Halloween,

Their First Time

It was the annual neighborhood Halloween party and young Sammy was finally getting to stay for the adults only portion of the party. The last two or three years he and his friends have been hearing the rumors that the party always degenerated into a full scale orgy. There are about thirty houses and families that usually attend the huge costume party every year. So when you count all of the wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, kids, a few other relatives and some friends you have a possible two hundred or so guests that usually showed up.

Sammy and his two closest friends, Wilber and Fred, all were eighteen this year and were the typical horny teenagers. There were about ten or so young girls their age that the three of them thought were really hot and four of the mothers on the block that any of the three friends would give their left nut to have sex with. Three of the four mothers belonged to the trio and the fourth one lived in the house between Sammy and Fred.

Wilber’s mother, Nancy, was thirty eight years old and on the slender side. In a bikini she looked good enough to eat. A fantasy all three boys have had dozens of times. She came to the party as Peter Pan. Fred’s mother, Andrea, looks a lot like Nancy, only a little taller and has better legs. Again their fantasies had her shapely legs wrapped around them more than a time or two. She came to the party dressed as a French Maid. Sammy’s mother, Lucy, was thirty six years and looked like a twin to Ann Margaret, except she had much bigger breasts. All of the horny youths had sucked those tits raw more than just a few times, in their night time fantasies as they jacked off. She came as the Devil. Her red sheer body suit did nothing to hide her fantastic body. Finally there was Wanda, stunning forty year old Wanda. She looked so much like Linda Carter she was always getting asked for her autograph. So, naturally, she came as Wonder Woman.

The three horny teenagers were standing together in a corner and each was sipping a beer. The state they live in allows drinking at eighteen. By midnight or so the four sexy women had had plenty to drink and were feeling little or no pain, horny as hell and very mischievous. All four of them had on an occasion or two had strayed from the straight and narrow. It looked like tonight that might occur for all four of them again. Sammy’s dad had been following Wanda around like a puppy dog in heat and she was encouraging him as well. Finally, the two of them slipped out the back door and found their way to the pool house in the far corner of the yard. Almost as soon as they were inside the small changing room Wonder Woman had both breasts in Big Sam’s meaty paws and his mouth was devouring her tits like a starving man. In just a few minutes they were both as naked as they day they came into the world. In this condition they ended up on the floor in a torrid sixty-nine position.

Wilber had been chatting up Fred’s mother all night and it was about to pay off big time. Andrea and he were locked in a tight embrace on the dance floor swaying to a slow sensual Latin beat song. Wil’s hard on was pressed between them and rubbing up and down on her tight stomach muscles. She pulled his head down and whispered something in his ear. Soon, they too disappeared from the main party room. In the bedroom they found it easy to fuck doggie style. Wilber just hammered and hammered his best friend’s mom’s pussy from behind.

Fred had also been busy trying to find the combination to unlock the key to Nancy’s treasure box. He finally could not come up with anything clever so he decided to take a big chance on the direct approach and he simply asked her if she like to have sex with him. To his astonishment, amazement and total delight she agreed! Fred found himself in between Nancy’s slim legs and pounding her pussy like a runaway jackhammer. Total lust and power, no finesse what so ever. Just what the horny middle aged woman wanted.

Lucy, in an almost total alcohol induced trance, watched as her husband and three friends wandered ordu escort off to have sex and wondered why she hadn’t been hit on yet. Just about that time her son, Sammy, walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her upper body. The son’s hands came to rest on his mother’s huge tits. He gingerly, lest he get rebuked, cupped and squeezed them. Lucy leaned back against her son, closed her eyes and murmured,

“Yes, yes, just like that! Hold me tight.”

At this point Lucy did not know it was her son was giving her so much pleasure. The attention to her breasts sent an electrical impulse coursing through her veins and set her pussy on fire. Sammy leaned down and nuzzled his mother on the side of the neck, another of her highly erogenous zones. She went weak in the knees. And with her eyes still tightly shut said,

“We need to take this some place private!”

