmmmm, I sighed, feeling content and satisfied as I stretched my 5’10” frame across this king sized bed. The sun was peaking through the hotel curtains streaming streaks of warm sunlight over Brittany and I. The last 3 hours we fulfilled our lust and erotic desires for each other.

How lucky can a girl be!

Next week, I’m celebrating my 25th wedding anniversary to a wonderful man, Jack, whom I love deeply and have 2 daughters with and 18 years with my lady lover, Brittany. Brittany is married to Tom and has 2 sons.

Maybe, “lover” is not an accurate description of my relationship with Brittany. We enjoy sexual experiences with each other. Adventurous with few boundaries. I’m not into pain, just mutual pleasure.

I’m Jill, and met Brittany when she was 15 years old and we needed a babysitter. Jack and I had been married 3 years when our first daughter was born and we waited until she was 9 months old before considering hiring a babysitter so we could enjoy a date night.

When I consulted friends for their recommendations Brittany was their unanimous favorite.

I called her number and spent several minutes talking with her mother, introducing myself and giving a quick background on Jack and I. Her mom was very protective, I had to pass her interview before Brittany was allowed to babysit for us. I guess we passed.

The first evening Brittany babysat, her mom came with her and spent 30 minutes as an introduction but also evaluating us and our household. When we first met I was taken aback by Brittany and her mom’s appearance. Her mom was stunningly beautiful and Brittany was a young version of her mom with black shoulder length hair, large round brown eyes, a disarmingly beautiful smile and a body that was perfectly proportioned. Her voice was soft and sensual with an air of confidence not common for a 15 year old.

When my husband, entered the room, I swear he was caught off guard by their looks as he stammered hello before composing himself. It was Brittany who diffused the awkward introduction with her slight smile as she commented, ” Wait, your names are Jack and Jill.” I could tell she was about to reference the nursery rhyme so I beat her to it,

“Yes, our pail of water is in the kitchen and Jack’s crown is healed.” We all laughed.

Brittany exceeded our expectations in her ability and care for our daughter, Marisa. When we arrived home, Marisa had been fed, changed and asleep and Brittany had written a detailed account of the evening. We paid her above her requested rate and Jack drove her home. When Jack returned he commented he thought it would be best if from now on I drove her home, he gave no further explanation and I didn’t ask.

That night Jack and I had the best sex in years. He was aggressive, which I love. Spent more time than normal devouring my pussy with his tongue and fingers bringing me to an intense orgasm before he pounded me with his cock to another orgasm leaving me a quivering mess before he climaxed.

“Whew, where did that passion come from,” I commented as we cuddled.

He whispered, “On my way home from Brittany’s I couldn’t stop thinking how much I wanted to fuck you hard.”

“You succeeded,” I cooed as we fell asleep.

Over the next 3 years Brittany became our regular babysitter and the fact we paid her above all others made us her top priority. When our 2nd daughter was born Brittany proved very capable of dealing with a toddler and infant together. She was very comfortable being around us and we considered her part of our family. Our daughter, Marisa, adored her.

I honored Jack’s request to be the one to drive Brittany home, each time our conversations became more open and casual. She had a lot of questions about my career as a editor of a woman’s sports magazine, my years of education, how I met Jack and how I knew he was “the one.” I was flattered and willing to share my experiences and wisdom.

I also got to know her as a studious, goal oriented young lady with maturity above her age. She had a natural sexual appeal, a beautiful face and body, confident sexy walk but portrayed a down to earth charm.

When she turned 18 we planned a surprise party under the pretense she was babysitting.

Brittany was surprised and genuinely enjoyed the evening being with us. By 9:00 the baby was asleep and Jack took Marisa upstairs to read a story and put her to bed.

Brittany and I settled on the couch chatting about this and that. At one point I opened a bottle of wine and offered some to Brittany. Keeping the conversation light we laughed taking turns sharing awkward moments growing up and with old boyfriends.

Around 10, I quietly crept upstairs to check on Jack, he had fallen asleep with Marisa. I left him sleep and returned downstairs as Brittany finished the last of the wine.

Brittany had driven to our house and I was concerned that she was driving home after drinking and suggested she stay overnight. She agreed and called her mom who after quizzing her agreed to let her Sahabet spend the night.

With that settled, I opened another bottle of wine and we continued our chatting. It was after midnight when I thought we should call it an evening. I cleaned up the empty wine bottles and glasses and was ready to show Brittany to the guest bedroom. She stood and hugged me thanking me for a wonderful birthday party.

I hugged her back.

Our hug lingered longer than I expected with Brittany moving her face to nuzzle her lips on the soft skin below my ear.

I gasped, blindsided, my first reaction should have been to recoil and push her away but I continued to hug her, I was enjoying her touch. Maybe it was the wine and the feeling of intimacy we developed during our conversation or her beauty that was clouding my judgement, or feeling like I was 18 again. A twinge of lustful desire sparked in my head.

I loved feeling naughty.

I didn’t move, wondering what was next.

Brittany trailed her lips from my neck over my cheek and found my lips.

We kissed.

Pressing our lips together, her soft and moist lips felt new and different against mine. I trembled sending shivers through my body. My heart quickened, my knees weakened and a flush feeling radiated through my body. I’ve never looked at a woman with sexual desire before but right now my boundaries disappeared.

I pulled her close kissing her with lust, pressing my tongue through her lips to her tongue.

Oh my! I enjoyed this and wanted more.

I had never experienced another woman. In my teens I never experimented with girls like some of my friends, I was always attracted to boys. But Brittany was young, beautiful and her lips were soft and at this moment I wanted this to continue. Her body pressed into mine, her ample breasts pressed against my smaller chest. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of being naughty, wanting to touch her body. I wanted this!

Brittany’s hand moved up my side and cupped my breast, I gasped, as she whispered,” show me the guest room.” I didn’t move. I was caught in a fog of arousal and lust enjoying her kisses while she fondled my breast. Pulling away Brittany took my hand and told me to show her to the guest room. I weakly pointed down the hallway. Holding my hand she led the way.

We stood in the dark, Her fingers unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my shoulders. She hugged and kissed me while reaching behind unclasping my bra. My bra slid to the floor, Brittany immediately leaned forward taking my nipple between her lips. I gasped and moaned reveling in this new sensation of her soft lips sucking me. I pulled her head against my chest as I whispered,” harder, please suck my nipple harder!” She responded to my request while rubbing her hand between my legs. My knees buckled.

Brittany sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me in front of her. She unbuttoned my shorts and looping her fingers under the waistband pulled my shorts and panties down. I stood totally naked in front of this other woman, an 18 year old youngster, another first! Leaning forward she kissed below my navel, slowly kissing while moving down to my nicely trimmed pubic hair. Her kisses continued around my mound as her fingers stroked between my slit.

Oh my! I was getting aroused and my moisture coated her fingers.

She smeared my juices over her fingers and my pussy lips, when totally lubricated she pushed two fingers in me and curled them over my G spot. I squealed, shivered as an orgasm crashed over me. I lost my balance falling onto the bed, gasping out of breath. Brittany pushed my legs apart and lowered her head to my pussy tasting me as her tongue slid between my lips and over my clit.

I’ve always enjoyed Jack going down on me, his tongue, lips and rough face stubble could bring me to a orgasm quickly but Brittany’s soft slow touch, her tongue gently probing, licking, sucking around my clit had me on a slow burn climbing towards another climax.

Finally! I reached the peak and exploded, the intensity took my breath away, my mouth gapped open but no sound formed. She didn’t stop, my entire pussy was burning and so sensitive it hurt as I tried to separate from her but she held me close. The sensitive sensations turned to pleasure as she gently sucked my clitoris. My orgasm continued in waves, finally she stopped.

My vision was blurry as she kneeled over me, undressing. I watched as her perfect round breasts appeared and she shimmied out of her tight shorts and barely there panties exposing her totally shaved pussy. Laying on top of me, we kissed, her tongue pressing against mine transferring my vaginal taste from her tongue to mine.

Oh my! Another first! How erotic!

What I desired now was to reciprocate the pleasure. Rolling Brittany onto her back I spread her legs and lowered my lips to her mound.

Another first! Performing oral on a woman.

I followed her lead duplicating her actions on me. Her moans spurred me on to continue, increasing Sahabet Giriş the intensity as I sucked her clitoris between my teeth and ramming my fingers in her pussy.

“Oh my, Jill! That feels wonderful! Don’t stop!”

I didn’t, my confidence in my abilities increased as I brought her to climax unleashing a torrent of fluid on my face. I was surprised by the volume but immediately sucked in as much as I could. As she recovered from her high I laid next to her. Leaning over her, I held her breast while I sucked her nipple.

Another first, sucking another woman’s tits, I loved it, and so did Brittany.

Cuddling we kissed until falling asleep.

It was close to 3 am when Brittany woke me sending me back to my bedroom. I crept quietly back to Jack, naked, carrying my clothes. Dropping them on the floor I slid into bed and cuddled next to Jack. I was surprised he was naked, he usually wears his boxers. As I cuddled next to him I fondled his flaccid member. His cock started to wake up and at half mast I was aroused and wanting a cock buried in my pussy. Being with Brittany was incredibly thrilling but I wanted, needed, to be filled with cock.

Enthusiastically, I stroked Jack while lowering my mouth to suck his cock. He moaned and half awake mumbled, “Again.” I assumed he was dreaming. By now he was hard and I straddled him, grabbing his cock I directed it into my entrance. I was so wet and ready he slid all the way in. I started slowly rocking back and forth enjoying the feel of him hitting the front and back of my tunnel. I steadied myself with my hands on his chest. He was awake now, he whispered,” oh my how I love you!” I responded, ” I love you too, now pinch my nipples hard!” He followed my command and it didn’t take long for me to shiver and shake through an orgasm that left me panting as I collapsed on his chest. I laid there, breathing heavy and not moving, enjoying his hard cock buried in me. I feel asleep on his chest, not sure if he climaxed and I didn’t care, I was happy and exhausted.

After that night Brittany and I planned more time together. Using the excuse of a spa day together. We either met at a hotel followed by the spa or vise versa. As we became comfortable with each other we became adventurous. We started including toys, vibrators, dildos and experimenting with anal penetration. I loved the naughty feelings and climaxes Brittany brought out of me. Jack never questioned my budding friendship with Brittany and he enjoyed my heightened sexual energy on my spa days which always led to great sex that night.

When Brittany turned 21 I suggested a ladies trip to NYC. I had a 2 day work conference and I saw it as an opportunity for Brittany and I to spend 2 nights together. I knew Jack couldn’t make it and he didn’t mind staying home with our daughters, he never enjoyed big cities. I convinced Jack that the trip was a unique opportunity for Brittany to visit NYC, her first time, and a chance to observe my business responsibilities and how a woman succeeds in a man’s career.

Brittany was excited to go.

We flew into LaGuardia airport and rode a taxi to the hotel attached to the conference center. I left Brittany at the hotel bar while I went to register at the conference. When I returned a man had joined Brittany at the bar and I could tell he was being very charming. As I joined them Brittany introduced me to Dan, a businessman from Ohio.

Dan bought another round of drinks and invited us to join him for dinner. As he stood from the bar I was impressed with his physique. He stood 6’7″,broad shoulders, muscular arms and flat tight abdomen. I commented, “Dan you look in great shape!”

“I work out daily, it helps get me through my hours behind a desk,” he replied pleased I had noticed.

Throughout dinner he proved to be very charming and I could see Brittany’s interest, and I couldn’t deny I was too. We exchanged glances and I knew what she wanted but she left it up to me.

I invited Dan to our room, his eyes lit up. I couldn’t tell if it was surprise or anticipation.

I did notice him glancing at my wedding ring and the absence of one on Brittany. I didn’t comment or try to hide it.

Dan eagerly agreed to join us offering to bring a bottle of wine. That gave Brittany and I a few minutes alone to get our heads together. We agreed not to force anything, just see what happens. I felt like a single 21 year old hanging with my best friend forgetting my family and responsibilities.(shame on me)

Dan arrived at our room with 2 bottles of a sparkling wine. I could sense his uneasiness trying to figure out the relationship between this beautiful 21 yr old and a 35 year old married woman. Were we business associates, or more.

Our room was a suite with a separate room from the bed. The room had a table, a couple chairs and a couch. We settled on the couch, Brittany and I on either side of Dan. As we enjoyed the wine our conversation remained light and funny with a bit of flirting.

I Sahabet Güncel Giriş took the lead, “Dan, would you mind massaging my feet, I’ve been on my feet all day!”

“I’d be delighted,” he replied.

Brittany added, Don’t forget about me!

” Not a chance, ” he added.

We both had our feet in his lap, as he massaged one foot while the other rested on his crotch. It wasn’t long he was sporting quit a bulge and squirming to relieve his discomfort. We were enjoying playing footsie on his crotch and giggling. At every chance our foot would rub over his cock. He stopped his massage and leaned back and moaned with his eyes closed. I leaned close and whispered in his ear, “let’s see what you’re packing.” Smiling he shook his head in agreement as I undid his belt and pants button and unzipped him. Brittany reached under his boxers and grasped his cock which was bent over. Once he was exposed his cock stood straight and hard. We both gasped, it was by far the biggest cock I’ve seen, had to be over 10 inches. We both started to stroke him complimenting his size. He smiled knowingly.

He reached for us, one hand on each of us. Now we were the ones moaning, enjoying his large hand rubbing and squeezing our tits.

We both had a grip on his cock, leaning toward each other Brittany and I kissed. A long firm passionate kiss with mouths open and tongues probing each other. Dan was surprised, “Wow! Damn that’s so hot and sexy!” His cock harden and stretched.

We giggled as I moved to kiss Dan and Brittany leaned to suck his cock.

He moaned as I kissed him.

Without hesitation we switched with me sucking his cock and Brittany passionately kissing him.

Besides being long his cock was thick, I had to stretch my mouth open to engulf his monster.

But, boy was it sexy and erotic sucking on one this big, my panties were soaked!

For quite a while we rotated between kissing each other and kissing and sucking Dan.

At the same time we were undressing ourselves and each other until Brittany and I were naked from the waist up sitting on either side of Dan. I could see he wanted to be all over our tits and I wanted it too. I was going crazy imagining him sucking my nipple while pushing his big fingers in me.

“Onto the bed,” I commanded.

Dan understood I was in charge and he was anxious to get comfortable on the bed.

Standing, the three of us quickly undressed and rushed to the bed. Brittany was the first jumping onto the bed giggling.

I could tell Dan wanted to experience Brittany first. I don’t blame him she is young and beautiful. Her tits are round and firm with large erect nipples.

Dan wasted no time climbing on top of Brittany and sucking her one nipple while squeezing the other breast. I laid next to Brittany, her head faced me so we could kiss while Dan mauled her chest. Brittany was moaning throughout our kissing.

Dan moved lower, nibbling and licking her folds and clit while pushing his fingers knuckle deep in her pussy. I moved lower also, gently sucking on Brittany’s tits. I knew she was close, her breathing increased and her abdominal muscles tightened.

Boom! Her climax hit and it was the most intense I’ve seen from her. Her whole body quivered and shook while she uttered unrecognizable sounds. I held her tight, kissing her neck until she relaxed and breathed again.

Dan looked pleased at his success, but was not done with her. Spreading her legs and lifting them to his shoulder he proceeded to aim his monster cock toward her pussy.

“No!” Brittany screamed, “you won’t fit!”

Dan eased his cock to her entrance and slowly stroked it up and down along her cleft,”I’ll be gentle and take it slow.”

“Please don’t!” cried Brittany “you won’t fit!”

I assured her,” Relax, he will fit and you will enjoy him.”

Dan gently shoved the head pass her folds, Brittany gasped “please don’t!”

I watched, incredibly aroused watching Dan thrust slowly into her, stretching her open beyond any dildo we’ve used.

With each plea for him to stop Dan pushed further and my whole body tingled watching as Brittany’s cunt was being spread apart.

She finally relaxed and moaned giving in to his monster. Dan picked up the pace burying his cock balls deep.

“Oh my god!” Brittany moaned and gasped. Her breathing became shallow and erratic as she waffled between holding her breath and panting. Finally, she erupted into another climax, screaming unintelligent sounds, her body flailing like a fish flopping around out of water. It seemed like minutes before she relaxed, taking a deep breath uttering “WOW!”

Dan pulled out pleased with conquering her, he had not cum and his pole stood hard and proud.

I kissed Brittany and then leaned toward Dan taking the tip of his cock in my mouth sucking aggressively lapping up Brittany’s juices dripping from his cock. Dan reached between my legs pushing 2 fingers into my very wet sloppy pussy. His fingers slid in easily. I moaned while I stuffed his cock in my mouth.

He pushed a third finger in, I eagerly accepted it pushing my hips against his hand wanting his fingers as deep as possible While one hand was buried in my cunt his other held my head pressing me toward him as he pushed his cock deep in my throat.

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The Graduation Party

My name is Dave Ryan, and I was at my granddaughter’s graduation party. All the family was there; aunts, uncles, cousins and me, Grandpa. Also, Grandma, my ex-wife, Deanna. We both had been married and divorced since our time together.

Out the mouth of babes

I walked into my son Jon’s house, and took a seat in the recliner. I got hugs from two of my grandsons, and the star of the party, my granddaughter, Kaylee. I said hello to all, including my ex.

After about ten minutes of chit-chat, my ten-year-old grandson, Aaron, asked, “Are you still married to Grandma?”

“No.”

“Do you still love each other?”

I wanted to say yes, but I said, “That’s a personal question.”

My ex from down the hall said, “We love each other, as friends.”

As the party continued, I was able to catch my ex away from the rest of the crowd, and I told her, “I didn’t want to embarrass you; my answer to Aaron’s question was yes.” I Turned quickly and returned to the festivities.

Many friends and neighbors stopped by to wish Kaylee congratulations. I moved around the house, saying, “Hello,” to ex in-laws, and other partygoers. We had ribs and beans and egg salad. The younger grandkids were playing in the back yard.

As the party wore on, it became a ‘teenage’ party. I gave Kaylee her gift, a hundred-dollar gift card, and stayed a little longer, then left for my house.

Back home

I sat in my recliner with a shot of blackberry brandy. I put on some songs that meant something to me years ago. My grandson’s question kind of unsettled me, that’s why the brandy. A couple of songs played made me feel kind of lonely. I figured I’d read some, before going to bed.

Surprise visit

At about a quarter to ten, there was a knock at my door.

My thoughts were, “Who the hell is that at this time?”

I opened my door and there stood Deanna. She was dressed the same, as she was at the party.

“Come in, come in, Deanna.”

She sat on my couch.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“What are you having?”

“Blackberry brandy.”

“Oh, you upset?” she asked. She continued, “You only drank that when you were upset.”

I got her a glass of wine. I brought the bottles back with me to the living room. We talked about how proud we were of our granddaughter, and our son made sure she was on track with her life.

Deanna took the wine bottle and filled her glass. She started to tell me about the end of her marriage to the asshole that ended our marriage. How he was abusive to her, my son and his sisters.

I poked the bear, “So it wasn’t the trade up you thought it would be?”

“No, and I am so embarrassed and ashamed of what I did to our marriage and our kids,” Deanna lamented.

“Well, I don’t know if I did any better with Judy,” I replied. “It was a marriage of convenience. We divorced and when dad died, mom moved to California to live with sis. That left me homeless. Judy took me in, then we decided to get married. I guess we thought we would fall in love with time.”

Deanna’s last ex, Paul, had been a single father, who “volunteered” to help Deanna run her Girl Scout troop.

“I really don’t know what I saw in Paul. When I found out what he was really like, I was too embarrassed to get out. I wanted to talk to you, but you had married Judy and you guys looked happy,” Deanna stated, while sipping her wine.

“That was an act, Judy wanted to show you up. We fought a lot. She was a good actor. I think she thought of you as a rival.”

“God if I had known that…”

“What do you mean?” I questioned.

“I missed you so much when Paul started to show his true colors,” added Deanna.

“Well, you tore me apart with the divorce! It really looked like you missed me. I hated you for years. It is weird to love and hate someone at the same time!”

“Most of that divorce shit was Paul’s idea, he had me so much under his power, it was scary.”

“Would you say you are cured of what he did to you?”

“I think so… Can’t you see? I am trying to apologize to you, you know both of us have been single for twenty years, and we kept in contact because of Jon and the grandkids,” Deanna lightly pleaded.

“Yeah, when Jon divorced his airhead first wife, Sarah, I think we both ‘came up to bat’. She didn’t know what hit her. How often does a dad get custody of a female child?” I interjected.