As luck would have it, they were standing in front of an open door to an empty bedroom. Holding his mother by her trembling tits he walked them towards the bed. As they went forward he pulled her red body stocking off of her shoulders. When she got next to the bed Sammy pulled her costume completely free of her fantastic body. He nudged her forward onto the bed and she laid face down on the bed, with her hips slightly elevated, a perfect position for rear entry. Sammy put his face between his mother’s firm ass cheeks and licked her pussy from the rear. It was so wet he couldn’t believe it. It tasted better than any of the limited few teenage girls he had previously eaten out. Whilst he was licking his mother’s wonderful pussy he was pulling his clothes off. Once he was naked he got on his knees right behind his mother’s hips. He lined up the head of his massive dick and placed the head of it in between her dripping pussy’s lips. Sammy’s passion wracked mother groaned out,

“Take me, fill me with your penis!”

Somehow, Sammy instinctively knew he should slowly drive his dick as far in as it would go and then pause before repeating his motion. When he paused his mother whimpered out,

“Oh yes, oh yes, that feels so good, so big, so deep, god I love it!”

Sammy pulled back until only the head was held in her sheath. The he reinserted fully. Slowly he repeated the motion. Deep as he could he went, and then returned to where only the head remained inserted. Over and over he went in and out, gradually building speed. Finally his hips were nearly a blur. His mother began to have one mini climax after another. And she was getting more and more vocal. Alternating from making plain animal sounds to words of encouragement on how good it felt. Sammy had never heard or seen his mother in such a state before. Never in all of the times that he had spied on her and his father making love had she acted like this. Finally she yelled out at him,

“I’m going to cum and cum big, I want you to fill me at the same time!”

With that she exploded in a body wracking orgasm of near epic proportions. Sammy couldn’t hold back and his dick gave up the biggest load of cum he had ever delivered, blast after blast, rope after rope of his white sticky cum filled his mother’s pussy to overflowing. So much that it ran out on both sides of his thrusting dick and puddled in a large pool under his mother’s wanton body. She let out what appeared to be a last gasp of life and slowly slipped into blissful post sex slumber.

Sammy’s dick finally went soft and he retreated from behind his mother’s well fucked body. He stood and watched her for a few minutes and aloud he said,

“I don’t believe she knows who I am and that it was her son who fucked her!”

Sammy decided to keep his secret to himself. After all, somehow, he probably will be able to use tonight to get her in bed again. He wants her to suck his cock. He has watched her suck his dad so many times and she looks like she sucks a mean cock. His dad’s dick is an inch or so shorter and a little less thick than he is and his mother can deep throat all of it.

Sammy, Fred and Wilber finally caught osmaniye escort up with each other about three AM. They all tried to talk at once, both to brag to tell whom they had fucked and to see whom the other two fucked. In past discussions all had agreed that their three mothers would be the ultimate conquests. They had all promised not to get mad if one of the other two did their mother. After all, the three of them lusted after their three mothers as well as lusting after Wanda.

Fred, “Will Wilber did you get lucky with any one?”

Wilber, “Yes, as a matter of fact I did!”

Sammy, “Who?”

Wilber,

“Andrea!”

Fred,

“I’ll be damned!”

Wilber,

“You’ll be damned, not mad?”

Fred,

“No not mad, I’ll be damned because I got Nancy!”

Fred and Wilber turned to Sammy and said, in one voice,

“Well did you get lucky too?”

Sammy,

“I sure did!”

Fred and Wilber turned to Sammy and again said, in one voice,

“You lucky bastard you got to do the always fantastic Wanda!”

Sammy,

“Well , no actually, my dad pounded Wanda in the pool house.”

Fred and Wilber turned to Sammy and for the third time said, in one voice,

“Then who?”

Pausing for dramatic effect Sammy finally said,

“You’ll never guess.”

After going through the names of nearly every woman at the party they finally gave up and said,

” Ok, who already?”

“Well you’re not gonna believe this, but, I nailed Lucy!”

Wilber,

“Holy fucking shit, you actually fucked your own mother?”

Fred,

“How’s it feel to do your own mom?”

“It was fantastic, much better than I have imagined it late at night pulling my dick and wishing it was her pussy in place of my hand.”

Wilber,

“That’s awesome! If I had the chance I’d do my mom too! Fred how about it would you do your mom?”

Reluctantly Fred confessed he would do his mom too.

Part II

The next few weeks passed in a blur for the three horny teenagers. Their fantasies became downright outrageous. Try as they might, none of them could figure out a way to get to the four women. Finally an idea began to form. They decided the path to their plan passed through Wanda. Everyone knew she loved sex and given the right circumstance she’d put out. Sammy and Fred usually took turns mowing Wanda’s big back yard. This particular weekend it was unseasonably warm and Wanda was in a very tiny thong laying out in the back yard, next to the pool, working on her tan. The boys somehow mixed up who was supposed to cut the grass this Saturday and they both went next door to do their assigned task. When they ran into each other, at the gate, they laughed it off and agreed to both do Wanda’s yard.

The unsuspecting youth’s walked into Wanda’s back yard and what a sight greeted them! She was on the chaise lounge spread eagled on her back. Her massive tits stuck up proud and firm. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds. Wanda’s legs were parted very wide and her thong had no chance of hiding a very pretty pussy. She had on dark sunglass so Sammy and Fred were not sure if she was awake or not. They just stood there, with massive erections straining to get free from their baggy shorts, and stared at her. Wanda just watched them studying her, and she got wet thinking about the two big dicks she saw straining to get free. Wanda loves sex and better than that, she loves big dicks, the bigger the better. The three of them had the same thought at the same time. How do we get to fuck each other? The boys continued to stare, still unsure if Wanda was awake. Finally she closed her legs and rolled over on her stomach. She untied the top to her flimsy suit and said to Sammy and Fred,

“I might get a very bad sunburn in this heat, could you two rub some suntan lotion on my back please?”

Quickly they were each on one side of her. Sammy grabbed the suntan lotion bottle and drizzled a trail of oil criss-cross on her back, drew a circle on each cheek of her sinop escort fabulous ass and then ran a string of oil from her ass to her heels and back to her ass. Fred started at her right ankle and Sammy started at her left ankle. As they massaged the oil into the middle aged woman’s fantastic legs they smiled at each other. They took their sweet time on her long muscular legs. By the time they reached the bottom of her ass, she was on fire. Sammy lifted his hands over the woman beneath him and began to work the oil in to her supple back. Some of the oil had rolled down both sides of her rib cage and soon Sammy was working the oil into the exposed sides of her large breasts. Fred took an ass check in both hands and massaged the oil deeply into her pliant skin. He untied the two ties holding her tiny tong in place and poured some more oil directly on her exposed pussy. She arched her hips slightly up and Fred slipped his hand between her legs and soon had her pussy completely covered in suntan oil. He slipped a couple of fingers into Wanda and she arched back at the invading hand. With Fred’s other hand he dropped his shorts down around his ankles and pointed his massive erection at the opening displayed before him. Still not a word had been spoken by any of them. Sammy silently mouthed the words to his friend,

“Go for it, if she’d wanted us to stop she’d never have let it get this far!”

Wanda’s pussy was completely drenched. Her juices were flowing like a river in the rain forest and the suntan oil made it even slipperier. Fred slammed his dick clear to his balls on the first thrust, filling her completely with the largest dick she’d ever had in her body, and that covers a lot of dicks. She raised her head and moaned loudly,

“My god that is a big dick, I love it!”

Sammy was waiting for his chance, and while she was speaking he freed his own massive tool and shoved it into Wanda’s very willing mouth. Fred was hammering away like a man possessed by demons and Sammy was forcing his dick down Wanda’s experienced throat. This was pure animal lust. The boys took Wanda like an army takes a hill. They took no prisoners. After Fred and Sammy had their initial climaxes they turned Wanda over on her back and swapped ends. She weakly tried to protest, saying they’d used her up. They paid her no mind. Sammy slipped his dick into where his best friend had stretched Wanda to a point way beyond any one had before. He is a little fatter than Fred and at least two inches longer than his friend. When he finally hit bottom Wanda exploded in another huge climax.

“No more, please no more, I can’t take it! I won’t be able to walk for a week!”

Again while she was trying to talk she had a huge dick shoved down her throat. Now Sammy was fucking her like he was a Doomsday machine. Fred loves to face fuck women. In fact he’d rather have his dick sucked than get laid. Fred was straddling the chaise lounge Wanda was on. He was fucking her tits and mouth at the same time. His thighs held her massive tits together forming a great fuck tunnel and he had a hold of her by both side s of the head. She couldn’t get away if she tried, not that she wanted to. Sammy had both of her legs up over his shoulders and was filling her on every downward thrust. Wanda went into a state of sexual overload. All she could do was cum and cum over and over again. Since the two boys had already cum once, they pounded Wanda for what seemed like a month.