“Yeah. Then, when Jon married Sandra, after he got out of the Navy, he was working full-time and trying to go to college full-time, while Sandy was still a full-time corpsman at Camp Lejeune. You packed up and drove across the country to babysit Kaylee,” Deanna complimented.

“Well, I did what any dad would do, and I was retired,” I bashfully responded.

Deanna pointed out that I was fifty-seven when I retired, I was a young grandpa. I had fallen on a staircase. Sahabet I had enough ‘points’ to qualify to retire with full retirement benefits. Since I had injured my knee so badly, that I was considered disabled. I got full Social Security disability also.

Deanna retorted, “Well, at least you broke up with that girlfriend of yours! You went with her long enough, that Kaylee was calling her Grandma Carey.”

“Yeah,” I replied, red faced.

“Well, now that we have strolled down memory lane, why are you here?” I inquired.

Another Surprise

Deanna stood up and walked over to me, and I stood up. I thought she was going to give me a goodbye hug. Well, she gave me a hug and a kiss that reached into my very soul. Our tongues began to dance like they had so many years before. Our simple hug became a passionate embrace. It was like thirty-five years of lost love, lust, yearning and passion, were packaged within that embrace and kiss.

Deanna had been in my place a couple of times when I had thrown birthday parties for Jon. So when we broke our embrace, Deanna, without a word, took my hand and led me into my bedroom. She shut the door behind us. Still without words, she led me into my bathroom.

She began to take off her blouse, I took off my shirt. When we were married, we loved to take showers together. Deanna sat down on the toilet seat. She unbuttoned my pants, and pulled down my zipper, then she pulled down my pants and boxers.

My cock was beginning to rise to the occasion. She took it in her mouth, like so many years ago and she sucked me to a full erection.

I pulled her up and changed positions with her. I pulled her skirt and panties down. When I put my lips to her clit and put two fingers into her pussy, many passionate loving erotic memories came flooding back to me. I stood up, opened the shower door, and turned the water on to a comfortable temperature.

As she entered the shower I was able to secure a little blue pill from from my prescription bottle. Once in then shower I took the hand-held shower head and aimed it at Deanna… her clit and pussy.

She began to moan, saying, “It’s been thirty-five years since I have felt that pulsating on my clit, aimed by a man. Paul never wanted to do it to me. That last time was you!”

She came, which brought back memories from years past showers.

 I held her tightly to me, her C-cup breasts pressed into my chest. We soaped each other, I made sure she was clean and she made sure I was also clean. We exited the shower and dried each other off. We began kissing again, entered the bedroom, and just fell onto my bed. We began to perform sixty-nine with each other; memories from long ago raced through my mind, then Deanna had a big orgasm.

Being we were so much older now, our lovemaking was a little calmer than years before. We both became aware of each other’s limits, we went through all our favorite fucking positions that we felt safe doing; I was able to bring Deanna to a couple more orgasms, before I couldn’t hold mine back anymore, I painted the walls of her pussy with my semen. We both were spent. The clock on the nightstand said 3:37 am, we fell asleep spooning.

Caught by the kids

It was about 10:00am, when I heard the front door open. The only people it could be was Jon and Sandy. I asked Deanna, “Did we lock the bedroom door?”

“Oh, shit we didn’t,” we both said.

Deanna rolled off the bed to hide, with the sheet wrapped around her, and I pulled the bedspread over me.

Jon came into the bedroom like he has for years. “Where is mom?”

Like a dummy I said, “I don’t know.”

Jon said, “DAD! MOM’S CAR IS IN YOUR DRIVEWAY!”

At that point, Deanna popped up and said, “I am here, now get the heck out of here!”

Jon turned around and told Sandy, “She is here with dad.”

“She’s been here since last night? And now in bed with your dad?” Sandy exclaimed, with a big smile.

“Well, they are my mom and dad, name a better place,” Jon replied, with a bigger smile.

Deanna growled in mom mode, “Get the hell out of here, and wait for us in the living room.”

Deanna told me she was going to hop in the shower, and I should take one after her.

Deanna was about to put on what she had on last night, but our clothes got wet during our shower romp. I gave her my robe and I put on clean shorts and a t-shirt. We took a little over forty-five minutes to come out to the living room.

The kids had cleaned up our glasses and put away the bottles in the living room. Sandy did the few dishes that were in the sink.

As we entered the living room, both our son and daughter-in-law were grinning. Sandy asked, in a very teasing manner, “Okay, mom, dad —what ja doing?” With a big grin.

I growled, “None of your fuck’n business!”

“Well, we were worried, when we tried to call mom, she didn’t answer.”

I looked at my Deanna and asked, “Where’s your phone?”

Just then, we heard a phone Sahabet Giriş ringing; it was coming from the couch, as it was stuck in the cushions, and Deanna hurried to get it.

Sandy held up her own phone with a big smile and said, “I found it.”

“Well, kids, we might be changing our relationship,” I announced.

Sandy and Jon both said, “What, to ‘fuck buddies’, ‘friends with benefits’,’bonking pals’?”

“Watch your mouths!” Deanna growled again.

Deanna asked, “Guys, please don’t tell your sisters.”

Sandy said, “I need to go outside.”

“Hold your horses, little lady!” I roared.

Just then, I heard my phone indicating a text. Deanna’s phone signaled a text also. Sandy was a fast texter.

Our texts were from Heather and Racheal. Heather and Racheal are my stepdaughters from Deanna’s first marriage.

Heather’s text to me said, “Are you getting back together with mom?”

Racheal’s text to Deanna said, “Are you getting back together with dad?”

Deanna called both girls on a conference call, and put it on speaker. Deanna said, “CHILDREN, now listen. What your dad and I do is our business. Do not spread it around. Do you hear me?”

ALL four said in unison, “Yes, mom.”

I said, “We don’t know where this is going, so don’t interfere. You got that?”

ALL four said in unison, “Yes, dad.”

“Jon and Sandy, you can go home now. Heather and Racheal, you guys can hang up.”

After the girls hung up, and Jon and Sandy left, Deanna said, “What are we going to do now?”

“We could go back to the bedroom,” I said, with a grin and a wink.

Deanna said, “Okay!” With a smile.

Thus started a new page in our lives.

Counseling

We started the counseling that we should have had over thirty-five years ago. I found out that Deanna had been depressed before Jon was born. The postpartum depression was the tipping point for her depression. But she hid it, thinking it would go away. Paul was a predator and took advantage of her mental state.

We saw the counselor, both together, and individually.

The counselor explained to me that Deanna had not wanted to bother me about her depression, since I was working two jobs.

The counselor told me, “Deanna felt admitting to you she was depressed was going to negatively effect your marriage.”

Paul was a manipulator who was able to pray on Deanna’s delicate psyche.

I was like most husbands— working hard, two jobs, for the family; thinking the wife was doing okay, not knowing she was hiding her depression.

Boy, did I know about depression, though. Depression was what killed my second marriage to Judy, but I was the one hiding the depression. Depression, on my part, and lack of commitment on Judy’s.

Dating

Deanna and I began dating. Dating in your 60s is a lot different than dating in your 20s and 30s.

Now, our dates were nice evenings; dinner, maybe a movie or a walk in the early evening, holding hands. We did a lot of holding of each other. The sex was measured and enjoyed by both of us.

After about three months of our ‘senior’ dating, I asked Deanna if she would like to move into my place. We had a sane and loving discussion about it. We decided that we would move in together.

Moving in

We had a family meeting. Heather, Racheal and Jon, with their spouses. We also invited the oldest grandchildren; Kaylee, 18, Dan, 18, Lindy, 22, to take part in the family meeting.

At first, we ran into resistance from our children. Their spouses, for the most part, knew to keep their mouths shut. The grandchildren said they were with us two-hundred percent. Lindy summed it up, “I think Grandma and Grandpa still, and have always, loved each other. So why not? I never liked having to go to different houses to see them.”

The two 18-year-old grandkids, Kaylee and Dan, said, “Come on, they must want to be together, it is not the nineties anymore.”

Deanna said, “We were married before the nineties.”

I inquired, “Just what are you going to do when we do move in together? Ban us from your families?”

“No, dad, but are you guys going to get remarried?” Jon asked.

Deanna said, “We will think about it.” I nodded in agreement.

Our children said it would be hard to get used to it.

I said, “You think you will have it hard? Think of us, we haven’t been together for thirty-five years!” Deanna nodded in agreement.

Two weeks later, the whole family helped move Deanna into my house. The weekend before moving, our girls and our daughter-in-law came over to my place (soon to be our place ) and Deanna-ized it somewhat; putting some feminine touches to it. They repainted a couple rooms, ‘girling’ it up some. After all, I had lived in it for twenty years, most of the time, a bachelor. Yes, I had some short-term live-in girlfriends, Carey being the longest. The girls removed everything that Carey had changed or left behind. I did get to keep my ,’man cave’ Sahabet Güncel Giriş (den), and with no kids, Deanna got her ‘she shed’, (one of the bedrooms). We still had a guest room for grandchildren.

Once the kids left, we sat down and Deanna asked me, “Can we make it?”

“Well, if we can’t, we will die-a-trying,” was my reply.

When we retired to the master suite, we stepped out the door to the closed-in deck, and to the hot tub. Our son and sons-in-law cleaned it, and ‘tuned it up.’ On my last bathroom trip before the family left, I turned it on. I took a little blue pill.

We quietly stripped, revealing our older bodies to each other, all I saw was the years-younger Deanna. To tell the truth, our bodies hadn’t gotten too bad with the years. One thing I noticed that was new, Deanna had a bare pussy. We stepped into the tub, and as we embraced each other, the water and bubbles did the same.

I began helping the bubbles caress Deanna’s body. She started to caress my cock. Our kissing was erotic, but soft and slow. Deanna sat on my lap with her back to me; she then lay back, so we both could look through the skylight over the hot tub. With the lights off, we could see well into the night’s sky.

Deanna asked, “Do you remember that night before we were married, we threw a blanket down in the farmers field and we watched the sky, after we made love. Our lovemaking was so powerful, that I thought I passed out …”

“…You did pass out, Deanna. Your sister was babysitting for us; we were so late, I thought we would get a lecture from her, but she was asleep and we were able to sneak into the house and into your bedroom, so she never knew what time we really got home.

You know, we are looking at the same constellations as that night.”

“Yes, I remember you telling me the story about Andromeda and Perseus.”

While we talked, I was stroking Deanna’s body. I started at her navel and stroked up her body over her breasts and back down; I felt like I was playing a fine classical guitar. Holding each other so close, brought memories of our younger lovemaking. We had talked about anal back then. We had talked about fisting back then, also. That night in the farmers field was the first time we did both.

I reminisced, “We sat with your naked body in my lap. You covered my dick with lube and I entered you. You were so stimulated. I played with your pussy and you covered my hand with the lube, and I started to add more fingers, as I moved in and out of your pussy and then my whole hand was inside you. I made a fist and pumped my hand in your slick pussy. You had a number of orgasms. I remember my orgasm, it is etched in my memory.”

“Paul never fucked my ass, and never put more that two fingers in me. Most of my orgasms were self-induced, while I was married to the pompous ass.”

I looked at Deanna and asked, “Would you like to see if we can still do it?”

She said with a smile, “That would be nice.”

We dried each other off and climbed into bed.

Deanna said, “We are both a little older, if you need any help getting up…”

“…I took a little blue pill just before everyone left,” I assured her.

“No wonder you felt so good in the hot tub!”

I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a new tube of K-Y Jelly.

Deanna lay on her back on the bed, looking almost like an angel. I put a couple of pillows under her. I spread the K-Y on my cock. I then lubed her rosebud. I gently pushed my erection into her. It seemed that her anus was welcoming me home.

I slowly penetrated her cunt with my lube-covered fingers, I pumped one finger, then two fingers, then three fingers. I slipped in my pinky, I pumped my fist, back and forth, within her pussy. Deanna leaned back and began to moan. I could feel the movement of my fist on my cock through the vagina and rectum walls; it brought back many loving erotic memories.

Deanna had one of those loud-moaning orgasms that had set me off so many years ago, and it did again this time, too.

We lay there resting together for a little while longer, than we ever did in our youth. When we disengaged, we moved to the shower and cleaned each other. When we returned to the bedroom, we changed the sheets and lay down again. I remembered her body, like it was a map chiseled into the granite of my memory. Deanna asked me to suck her tits. I took a nipple into my mouth; lightly holding onto the nipple with my teeth, I flicked it with my tongue. I pinched the other nipple between my thumb and index finger. Deanna moaned like it was the first time. I switched breasts and got even more moaning.

“Dave, can we go to sleep now? This is more sex than I have had since way back when we were married.”

I looked at her in surprise!

“Paul was a ‘Polaroid’ lover, he’d stick it in and sixty seconds later he was done. I don’t know how many times I masturbated after he would fall asleep, and I would remember, with tears in my eyes, what you and I had. I was so embarrassed, I could not bring myself to admit you were still the man I loved.”

I did a small chuckle, “A couple of times, in the heat of passion while fucking Carey’s brains out, I called her, Deanna, and one time with Judy while I was taking her from behind in the camper I called her, Deanna too”

My Life of Sex And Money Pt. 03

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I arrived right on time, to be greeted by Ms Grey’s secretary, who informed me, I would be seen by her in a few minutes. As I waited, I took in my surroundings and it just spoke of wealth and power. Whilst awaiting to see Ms Grey, visitors were seated in a plush office, on large leather sofas. The walls were full of original paintings, hung in a way to draw your eyes to a magnificent glass display cabinet, full of business awards. Her Secretary (as I was to find out later, was called Marge) had an antique oak desk, empty apart from a telephone and typewriter, surrounded by filing cabinets. Her phoned buzzed and she directed me down the corridor to the end door. I knocked and waited.

“Come in Shaun.” A voice boomed out.

As I entered Ms Grey was looking out of the window, shaking her head,

“If you think you are turning up at my clients abode in that heap of junk, you are very much mistaken!” Without turning to face me and pointing at my car, she yelled at me.

I was just about to leave when she turned to face me and burst out laughing.

“June told me about your little accident last night, to eager to ravish her pussy, from what I hear.”

I started to explain before she cut me off,

“Listen Shaun, I am not the dragon, people make me out to be, a long time ago, too long ago, to remember every detail. I had a talent and a desire to make something of myself. But had no idea how to move forward, then an older man took me under his wing, introduced me into the real world of commerce, where money, sex and blackmail are all entwined. She then pointed to an old black and white picture on the wall, it depicted a couple having sex, the woman although her face was hidden, had a body that looked gorgeous, young and lithe, the man was old and fat, bald apart from a few long wispy grey hairs, brushed over the top of his head. That was me, fucking my way to the top.”

I looked at her, then back to the picture, surely this was not the same person standing before me.

“Why me?” I asked in regards to her taking me on.

“That’s a question I cannot answer fully, June, a long time ago, did something for me, I can never truly repay. When she came to me and asked if I would give you a chance, there was no way I could refuse, but it’s down to you, a months trial, fail and you will be out, pass and you will have a life most men can only dream of.”

“You have two jobs lined up today, firstly Mrs Thomas wants some shelving put up, then this afternoon, you and I are going to look at a shop I am hoping to purchase.”

I only nodded, still astounded by the picture.

Leaving my old banger behind, I drove one of the pool cars, a Volvo estate to the address I had been given.

“Hello, my name is Shaun, Ms Grey sent me.” Introducing myself to the woman who answered the door.

As I followed her down the hallway, my eyes were drawn to her arse, the Sahabet close fitting jeans she was wearing, showed it off to perfection, it looked tight and toned and as she walked, it swayed from side to side.

She led me to the living room and excused herself saying,

“Give me five minutes, I need to make a phone call, then I shall show you what needs to be done.”

The room was modestly furnished but what set it apart, were the photographs that adorned every wall. Old faded black and white images, mostly depicting burnt out buildings and soldiers, obviously taken during some conflict. I was fascinated by them, to the extent that I did not hear her return.

“My grandfathers took them.” She said from behind me.

“He was an army photographer during the war, that’s were I got my love of the art from.”

The job was such an easy one, I wondered why she or her husband did not do it themselves, but hey I was getting paid to do it. Four wooden brackets, two pine boards later and the task was completed in under thirty minutes.

“My that was quick, can I get you a drink?”

Thinking it was tea or coffee on offer I replied “Please.”

It was only 10am, but she poured two rather large glasses of wine and handed one to me.

We talked as we sipped our drinks and I found out that like her grandfather, she to was a professional photographer, doing mainly weddings and family portraits these days, but in her younger days had travelled to many counties in conflict.

“Do you like taking pictures?” She asked.

“Yes, but unfortunately, my skills are limited to a Polaroid camera.”

She let out a naughty giggle,

“Naughty pics of girlfriends, is it?”

I wasn’t going to admit it, but I did have some of my ex in her undies.

Quite out of the blue she asked,

“Do you want to see some of mine?”

Thinking she was going to show me some of her pictures from her days abroad, I was quite taken back, when I opened the cover of the first album, the first picture depicted, a mature woman standing near a window, the sunlight shining through the thin material of her robe. The woman in question wore the most exquisite lingerie. Each subsequent photograph, showed the woman in various poses, erotic not pornographic. The second album was completely the opposite, it left nothing to the imagination, the images were very graphic, they showed older women having sex in various positions, but the one thing they all had in common was, the man was very much younger than the woman.

“You looked shocked.” She said to me.

I Just nodded.

She went on to explain, “When I was a student, money was a struggle and let’s just say these came in useful for supplementing my income.”

I wanted to hear more but time had passed so quick, I had to return to the office, as I gathered my stuff, Mrs Thomas said,

“Should you Sahabet Giriş ever need to develop some pictures of your own, I would be happy to teach you how to use my darkroom.”

I considered this strange proposal all the way back to the office.

Marge told me to go straight in, that they were waiting for me. They?

My question was answered as I walked through the door, Ms Grey was sitting behind her desk, sitting on the edge of it, with her legs stretched out was Aunty June.

“Firs test passed.” Ms Grey told me.

“Mrs Thomas has already been in contact, saying how efficient you were and that she has some more work for you.” She added.

Ms Grey left the room, announcing she would be back in thirty minutes and then we would go visit her prospective purchase.

“What are you doing?” I said to Aunty June as I noticed she was undoing the buttons of her blouse.

Initially she did no reply, just continued opening her top, finally removing it, her large tits looked wonderful encased in a black satin bra, her nipples, already hard and protruding, bouncing slightly as she took heavy deep breaths. When she released the catch and pulled the cups aside, I almost came in my pants, it was the first time I had seen them fully exposed, yes they drooped a little, but given their heaviness, this was to be expected. I was delighted to see that under her skirt, she wore matching suspenders and panties. Hooking her fingers in the waistband,she eased her knickers slowly and deliberate down her thighs, over the straps of her suspenders, past her knees, down to her ankles, before lifting one foot out, then the other. Retrieving them from the floor, she tossed them at me, they felt moist in my fingers and smelt of pure lust. It was only then that she spoke,

“Don’t go falling this time, I’m desperate for cock.”

I Just started to say “But what?”

She cut me off “If Angela sees us? Don’t worry sweetheart, it won’t be the first time she has seen me being shagged.”

Theses words only compounded my need for release, only this time, I fully removed my trousers and pants, I wanted no repeat of last nights accident. There was no time, nor the need for any foreplay, as I stood between Aunty Junes wide open legs, taking my hard dick in her hands, she positioned it at her pussy opening, before wrapping her legs around me, pulling me in tight. A little scream escaped her mouth, as I plunged balls deep inside her. Her love tunnel was hot and wet and to my amazement very tight, coupled with the fact that, Aunty June knew how to manipulate her pelvic muscles, my cock was held in a vice like grip. She was in total control, using her hips and legs to dictate the pace and power of every thrust. Grabbing my head in her hands, she pulled me down to her breasts,

“Bite me, you horny bastard, brand me….Give me the mark of sex…Make me your Sahabet Güncel Giriş own.”

Taking a mouthful of her soft orb between my lips, clamped my teeth around it and sucked hard upon it.

“OH FUCK! FUCKING HELL!”

I was struggling to remain on my feet, as Aunty June used her lower body, making me pound her harder, faster and deeper. I felt my balls banging against her arse cheeks, her tits bouncing, the left one now displaying a large love bite. The tension in my balls was rapidly building to a climax,

“Aunty June, I can’t hold on much longer, I better pull out.” I begged.

“Don’t you fucking dare, I want you to fill my cunt, fill it full.”