Wanda was in a constant state of orgasmic bliss. Fred finally got to the point of no return and he shoved all he had deep down Wanda’s throat and exploded. Just a short time later Sammy was ready to cum. He is a bit of a pervert and he pulled free just as Wanda started another climax. With the slipperiness caused by Wanda’s juices, the suntan oil, Fred’s cum his dick was supper slippery, just what was need for what he had in mind. While Wanda was in the throes of her biggest climax of the day Sammy lined his dick up with the tiny star shaped opening to her asshole. Without warning and without stopping, he invaded her seldom used backdoor passage.

Wanda’s ass was tight and shallow. All Sammy could get in was six inches. Four strokes were all it took for him to explode. Wanda had another massive orgasm and simply passed out. Fred and Sammy looked at each other and both said,

“We’d better mow the grass now.”

Preamble:

There is nudity, exhibitionist and voyeuristic tension, incestual sex in this story.

In Chapter 1, in a hotel room setting, mature couple, Ethan and Em, enlist the help of their son, David, to take intimate photos of them to memorialise their fiftieth birthdays cum thirtieth wedding anniversary.

In Chapter 2, the playful champagne-fueled photoshoot frisson leads to the dad taking simulated intimate mum-son photos for a lark. As it is late, the son stays overnight in the room.

This chapter is on the morning after the photoshoot.

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A mellifluous rising musical tone marks the new dawn.

It is David’s cellphone.

David is a nocturnal beast. Not a morning person. Certainly not at the crack of dawn on a Saturday. But, David has a symbiotic, almost telepathic relationship with his cellphone. An uncanny bond. His eyes flicker open at the first chime of his cellphone. He quickly quieses the cellphone so as not to wake his parents.

The message reads: New development on Shanghai deal. Details in email. Need you there pronto.

David texts: No rest for the wicked. Noon flight. See ya.

David rises in a dissonant daze from the sofa bed, shaking off his pall of sleep. He makes his way to the washroom, passing his parents who are soundly asleep. He pauses at the bed to inform his parents that he has to go off, to attend to work matters.

The quilt is gathered in a clutter at his parents’ feet. They are naked. His dad lies flat on his back, snoring in deep coma. A night person. His mum grafts herself over his dad. Her right leg drapes over his genitals, as if clambering on him in suspended animation.

David scans his parents. His eyes laser into his mum. In her position, each of her arse cheeks are proffered with distinct expressed personalities, like individually sculpted orbs. The underside of her lady parts is exposed.

Where one expects to see a lurid flowering of petals on this mature form, there is, almost surreally, a pristine minimalist gash. And then, less elegantly, but just as sensually compelling, a puckered anus, delineated by a faint imprint hint of oily o-ring. Barely six hours ago, David had entered this private nether universe, and left his visitation evidence there. This thought gives David a twitch.

This image before David can pass off as an art class perspective posterior study of a young woman, of youthful body lines, except for the light Rubenesque thighs and hips. A confounding concoction of mature and the cusp of womanhood. It is in this pleasant aesthetic frame of mind that David ponders adoringly over this body sculpt work that is his mother.

Sensing their deep transcendental sleep, an emboldened David bends down to appraise his mother’s nether charms at the level of detail she deserves. How pretty her lady parts look. He is glad that she is giving him the privilege of seeing her most intimate charms again, albeit implicitly, this time, in the crystal clarity of early morning light, without the restraining tension of bashfulness of the night before, even though she doesn’t know it. Or, does she? His parents have probably decided that given the chill nudity in the photoshoot of the night before, their sleeping nude is not a big deal.

David remembers that his mum is an early morning person. And a pin drop light sleeper. But, maybe on this new dawn, she is sleeping off her champagne. She is a light drinker. And she drank copious volumes last night. Her vulnerability to champagne-strawberries pairing.

David has to muster all his will to resist running his fingers through her vaginal slit. He imagines the sensation of caressing her delicate inner folds. The thing about women with minimalist exteriors is that there is a sort of layered mystique to be peeled, which adds to the allure, maddeningly rationing the sensuality.

David has to capture this moment. He takes a close-up photo with his cellphone. This is the least that he must do, even though it is so wrong on many levels.

A resounding click in the still room air!

Oops!

He forgot to mute his cellphone. Is that a fleeting flutter of his mum’s eyes? Did he see the whites of her eyes?

But, she appears to be serenely asleep as before. An animation of rapid eye movement. Par for the dreamland course. He hopes…

His mum moves. David recoils in mortification. Will he be caught out? She turns to the other side, facing David, coiled, knees bent, right leg ahead of left, arse orbs kırşehir escort dramatically trussed and cocked up.