And so I did, unable to hold back any longer, I let it all go and go and go, I didn’t think I would stop shooting my spunk inside her, believe me it was the most I have ever unloaded.

Totally spent, I lay upon her, knackered but content. I thought I saw something or someone out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned to look, there was nothing to be seen.

Aunty June released me,

“Quick get dressed, Angela is due back.” Aunty June whispered to me.

We both just got attired in time, Ms Grey flaunted into her office and with a mischievous grin on her face announced,

“Smells like a brothel in here.”

We dropped Aunty June back at her house, before Ms Grey took me to see the property she was interested in. It was a large, Victorian, 4 storey house, in the middle of Market Square. Although an impressive looking building, years of neglect had left it needing total renovation. As we toured the place, she explained her plans for the place. The basement would be a storage area, with a small staff kitchen and toilet, the ground floor would house an upmarket woman’s clothing outlet. The next floor she intended to have a hairdressers and beauty parlour. It was the plans for the top floor that sparked my imagination the most, she called it The Dream Room. A female only massage parlour, where women could come, enjoy a glass of wine and have their stress and tension eased away.

It all sounded very grand and expensive, way too much for me to undertake and I told her so.

“Of course it is sweetie, I didn’t expect you to do all this work, I have a project team lined up to carry out the work. Your role comes much earlier than that. Should I be successful in acquiring the property, I need you to ensure I get the subsequent planning permission.”

I had no idea what she meant by that and when pushed all she would reply is,

“All in good time”

Back at the office she told me that “Every morning report to Marge and she will give you, your work for the day, if any.”

Before for I left she handed me an envelope, “Our secret. Okay.”

Back in solitude of my bedroom, I opened it, 3 items lay inside, plus a hand written note. Holy shit!

Two £50 pound notes and a pair of black knickers.

On note was inscribed, one days pay and I think Aunty June would like her knickers back.

A £100 for what amounted to less than a hours physical work, my last job paid me £15 per week, no wonder her last employee could afford to retire early.

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Part 1

Prologue

Kismet is variously described as serendipity, synchronicity, destiny, fate . Whether you believe in luck, God, or anything in between, most cultures have a word or a concept for Kismet. Generally, it is a force that some people think controls what happens in the future, and is outside human control. Succinctly, it is fate; a predetermined or unavoidable destiny…The idea that everything that happens to you in your life is already decided, and that you cannot do anything to change or control it. In popular use, it often refers to the supposed reason for a chance encounter or coincidence. The occurrence is almost always a positive one.

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My name is Lydia Twatt. I am 52 years old, a nationally known poet, and feminist activist. My poetry has been described as earthy, sensual, raunchy and sublimely erotic. When my collected poems called “The Zodiac Garden” came out it not only won acclamation nationwide, it also won for me a prize from the Poetry Society; a fifteen-day vacation of my choice, all expenses paid for…I chose Peru a country I’d always wanted to visit. A country of history, culture, beauty, and adventure, with a full spectrum of possibilities for travelers. I also needed to get away from poetry and the literary scene, at least for a while. I do speak some Spanish by the way.

The ancient Inca City of Machu Picchu is one of the highlights of any trip to South America, but there is much more to discover throughout Peru…I chose to live in San Miguel on the coast which is part of the urban area of Lima the capital city…I arrived on a hot sultry Friday afternoon. My lodging was a small lovely apartment, in a well-appointed guest house set in a beautiful garden. An enclosed small pool in the backyard looked inviting.

I luxuriated in the cool pool naked for a long time, floating mindlessly in the water which caressed my breasts, my cunt; my eyes shut against the world, feeling the tiredness gradually disappear. The air condition was a succor from the heat. The concierge or caretaker was a good looking, friendly Mestizo– part Inca, part Hispanic– woman in her early-40’s called Rosita who spoke English with an accent. She brought me some vintage wine, cheese and a rolled joint. Wow, how classy I thought. Rosita admired my well-toned body, my salt and peppery hair, my hazel eyes, my tan.

“Senora, you are a lovely woman indeed,” she smiled, making me blush.

Later after plying me with the good wine and pot she asked if I would like some company. I declined but she insisted she would send someone to keep me company and to show me around.

Feeling high from the wine and pot, and comfortable in only my brief bikinis and topless, I started proofing my new risqué, ribald narrative poetry on my lap-top, enjoying the fragrance of flowers wafting in with the breeze, when a young man about mid 30’s walked in thru the open door. He wore only tight briefs with a towel around his neck. I tried to cover myself but it was too late. He introduced himself as Rosario, a younger brother of Rosita’s. She had sent him to keep my company he said.

“Well, I’d be damned,” I said slightly annoyed. But his engaging smile disarmed me. He then helped himself to some wine and the half-smoked joint. And while he talked my eyes feasted on his bare, lovely brown and rather smooth body. His hair was curly black and lustrous; the warm brown eyes made him look like a young wolf, the rippling muscles made him hot. But most of all, the overly large bulge in his mini briefs. His aura of unabashed sensuality got my dormant libido into overdrive. I had remained fuckless for so long, my cunt was screaming for some action.

Oh God, I felt goosebumps of excitement! And his gaze was riveted on my bare breasts, my skimpy bikini which barely contained my lush salt and peppery pubic hairs. My cunt clenched steadily, as I watched his cock elongate into a huge erection in his briefs as he stroked it assuredly. It seemed we were turned on by each other. His sexy accent, his conversation intoxicated me as much as the wine. We looked at each other with shared lust, inexorably in the mood for fucking.

In an adroit move, Rosario pulled me onto my feet and kissed me passionately, pressing his very hard cock against my lower belly. Then he sucked on my bare nipples. I was a goner then, I could not resist him, I wanted him to fuck me. We began a slow slide into passion. As if our coming together was preordained. He slipped down my bikini and looked at my cunt with wonder in his eyes.

“I’ve never seen grey hairs on a pussy before” he said stroking the thick hair.

“I take it you’ve never fucked an older woman before” I said, as his briefs dropped to the floor and his huge dark cock sprang upright. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom, as I peeled off the bikini.

The afternoon was enriching. The bedroom bathed in sunlight, the perfumed silk sheets inviting. I kept stroking Rosario’s huge hard, cock while my pussy ached and leaked…Minutes later he mounted me on the bed, his cock throbbed Starzbet and pounded at the doorway to my cunt, back and forth questing for entry. I was very wet and slippery; on the honey run. He pushed that oversized cock all the way inside me, and began to fuck me. He fucked me and fucked me.

My hips rotated slowly as the hard cock vibrated deeper against my cloying vaginal walls; my heavy flow lubricating us. The universe rumbled beneath us in the force and the deep rhythms sex…I raised my head off the pillow and watched as his glistening dark cock moved inexorably in and out of my pink cunt, our pubic hairs soggy with juice. The contrast was exhilarating.

My saturated cunt seemed to get tighter as my vibrations swelled and my musky secretions leaked out; my clitoris and labia were drenched with the abundant juices. Rosario, kept thrusting and retreating, again and again. I was all rhythm, moving in circles, hips rolling free in their sockets in response, intense, unrelenting…The steadily increasing frenzy jarred my head wildly, shaking me loose from my brains; we were seething in lust.

I screamed as the fucking got very heavy, weighted and slow; whispered obscenities sustained us. So much beauty all around. Rosario’s cock was super hard breaking down barriers in my cunt. I came and came, my body shivering, shaking, trembling. My heart pounded in my ears, as Rosario fucked me like a man possessed. I reached out like a tide, dragging Rosario down, rocked by the waves, deep in ecstasy, the rainbow broke and he poured a torrent of hot cum into my convulsing, orgasmic body.

All day long we were consumed by an endless lust that pushed up from the depths of our souls, crashing forward like the pounding waves of the open ocean. Salty wet bottomless waves rolling; crashing, colliding hungrily, breathless, desperate and free. We were swept away by a storm, overtaken by overwhelming passion, lost in its rhythm. We fucked and fucked all thru the long, lovely night, and the world went into slow motion…I had been totally, thoroughly fucked. I was ecstatic since my last fuck by an older guy with a small dick some time ago, was so shitty, unsatisfactory.

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Two days later, Rosario failed to show up as promised. After feeding my famished cunt with a big hard dick and giving her a wonderful fucking, he disappears. What a bummer. I was horny, I figured a swim will take care of that. I skinny dipped in the pool, frolicking, sipping wine now and then…Suddenly I became aware of a presence as I lay on a rubber mat sunbathing. I opened my eyes to see Rosita standing by the pool, completely naked. Her lush, black pubic hairs spreading from hip to hip. Her brown legs were quite shapely and covered with fine black hair. Her eyes had a strange golden glint mixed with the dark brown color. Beside her was a young man also naked with a resplendent erection. His name was Pedro, Rosita’s lover. I gulped, I was curious, expectant. They both joined me on the rubber mat covered with large towels and pillows.

Guitar and flute music by Poulenc wafted from the radio. A truly congenial atmosphere. We were merry and laughing like old friends, feeling perverse and carefree.

“Pedro is going to fuck you Lydia, would you like that?” asked Rosita. My earlier horniness had fully returned and I wanted to be fucked. “By Jove I’d love that,” I said. Then Pedro began to stroke my breasts, my ass, between my legs…My swollen labia lay open and pulsing, with juices flowing freely. He rubbed my clitoris with his thumb, inhaling my smell, a sexy odorous scent and sucked my nipples.

“I love your grey pussy hairs, I’ve never seen one like this before, it’s simply lovely” he said, gazing at my cunt. It reminded me of Rosario’s similar remark.

He began to enter me very slowly. Impatient, I sucked the rigid cock inside with strong vaginal muscles. He began to fuck me leisurely. The longer he fucked me the wetter I became. My juices squirted out intermittently. I gasped repeatedly, drowning in ecstasy to his smooth, powerful thrusts. Gliding deeper and deeper into my cunt, my moans echoing his hard grunts, my hips rotating sweetly. I held nothing back, taking much pleasure in his enjoyment. The poolside was filled with the sounds coming from my cunt and my mournful cries.

Pedro fucked me with such finesse I was lost in ecstasy. Then I heaved and screamed and melted as a powerful orgasm claimed me…Rosita watched avidly. Pedro continued to fuck me relentlessly, making me cum again until with a roar he shot a geyser of cum into my cunt. Pedro pulled out of my twat, his cock still hard and big, smeared with my creamy juices. Rosita slurped my juices off Pedro’s cock, then buried her face in my pussy, lapping up Pedro’s semen.

“O God, it’s so beautiful” I sobbed. Time fell over our stillness. The sun was on us as we lay heavily together, Rosita’s arm encircling my body. The phosphorescent glow of the sunlight blended with the neo-abstract surroundings; a cool breeze blew across the garden drying off our sweat.

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Late Starzbet Giriş Tuesday morning, still no sign of Rosario. I wanted to go out to the beach but could not make up my mind. Then Rosita walked in with a friend whom I recognized as the Peruvian writer Nita Barros. I had read some of her writings translated into English in the past. I was very much excited to meet her in the flesh.

She was astonished at my immediate recognition of her as one of the most exciting, Peruvian feminist writers. I’d seen her picture in an anthology, “Writings by Latin American Women” which I read some time ago. I was so excited by her writing, I subsequently obtained a collection of her later works called “Juicy Fruit.”

Nita another Mestizo woman, in her late forties captures the tone and rhythm of contemporary Peruvian culture, in her collection of short stories and essays, which blend eroticism and social critique. They also reveal her feminist concerns and her direct and explicit use of erotic language. Her work unabashedly expresses the pleasures of the female body with joy and confidence. Nita wore an amulet between her half exposed breasts, and rings on all her fingers.

We drank red wine and smoked some pot. She had traveled extensively and lived in the U.S for some time she said. Nita is attractive and titillating, an ephemeral odalisque. The story of her life is right out of the Arabian Nights. She is also a woman searching for love and confessed to eclectic tastes in both men and women, especially women.

“I love fucking” she said flatly, dragging on the joint, looking at me lasciviously. “But I’m careful not to fuck someone I feel no physical or emotional attraction to,” she added. Nita’s whole demeanor said sex right out loud. I was excited about her and she knew it. She was also very pleased with me and Rosita was overjoyed at our seemingly good rapport. Rosita left us to run some errands…Sitting cross-legged on the rug like a fakir, her breasts hanging loose inside her open shirt, Nita talked about how she likes to get in touch with her body every day as she gets older, between sips of her drink and drags on the joint.

Spreading her legs and letting her sarong fall open, to reveal the most gorgeous cunt I’ve seen in a long time. It was covered with the densest, most luxuriant, impenetrable forest of black hair, some of which spread out onto her inner thighs and upwards to her navel. “Oh Nita, it’s such a beautiful cunt” I said softly. Her burgundy cunt had me in thrall and could probably keep me mesmerized forever; the symmetrical inner labia, elegant and succulent like a juicy tropical fruit.

“I bet you’ve never seen anything like it. I love to show off my cunt,” she bragged, gazing into my eyes and parting her labia to expose a big, magnificent clitoris.

Seemingly high, Nita bared her body to my gaze as she slowly peeled off her clothes. I watched her in silence, marveling at her iridescent copper color; her legs and the insides of her thighs thick with hair. I pulled her to her feet, then to my utter amazement her pussy began to drip long strings of juice. She continued to drip all the way to the bedroom. We began to kiss, sinking on to the bed, tumbling thru space. I felt her liquid softness as I took her breasts in my mouth and sucked gently.

“Be forewarned, it takes me a long time to cum” she said softly. “We’ll see about that,” I said. Her musky smell had intrigued me so much; the wet woman smell that I love. On the bed, she straddled my thigh, parting her lush black bush, an enchanted forest, and pulled her labia open, raising her enormous clitoris into view; dark red, gleaming and glowing in the sunlight…Almost two inches is her clitoris when fully erect. She caressed her own magnificent clitoral erection, her breath rasping in her throat in a ragged sob. She began to ride my thigh with her stiff clitoris, wetting me with her abundant grool, her hand stroking my tumescent clitoris..

Stretched out on top of me, Nita kept nibbling on my earlobes, her hand moving between my legs stroking my cunt. I had my hand in her twat. She began to squeeze and clench with her inner muscles, opening and closing around my hand for what seemed like an eternity, stretching her insides. I felt her voice deep inside. Then she groaned loudly “Oh God!” her body shuddering uncontrollably in orgasm. A cascade of her juices came rushing out. When she came, I felt the icy-hot juice from the wellspring of her cunt, soaking my pubic hairs while she sobbed. Later she buried her face in my cunt and devoured me to a glorious orgasm.

Nita’s orgasms were like creations out of a void, pinning me to her sensations, forcing me to recognize her, to remember her body…”O Dios mio, I hardly cum this many times” she murmured, her body wracked with spasms.

The incredible force of her cunt around my fist, forcing me to be satisfied and resolved then relaxed in crystal contentment. It was a celebration that went on and on, all day long. Sleeping and waking up many times Starzbet Yeni Giriş to explore and fuck each other, finally falling into a deep sleep as the glow of sunset burst

into the room.

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Part 2

Magic Carpet Ride

Three days later Nita took me on a spree around San Miguel, finally ended up at a kinky party in a beach house. The group was mainly younger, cosmopolitan, multiracial. They spoke both Spanish and English, some inclined towards Alternative life styles. I felt very much at home. Nita introduced me to some close friends:

Micos, the host was an affable dude who claimed to be a direct Inca descendant. He is well versed in Inca folklore, tradition and mythology. And he also claimed to be an award winning chef.

Marena, an Alt Latina about Nita’s age. She wore nothing beneath her grey Calia lux body suit; her pussy camel toe prominently displayed, her bubble round ass jiggling as she moved about. Marena was totally provocative and she knew it.

She and I had a lot to talk about while Nita sized up the young women. Marena identified herself as: “An anarchist, vegan, artist, feminist, bisexual and a slut”.

“My identity is in a constant state of flux” she confided, seemingly high on something.

An Afro Cuban dude called Zuma who has adopted Inca culture. A well-known baseball player. His name means warrior, an Inca warrior he said. His trendy buzz haircut is quite attractive. He had an aura of sexy ruggedness and macho male ness which got my attention. Zuma offered to show me around some interesting places in a few days.

Then there was a Black lady body builder called Maxine, wearing a fishnet body suit and nothing else, showing off her massive clitoris to all and sundry. Another younger woman wore a crotch less outfit that exposed her shaved meaty cunt, “to empower my self-expression” according to her.

A couple of Chicanas about my age, originally from New Mexico and looking pretty high, confided in me that they were on the prowl, to pick up young men to fuck.

“My pussy has been screaming for action for some weeks now.” Said one, dragging on a joint.

“Hey, I need a massive fucking totem pole up my cunt to keep her quiet,” said the other, we all laughed.

Micos asked Nita, Marena and myself to stay and enjoy his authentic Inca cuisine, after the guests have departed…And by Jove, the meal was fantastic!

Later, while Micos and I were fooling around on a couch, Nita and Marena spread thick blankets covered with towels on the living room rug. Then they undressed and promptly began eating each other’s cunts in a 69 pose. Their moans and cries filled the room. I could see Marena’s cunt grool drip onto Nita’s face, into her mouth.

I stroked Micos’ big hard cock while he finger fucked me as we watched the two women. Inexorably we moved onto the blanket beside the rutting women.

Micos and I caressed and stroked each other on equal terms. I sucked his cock, he lapped my pussy…We began to fuck in slow motion but passionately. We were both wild and indefatigable, fucking with total abandon, his cock curved hard within the supple sweetness of my cunt, which splashed juice everywhere. Our bodies passed thru tones of music, sucked in by the tides of the sea. I heard Nita scream in orgasm, followed by Marena’s howl, then all was quiet.

“The strong smell of cunt in the room is quite intoxicating,” said Micos as he plowed deeper inside me.

My cunt swelled deeper, Micos’ cock grew bigger, harder inside me…We fucked and fucked into orgasm after orgasm. In a river of hot, sticky cum and cunt juices…The warm sea breeze flapped the curtains, the room filled with the deliciously wet, obscene sounds of each stroke of his cock, as Micos continued to fuck me. Our energies expanding beyond the boundaries of our bodies. The sex was terrifyingly sweet and wild. I wanted to make it last forever. We came and came, and the heavens fell on us.

On the tenth day of my vacation, after an hour’s stretching and yoga exercises and feeling very good, I thought about extending my vacation for several days. Then a surprise visit from Zuma as promised. He brought some sea food, booze and pot. His manly presence caused goosebumps all over my body…Watching his tall muscular body move around the room got my juices flowing, literally. I was smitten with him, with desire. I was so turned on I could fuck a totem pole.

Sensing my state of excitement, Zuma began to undress, gazing into my eyes.

What a magnificent specimen of a man I thought. He was sexy as fuck. I shivered, I was in for a wonderful treat. Then I saw his massive erect cock, knotted with big veins, his bulky scrotum. And he will fuck me with it. I almost swooned. But I was fascinated at the same time. I’d never ever seen a cock this mighty. A warrior indeed! He undressed me and made me sit on the edge of the bed. He stood before me.

“Stroke it” he said pointing to his massive cock. I grasped the cock with both hands. It was hard as granite and very heavy, his balls heavy. My cunt began to quiver, my juices flowing freely. OMG, I have never ever held such a cock before. Huge, hard, pulsating, very powerful. I shudderied, the man was hung like a stallion! I have always dreamt and fantasized about such cocks; indeed, allegorized them in my poems.

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Während ich Maik von nun an wieder öfter, wenn auch wie gewohnt unregelmäßig und vor allem dann traf, wenn er Zeit hatte, wurde ich fünfundzwanzig. Das war ein fantastisches Alter und ich nutzte es. Vor allem für verbotene Flirtereien und nichtssagende One-Night-Stands am Wochenende, die dazu führten, dass ich bewusst die Augen nach Gelegenheiten offen hielt, etwas Verbotenes zu tun. Meine Weiblichkeit auszunutzen. Einen Mann zu verführen, den ich nicht verführen sollte. War ich bei Kai sowie auch Herrn Müller irgendwie noch aufgeregt, begann ich, lediglich auf das Kribbeln zu warten, welches sich einstellte, wenn eine Situation besonders prekär oder aber besonders einzigartig war. Das ganze ging soweit, dass ich mich bewusst auf so etwas wie eine Beziehung einließ.

Versteht mich nicht falsch. Rückblickend weiß ich noch sehr genau, wie hoch meine Moral einst einmal war und wie sehr mich der erste Bruch in diese Richtung — Maiks Affäre mit mir, ohne zu sagen, dass ich überhaupt eine Affäre bin — verletzt hat. Verletzt und vor allem wütend gemacht hat. Aber das mit Maik hat mich verändert. Das und was daraus geworden ist. Kai hat mich verändert. Der dicke, schwitzende Herr Müller hat mich verändert. Es gäbe ein paar wenige Zwischenmänner, die eventuell ihren Beitrag dazu geleistet haben, aber wenn ich auch von denen erzählen würde, wäre das hier ein Roman — und so etwas wollen wir natürlich nicht. Also muss ich bei den wichtigsten Männern bleiben.

Der nächstwichtigste hieß Thomas. Der Thomas, der natürlich nichts von Maik wusste. Denn ich war nicht nur soweit, jemandes Affäre zu sein, sondern auch, selbst eine zu haben und währenddessen jemand anderen zu betrügen. Das Betrügen an sich war ein i-Tüpfelchen, an dem ich schnell das Interesse verlor. Es kribbelte zu wenig. Und auch an Thomas an sich bestand von Anfang an kein all zu großes Interesse — es ging eigentlich immer nur um seinen Bruder. Thomas’ Bruder Falk. Der wiederum war einer der größten Männer, die ich jemals kennengelernt habe — die Art von Mann, die automatisch Basketball spielten, weil alles andere keinen Sinn ergeben würde. Er war groß und kräftig, Ende zwanzig, mit kurzen Haaren und einem kantigen Gesicht — und hatte so riesige Hände, dass mir schwummrig wurde, wenn ich nur daran dachte. Und er war verlobt. Eine Sache, bei der ich glaubte, dass sie, wenn ich sie tatsächlich durchziehen würde, besser werden könnte als alles, was ich davor hatte: Falk, der verlobte Bruder meines Freundes.

Es klang großartig in meinen Ohren.

Versteht mich auch hier nicht falsch. Ich mochte Thomas prinzipiell. Er war nicht der Burner im Bett, aber er war lernfähig. Er war recht langweilig, ließ sich aber antreiben. Er sah recht hübsch aus, war keine Klette, hatte ein eigenes Leben und Hobbys und meine Eltern mochten ihn — er war einer der Jungs, den man Allen vorstellen konnte und der sich überall einfügte. Der perfekte Schwiegersohn. Der, mit dem man in der Mitte seines Lebens auch Kinder Starzbet haben wollte. Nicht, dass ich das gewollt hätte.

Eben jener Thomas allerdings hätte wohl hysterisch lachend Reißaus genommen, wenn er gewusst hätte, welcher achtundvierzigjähriger Mann mich öfter, jedoch unregelmäßig, mit dem Auto abholte. Welcher Mann an und mit mir seine krasseste Fantasie auslebte.

Denn nach nur wenigen Tagen brach Maik das Schweigen und meldete sich. Fragte, ob wir uns sehen wollen. Und das taten wir auch. Und ja, ich war zuerst ein wenig schockiert als er, sobald ich das erste Mal wieder in seinem Auto saß, sofort in die Rolle von Katharinas Vater schlüpfte und mich nach meinen Noten fragte. Nahm es allerdings so hin. Weil es kribbelte. Weil es mich erregte, dass es ihn erregte. Weil es sich anfühlte, als würden wir mit jedem neuen Szenario neue Grenzen überschreiten.

Also nahm ich hin, dass ich mich vor seinen Augen bis zum Anschlag auf den Knauf seiner Autoschaltung setzen musste, während er mein Gesicht auf seinen Schwanz presste, weil ich in Mathematik mal wieder eine vier hatte.

Nahm hin, dass er mir im Flur stundenlang den Po versohlte und härter zuschlug, wenn ich auswendig gelernte Vokabeln nicht schnell genug aufsagen konnte.

Nahm hin, dass er mir beim Bodenturnen bei jeder versauten Figur den Daumen in den Anus drückte und mir mit Analsex drohte, wenn ich es beim nächsten Mal nicht schaffen würde.

Nahm hin, dass er mir in einem fremden Café lautstark eine Vater-Tochter-Szene machte, bei der ich gespielt weinte, nur um mich dann im Auto dafür zu bestrafen, dass ich mich schon wieder heimlich von Zuhause weggeschlichen habe.

Nahm hin, dass er mir in seinem Treppenhaus auflauerte und mich dort auf den Treppen fingerte, während ich ‘Papa’ stöhnen sollte und er mich dabei darüber belehrte, was passieren würde, wenn ich einen weiteren Verweis von der Schule mit nach Hause brächte.

Bei vielen dieser Szenarien fingen wir von vorn an. Taten so, als wäre von all dem noch niemals nie irgendetwas in dieser Art passiert. Taten so, als wären wir bis dato nur Vater und Tochter gewesen und als wäre das, was er da tat, das erste Mal etwas Sexuelles. Etwas, was völlig aus dieser Vater-Tochter-Rolle hinausfiel. Es machte ihn schier wahnsinnig. Jedes neues Szenario schien er schon abertausende Male im Kopf durchgegangen zu sein. Jedes Treffen war gefüllt mit Dingen, die er tun wollte. Und bei jedem Mal sollte ich die ungläubige Tochter spielen, die nicht glauben kann, was da passiert. Die sich wehrt. Hin und wieder bettelt, er möge es nicht tun. Die aber insgeheim Gefallen daran findet.

Alles daran kam mir falsch und hin und wieder ekelhaft vor, aber genau deswegen kribbelte es. Es war aufregend, vor allem, als Maik anfing, vorzuschlagen, das Rollenspiel in der Öffentlichkeit zu beginnen, um es realistischer zu gestalten. Und natürlich waren wir vorsichtig. Fuhren dafür in unbekannte Stadtteile. Passten auf, dass uns niemand Starzbet Giriş kannte. Als Maik an einer Tankstelle ein einziges Mal tatsächlich jemanden traf, den er kannte, aber schon länger nicht mehr gesehen hatte, stellte er mich tatsächlich als seine Tochter vor. Später gestand er, dass er noch nie so große Angst vor seinen Fantasien und dem Ausleben und davor hatte, erkannt zu werden, wie gerade eben und danach vögelte er mich stundenlang so rasend und leidenschaftlich, wie nie zuvor.

Ich nahm hin, dass er mich fürs Klauen mit hartem Sex von hinten bestrafte und mir dabei die „geklaute Deoflasche” in Zeitlupe mit Gleitgel in den Anus drücke, während er immer wieder wissen wollte, ob ich jemals wieder klauen würde.

Ich nahm hin, dass er mich an einem FKK-Strand mit Hilfe von Sonnencreme in einer innigen Umarmung langsam und leidenschaftlich fistete, grob bedeckt von einem Handtuch, während gleich mehrere Rentnerpaare in unserer Umgebung lagen und definitiv viel zu viel sehen konnten, während er mir Fragen zu imaginären Lehrern und Mitschülern stellte.

Bei all dem war ich nicht mehr ich. Ich war Katharina, seine Tochter, die für Ungehorsamkeit bestraft wurde. Und ich war auch Katharina, seine Tochter, die ein krankes, aber doch schon inniges Verhältnis zu ihrem Vater hatte, und die regelmäßig lautstark, spritzend und zuckend kam Ich kam auf meine Kosten, keine Frage, und jedes neue Spiel hatte Risiken und Neuheiten, so dass es nicht langweilig wurde. Es kribbelte immer wieder aufs Neue. Fühlte sich immer und immer wieder erneut verboten an.

War aber natürlich, trotz neuen Szenarien, letzten Endes nichts mehr Neues.

Aber darum geht es mir hier, in diesem Teil der Geschichte, natürlich nicht. Noch nicht. Nein, eigentlich ging es mir nur darum, irgendwann und irgendwo einmal Falk anzutreffen und ihn dazu zu bekommen, mich zu vögeln. Je riskanter die Situation, desto besser würde es werden. Desto intensiver würde es kribbeln. Also ließ ich Maik in mir kribbeln, während ich ein Verhältnis zu Thomas, seinem Bruder Falk, dessen Verlobte und auch dem Rest der Familie aufbaute.

Immer wieder versuchte ich dabei, in irgendeiner Art und Weise mit Falk zu flirten. Nicht aggressiv, nur unterschwellig. Wenn niemand in der Nähe war. Und er ging darauf ein. Etwas, woran ich schon sehr früh festmachen konnte, dass ich ihn haben würde, irgendwann. Ich versuchte, Haut zu zeigen, wenn er dabei war. Versuchte, ihm zu zeigen, wie klein ich im Gegensatz zu ihm und sogar zu seiner recht hochgewachsenen Verlobten war. Monatelang arbeitete ich darauf hinaus, dass ich ihn im richtigen Moment verführen könnte. Monatelang erdachte ich mit im Kopf ein ‘Finale’ dieser ganzen Sache, welches sich jahrelang phänomenal in meinen Erinnerungen einnisten würde.

Und natürlich kam dieses ‘Finale’ irgendwann zustande. Auf einer Familienfeier, eher ungeplant. Es floss Alkohol, aber ich war prinzipiell kein Freund von großen Mengen davon, weswegen Starzbet Yeni Giriş ich nüchtern und bereit blieb, mit Falk zu flirten. Dass er selbst den ersten Schritt machen würde, überraschte mich. Anfangs positiv — später negativ. Ein ‘Finale’, ohne wirklich darum zu kämpfen, erschien mir am Ende dann doch zu langweilig. Zu ungezwungen. Zu natürlich. Es fiel mir sozusagen ganz von alleine in den Schoss und das war irgendwie nicht das, was ich erwartet hatte. Nicht einfach so. Nicht so einfach.

Wir trieben es auf der Frauentoilette. Oder besser gesagt: Er versuchte, es mit mir zu treiben und stellte sich dabei, groß und tollpatschig-betrunken wie er war, kein bisschen gut dabei an. Und als er gekommen war — schnell und absolut unspektakulär — wurde er hektisch, zog sich wieder an und verließ den Ort des Geschehens. Ließ mich allein nach einer schlechten Nummer auf einer fremden Frauentoilette zurück. Und in mir breitete sich Enttäuschung aus. Keine Scham, kein schlechtes Gewissen. Kein Null. Nur Enttäuschung des fehlenden Kribbelns wegen. Nur Enttäuschung ob dieser verpassten Chance. Enttäuschung über all die letzten Monate, die ich auf dieses Szenario hinaus gearbeitet und anscheinend extrem Zeit verschwendet habe.

Nichts davon hat gekribbelt. Und natürlich laufen manche Dinge schlicht nicht so, wie man sie sich vorgestellt hat. Denn in meiner Vorstellung hat uns Falks Verlobte gleich mehrere Minuten lang in der Damentoilette belauscht. Hat ihren Bruder Thomas dazu geholt, der ebenfalls Minutenlang in der Damentoilette steht und zuhört. In meiner Vorstellung hat einer von beiden laut wissen wollen, was genau wir beide da treiben. Oder Thomas hat den simplen Drehverschluss der Tür geöffnet, um sie aufzureißen und uns beide direkt dabei zu ertappen. Oder Thomas Mutter hat laut nach ihrer gesamten Familie gerufen und…

In meiner Vorstellung sehe ich die großen, geschockten Kulleraugen von Falks Verlobten. Sehe Thomas’ ungläubigen Blick, als er vom riesigen Geschlechtsteil seines Bruders, welches in mich hinein donnert,nach oben zu mir aufschaut. Und ich sehe auch Falks von sich selbst schockierten Gesichtsausdruck genau vor mir. Sehe den Ausdruck von Thomas’ Mutter vor mir, als sie uns beide erkennt und welcher Verrat da gerade an ihrer Familie begangen wird. Durch lediglich zwei kopulierende, nackte Körper.

Falks Schwanz war tatsächlich ziemlich groß. Aber bei einer ungelenken, schlechten Nummer im Stehen ist das nicht nur zweit-, sondern sogar letztrangig. Falk ignorierte mich ab diesem Zeitpunkt. Und ich? Ich war enttäuscht und trennte mich kurz danach von Thomas. Dachte mir irgendeine „Du hast keine Schuld!”-Argumentation aus, die alles sang- und klanglos, vor allem aber schnell beendete.

Nicht nur das: Ich haderte auch mit mir selbst und der Tatsache, dass ich eine Beziehung geführt habe — zu einem Mann inklusive seiner gesamten Familie — die darauf hinaus lief, dass ich ein einmaliges, sexuelles Erlebnis habe, welches sich mein Leben lang wird schwer wiederholen lassen würde. Ich fragte mich, ob ich krank sei. Ob Maik mich durch seine Neigungen zu einem Menschen machte, dem normale Dinge nicht mehr reichen würden. Und ob ich das mit Maik nicht doch lieber sollte sein lassen.

Jodie’s Slaves Part Three

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Chapter 5

Secret world, Girl kisses, Julie’s first step, Two birds one stone

Jodi

I looked at the beautiful bed Barb had put in my room. It was heavy and beautiful with thick carved wood posts and an arching metal framework tying them all together overhead. It needed curtains…sheer, floaty fabric to fall from the center ring over the posts and puddle on the floor.

I was going to kill two birds with one stone today. I had been watching Julie for a couple of weeks now. It was time to begin bringing her into our little game. She was ready. She was fascinated by me, had even tried to imitate my look and speech on occasions. It was truly adorable. I would work her in slowly and the first step was getting this bed just the way I wanted it!

Julie came out of her room and I called to her from the doorway.

“Julie! Come here.” She practically skipped down the hall toward me, smiling happily to have been noticed. I put my arm around her shoulders and turned her to look at the bed.

“Wouldn’t that be stunning with fabric draped over the frame?!” I asked excitedly, “So elegant, like a movie set or something! Want to help me shop for the perfect fabric today?”

“Sure! Right now?” she asked. I bumped her with my hip and slid my hand from her shoulder down her back, pulling her closer once I reached her waist.

“No, goofy! After breakfast. Like your Mom would let us skip that!” We laughed together as we turned to the stairs. I stopped her before we reached the kitchen, touching her collar very lightly when she turned to face me.

“You look really nice today, Julie,” I said quietly, tucking her hair behind her ear. I looked away quickly, as though I was embarrassed and dropped my hand. “I mean…um…that is a good color on you!” I took her hand and pulled her through the kitchen door before she could speak or even think of what she might say.

Barb turned when we came into the kitchen, taking note of our closeness. I tugged Julie over to her and we hugged her together, one on each side.

“Mom! What’s for breakfast?” We said together…it was a good guess on my part, Julie usually says that. Of course, I tugged on Barb’s nipple with my free hand where Julie couldn’t see and made sure my knee ended up between her thighs. My toy was learning! She hugged us back and then tapped our heads.

“Nothing if you don’t get off me and go sit down!” she answered, sounding almost normal. Julie pulled away first, but I hesitated just a second more to give that beautiful nipple one last twist.

Julie smiled at me as I sat beside her.

“Are you going to ask her?” I whispered, but loudly enough for Barb to hear us. She put the plate of pancakes on the table and looked at me quizzically. Julie shrank back a little.

“No! You ask..” I gave her a fake exasperated look and sighed heavily.

“Fine! Barb, can Julie and I take the car to go shopping? We want to make curtains for that fabulous bed you gave me. Please?” I asked.

“Oh, sure, I mean the barn work is not actually part of your job here anyway…” her voice trailed off. Was she disappointed? How sweet!

“No, but I love it!” I assured her, “Maybe when we get back you can show me those new knots again. I don’t think I quite got them right last time.” Actually, I was the one better with knots these days. I had been reading up on shibari and practicing on the bedposts. Barb knew that. It was just a way to tell her she was not off the hook quite yet.

“Okay, well, eat up, you two! Shopping is hungry work…”

After breakfast Barb waved us away saying she had the dishes and we should go and have fun. Julie ran upstairs to grab her jacket while Barb rummaged for her keys. The second I heard Julie’s feet hit the stairs, I grabbed Barb, pinning her to the fridge and kissing her. Reaching under her skirt and slipping my fingers into her panties I slid my finger into her pussy rubbing gently but firmly. Time was short.

“You did beautifully, Pet! Acting like your old self. I am very pleased with you,” I whispered, pinching her clit just hard enough. I kissed her again quickly and squeezed her left nipple as I pushed three fingers inside of her, rubbing vigorously.

Stifling her moans and cries she came, violently, but silently and I kissed her one last time before grabbing the keys just as Julie could be heard on the stairs.

“Don’t forget the cameras,” I whispered to her, “I won’t always remind you, but you have been a good girl this morning.” I raised my voice slightly.

“The pancakes were yummy, Barb. Thank you for letting us take the car!” Then I ran out to intercept Julie in the hallway. Her Mom was in no shape to greet her daughter right now.

Barb

Watching all that porn last night had me on edge already when Jodi and Julie came bouncing into the kitchen. After Bill went to sleep I was up doing what Jodie wanted. A list of stories to read and videos to watch were links on a message. Each page I opened was more sexy and taboo than the next. Illustrated comics of women as slaves to young girls, slaves to their daughters. Women in hard bondage whipped and fucked by lesbain Mistresses. Long minutes of shocking exciting words and images flooded my seat as I sat at my desk in the dark cumming more than once.

When the girls group hugged me I lost it mentally but managed to keep up the mom cooking breakfast facade. It took Jodi less than ten seconds to send me into a spiral of submissive desire and incredible humiliation in front of my step daughter to make it even more taboo than it was in the privacy of the barn. I maintained it as best I could. The nipple pinching, the secrets hidden in her words, the looks and whispers. My pussy was in need from the moment they walked in and when Julie left my knees weakened. There was no resistance left, only need. Need to please Jodie, so she will make me feel. Make me alive.

Jodi

Julie chatted all the way to the mall about my room and what the curtains will do for it. I know she is only a year younger than me, but she is still such a child in so many ways. She talked about purple fabric or, God forbid!, rainbow colored!

When we got to the fabric store and found a gorgeous cream chiffon that would suit perfectly. A sturdier fabric in the same tan as the bedspread would make lovely tiebacks. She was disappointed in the more subdued colors, but I would show her. It was going to be much better this way.

Back at the house, Julie led me to the basement. It was finished and as tastefully as the rest of the house. It was also quite large and had been subdivided for activities. The main section was clearly a family/game area, but one large space off to the side was set up with a worktable and ft supplies, including an expensive Singer sewing machine.

I had taken home ec in school, but this machine was over the top. It could do all sorts of things I didn’t even know a sewing machine could do! It would even embroider all by itself. Julie set it up for me and we hemmed the sheer panels. They would be looped and tied in place, so no other modifications were necessary. The ties were the work of minutes and we trooped up the stairs, arms laden with trailing fabric.

I was just barely tall enough to reach the center ring of the metal framework when I stood on the bed. Julie fed me the fabric and I looped it over until the entire frame was covered in the gossamer fabric and closing the entire bed like it was it’s own room.

“Now, here is why I wanted this color!” I took Julie and placed her at the foot of the bed. I made her put her hands on the posts.

“Now cock your hip out. Okay, head down more. And pout!” I took her picture, showing it to her on the screen.

“Even in jeans I look classy!” she cried, smiling fit to burst.

“Exactly, and this color won’t clash with anything you wear, here…” I took one of my new dresses out of the closet and thrust it at her. “Put this on!”

“Your clothes won’t fit me!” she protested.

“I know,” I winked at her, “But put it on anyway.” It was the spaghetti strap dress and it kept falling off her shoulders. I arranged it so that one strap stayed on while the other slid precariously off the other shoulder. Only her pert nipple kept the dress in place. I took more pictures before reaching to adjust the dress, brushing her breast in the process.

“Oh, I am sorry!” I said, jerking back, “I was just trying to…nevermind…” I turned away and put the camera on the table.

“Jodi?” she asked hesitantly, “Um…do you…like…girls?”

“Yeah,” I said, not turning around, “But I was not trying to hit on you or anything! Please don’t tell your parents!”

“They won’t care, you know, they are not like that, but I would never tell. Your secret is safe,” she assured me. I fingered the camera on the table.

“I was going to take some more pictures, but now…” I shrugged.

“Jodi! It’s fine! Take them!”

“No. You will think I am trying to…but I am not! I just thought you would be so beautiful!”

“What kind of pictures?” she asked. I turned.

“Lingerie pictures. Like in the bed. With the curtains up and the lighting just right they would have been real art pieces! Not slutty or anything…” I said. I watched her eyes light with interest and her cute nipples tented the forgotten dress as she thought about it.

“Let’s do it!” She grabbed my arms. I let her persuade me and opened my dresser drawer, pulling out one of the few pieces of lingerie I had that would fit her. It was a lace teddy and the slack in the bodice would look more like artful draping if I played it right. She changed and I let her catch me looking once or twice. She was excited by that, I could tell.