Davids decides that he is skating on thin voyeur ice. He is a flicker of an eyelid from being caught out. It is one thing to study his mum with artistic intent in a champagne-fueled photoshoot. It is quite another to ascertain his mum like a museum treasure artefact. And he has a noon flight to catch.

He doesn’t have the heart to wake up his slumbering parents. They are naked. It is different if they are under the quilt cover. In the glaring morning light, they may be embarrassed. He will message his parents later on his early departure. Much as he likes to linger to contemplate his mother’s maternal charms, David wills himself away from the epicentre of the sensual maelstrom, to the washroom. He gazes back at his mother for a final lingering look. He deliberates on whether to take another cellphone photo of this refreshed perspective view of his mother’s charm. No! He has to move on if he is not to miss his flight.

The washroom is bathed in brilliant skylight. The new dawn apparently starts right here. The last vestiges of David’s sleepiness fall away in this assault of morning light.

David shrugs off his hotel bathrobe which he slept in. He sports a double boner. A fulsome aggregate of the frisson of appreciating his mother’s feminine charms, and his custom morning wood. A unity of sensory and physiological impulses to start his day.

To David’s surprise, the washroom door clicks open. David instinctively reaches for his bathrobe. But it is out of reach in the laundry basket.

It is his mother. Unfazedly naked as the day she gave birth to naked David.

David begins to explain. Em places a quietening finger to her son’s lips. She then slides her finger sensuously from one extremity of his lips to the other. His lips are sealed. Hermetically.

Mother looks knowingly at her son’s erection. Her senses were coddled and coloured by champagne last night. This morning, under brilliant skylight, she has a clarity of senses. It is the most formidable manhood she has ever seen, in rippling flesh, in her life. She drinks in its measure for a few seconds. What she has produced at birth, and enhanced over, in the frisson moment here and now, is what every mother wishes on her son. She feels a delicious tingle blend of taboo delirium and motherly pride elation. She shudders at the possibilities to come.

Em sits on the edge of the bathtub. She motions her son to come over. Curiously, she crosses her legs, sitting coquettishly, concealing her bottom, as if protecting what she can of her maternal modesty, under the circumstances.

David stands ramrod in front of his mother. Michelangelo’s David, only better, sculpted in pliant warm flesh. He is statuesquely in her face.

Em runs her fingernails experimentally up and down her son’s length. Slowly, softly. Her first touch in illuminating daylight. Then again. On one side. Then, the other. She traces an imaginary axis line up to the bulbous head, as if ascertaining its geometrical properties. She sees a prominent thick blue vein which veers a meandering pathway across the length of his shaft. His signature line. Drawn out. She studiously traces the vein once, one way, and backwards, as if ascertaining a wayward graph against its axis.

Em finds her son’s penis pleasing to the eye. Nice size and girth. But, not so long and fat as to be lewd and vulgar. Michelangelo’s David. And now hers.

David is piqued by his mother’s fascination. As if his mother is a student all over again, in her first biology lab class, inspired by what mother nature can reveal to those who seek her deeper secrets. His noon flight recedes farther into the horizon of his mind.

Em examines David closely. This is only the second manhood she has seen in the flesh, in her life. She bends down to look. She touches it. It is so hard! She squeezes it a little. Strokes it. Feeling all around. She takes it all in for a moment to get its measure. She pays David no mind. It is as if his penis is a separate being, disembodied from her son.

Em loves the way her son’s skin stretches as he grows. The way the head gets bigger and bigger. Those first little gathering drops of male arousal. And the way his balls tighten up. She cups them like treasured objects with one hand. Then, they loosen again, hanging down and swinging. Then, tightening up.

Em deftly uses malatya escort a finger to move them back and forth, fondling them, just slightly swinging them as if they are bells. All in slow motion. No hurry. A studious look on her face.

David watches his mum’s ministrations with a touch of amusement. It reminds him of his physics lab class where they experimented with a series of shiny hung balls in pendular motion.

Em halts. She grasps his penis with her whole hand. Holds it there. Feels its thickness and hardness. Squeezes it ever so slightly every few seconds.

This is driving David closer to the edge. But, he can tell his mother is just getting a sense of his physicality. His feeling is indescribable.

With her thumb and index finger, she encircles his penis. Grabs it right below the head, ascertaining its circumference.