“Get on the bed,” I instructed and she climbed up. I positioned her in a sultry pose and snapped some shots before moving her again. After a while, she insisted I join her so I changed too and let her take some shots. Soon we were both lying on the bed, camera forgotten and the new draperies shutting out the whole world. We were laughing at nothing and rolling around when Julie got serious all of a sudden.

“Jodi…is it different, kissing girls?” she asked.

“Different from what?”

“From kissing boys, dummy!” she chirped, pinching my arm.

“Hey!” I protested, rubbing my arm. I pretended to think for a while. “It is different, I guess…I only had bad experiences with men, though, so…maybe I am not the one to ask…Are you….do you think you might be interested in girls?”

“Maybe,” she blushed red and tucked her head.

“Hey! You don’t have to be embarrassed around me…I like girls, duh!”

“Jodi,” she hesitated, “would you…kiss me? Just so I can…”

“Compare?” I finished for her. She nodded and I pushed her back onto the bed, smoothing her hair back and touching her face lightly. I leaned in and touched our lips together lightly before running my tongue over her lips. She opened immediately, eagerly and I deepened the kiss while settling my hand on her waist and running it up…not close enough to scare her, but just to the underside of her breast so she anticipated me touching her there, but never actually got as far as feeling it.

Julie

Back in my room after kissing Jodi, I was so hot my fingers were between my legs as soon as I hit the bed! The whole day was so fun. She is so funny and yet so serious at times. She is so hot and so sexy…omg!

The kissing in that big bed was dreamy beyond belief.

As I rubbed my pussy and started teasing my clit I thought about what we had done and I was feeling . Was I falling in love? Was it the excitement of sex?

What she was saying about bad experiences with men had melted my heart a little. I hated to imagine them being bad to her. I wanted to kiss and make her feel better to be kissed by someone who really cared for her. I had been thinking all day. What if I wanted this to happen? Maybe part of me wanted this to happen when I invited Jodi to live with us. I had practically seduced her. I was afraid I had gone too far and almost backed out but on that bed with her I knew I wanted to go for it. To kiss a girl. To kiss Jodie’s perfect lips.

The pictures she had taken had me feeling incredibly sexy. That bed and room and how I looked hot in her little dress that was sometimes just just half on me. Fuck it was so exciting for her to see me like and take pictures of me posing so sexy. I wanted to look sexy in her eyes. She is so so hot ! My mind flashed images of her on the bed as she posed for me. Starzbet The looks on her face. The curves of her body. The warm confidence she carries. The way I could imagine a big sister would be. Better than a big sister, an older girlfriend. I wanted to be her girl.

My orgasm neared as my fingers worked my pussy. Images of Jodi nakes as we kissed on that big bed under the cover of the drapes, our secret word of kissing and love and touching, sucking, licking, kissing. Hands and fingers exploring….I erupted into the best and longest orgasm of my life.

When I recovered, I realized I was also late for gymnastics.. Damn it! I jumped up, forcing my weakened knees to do their job and showered as quickly as I could before calling a distracted goodbye to anyone in the house and running out the door.

Barb

As soon as Julie left, Jodie said she had something to show me in her bedroom. I knew she and Julie had made some drapes for the bed. They were really proud of themselves and I could hardly wait to see it.

We were alone in the house, so Jodi made me strip in the kitchen and blindfolded me with a dish towel and the sash to my robe. She had tied it around my eyes and then down to my neck, looping it forward so she could use the trailing end as a leash, of sorts.

It was intimidating being led, blindfolded and naked through my own house. The carpet under my feet told me we had entered the living room. Jodi turned me slightly.

“The camera, Barb, it is right in front of you, what do you do?” she said, her tone playful, but firm. I was expected to perform. Before I could second guess myself, I reached up and took my own nipples between my fingers, twisting them savagely until I cried out in pain. “Good girl.”

She tugged again on the leash and I followed obediently. She led me carefully up the stairs. My whole body was tense with anticipation and fear that Julie would have forgotten her leotard or Bill would suddenly decide to come home for lunch.

She stopped me in front of what had to be her door…we had turned right at the top of the stairs. It was the only room in this direction.

“Wait here,” she ordered. I heard a scraping sound and smelled sulfur. Was she lighting candles? After a few moments, she stood in front of me again.

“Okay, Toy, open your eyes,” I obeyed, but discovered I was not looking at the room. Jodi had the laptop in front of my eyes and all I could see was Julie, posing seductively at the foot of the bed in a dress…Jodi’s dress…that was all but falling off her! She looked sultry and innocent all at the same time. The laptop was closed before I could look at my fill and I saw the bed finished for the first time. The drapes cascaded from the top ring, over the posts to puddle on the floor. The far side and the bottom of the bed were covered, but the drapes on the nearer side were pulled back with tasteful ties. Candles stood on every available surface and the light shined through the sheer fabric, making the bed itself seem to be glowing.

“Jodi, it’s fantastic.” was all I could think to say for a moment. What could I say about Julie posing for sexy pics? She was now 18 and nothing wrong with looking sexy. I wanted to protest but had no grounds and did not want to ruin the moment.

“Mistress Jodi!” she corrected, her voice suddenly hard as glass and her eyes striking sparks reflected from the candles.

“Yes…yes . I’m sorry Mistress Jodi . I should know by now.”

She reached down and pinched my clit, drawing me up to my toes.

“Yes, you should! You had been doing so well, slut!” she said, disappointment heavy in her voice.

“I know, Mistress. I am sorry Mistress. I think the picture of Julie threw me. I know it’s not for me to say what either of you do but it was a little …shocking.”

“You are right about that! And do you want to know what else? She asked me to take them. And more….I have more pictures on this laptop even sexier than the one you saw. Do you want to see them? Do you want to know what else we did?” she asked, her lips right up against my ear.

My heart was in my chest! I was torn but the answer came quickly. There was no use in lying.

“ Yes, Mistress, if you will allow it.”

“I wont! Get on the bed you greedy fucking whore!” she shoved me toward the gorgeously appointed bed and I stumbled, but managed to reach it without falling. I climbed up quickly and sat, looking at my knees and awaiting further instructions. She loved to tease…maybe if I was very good she would change her mind…

Jodi tossed an assortment of her ropes on the bed. She had been into ropes a lot lately. I knew I would soon be helpless in them. She had me kneel facing the headboard under the ring the drapes hung from. Getting behind me she tied my wrists then my elbows with separate ropes and used a third rope to pull my arms up behind my back straight out behind me making me bend forward to help alleviate the strain on my shoulders.

Then she surprised me by turning my head back so she could kiss me deeply for several minutes. Her fingers again found my nipples and rolled them, tugging and fondling until they were hard and sensitive..

“You kiss better than Julie, but she is a fast learner.” My whole body reacted to that! A gasp escaped my lips, but Jodi just smiled and continued tying.

A few minutes of wrapping, tugging and tying and my chest was criss crossed with a neat harness. It was tighter than she had ever tied me before. It was impossible to take a deep breath. My tits were well rounded and tight. I could only take shallow breaths, it was so tight.

“Hard to breathe, Bitch? Julie was panting like a dog when I touched her breast to fix that dress juuuuust right. You should have seen her, Toy, face all pink from embarrassment, trying not to let me see how much she wanted me to touch her more…delicious!” She gave the rope one more tug and picked up the next piece.

I was devastated. I almost felt like crying but didn’t really know why. Was it jealousy or fear for Julie? The pictures…. the kissing, I could only guess how far it went. I wanted to know but knew I could not ask. Panting from the strain and tightness of ropes made me lightheaded.

Jodi

My words, even more than the rope, were getting to her. I could see it in her face. Her distress was beautiful and I let her stew in it for a while, tying knots in the rope in my hand before threading it through her legs, being very careful to position the knot right over her clit before tightening it up to opposite corner bedposts. She gasped as the coarse rope dug into the one place in a woman’s body that had more nerves than anywhere else. I grinned at her and added another rope, pulling it so she was bent forward. She could now see nothing but the bed in front of her. I stopped…had to stop and take some pictures. This vision was too beautiful not to preserve. Then I picked up the laptop again, opening it and setting the screen to slideshow view of my and Julie’s photo session. I put it down within her vision and hit the button.

Julie had no idea how many cameras were on her when she was in here. I had video playing, as well. The hottest ones were from the nanny cam that showed her adorable face biting her lip in passion as her breath sped up and her hands spasmed a little when my hand was all but cupping her sweet tiny tit. I even had a video of that looping with the pictures. There were some great panty shots too.

Poor Julie, she had only allowed herself to show so much because I had my back turned and she thought I would never know. Barb jerked in her bondage with every new picture that came scrolling across the screen and the knot between her legs rubbed her clit with bruising pressure.

“Julie begged me to kiss her, Toy. Please, Jodi,” I raised my pitch to my Julie voice as I said the words, “I just want to know kissing a girl. Please Kiss me.” I returned to my normal voice. “How could I refuse?”

I laid down beside the laptop and pulled my shirt up on one side. I touched my stomach and ran my fingers gently up to just beneath my breasts, as I had for Julie.

“Just like that, I touched her, while teaching her to kiss. She is such a delicate flower. I was very gentle with her, Toy, you need not worry about that score. But I left her longing for me. You want her, Barb? You want her very badly don’t you slut? She will be coming to my bed and you won’t even know when unless I decide to tell you,” I said, jerking on the rope that was attached to her clamped nipples. She stiffened in pain, which caused the crotch rope to dig in. Pain on top of pain. “I am going to suck that sweet innocent pussy until your precious, darling daughter screams in ecstasy. What do you think of that, slut?”

“Jodi ..ahhh! oww … Jodi pleasee …I cant want her that way…. Not want her like that. Please just dont hurt her like this is all I beg pleaseee ….owwww please be kind to her,” Toy gasped out and begged. But of course that only spurred me on.

“After I kissed her, touched her…” I ran the shots of us on the bed together as I spoke, “She left and went to her room. Did you know I gave her a stuffed animal, too? This is what happened next.” I hit the button and the nanny cam video of Julie stroking her pussy and fondling her own breasts. Together, we watched her hips lift as she neared orgasm and there was no mistaking that it was my name on her lips as she came hard.

I pushed the laptop aside and knelt before my slave. I jerked her head up, which had to be uncomfortable with the ropes dragging her down. I kissed her deeply and despite her distress that I had not answered her pleading, she kissed me back, need and desperation coloring her every movement. I trailed my fingers along the rope harness until I got to her pussy, but bypassed it and the feathered light touching down her thighs to her knees. I left my hand there as I whispered into her ear.

“I can want her that way. And there will be nothing you can do to stop me if I wish to do anything I like to her…even this!” I drew my hand up sharply, slamming into the knot over her clit with the heel of my hand. She screamed and I stuck three fingers into her vagina, keeping pressure on the knot. “Cum for me slut! Cum now and maybe I will leave your precious girl alone!”

She jerked and spasmed on my fingers as her body reacted to pain and stimulation. She was going into overload, her skin red from her chest up, Gasping, rocking, the nipple clamps tugging at the cords holding them to the canopy frame.

What pleased me most was that she was trying to get her mantra right as she bucked and heaved out a scorching orgasm.

“I cum only at Mistress Jodi’s pleasure …I cum only at Mistress Jodi’s pleasure…” Over and over she gasped out the phrase until she was practically screaming it and my hand was coated with her wetness. She heaved in short gasps just on the verge of crying. I was glad I had one camera recording it. Fuck, it was so pitiful and so hot.

When she finally went still, exhausted and surrendering to the ropes, I took her down. It took a while to get her untied, but soon enough we were laying on the bed, her head on my chest as I stroked her hair and rubbed her shoulders gently. I gave her time to rest and recover, she even slept some, but I had not yet cum. She was eager enough to lick me to completion once she woke.

“Barb, you know I would never really hurt Julie, right? She is my best friend and so innocent. I prefer women like you. She could never give me what you do. But if she wants to experiment with her sexuality, I would rather it be with me. My first girlfriend turned out to be terrible. She did to me many of the things that I am doing to you, but I didn’t get pleasure that way, not after all of those men at home. I don’t want Julie to end up finding one of those for her first experiences. There are a lot of them out there. It took me a long time to finally get away from her.”

Her head lifted from my stomach, where she had ended up after making me cum. She crawled up my body and kissed me. It was the first time she had initiated such contact.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said. Oh, yes, she was coming along nicely!

Chapter 6

Twisting fates, Mom’s wants this…whatever it takes, Groomed into grooming

Julie

I was almost jealous of how cool Jodi’s bed was. She had the biggest room, too, with a separate sitting area and full bath. My friends and I had used this room for sleepovers before Jodi moved Starzbet Giriş in. I wasn’t mad, or anything, just a little jealous. It didn’t matter now, anyway, I guess, since I was spending so much time in here.

Mom’s room was at the other end of the hall, so I didn’t have to try and sneak past her to get to Jodi’s room at night. And I was coming here almost every night now. Jodi was so amazing! She tried to stay away from me after that first kiss, but I wouldn’t let her. I guess I seduced her, which was so awesome and made me feel so sexy. I kept catching her alone and touching her more than usual. I would mention how much I like the kiss we shared and how much I wanted to do it again…and more. She tried to resist me, but she couldn’t and when she finally gave in…wow!

She had pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. Her hand slid up my shirt and she finally touched my breast. It felt so amazing! But she had pulled away, probably thinking of Mom and getting kicked out if she ever found out, but I would never let that happen! I stripped off my shirt and bra and took her hand, putting it back on my breast.

“Please, Jodi! Nobody is home. Teach me how girls make love…” She couldn’t resist me after that and actually went to her knees! When her lips closed around my nipple I nearly cried out, it felt so good!

She had pulled off my panties and pushed me onto the bed.

“Julie? Are you sure?” she asked then. I just pulled her in for a kiss just like in the movies or something, it was so hot!

She kissed her way all the way down my body and when she reached my pussy I did shriek. I had never felt anything like that! I mean…Brad had put his hand down there once, but he was clumsy and rough. I had pretended to be scandalized and pushed him away. I made him apologize for days before I would make out with him again. That was fun.

But Jodi’s touch was not crude, not clumsy. She stroked me with her tongue! It was so soft and wet. She made me cum really quick and she even said it was okay if I didn’t want to do the same for her, but I did. She showed me how and I felt so sexy and powerful when she came.

I had been sneaking in here almost every night since. The only time I didn’t is when Mom and Dad stayed up late to watch a movie. I was afraid they would look in on me when they went to bed and freak out if they didn’t see me.

I know Jodi had sex toys locked in the trunk in her closet, but she refused to play with them with me. She said she was not going to be the one to take my virginity away. I told her I would go buy my own and do it myself, but she got really mad and said she would tell Mom. She insisted I stay a virgin. I think she felt guilty for “corrupting” me. She didn’t understand that I had seduced her. She would give in eventually, I was sure.

Last night was the best yet! She made me cum three times before we fell asleep. Now she was down in the barn with Mom. She said she couldn’t change her routine too much without making Mom suspicious. She was probably right.

I looked around the room. On the bedside table was a little book. It was one of those kid’s diaries, all rainbows and unicorns and a stupid lock that either never stays closed or pops open at the slightest touch. Why would Jodi have such a childish journal?

But I knew why…she didn’t have a lot when she came here. That silly journal was probably one of her prized possessions and that made me so sad!

I opened it. Mom would have yelled and even I felt a twinge of shame, but it was like I couldn’t help myself. I flipped quickly to the last few written pages. I saw an entry dated just a few days ago!

I feel so guilty even writing this. Barb has been so good to me, giving me a home and a purpose, but I am worried about Julie. Barb is always talking about her, how pretty she is, how hot she looks and all the boys and even some of the girls must be watching her all day at school…It kind of creeps me out. That’s a lie…what kind of a sap lies to her own diary? I wish it was me she was looking at like that! I know it is probably my past corrupting my perceptions, but it doesn’t look like just a proud Mom to me…I don’t know what to do especially after what I saw later! Yesterday she was in her bedroom on her belly on her bed facing away from the door. It was slightly opened so I didn’t see a need to knock and gently pushed it and entered. The lush carpet hid my footsteps and soft music playing hid my approach. Halfway to her bed I was able to see the screen and realized I caught her watching some kind of kinky porn! It was two women, one older and one younger,like a lot younger! I got a really good look, and it was pretty extreme with the young one tying the older one up. But the worst of it is…I think Barb had a pair of Julie’s panties! I mean, that’s sick, right? They had to be Julie’s. But who would sniff her own panites looking at porn? Even though I know that can’t be normal, but can’t say anything. What if Barb throws me out? No way can I say anything about this to Julie. I learned long ago to keep my head down and mouth shut. Julie is on her own with this one unless she really needs me. I hate being such a coward about this! Julie is so sweet and I feel so bad that I am taking advantage of her, but she was tempting me so much! I had to have a taste. But I can’t tell her about her Mom…especially since I want her too!

I shut the book, replacing it exactly where I found it. For a second I just sat, stunned, then I was up like a rocket and racing to Mom’s room. It didn’t take long…I found my panties in her bedside table drawer. They were crumpled and slightly damp. What had she been doing with them?

I snatched up her laptop and returned to my room, thinking about Jodi the whole time. She had a crush on Mom, too! I suppose I should be hurt or jealous or something like that, but I wasn’t. I felt so bad for seducing Jodi…I think I made it harder on her.

I opened the laptop. Mom is very careless about security. Her password is always one of the horses’ names. A few tries got me in and I first checked her search history.

Porn! And such porn! It was only women, but looked nothing like what Jodi had shown me. Older women were tied up…painfully, by the look of it…and being beaten! Is…is that what Mom liked? What she wanted?

I slammed the laptop closed, but the images stayed in my mind. I could not help but imagine myself standing over her, whip in hand. I was horrified to discover I was wet! I loved my mom so much…why did the thought of whipping her tits have my hand reaching for my pussy? I fingered myself, seeing Mom, tears streaming down her face, pleading with me. I came the second I realized that in this fantasy, Jodi was behind me, hands on my shoulders saying, “Harder!”

Barb

I was looking forward to a movie with the girls. Jodi told me she had ***********ed one we would all like. She would have wine coolers and blankets on the couch floor set up for us to relax and enjoy a nice afternoon. Julie had just started wine coolers and safe at home was the place to have them.

It wasn’t until mid morning after a normal time working with the horses with Julie when Jodi had a moment alone with me and said “ Toy, I come up to your room after lunch to get you ready for movie time. “

She noticed my change of demeanor and smirked “ You didn’t think this was just a move did you, slave? “

I felt the shift. Toy was always near the surface now.

“I never know how things will go now Mistress Jodi. I will be there.“

We didn’t have much time after lunch with the length of the movie and Bill getting home so Jodi wasted no time in telling me what I was to do. As she handed me things and had me follow her instructions she took pictures with my webcam as I stood in front of it. First was the butt plug held up in my hand. Then a series of pictures for each step as she inserted a small remote vibe that she had spliced a much longer thin cord to. Then a simple crotch tie holding them in but still left my clit available cradled between to snug cords. That was followed by a very snug but wearable chest harness and breast binding. Last, I put on my long green nightgown and over that my fluffy red winter housecoat.

Holding each item up to the cam before putting them in my robe pocket, a tube of Bengay, nipple clamps and 4 wood clothes pins.

She gave me a post-it note with simple instructions to follow the pattern of her turning off and on and off and on the vibe for when to use each item and how.

Getting all set for the movie Jodi took charge as we took our places she had readied for us. Me and Julie on opposite ends of the couch with separate blankets. She would be on a blanket spread in front of us and her own cover and pillows. A very nice set up to watch movies with the drapes pulled and house nice and cool. Last minute Jodi sent Julie in the kitchen to get our wine coolers and took that time to unroll the long cord to the little vibe and ran it under the bottom blanket to be under her pillow.

“ Follow your instructions Toy” she hissed and gave my face a mild slap then kissed me sensually until she heard Julie approaching and took her place on the blanket.

Jodi

I arranged myself on the blanket in front of the TV. I had sent Julie to the kitchen for this very reason. I wanted her on the couch next to her mom. I had chosen the movie tonight carefully. It was a story of an ex gymnast…which Julie would like…who discovers a new lease on life when she begins to learn Aerial silk. She also slowly realizes she is a lesbian and leaves her husband for the woman she has been practicing with…a much younger woman. The movie was perfect for us and I found it hard to keep my composure as I loaded it up.