Em marvels at the work of art. It is so beautiful. Art in service of sensuality. A life all its own. Her son can will it, and yet, it has a stubborn persistent will force of its own. A manifestation of the elusive mystery of body-mind dualism which philosophers continue to ponder sagely to this day. Kind of like free will. People have it for all intents and purposes, and yet, do we really? It is so David, and yet, not David. Spasming. Swaying. A poetic beast. It takes her breath away to watch how fabulous his body is.

Em touches the tip of his penis with her index finger. Teasing more drops to seep out. She doodles her finger in the liquid. She lightly spreads the moistness over the head of his penis. Coating it. She leans over for a closer look.

David loves watching her breasts with her every move. Her undulating arcs. Her nipples, hard and pointed with conviction. They too seem to have a life of their own.

Em holds her son’s erection straight up, at a ninety degree angle to his stomach. She wraps her fingers around it. She begins stroking. Then, slowly pumping up and down. He is slippery from his own fluids, and is in such a state. She bends over closer, her face hovering above the head of his penis. A saliva drop. Her finger smooths her saliva around the head. Not that he needs extra lubrication. She is just having motherly fun.

She pumps more. Up and down. Then, with her hand firmly at his base, she holds it there. His shaft sticking straight up, like some spire. His penis wavers a little, leaks some, the fine granules of arousal dribbling down his shaft.

Em stops.

She assumes a classic doggy pose on the floor. Primal. David feels his loins stir in anticipation.

David gazes toward his mother’s shoulders and her long soft hair cascading between them at the moment when she glances back at him. Their eyes lock.

David appears torn and agonized. The liberal excesses of last night’s photoshoot of artistic simulated intimacies under the direction of his dad, and the champagne, is one thing. But, what is about to happen is willful carnal incest in broad daylight. And his dad is right outside the washroom, a mere five metres away. What if his dad suddenly decides to use the washroom?

Em smiles reassuringly, adding a slight nod. Em points her luscious rear upward in further affirmation. A completely unobstructed view of her slightly parted arse, and fully exposed and completely smooth vagina.

David is standing directly behind his mother’s upturned arse. His penis feels so hard, so huge. It actually eclipses his view of her behind as he looks down at her, the length of his shaft obscuring her arse crack from his point of view. It is with a sudden jolt back to the reality of the moment that he realises this whole time that his mother has been turning her head, looking back and up at his growing manhood.

David’s face reddens. Last night’s experience had been different. In the dimness, his erection had understandably been fueled by the physical contact and repetitive motion of moving back and forth against his mother’s naked flesh. Up to this point, he hasn’t even touched her, yet here he is, a raging penis, a being unto itself, with an inconsequential man attached, little else.

He can smell his mother. Piquant. It is a scent that he finds intoxicating. He glances down at the source of the scent. With a perfectly silky smooth vagina, there is nothing to obscure the fact that she is wet, as stimulated as he is. He is so enthralled with the thought that his mother is as eager as he is.

Em lowers her upper half even further. David’s niğde escort penis brushes against his mother’s arse. They both gasp. David lifts up slightly. He touches the tip of his penis against his mother’s most intimate, as if to complete the electric current circuit.

David realises that he is drooling copious amounts of precum. It is so enthralling. He almost feels like the next time he even so much as grazes her body with his penis, it will explode into the largest climax of his life.

Slowly but surely, they lower themselves even further. Although it still sends shivers of lust through every fibre of David’s being, he miraculously does not climax the moment his penis touches his mother’s naked buttocks again. In fact, his shaft is now resting snugly in her crack.

David lifts up. Another electric shock of pleasure zaps through him as he feels his mother shift her weight slightly to one elbow, as she uses a free hand to reach back and tentatively grasp the shaft of his penis.

Davids feels his stiff penis being angled out away from his body, almost straight down. He realises what she is trying to do. She is trying to position it down and in-between.

Em parts her legs a little more. She angles her hips just so. David feels the shaft of his penis being pulled down and in-between his mother’s inner thighs. The upper length of his penis is now pressed firmly up against her moist labia. David shifts his weight as they connect this way. A sudden gasp escapes from Em’s lips. Her first emission of sound from this mime performance.

Em’s body begins to quiver.

David feels a sheen of sweat form on his mother’s back. Incredibly, it seems to get warmer and wetter where his penis is pressed against his mother’s vagina.

Em is in orgasm. She is experiencing a powerful climax. And this is just with her son pressing against her. Not even moving.