Barb was already tight as a bowstring from the instructions I had given her and the instruments deep within her body already. She was worried about the vibe, I knew, but it was nearly silent. Even leaning against her, Julie would not notice a thing.

Julie returned with the wine coolers and we started the movie. When the intro and beginning was over and the protagonist was doing a nostalgic gymnastic routine on the balance beam, I turned on the vibe. Barb inhaled sharply.

“You okay, Mom?” Julie asked.

“Yes, of course. I only wish I was so flexible,” Barb said.

“Right?! It will take me a few years before I could stick that dismount,” Julie agreed. I turned up the vibe. Barb gasped again. I paused the movie.

“You know what we need? Popcorn!” I announced.

“Oh! Yeah! I will get it!” Julie jumped up and headed for the kitchen. I turned to Barb.

“First step, slut!” I reminded her of the paper in her pocket. She took out the ben gay and opened it. As I watched, she spread it along her inner lips and over her pussy and clit. I gave her some baby wipes I had stashed under the couch to clean her hands and laid back down as Julie returned to the couch, huge bowl of popcorn in her hands.

Julie

There was a strange feeling in the room when I came back with the popcorn. And the smell of ben gay.

“Mom? Have you pulled your shoulder again?” I wondered.

“No. Just some aches and pains from too much lifting in the barn.” She smiled and I moved closer to her on the couch, leaning against her and sharing the popcorn as Jodi started the movie again. In spite of everything I had learned today, she was still Mom. And I wanted to comfort her.

Jodi turned, kicking off the blanket that covered her and took a handful of popcorn.

“Thanks, Julie,” she said and her look went right through me. I realized she had never been part of something like this before. She lay back down, but forgot to replace the blanket. Her lace panties were clearly visible under her tee shirt, barely covering her ass. I remembered touching her there the last time we were together and felt my nipples harden.

Barb

Jodi was playing with me. She was playing with us both. I knew it, even if Julie didn’t. Julie still thought she was her best friend…and maybe it was true. She was still playing with us both. But it was working. I couldn’t help staring at her lace covered ass as the women on the screen writhed together in cocoons of silk. The ben gay burned into my flesh and made my arousal almost unbearable. Hiding it was even worse…and I knew Jodi was not finished.

When the protagonist of the movie actually kissed her love interest, I was so worked up that my breath actually stopped in Starzbet Güncel Giriş my throat. At that moment the vibe stopped and started. Step 2 was clamping my nipples under the blanket. I fluffed it up when I pulled up my knees to make a tent over my chest. First then left one. The new clamps were not adjustable and I nearly cried out but managed to cover it with a little coughing sound. I was more ready for the right one but it hurt no less knowing what was coming.

The movie played on as we were all mesmerized by the talent and acting and almost surreal sexuality of the women in love. Soon after that came the last off and on cycle telling me to put two clothes pins on each labia. I did it with shaking hands as I stared at the screen as if in a trance and doing it by feel and sheer will to not let Julie feel me shaking on the couch.

Then in a slight lull near the end of the movie Jodi turned to look at Julie. “Hey sweetie, come lay here with me to catch the end.”

Jodi

Julie scrambled off the couch and settled next to me on the blanket. In the guise of grabbing popcorn and making sure she had her drink, I managed to pull up her shirt so her panties were also visible to Barb behind us. I put my arm around her and curled my leg under hers so we were intertwined. Then I turned the vibe up full blast.

The tiniest whimper escaped Barb. I distracted Julie while commenting on the end of the movie.

“I love the way, instead of just walking the white line to prove she was not driving drunk, she did a whole balance beam routine! So hot! And even the cop in the movie was impressed! I think she was right to follow her love, no matter where that took her, don’t you?”

Behind us, I knew Barb was having an explosive orgasm. I could tell by the tension in the air. She was too still, too quiet, and I smiled to myself, knowing I had been the cause.

“Could you do that? Just walk away from everything you have to follow your dream?” Julie asked.

“Everything? For a dream? No. But I would abandon anything to be with someone I love.” Julie hugged me and got up, taking the empty popcorn bowl to the kitchen and I half turned, staring at Barb. Then I rolled over fully and spread my legs wide, letting her see the darkness of my panties that told her I was as turned on as she was by our little tableau. Knowing little julie flows like a stream when turned on leaving huge wet spots on the sheets, I looked down where she had been lying and ran my finger across the wet spot as I rubbed the wet spot on mine. Then back up to Toy’s eyes and stared into them and said, “Sweet Julie is so mine!”

Barb told us to get to bed and she would clean up the living room. I know she could not get up with all of her paraphernalia on without drawing attention so I grabbed Julie and made an exit. I watched Julie as we went up the stairs together. She had something on her mind, but I spoke first.

“I know that I like girls…but I don’t think I was the only one turned on by that movie.”

“Well, duh! I guess I have shown you I like girls too!” she answered. But she wouldn’t look at me.

“No, Julie…um…I meant…” Understanding filled her face.

“You mean Mom? I didn’t think you noticed that!” she whispered. I gave her a look that could only mean she was stupid.

“I have been a lesbian a lot longer than you, Julie! There is no way I could have missed it! Come on!” I knew she tried not to come to my room while either parent was still up, but Barb was not about to get in my way tonight. She had her own problems.

In my room with the door closed, she suddenly became animated.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked. I nodded.

“Jodi, I’ve seen some stuff. Mom has been acting so strange and I snooped on her computer… Jodi mom is into some kinky shit! Like bondage and lesbains and whipping and stuff. Oh fuck, I saw the stuff she reads and sites she’s been on. I think mom wants to be some kind of sex slave or something. And the really fucked up part is I think she wants you! And…and….I kind of think she has the hots for me, too, maybe for a long time. She definitely does for you. You must know with your perfect gaydar that she creams for you, right? “

“I…might have noticed…a look…or two, but Julie! She gave me a home and a family that didn’t suck! I can’t take advantage of that! Besides…I mean…we…well, I am not so fickle,” I replied, acting as uncomfortable as I knew how to. Julie blushed and looked at her feet briefly.

“Well, I didn’t think you were! But…um…”she hesitated. I grabbed her arms like I was shocked and stunned.

“Julie! Are you…I mean…do you want to see your Mom…like that?” I rushed to reassure her the moment her face fell into shame, “I mean it isn’t like she is your biological Mom or anything…it’s not gross like that. But the bondage?”

Julie hung her head and her voice was low as she answered, “I…I kinda thought it was hot,” she admitted. I put my arm around her.

“Hey! Don’t be embarrassed. Everyone has their thing, but you know Barb will never touch you. She is too good a Mom for that, no matter what she feels. If she had a girlfriend or something…you might be able to find out who and watch them together…at least it would be something. I don’t think it is likely, though. I mean I am with her most of the day now and I haven’t seen any sign that something like that is going on. I am sorry, Julie. I would do anything to help you, but I don’t know how. I mean, damn Julie I admit, I wouldn’t mind seeing it, myself!”

Julie

OMG! Jodi was not shocked or grossed out by what I had told her! She was turned on too! I know Mom wanted her…it was obvious! Maybe…maybe…

“Jodi…” I can’t believe I was actually going to say this, but my mouth would not stop talking, “Why don’t you do it?” She pulled away from me then.

“Do what?”

“Seduce Mom.”

“Julie!” I had to talk quick, I was losing her.

“Seriously! Listen, Mom already thinks you’re hot! Her eyes barely left your ass long enough to watch the movie…” She stood up and started pacing.

“Why didn’t you tell me?! I would have pulled the blanket up!” she complained, but I could see she was kind of excited by what I said. “So…what was on the computer? I mean… you said it was, like, harsh…” Yes! I knew she was interested. I pulled her down onto the bed and tried to describe what I had seen.

“There was a lot of bondage. Women tied up to bed posts and fences and stuff and other women…sometimes much younger women were whipping them or fucking them with strap ons.” She averted her eyes, but I could tell she was excited. “And even worse stuff. Sometimes their breasts were bound so tight they looked like balloons! They are treated so harshly. Jodi, do you think Mom wants to be treated like that?” I waited for Jodie to answer.

“Yeah,” Jodi said finally, “I think she does. I think she needs harsh treatment …sometimes people do. So…if I were to do what you are asking…I would have to do that!”

“Do you think you could…be like that?” I asked her.

“I know how,” she admitted, “Sometimes the men who came over…but there is no reason to think she would let me do that! And do you really want to see your mom like the women in those videos?” she asked.

“Yeah. Please, Jodi! I know I can never touch her like that…She clearly wants it, but you could! And you could let me watch. If she were blindfolded, she would never know…”

Jodi

It was so hard keeping a suitably horrified face while Julie spoke! Here she was, begging me to enact my ultimate plan! It was just too good to be true! Barb’s daughter was precocious, that’s for sure! She also used the adorable argument that we would be helping Barb get something she really wanted and better us than someone from the internet or stranger from a sex club.

I let her convince me to at least look at some of the websites she had seen on Barb’s laptop…the websites I had made her search. I took her to my personal favorites, Lesbian Bondage, Slave Moms, Older/Younger, Whipped Ass…she was so turned on by the time I closed the computer down I thought she would explode before I could even touch her.

She surprised me, though, pushing me back onto the bed and kissing me, sliding my panties down to reach my pussy.

“See, Jodi? You are turned on by what we saw! All those hot women tied up and abused. You want to do this to Mom as much as I do…” she cajoled. I decided to give her a taste, just a little one. I flipped us both, pinning her to the bed and raising her hands above her head, holding them in place with one hand. I hovered the other over her breast.

“Do you even know what you are asking me to do?” I asked. My hand landed on her breast and I began squeezing her nipple, gently, then harder and harder until she squirmed underneath me and tried to draw away.

“And that is only the beginning!” I reminded her, letting her up. God! She was hot, breathless with what she would say is unwanted pain, but I knew it was arousal. Little girl was following in Mommy’s footsteps and she didn’t even know it! But her instruction was going to progress much much more slowly.

Julie

Jodi gave me a lot to think about when she said she wanted to put some nanny cams in mom’s room. She explained what she had been thinking through since I asked her to look for some way we could give mom what she wanted so badly. She is worried mom will freak out so we need to be ready just in case she does. We would have to calm her down and also have some way to keep her under control. This could blow up if we only try to play at and if she was going to be part of this and risk losing everything we have now, we had to take it seriously and do it for real. If Barb wanted to be a sex slave she has to be Jodie’s for real. To make that happen for real we need real control over her. Jodi wanted to blackmail her or at least have enough to just in case mom flipped. She wanted to get mom on video getting off to pictures of videos of some taboo porn as well the main one of her masturbaing to pictures of her own teenage daughter…Me!

Catching Jodi alone in the kitchen and mom in the living room reading, I got her to go out to the patio with me so we could talk “Okay Jodi , You are right if we do this with mom it has to go all the way, so how do we start? ” I asked, trying to sound confident.

Jodi thought for a moment and said , “ We do some really sexy stuff of you on my bed and let her “Find” them on my laptop. I can forget and leave it out while we go out shopping and see if she takes the bait? Then, if she does I get her alone and tell her I know she has the hots for me and for you and see if i can just seduce her without telling her what we have. Maybe I will have to confront her with snooping on my laptop or about her slutty display of having an orgasm during the movie or stealing your panties but whatever it takes, I will make her show me what’s on her computer and then go from there. I think she will crumble and fall in line once the ice is broken between me and her secrets. I will end up promising her to keep this a secret from you. You have to be able to act like you know nothing”

I had listened carefully and thought for a moment and knew we had to do this. “Okay Jodi let’s do this. Whatever it takes.”

Barb

Mistress Jodi keeps loading the most fantastic pics and vids of Julie on her own bed to my computer with instructions to use my vibe as I study them. They look like nanny cam sometimes. The latest ones are of her in her PJ’s she’s had for years. Her hair up in pigtails and playing like a little girl on her bed. Like she is just doing silly, innocent dress up and fingering herself to fun fantasies. Jodi had me cum to them and masturbate to a plethora of assorted kinky things. Things I would never have seen or even known were out there had she not sent me the links to them. Sick, disgusting things women did and had done to them. Some of it real and some in digital art and some stories that were truly sick. The digital art blew me away. I don’t know if Jodi was doing them or paying somebody to do them or if it was just coincidence but damn some of them looked a bit like how me and Julie looked maybe 5 years ago !

When I had finished with the list I sat there stunned at what I had seen. I had doubts if some of it was legal. Where did Jodi even find those links? OMG was she planning on making me do some of what was in them? I shivered at the thought!

That looks like me and Jodi a few years ago ! Holy fuck is mom paying some digital artist to do this or is she doing it herself? They were pretty crude at first but no doubt the later ones are supposed to be mom’s bedroom! Even the wall hanging over the bed is perfect!

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College

Summer was always something of a strange experience for me in between grades, but this summer was different because it was my last before college. I wanted study electronic, so fittingly, I got a summer job at Radio Shack.

After work one evening I came home and my mother was on the phone facing the sink; distress in her voice. My dad, sitting up in his recliner looked over at me and shrugged mouthing, “I have NO idea.”

I set my bag down and reached in the fridge for a Pibb.

“Okay. Of course you can stay with us. When will you be here?”

I opened the Pibb and Mom spun around, waving with an uneasy smile. “Okay Brooke, see you then. Bye.”

“Aunt Brooke okay?” I asked.

My mom sighed loudly and closed her phone, looking at me and then my father. Her short brown hair was a slight mess and a stressful look in her blue eyes.

“Dan left Brooke. She’s flying here tomorrow morning.”

“Whaaat?” exclaimed Dad, mouth agape.

I haven’t seen Aunt Brooke in about ten years. My mom and her would talk relatively often, but Brooke was always traveling with her now ex-husband. They didn’t have kids and pretty much took the road less traveled.

“What happened?” Dad asked, standing up and walking over to mom. Both were in their mid forties. Dad was showing quite a bit of grey in his formally brownish/black hair and his moustache. Mom looked really good for her age; she could pass for late thirties.

“I don’t know all the details, but Dan pretty much came out of nowhere and wanted a divorce. I’m guessing some mid-life crisis bullshit.” She responded, hands on her hips. Dad hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

“Wow. I did NOT see that coming,” Dad said.

Ten years. I vaguely remember her at a family reunion. She was a tall brunette, and just… well, beautiful. I quickly formed a kiddie crush on her, but that obviously faded away as I got older and hadn’t seen her since I was eight.

She was also fifteen years younger than my mom. I remember my grandmother talking about her “wonderful little surprise” while my Mom was in high school. Brooke was thirty-one.

“Wait, mid-life crisis? How much older was Dan than her?” I asked.

Mom responded, “Asshole is fifty-three.”

“Damn, that’s quite a gap.” I responded.

“Well Ben, sometimes age is just a number between couples.” Dad said, still holding mom.

—

I had a four hour shift the next day. We had received a large shipment of webcams and video cables, so I spent most of my time there taking inventory and other monotonous nonsense.

I pulled into the driveway from my journey home and walked into a vacant house. Well, almost vacant.

“Hello?” came an unfamiliar voice.

“Hello!” I responded, putting my bag down and walking into the kitchen.

My Aunt Brooke was sitting at the table, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wasn’t wearing any makeup and looked very tired. She stood up and walked over, looking me over.

“Taller than me and everything.” She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.

I hugged back, “Great to see you.”

“Thanks sweetie. Great to see you. I’m a total mess, sorry you have to see me like this, especially after ten years.” she said, breaking the hug and caressing her hand on my face.

“You need a shave.” she said, astonished.

“Yeah, I grew up a bit.” I responded.

She giggled and went back to sit down. I grabbed a Pibb from the fridge and sat with her. I didn’t know what to say but I felt my kiddie crush kicking back in.

She looked amazing, even in her non-make up state.

“Oh Benny, I don’t know what I did.” she said, looking as if she had nothing left to cry out.

I stammered. “I uhh… don’t know what to say.”

She smiled weakly.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad to be here with loved ones.”

A small moment of awkward silence passed.

“So,” she said, grabbing my hand, “what’s new with you? Chasing any ladies around?”

“Heh, not really.” I sighed loudly, “Just workin’ at my summer job.”

“Oh why not? You’re a cutie. Ain’t they beatin’ down your door?” she said, softly laughing.

I shook my head.

“I’m not worried about it.”

“Oh, that’s not a bad thing. You’re so young – plenty of time to worry later.” She said, with a tone of envy in her voice.

“You’re young too, you know.” I mumbled with a reassuring smile.

“Thanks honey.” she said, standing up. “This whole divorce thing though… kind of feels like a stain on my soul I won’t be able to get rid of.”

She walked out of the kitchen, “I’m going to lay down and try to sleep.”

—

Throughout the next week Aunt Brooke slowly started to cheer up. Mom and her would be joking around in the kitchen; Dad picking on both of them. I’d hear them from upstairs and wonder if Brooke was ever actually sad.

She was staying in the room next to mine and at night I’d hear her crying herself to sleep.

One particular night I woke up sometime early in the A.M. I stammered awake and walked towards the bathroom. Aunt Brooke had taken over the upstairs bathroom with her girly stuff, so I had to adjust to that.

I wandered into the bathroom, emptied my bladder, and started back towards my room when something caught my eye.

I stopped.

Aunt Brooke’s door was open and she was sound asleep. The side of the bed she was sleeping on was closest to the door, and the covers were draped over her midsection.

What caught my attention was the red silk nightie she was wearing; stretched from her tossing and turning. The pulled fabric had partially exposed her right boob.

I was suddenly very awake.

My heart began to pound with nervous excitement and blood rushed to my almost instant erection.

I softly rushed back to my room, grabbed my smartphone, snuck back over to her room, and took a moment to angle a picture. The moonlight gave me just enough lighting to get a clear picture. I double checked to make sure the flash and sound was OFF (that would’ve been hard to explain), and snapped a few photos, and snuck back to my room and locked the door.

I pulled up one of the photos on my phone, set it on my desk, dropped my pants, and stroked my erection away.

Once I laid back down, I suddenly felt incredibly guilty. That was my AUNT that I just jerked to.

—

I tried my best not to change my demeanor around my aunt, but I don’t think I was very successful. I think she might have noticed but didn’t act any differently.

I had a few long shifts sorting and organizing gadgets that came in at work the following week. My sneaky spying act kept running through my head on a constant loop. I wanted to see more, yet I felt terrible for wanting to see more.

The lust has overpowered the guilt and my mind kept racing.

I did try to sneak another peek, but she was usually completely covered up by her sheets or facing the other way while sleeping. Sometimes around the house I’d sneak a glance here and there when she’d lean over but mostly I was too afraid of getting called out.

I wanted to see more but had no idea how.

Then, it hit me.

My store had a nice sized shipment of different web cams come in, including some expensive wireless ones. Some of them were really tiny too; easy to hide. I cracked a package open and studied them on my early shift when business was slow.

Most of these odd webcams were small and magnetized. They could hide anywhere.

I then realized that I was plotting to mod wireless webcams to spy on my hot aunt.

Once again, lust overpowered logic.

—

I LOVE technology. I lusted for Aunt Brooke. Bad combination.

I got home and walked in on mom and Aunt Brooke talking about her starting up dating.

“Maybe you just need a little rebound somethin’ somethin’, huh?” my mom said, not realizing I was there.

“Maybe. It’s been a while–” Aunt Brooke spoke, cutting herself off as I stepped into the living room.

“Bad timing on my part, eh?” I said, smiling.

Aunt Brooke smiled wryly. Mom blushed a little.

“Well, you’re an adult now. Sex talk shouldn’t phase you, right?” Brooke said, sipping on a glass of red wine.

“That may be so, but not with my son!” My mom said, raising her hand in defiance. Brooke and I laughed. They seemed a little drunk to me.

“Whatcha got there?” Mom said, gesturing at my hands while attempting to change the subject.

The Radio Shack bag containing my shiny new webcams. I almost forgot I had them.

“Oh, these?” I said, holding the bag up, “Just some nerdy electronic stuff. Gonna go geek out for a while.”

Aunt Brooke raised an eyebrow. I almost felt as if she knew what I was up to for a second.

“Are you building a girlfriend or something up there? I thought guys your age just wanted to chase some tail around.” she garishly spoke, sipping on her wine.

“I said no sex talk with my son, damnit!” Mom sarcastically said, mock glaring at Brooke.

“Alright, I’ll leave you ladies to it… well, whatever ‘it’ is.” I said, dramatically flinging my arms and exiting upstairs. They continued to talk about Brooke hitting the dating scene. I almost stuck around to hear more but I wanted to crack these puppies open and see what’s ticking on the inside.

I rummaged through the bag, trying to pick out the most conspicuous camera. One was shaped like a knob on a ceiling fan. Perfect!! Another the base of my electronic toothbrush. These spy devices are amazing!!! I attached the knob to fan and replaced the base for my toothbrush. No way she would ever know. I’m a genius.

That night we had Chinese delivered. Our dinner was high spirited to keep Aunt Brooke in a positive mindset. She was definitely healing from her divorce, but I could tell she wasn’t quite on her feet.

“I feel so bad for being here a month already,” Brooke said before gnawing on an egg roll.

Dad perked up and rolled his eyes. “Would you stop it already. You can stay here for as long as you like. Having you around really breaks things up around here.”

I nodded in aggressive agreement. I really didn’t want her to leave…

“See? Ben agrees.” mom said, smiling at me.

Aunt Brooke glanced down and half smiled. “Thank you. I’m so lucky to have you guys.”

Dinner was delicious. Time seemed to drag for me though; I wanted to test this cam out and see Brooke in all her glory. She tends to shower at night before she goes to bed, and since Mom and Dad’s master bedroom is downstairs with a bathroom, I don’t have to worry about accidentally recording them. Yikes.

10:04 PM switched over. Dad had excused himself for bed, and Mom was yawning.

“I’m beat,” mom said, stretching. “I’m going to pass out. G’night kids!”

“Night mom.” I said, yawning in response.

“Night sis.” Brooke said. Mom walked out.

Silence.

Brooke continued to flip through channels.

Damnit. I fidgeted.

My apprehension caught her eye. Sometimes she’s VERY observant, especially when you don’t want her to be.

“Okay there kiddo?” she said.

“Yup. I’m pretty tired. Think that Chinese food is inducing a food coma.” I cleverly responded.

“Uh huh.” she spoke, almost as if she knew I was lying. Shit, I really need to watch myself around her.

“Hah, well anyway I think I’m gonna turn in. Gonna stay up?” I asked, hoping for a favorable response.

“Maybe. If don’t find something I like on TV here.”

Ugh. More waiting. I figured I could go to bed, flip the software on and put headphones on and wait. That way when she walked into the bathroom I could hear her and not have those sounds travel through the speaker.

“Okay, g’night Aunt Brooke. Love you.” I said, stretching and standing.

“G’night sweetie. Love you more.” Her soft voice spoke. Soothing.

I slowly walked upstairs to hide my anticipation. She’s so good at reading people, so I have to act and pretend I didn’t have a tremendous crush on her.

—

Click.

Click click.

I was surfing around online, waiting for Brooke to make her grand entrance. I had the cam on, but only a small bit of residual light was showing through the door.

One of my earbuds was in as I waited. My free ear was listening for any signs of her coming upstairs.

Click.

It was very quiet after the AC shut off.

Then I heard the TV sounds stop. I perked right up.

Erection already?

Wow, I am pathetic.

I heard some rummaging in the kitchen, and saw the light go off from underneath my door.

“Game time,” I whispered.

The familiar soft creaks from the stairs sounded off.

I heard her walk down the hall and, for a second, I thought she stopped in front of my door. It was closed (and locked; I take NO chances), and then I wondered if she could see the light from my monitor.

“Damnit. Next time toss a towel or something by the door.” I thought.

Then I heard sounds in my headphones.

I maximized the web cam.

Nothing yet. She was in her room gathering some stuff for her shower.

It felt like my heart was about to shatter my sternum. My level of excitement could not be measured, and my dick was straining against my pajama pants.

I freed the beast. I knew I’d be stroking like a madman in a minute.

Then more sounds and light from the bathroom came on.

Wow, this cam feed was very clear.

I watched as Brooke closed and locked the bathroom door. The sound made my ear wince. The gain in the mic was high.

She set her nightie down on the toilet and looked in the mirror. She stared for a minute and sighed unhappily. What on earth could she be unsatisfied with? She’s gorgeous!

She started to reach and pull her shirt over her head. I hit record immediately.

Her bra was plain. Flesh colored.

She then reach behind and unclasped.

I almost came right then without even touching my hard cock.

Her breasts sexily wobbled free. The colors on the cam captured her in exquisite detail. She was moving pretty fast as her pants were unzipped and dropped, then she thumbed her plain white panties down.

I grasped my cock.

I caught a brief glimpse of her brown pubic Starzbet hair. She kept it trim, even after her divorce. Even after she hasn’t had sex in a while.

“Awesome.” I said.

She turned to face the shower, showing her magnificent ass. She slightly bent over to turn the shower on. I didn’t quite catch any of her pussy lips from her bending over. She then stepped in and closed the curtain.

I didn’t cum yet.

I waited and kept recording.

The sounds of water splashing and her soft humming filled my earphones. She took her time, that’s for sure. For a second there I thought I heard a moan, as if she was pleasuring herself, but it was so faint. I could be wrong.

The shower suddenly shut off. My eyes widened and I was at full attention.

The curtain opened and I started to stroke my unbelievably hard cock.

As she toweled off, I felt I was treated to a show. Her boobs playfully swayed (my guess is that she was a C cup), and her figure showing that forbidden patch of pubic hair sent me over the edge.

Within seconds, I came very hard. I tried to hide my grunt, but I couldn’t hold back. It wasn’t loud but it wasn’t exactly quiet.

I looked at the cam to see if she noticed. I wasn’t sure if she did. I thought I saw a small smile on her face though as she dried off her midsection.

She then wrapped the towel around her hair, put on her nightie and left the bathroom, shutting off the light. I stopped the recording.

Holy fuck. It works.

I watched the recording closely. I listened to see if she moaned. I think she did.

I also studied the end of it. I was able to slow the footage down. You could barely hear my grunt, and I’m still uncertain if she heard me. Her smile might’ve been a coincidence.

But why would she smile? If she suspected me at all, wouldn’t she be furious?

—

I came home after work the next day to a dolled-up Brooke and Mom.

“Woah, aren’t you two dressed to kill?” I commented, trying not to stare at Brooke.

“Yes we are,” responded Mom. Dad walked in wearing a sport coat.

“I’m the lucky designated driver,” Dad grunted.

“Brooke needs a night on the town honey,” responded Mom. Brooke seemed impartial to the whole idea. She seemed… distant.

“How long are you three gonna be out?” I said, trying to conceal my excitement.

“As late as we can drink,” Mom said, making the drinking gesture with her hand. Brooke looked over at me.

“What about you? Wanna come with us? I’ll find you a pretty lady!”

Mom immediately interjected, “Absolutely not. Those cougars out there will eat him alive.”

Brooke raised her eyebrow and looked at me. It was almost seductive.

“Yeah, he looks really scared of something like that.”

Jesus. When she looks at me like that, I feel that she knows what I’m up to.

Dad looked at his watch, “Reservations are for three people anyway. Sorry Benny.” He patted my shoulder. “We need to get going.”

“Okay, we’re off! See you tomorrow morning!” Mom said, with a kiss on my cheek.

Brooke kept looking at me in that strange fashion.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

What the hell does that mean?

The three of them piled into my Dad’s truck and drove off.

—

At about 2:30 AM, they returned home. Mom, Brooke, and Dad’s voices were all quipping. Dad was trying to shush them, but Mom and Brooke were both drunk.

“Oh shut up,” I heard Brooke say, “He’s probably wiped out from all that porn he was looking at.” Mom retorted, “Shut the fuck up, Brooke!” And they both laughed.

Dad said, “Wish I had porn like that when I was a kid.”

I covered my face with my hands. I felt embarrassed, even though I wasn’t in the room.

“I think your kid has a thing for me too,” Brooke slurred and giggled.

My heart sank into my stomach. She’s way to damn observant.

“Well, you’re a stone-cold hot piece of ass,” my mom blurted, “Can’t say I blame him.”

I heard Dad laugh. “Stone cold hot piece of ass? Cold AND hot? How does that work?”

“Fuck you, I’m drunk.” Mom blundered. “Now… YOU… take me to bed and nail me to the wall.”

I heard my Dad laugh again. “Yes ma’am.”

Brooke scoffed. “Well you SUCK. Guess I’ll have to go fuck myself. Good NIGHT.”

Mom’s voice trailed, “Just as long as you stay off of my son, fuck yourself all you want!”

Brooke, coming up the stairs towards my closed door, retorted, “Yeah yeah yeah…” and I heard her say under her breath, “… maybe.”

That “maybe” sent my mind into a frenzy. I made sure my door was locked.

Aunt Brooke is hot and all, but… I’m so uncertain and nervous about where that could lead…

I listened as she stumbled upstairs in her high-heels.

“God damnit,” she murmured, pulling her heels off.

As I heard her footsteps get close, she stopped in front of my door. My pulse started to really quicken.

She stood there for a minute and, I think, she put her ear on the door.

I then heard the door handle move slightly. She attempted to turn it, but it was locked.

WHAT WAS SHE DOING.

I heard her sigh loudly.

“Little shit, I’m onto you.” she said, not knowing I was awake and right next to her.

She stepped away and walked to her bedroom. I made a silent dash for my computer and flipped on the cams and software. She was looking around her room, opening and closing drawers, looking for something.

“Didn’t go through my crap,” she said, “maybe I’m wrong.”

Wow, she was looking for evidence of me digging through her belongings.

Am I that opaque?

“Here’s something you won’t find even if you tried.” she said, talking to herself. Well at least she thought.

She reached behind her dresser and pulled out a box. Her drunken hands fumbled with the combination on the front, and with a metallic pop the box flew open. She reached in a pulled out a small purple penis shaped device.

Holy fuck. She was going to get herself off.

I hit record.

She giggled and placed the device on the bed she was sitting on. I heard rummaging sounds as she dug through the box some more.

She closed it and set it aside.

I quickly dropped my boxer briefs to the ground.

She stood up, unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. Then she flung her blouse from around her head to the ground. Now she was in bra and panties – much sexier than the shower scene from a few days ago.

“I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it.” she said. Hearing her talk dirty made my dick twitch.

She laid on her bed and flicked on her toy. I heard a slight buzzing sound as she rubbed it up and down her body. Then she concentrated on her pussy, still with underwear on.

“Mmm.”

The moan was almost too much. I stopped stroking. I really wanted to try and enjoy this.

“Dan…” she mumbled.

Dan is a moron. An idiot. How could he actually leave someone so gorgeous?

She then pulled the front of her panties aside and started to rub the toy on her now exposed pussy.

“Oh my god,” I whispered.

The cam didn’t quite capture the detail of her pussy that I would’ve liked to see. I suddenly wished for a zoom feature.

“Uhhh… fuck.” Brooke groaned.

Her free hand reached up and pulled the cups of her bra up, exposing her breasts.

They looked so inviting and soft.

She rubbed her breasts and started pushing her vibrating friend into her pussy.

“Ben…”

I grunted and came. Hard.

—

I couldn’t sleep.

I watched that footage over and over.

When she said my name, she became more aggressive with her vibrator, pushing and pulling it in and out of her pussy. She came, moaned very loudly, and sighed.

“Fuck me.” she slurred.

The recording stopped as she put it away, threw on a nightie, and crept under her covers.

She actually said my name during her masturbation. I didn’t know what to do. What COULD I do? Confront her?

“Gee Auntie Brooke, I noticed you were fucking yourself and said your nephew’s name. Care to comment?”

The next night I caught some wonderful footage of her in the bathroom, spreading her beautiful pussy lips, slowly rubbing her clit watching in the mirror. She didn’t say my name that time, but it was glorious footage.

I paid extra heed to how I behaved around her. Even though she fantasized about me, I wasn’t about to suddenly become bold and make a move. This was my AUNT.

That fact became more and more diluted as I kept recording her adventures.

—

One night I was talking with Dad about Mom and Dad’s twentieth anniversary. I figured that Dad hadn’t planned ahead; he’s very busy with work.

“You know Dad, you and Mom should go on a second honeymoon or something. I’ll keep an eye on things here.”

Dad smiled, “Not a bad idea. Besides you’re probably more than capable of watching Brooke. She’s still a bit unstable.”

Dad took my suggestion and booked a week on a cruise in the Caribbean. Mom about exploded when Dad told her.

Brooke was happy for them, but I could tell she was envious.

“Don’t worry Aunt Brooke,” I said, “We’ll hang out and watch some movies or something.”

She looked at me like I was an idiot. “Great.” she said.

Her attitude was still on the bad side, and I think she might’ve given up on me having a crush. Thank goodness.

After dropping Mom and Dad off at the airport, I went home. This was going to be weird, Brooke and I alone for a week.

As I walked into the kitchen, Brooke was working on a crossword puzzle book. I walked to the fridge and pulled out ingredients for sandwiches.

“Hungry?” I asked?

“Very.” she said.

I made a couple very crude club sandwiches and passed one to her. She thanked me. But before taking her first bite, she said, “Ben, I need to ask you something.”

My mouth was full. “Mmm?”

She sighed.

“I hate liars. My ex-husband lied to me and left me.”

I looked at her, puzzled. I swallowed my food.

She continued.

“If I asked you something, ANYTHING, would you promise never to lie about it?”

“Uhh, why? What’s going on?”

“Just answer me.” she snapped.

I haven’t seen her this angry before.

“Okay, I promise.” I bit into my sandwich again, unable to taste it.

She smiled. “Good.”

I suddenly felt her eyes pierce my own.

She asked, “Are you a virgin?”

“Uhh, what?” I said, almost choking on my second bite.

“Are you a VIRGIN?” she said again, sternly.

I was taken aback. Where on earth was this coming from? She continued to pierce my gaze. I stumbled a bit over my choice of words.

“Well, if you must know, yes I am.” I was getting irritated.

“Okay.” She said and took a bite of her sandwich.

The air was tense for a moment.

“Next question,” she declared after swallowing her third bite.

I felt cornered, but what could I do? I’m stuck here for an entire week with Aunt Brooke.

“Have you been spying on me?” she asked, serious as ever.

I felt caught. Vulnerable. Helpless. My eyes darted around the room.

“You do realize that even if you don’t answer, you’re already telling me the answer with your reaction, right?” she said, almost proud of her pouncing.

“Come clean.” she said softly.

Fuck.

“… yes.” I sheepishly replied.

“Okay.” she casually took another bite of her sandwich.

“Are we done? Because I’d like to leap off of a bridge now.” I angrily snorted, pushing my sandwich aside.

“Relax. I’m not mad.” she responded, chewing her bite.

“Hmmf.” I grunted.

“Next question.” she said again.

“OH COME ON!” I spat, standing up.

“Work with me kiddo. I don’t think your parents would be too happy with your spying.” she calmly said.

I sat back down, face red with frustration. “Okay, ask away. I suppose it couldn’t get any more embarrassing.”

She calmly asked, “How and when exactly have you been spying?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Just answer me.”

“Jesus Brooke, I’m really sorry alright? Can we drop it?”

Brooke shook her head, “Afraid not kiddo. I’m fed up with men and their manipulation. I want to know how. Right now.”

I gave up. My fun little project is over.

“Cameras.” I said, defeated.

“Cameras? Where?” she said, surprised.

“One in your room and one in the bathroom.”

She looked shocked. “How… wait, where would you put them? And how did I not notice?”

I quipped back, “Well I am an electronics guy, remember? I figured it out.”

She sat for a second and her eyes grew big.

“Just how long have you been… spying with those cameras?”

I felt like lying at this point. Maybe I could tell her “Only for a week!” But I didn’t care anymore.

“Remember when you and Mom were drinking wine and talking the day I came home from work with a Radio Shack bag?”

“Yeah?”

“I installed them when I went upstairs.”

The blood seemed to drain from her face.

“Oh my God. You’ve seen me…” she was flustered, confused, and angry. She stood up, hand over her mouth, in complete shock.

I felt terrible.

“I’m so sorry, I’m just–“

“Shut up.” she spat.

I sat there, hands folded, waiting to be spoken to. She’s my aunt, after all. She paced back and forth, fumbling words around for a few minutes.

“Okay, okay.” she said, breathing deeply and sitting down.

“Next question.” she wryly spoke.

I nodded.

“Did you… record anything?”

“Yes.”

“What do you do with them… exactly?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You know, when you watch them? The recordings?”

“Oh. Well, you know…”

She laughed out loud with a mix of anger and shock.

“So you’re telling me that you installed cameras to watch your AUNT, your flesh and blood, take showers, get dressed, and… and…” she couldn’t muster the words.

“Yes.” I said, completely defenseless.

—

“This was far more than I was expecting.” she said, face buried in her hands.

“I know, and I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. I love you and my stupid… I Starzbet Giriş don’t know, hormones, lust, whatever, just took over.” I pleaded.

“Enough.” she said, “There’s no excuse. The damage is done.”

“Okay.”

“Show me where the cameras are.” she demanded.

“Fair enough.”

We both awkwardly walked up the stairs with me going first. We stepped into her bedroom, and I pointed up towards the ceiling fan.

“Right there, that knob on the ceiling fan.”

Aunt Brooke looked up. “That knob is a camera?”

“Jesus.” she said.

We walked to the bathroom. I pointed to my electric toothbrush.

“The toothbrush is a camera? Wow!!”, she blurted out.

“No, the base is. I switched it out, hoping you wouldn’t notice. It worked!”

She looked at me again, gazing through my soul.

“Show me the videos.” she sighed.

“What? You want to see them?”

“Yes.”

I took her into my room and pulled up a guest chair. I opened the hidden folder with all the recordings and played one at random. She gasped.

“Nice view huh?” she jokingly said. I wasn’t amused.

From all this torment, I decided to show her the first one where she said my name during her masturbation session.

I fast forwarded to that scene and played it.

“Oh, this is when I was drunk?” she said, suddenly intrigued.

Then, on my speaker, we both heard very clearly with a moan of pleasure, “… Ben.”

She jerked her head back.

“Aunt Brooke,” I asked, pausing the recording, and trying not to enjoy my retort “why did you say my name?”

She glared at me.

“I was DRUNK.”

“That makes a difference?”

She fumbled for a second.

“Look, don’t get any ideas. I was drunk, horny, and almost came in here to…” she caught herself.

I raised my eyebrows at her. “To WHAT, exactly?”

She shook her head.

“To be a stupid, drunken idiot.”

I closed the recording and faced her. She had a very confused and shameful expression.

“Listen, this has all completely backfired on me,” I said, doing my best to reassure her, “and I never, ever once intended to hurt you or take advantage of your situation. All of this was never meant to be discovered.”

She sighed, frustrated.

Then she looked at me with more sympathy.

“Well, I’ll say this,” she said, “the fact that you found me attractive enough to plant cameras and record them is somewhat of a confidence booster.”

I cocked my head. “Are you serious? You think you’re ugly or something?”

She flailed her arms, “Well, Dan left me for a reason, didn’t he? I thought I was just ugly!”

I scoffed as if she just insulted me.

“Dan is a colossal idiot. I think his brain dribbled out of his skull or his wang fell off and abandoned his body.”

For the first time since I’ve seen Aunt Brooke come live with us, she let back a huge, throaty laugh that she seemingly was bottling up.

It was nice to see her laugh.

“Oh Benny,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye, “I needed that.”

There was a sudden uncomfortable silence as if we were both thinking, “Now what?”

I broke the ice.

“Aunt Brooke,” I said, “I’ve been completely honest with you. Can you be honest with me now?”

She sighed again, but without the frustration.

“Fair enough.” She responded.

I did my best to return her steely gaze.

“Are you attracted to me?”

“Uh,” she stammered, “You’re my nephew. That doesn’t matter.”

“So… no?” I responded.

“I didn’t say that.”

“So… yes?”

“I didn’t say THAT either!” Brooke said, slightly frustrated.

“But in your inebriated state of mind, with all your inhibitions gone, you are attracted to me.” I pointed at the monitor.

“I have proof.”

She laughed again, “Okay, yes, I am attracted to you. You’re smart and you’ve got a charm about you.”

I nodded. She continued.

“What does it matter anyway? You’re my nephew. We can’t act on it. That’s wrong in so many ways.”

More uncomfortable silence.

I broke the silence again.

“You’re right. It is wrong. But what are we going to do? We’re both attracted to each other. We can’t deny that. It’s going to be looming over us now.”

She shook her head, “Okay, there’s an elephant in the room now. You’re right, but… I’m not sure I’m liking where this is going.”

“Hear me out,” I said, suddenly feeling very nervous, “what if we… just kissed? Or something. I dunno.”

Man I was getting bold.

I studied her reaction. She was weighing the pros and cons. She was also fidgeting with her legs.

“Um…” she spoke.

Her eyes darted around the room. Holy shit, this might actually happen.

“Are you thirsty? I’m thirsty. Would you like some wine?” she said, standing up.

I don’t normally enjoy the flavor of wine, but I nodded. “Sure, but you’re gonna have to answer me sooner or later.”

“Yeah yeah yeah…”

I followed her downstairs as she rummaged through the wine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of dry red wine. Ugh, my least favorite.

“This okay?”

I didn’t care.

“Yep.”

She pulled a drawer open, snagged a corkscrew, and with a loud ‘pop’ she opened the wine and poured two glasses.

“Don’t tell your mom I’m giving you wine.” she said.

“Just as long as you don’t tell my mom that I was recording you masturbating.”

She laughed nervously. God damn, I was getting really bold.

The lust was taking over again. This time, it was more focused and felt… healthier.

She downed her first glass and poured another. I sipped on mine. Blech.

“Trying to get yourself drunk?” I asked, referring to our previous conversation.

She stopped in the middle of her pour.

“No… just loosening up.”

I raised an eyebrow. She realized what she said.

“Uhh anyway,” she said, “You wanna make out with your aunt huh?”

“Kinda.”

She smiled, “Kinda? That’s it? Just ‘kinda?'”

She knew I really wanted to. But she liked the flirty response.

“I have a problem though,” she said, circling her wine in her glass, “I tend to… get very loose if I’m enjoying the kiss.”

I nodded. “No problem. Look, we’ll just kiss, high five, and move on with our lives. Cool?”

She shook her head, “You make that sound so easy.”

Another uncomfortable silence.

“I’ll stop you if you get.. too loose.” I said.

She looked at me as if I was completely stupid.

“You really are a virgin.” she smirked.

My face went red.

“So where do you wanna do this? Right here?” she said, taking a large gulp of wine.

“Here is fine.”

“Okay.

We both stood there for a moment, unable to move. I was incredibly nervous. I’ve made out with chicks before, but this was different.

Not only was this my aunt, but it was the most stunning person I’ve ever known. And I loved her.

Those facts made this infinitely more complicated.

She looked at me, impatient.

“You gonna make the move or am I?” she declared.

“Uh…” was all I could respond with.

A sympathetic smile drew across her face. “That’s right. You’re not… experienced.”

She placed her glass of wine on the table and walked around towards me, standing a foot away from me. We faced each other, standing.

“Okay, I’m gonna spill some good info for you.” she said, confidently.

“Women like it when a man takes the lead. Simply put, the lady knows from his actions whether or not he’s interested.”

She folded her arms, looking at me with a faux impatience.

“Are you interested?” she sarcastically jabbed.

My nerves were getting the best of me. I was about to cross a line. I didn’t know if I wanted it to go further than a kiss. My heart and loins did, obviously, but the rest of me was far too hesitant.

I drank her in. Her brunette hair was loose and draped over her shoulders. Her simple jeans-and-t-shirt outfit had a mysterious allure. Here she was, in all her glory, waiting for me to man up.

I reached out with my hands and placed them behind her head, gently placing my fingers in her hair. My thumb caressed her upper cheek.

The cocky look on her face disappeared, and her eyes darted back and forth from my eyes to my mouth.

“Oh my,” she softly spoke.

I gently placed my kiss on her lips.

Soft.

It was a long, tongue-free kiss. My hands remained behind her head, and she pulled me closer.

I broke the kiss and opened my eyes. Hers were still closed for a second, then she opened them.

“That all you got, kiddo?” she teased.

I laughed and kissed her again, this time with a passionate aggression I have never felt. Our mouths opened; tongues intersected. Deep, wet, soft, hot.

Delicious.

Her breath was perfect. Gentle, muffled moans and loud breaths escaped both our noses. This was, simply put, the most passionate moment I had ever felt.

And it was just a kiss.

Her arms wrapped around my back, pulling me closer. I reached around her petite waist and pulled her against me, against my immediate erection which I’m certain she felt.

I didn’t care. I wanted her to know.

She broke the kiss, breathing heavily. I could feel her heart pounding along with mine.

“That… was very nice.” she said seductively.

She then smiled and glanced downward.

“I feel that.” she giggled.

“Sorry.” I responded.

“Don’t be.” she said. “I like it.”

“Answer me honestly,” she then asked, “do you want more?”

“Yes and no… ” I responded, our foreheads touching.

“I know what you mean,” she said, licking her lips. That alone almost sent me over the edge.

“This is what I was afraid of. If I enjoy the kiss, and I haven’t been kissed like that in about 5 years, I’m hard pressed to stop.”

I showed surprising restraint. “Then let’s stop. This was all we said we’d do.”

“No.” she said, immediately. “Kiss me again.”

“Aunt Broo–” I tried to say, but I was cut off by her mouth touching mine. Her tongue invaded my mouth and I felt her hand reach down on my ass, pulling my hips into hers.

My erection was becoming painful, smashing up against my jeans. I winced.

She stopped kissing me and pulled back.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” she said, smiling confidently again.

“Uh, a little. Not entirely your fault.” I responded.

“Your pants a little restraining?”

“Honestly, yeah.”

She sighed and hesitated for a moment. Then she looked up at me.

“Take them off.”

“Y… you serious?” I said, shocked.

She nodded. “Yes. It’s hard to enjoy this if you’re in pain, you know.”

I hesitated. About to cross another line.

Fuck it.

I undid my belt, unsnapped by button, lowered the zipper, and kicked off my jeans. My erection was very obvious now, pushing the fabric upward towards the ceiling. She looked down at it, smiled, and looked back up.

“I still got it, apparently.” she spoke, softly.

I have experienced mild sexual tension before, but the intensity of this situation about shoved my beating heart out of my chest. My erection was throbbing and leaking fluids; absorbing into the fabric of my boxer briefs.

“Hmmm.” she said, contemplating.

“So you’re a virgin,” she said again, matter-of-factly, “but that doesn’t mean you haven’t fooled around. What have you done, exactly?”

I cleared my throat. Something is going to happen here.

“Uh… my girlfriend from sophomore year played with my…”

“You can say it.” she said, comforting me.

“… dick.” I finished.

“Okay. And?” she continued.

“I’ve felt her up and put my finger in her, uh…”

She look at me, waiting for me to say it.

“Pussy.”

“And?” she asked.

“That’s it.”

A very wry smile escaped her face. “Wow. No blow jobs?”

“No.”

“Did she ever actually make you cum?”

“… no.”

“And here I thought kids just fucked like rabbits in high school.” she said, laughing.

“Some do. I just didn’t.” I responded.

“Nothing wrong with that,” she said.

I stood there, unsure of what to do next. She looked behind her and pulled a chair out from the table, spun it around.

“Sit.”

I obediently complied. My erection was even more obvious now.

She looked at it and smiled. She then pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her black bra holding her breasts was extremely sexy.

“You look like you’re about to cum right now.” she said.

I raised my hand and smiled, “Uh… virgin.”

Aunt Brooke laughed.

“Try not to cum.” she said, and unclasped her bra, setting her gorgeous tits free. My mouth was dry and I felt overwhelmed. She was standing in front of me, making no contact, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to prematurely cum.

“Good.” she spoke, reassuring me.

She reached next to me, grabbed her glass of wine and took another gulp. “Want any more wine?” she said.

“No thanks.” I responded. I wanted to be as sober as possible.

“I’ll drink yours then,” and she downed my glass.

“Now. Your hot Aunt is standing in front of you, topless, staring at your bulge. What do you do?” she said, smiling seductively.

“Well, right now I’m trying not to jizz in my underpants.” I responded honestly.

She nodded. “Well, you’ve been teasing yourself for weeks now with those videos. Now that the real deal is in front of you, it’s quite different, isn’t it?”

“Uhh, yeah.” I said. “A little.”

She grinned and looked at her boobs. “You like?”

“Uh yeah.” I responded, copying my previous retort. “A little.”

“Want to touch?” she asked.

“Uhh, yeah,” I said again, this time with more aggression. She completed my response.

“A little?”

I nervously laughed.

“Relax.” she said. “You’re doing great. Don’t cum yet.”

Yet…?

She stepped forward and straddled, sitting on my lap facing me without making contact of any kind with my bulge. If she did, I would have lost it.

“Help yourself.” she said, smiling.

My shaking hand slowly reached up and gently cupped Starzbet Yeni Giriş her breast.

Soft.

Warm.

Alluring.

“Oh man,” I said as I gently grabbed her other boob with my free hand, “these are… so nice.”

“Thank you kiddo.” Aunt Brooke responded. She had a look of enjoyment on her face as I massaged and kneaded her unbelievably soft breasts.

“Mmm,” she said, making sure she didn’t touch my throbbing encased erection, “I likey.”

A moment or two passed. She cocked her head and looked at me again. “Kiss them. Please.”

“Yes ma’am.” I said, placing her left nipple on my lips. She moaned slightly.

My mouth opened and I took her nipple and areola into my mouth. My tongue flickered against it, then slow caresses around her areola.

“Ohhh…” she sighed, “good boy.”

I switched to her other breast and enjoyed. Her skin was so soft and velvet-like, and she continued to make affirmative noises as I explored her sensitive spots.

I stopped for a moment to drink in what was happening, and she surprisingly stood up. “Stand.” she demanded.

I did and slightly winced as my throbbing cock brushed up against the fabric. She pointed at it and said, to my delight:

“Lose the boxers and sit back down.”

“You’re the boss.” I said, smiling. I thumbed down my boxer briefs, carefully pulling it around my dick. I pulled them down past my ankles, tossed them near her shirt on the floor and sat back down. The sudden feeling of naked air around my balls was surprising.

My shirt was still on so I was just bottomless at this point.

“Mind if I get rid of the shirt too?” I asked. She nodded, eyeing my privates.

I pulled my shirt and threw it aside. I was completely nude and she was still wearing her jeans. I wasn’t about to ask her to take them off.

She smiled.

“How close are you to cumming?” she asked, genuinely concerned.

“Well… if I started stroking it I-I’d probably cum in a couple of minutes.” I lied. Seconds was more like it.

Her eyes darted back at me.

Lust.

“Hands at your side please.” she said. I complied.

“Keep them there. Do not force anything.” she added.

“What do you mean?” I feigned.

“Well, I’m going to suck you off.” she tied her hair back and leaned downward onto her knees. Her breasts slightly swayed. She pushed my knees apart and leaned in closer.

“Uhh…” I said, more nervous than I’ve ever been in my life, “okay…”

Brooke laughed. “Tell me when you’re about to cum.” She looked down and then back up.

“That’s the nice thing to do when a lady blows you.”

“O-o-okay,” I stammered.

She sighed, looked back down, opened her mouth wide, and placed my throbbing member into her mouth.

My entire body shuddered with pleasure. This sensation was far greater than any I’ve ever experienced. Her head slowly bobbed up and down, taking me deeply, stopping to kiss and lick the sides, making my dick throb and jerk with enjoyment.

I lasted a minute or two before I felt a familiar sensation boiling up in my balls.

“I’m… about to cum…” I said, moving my legs in response.

Aunt Brooke muttered, “Mmmm hmmm” and started bobbing faster, sucking harder.

“Jesus— fuck!” I grunted, feeling my cum erupt from my cock. Brooke kept sucking, making the most seductive slurping noises as she milked every drop from my dick.

“Ohhhh my fucking…” I said as she stopped, leaning back with her hand gently holding my satisfied member.

“That was amazing,” she said, wiping her mouth with her hands.

“You’re telling me!” I responded.

“You came a lot,” she said, “I almost gagged.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be, sweetie.” she said, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss my still-hard cock.

She stood up and went to the sink. Her topless presence was mind blowing to me, as I watched her elegantly reach over to get a glass from the cupboard. She filled the cup with water, swished it around, and spit into the sink.

“Cum is very salty,” she said, rinsing her mouth out.

After she finished, she refilled her glass of wine and took a liberal sip. Her eyes glanced at my cock again.

“Still hard, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said, “But I feel very relieved. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. And yours, obviously.” she jabbed. I smiled.

“Well,” she said, “I’d like to cum too. Would you like to help?”

“Seems only fair, Aunt Brooke.” I said.

She looked at me quizzically. “Strange. You’re calling me ‘Aunt’ is kind of fun. Almost naughty.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I responded.

Brooke walked back around the table and planted a wet, tonguey kiss on me. The taste of wine entered my mouth again. She then reached down and undid her pants, thumbing them down along with her panties at the same time.

The now nude Aunt Brook was standing in front of me.

She then hopped on the kitchen table, sitting with her legs crossed. Her delicious looking thighs covered her lady parts.

“You’re an excellent kisser.” She said. Before I could thank her, she continued:

“That trait goes very well with eating pussy. Want to try?” she said, smiling and beckoning me.

“Sure.” I said, happily.

She scooted back slightly on the table and spread her legs apart. The tiny bit of pubic hair I saw in the videos where I wished I had a zoom feature was finally a reality. I was standing, watching her position herself to receive oral pleasure.

“When aroused, I’m cum easily. And I’m aroused, so please take it slow for me.” she said almost begging.

She spread her pussy lips and pointed to a certain place.

“The clit, right?” I said, proudly.

“Yes, pay extra attention to it. I guess watching porn has its advantages.” she quipped.

I kneeled down. Her ass and pussy were near the edge of the table, so my face and arms were in a perfect position to fully indulge her once I was on my knees.

The moist musky scent permeated my nostrils. I started sucking and licking her pussy lips, exploring and trying different things. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but her affirmative noises and her hand clenching my head convinced me that I was doing good.

“Uhhhh…” she moaned, “Love it…nice and slow.”

I continued my assault on her lips, before moving to her clit. I gave it a couple long, slow licks, just as I do when eating an ice cream cone. Her body tensed, and her moaning was getting louder. I became bolder, making circles on her love button. Her breathing became shallow, and her legs became rigid points straight up.

All of sudden she said, “Benny, do you want to watch your aunt cum? Lick faster now!!”

She started grinding her cunt into my face and her breathing started to quicken. Her back arched, and from my view, her beautiful breasts jiggled and swayed as her body contorted.

I felt more precum dribble down my cock. I was just as turned on as before.

“Ohh… oh… oohh… FUCK! I’m cumming!” She screamed. Her voice echoed through the house, and I felt her juices cover my mouth and chin.

She continued to squirm for a moment, then stopped, catching her breath.

“Well done, Benny.” She said, stroking my hair, “Well fucking done.”

I leaned back, stood up (cock at full attention and inches away from her wet opening).

She smiled at me. “You know, you have a nice cock.” she said, gazing hungrily.

I looked down. It wasn’t a massive, porn-star piece but I was always proud.

“Thanks, Aunt Brooke.” I said, swinging my hips causing my erection to bob back and forth. She laughed and stood up.

“Oh my legs, they are wobbly.” She stretched a bit, getting her footing and balance back.

“Grab your clothes and follow me,” she said, picking hers up.

I obeyed.

I watched as Brooke’s dainty ass swayed back and forth, juices from her pussy glistening as she walked up stairs. She stopped in front of my room and saw my computer monitor still on, screen saver dancing.

“I think you should tape this.” she said, smiling.

“Tape what, exactly?” I responded.

She shook her head with mock disappointment. “Still a virgin, aren’t you?”

I rolled my eyes, walked into my room and unlocked my computer. I pulled up the cam software and started recording.

“It’s recording.”

“Okay, let’s go.” I stood up and followed her into her room. She tossed her clothes by her hamper and turned to face me.

“Had fun so far, kiddo?” she asked, head slightly cocked to the side.

“More than I’ve ever had.” I responded.

“Okay, I need more of your honesty. Promise not to lie?” She asked, staring deep into my eyes.

“Promise.” I said back.

“Do you regret anything we’ve done today?” she asked.

I took a moment to sort my feelings. Did I? Was I feeling guilty for spying on my aunt? Was I feeling regret for our activities today?

“No, actually. I thought I was going to when we kissed, but… I feel really good.” I said, completely honestly.

“Good.” she said. “Now…”

Another sigh came out.

“I was furious with you. I wanted to smack you upside the head once I saw those cameras. I wanted to call your mother up and tell her everything, but…”

She hesitated.

“I’m more interested in being happy than dramatic. I just came out of the most stupid, dramatic divorce. I thought I failed at everything. Then you came along and, well…”

She gestured her arm towards me. Her boobs slightly moved.

“Here we are, naked and horny.”

I chucked.

“Look kiddo, I love you as my nephew. That will never change. We shouldn’t be sucking and licking and cumming all over each other, but we are. We feel that, and it doesn’t feel wrong.”

“If it felt wrong, we wouldn’t be doing this,” she added, “THAT much I can promise you.”

I nodded in complete agreement.

“I don’t want our relationship to change. We can never be a couple. I love your mom and dad so much that I couldn’t embarrass them like this. So, you’ve GOT to promise me that all of THIS,” she gestured again, “stays between us.”

“I promise.”

“You can’t say ANYTHING to ANYONE!!” She glared at me, hands on her hips. “EVER. No bragging to friends.”

“Remember, I can’t tolerate men who lie. Promise me again.” she said.

I took a step closer. She took one back and held up her finger. “Promise me again!” she repeated, her eyebrows raised with intent.

“I promise! I swear!” I said with conviction.

She pointed up at the ceiling fan, “I’ve got you on tape saying that. I’m going to hold you to it.”

“Got it.” I responded.

“Good.” Aunt Brooke seductively sat down on the bed, then laid down, her legs slowly parting and her eyes inviting me over. She licked her lips and cupped one of her breasts. I don’t think she could’ve done anything more seductive than that.

“It’s time to stop being a virgin Benny. Climb aboard your hot, horny aunt and fuck my brains out.”

Without any hesitation, I crawled onto the bed, and laid on top of her. My cock was pressing against her stomach. I kissed her with a lust I’ve never felt, and her hands traced my back down to my ass, gently nuzzling my balls with her fingers.

“I know your first will be quick. That’s okay.”

She reached between us and grasped my oozing, throbbing cock. She fumbled it around, pointing it at her moist entrance.

“Push that hard cock into me.” she said with lust in her voice and eyes.

I nodded, my heart pounding.

“Ready?” she asked, smiling.

“Oh god yes.” I responded.

“Do it.”

I pushed with my hips. My cock slid in with a little resistance. Like a hot knife going through butter. She responded with a quick intake of air. The warm, fleshy grip on my hard cock was unbelievable.

“Ohhh I’ve missed that….” she cooed.

“No more virgin jokes, okay?” I said, smiling.

“Maybe.” she smiled, adjusting to my presence inside her. “That all depends on you now, kiddo.”

“Fuck me. NOW.” she demanded, “Just thrust. Nature will take over.”

I complied. I started with a few long thrusts, then I found my rhythm. Each thrust was harder and faster, and I started fucking as hard as I could.

“Oh, ohhh, fuck, yes, fuck, me, oh, Ben, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she grunted, each word following every massive thrust.

“Harder” she ordered.

I repositioned myself from laying on top to a stance; my feet on the floor and her still laying on the bed. I was able to grab her thighs and thrust harder.

“That’s the spirit,” she moaned as I was able to fuck her even harder, “OH OH OH FUCK! Benny I’m going to cum hard.. NOW!!!!

Her pussy was squeezing my cock like a vice grip. But I kept fucking her. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and she could sense it.

“I’m about to cum, Aunt Brooke!”

“Pull out baby,” she responded. I really didn’t want to, but I did, and she quickly reached down and started jerking my cock furiously.

“Cum baby, all over Aunt Brooke’s tits!”

“Uhhhh!” I yelled. She cupped my balls and tickled my scrotum, and I came. The first hit landed on her neck, and the next several in between her boobs. They glistened with sweat and cum. She smiled and milked my cock as much as she could.

“That’s my nephew,” she said, smiling up at me, “You did wonderfully.”

“Thank,” I said, breathing heavily, “you!”

“You’re welcome, sweetie.” She reached over and pulled a stray towel off of her bed post and wiped herself down.

“Want to try again?” she asked with a devilish grin.

That was a dumb question.

I was able to get hard again rather quickly. She then introduced me to “doggy style,” which ended up being my favorite position because I could grab her hips and fuck her without restraint.

We spent the next week kissing, sucking, licking, fucking, and cumming. I’m pretty sure there were a few days where we didn’t even think about wearing clothes.

I recorded every single session until my secondary hard drive was full.

Eventually Aunt Brooke found a job and moved out into her own place. I was sad to see her go, but happy that I would be able to visit her and it would just be the two of us.

Our “sessions” together eventually ended as she found someone who wasn’t a douche bag. I told her I had to approve of him. The dude was an electrical engineer with an interest in making portable electronics, including cameras.

Go figure.

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