All David can do is to stand there, his teeth clenched tight, his body stiff and shivering in excitement, as this incredible orgasm seems to bubble up from deep within his mother’s core. It seems to build and build, and last and last.

David returns his focus on himself. At his first stroke his mother bucks, instinctively bringing her arse further up. She backs her son flush against the wall while he humps her mercilessly. David has his hands gripping her hips, guiding her pushes and grinds while his penis makes movements inside her, to emit loose, sucking sounds that electrifies him. His first ten measured strokes result in another of her vaginal contractions. She keeps pressing her arse harder against his strokes, wedging her son against the wall. The hot, meaty penetrations of her love canal is getting to feel more pleasurable with each new stroke now.

David feels his sperms welling. He starts pushing his mother away a little, grinding faster, trying to initiate long strokes, while cryptically warning his mother by his tightening grip on her hips that he is climaxing.

Em jams her son harder, swivels and grinds her arse tightly, as if demanding him to leave it in.

Em orgasms again. David feels a joyous jolt of semen lava. He ?is wedged. He can’t pull out. David shoots again and again?deep inside as he tries to pull out. But his mother slams him, to milk his every drop. When Em at last senses that her son has fired his last salvo, she gently, mercifully crawls forward as David exits.

Mother and son collapse into a tangled body heap. They stretch out on the floor, under brilliant glassy morning skylight, cuddling in an unstated bond of silence.

Curiously, after a minute, Em gets up without a sound. Not a word is exchanged. Em perfunctorily cleans herself. She leaves the washroom naked as if she has satiated a routine nature’s call, and goes back to bed.

Ethan is unmoved in the same frozen slumberous position as when Em left him earlier. Em instinctively glances down at his bedroom slippers. Have they moved?

Em is a morning person. A dawn beast. Her morning is done. She lapses back easily to deep slumber. Ethan and Em are serene as canned peach.

In seven hours, David has come three times. And until last night, he has never seen his mum in anything less than a one-piece swimsuit. One word. Seismic.

David cleans up. He leaves the hotel room quietly. On the way to the car park, he messages his dad that he has to go off because of a work contingency.

Seven miles high later.

David is installed in his First Class cocoon. Champagne and strawberries lunch. The skylight emanating from his cabin window is brilliant. As pure as light can get.

David whips out his cellphone.

To be continued…

In the next chapter, the couple reviews the mum-son intimate photos of the previous night’s photoshoot. How will it pan out?

It’s Midnight on Saturday, my parents are out of town and I have the house to myself to catch up on all my favorite shows on my DVR when the doorbell rings. I go to answer it and standing in the doorway holding up my sister Gina is her friend Jackie.

“Hey Tony, it looks like Gina enjoyed her 18th birthday a little too much, she is pretty drunk. Sorry to drop her like this, but I have to get home before my parents get home. Bye.” Jackie said, pushing her into my arms.

Gina stumbled into my arms and I walked her over to the couch.

“Gina, are you ok? How much did you have to drink?”

“Tony, I am so drunk, I played beer pong all night. I think I won!” she slurred to me.

This weekend Gina turned 18, she is two years younger than me, so I try to look out for her when I can. Looks like this time I couldn’t. I think this is the first time she drank alcohol and it is showing the effects.

“Tony, I am so drunk, please don’t tell Mom and Dad, they will kill me” Gina said.

“I won’t tell them, but they will be home in the morning so you need to get to bed ASAP and sleep this off.” Gina just laid on the couch motionless.

As I looked at her, I noticed that my little sister is actually pretty hot. She is wearing a short tight blue skirt with a red tank top. She is about 5’6 with shoulder length wild black hair and brown eyes. We are 100% Italian and it shows. Gina has thick eyebrows, long beautiful lashes and fine black hairs that cover her arms. For a girl with hair on her arms they are very feminine and sexy.

Her breasts are about 34B or larger and nicely shaped. As my sister was laying on the couch, I took the opportunity to gently caress her sexy arms and lightly brush the hair on her arms.

“Gina, let’s go upstairs and get you to bed.” I said as I now shook her arms.

“Ok, Ok, Tony, but you have to help me up the stairs, I don’t think that I can make it.”

I pulled on Gina’s arm and put my arm under her armpits and picked her up off the couch. I held her up and helped her walk up the stairs.

We finally made it to the hallway heading toward her bedroom when she said, “I think I am going to be sick, get me to the bathroom, quick!”

I grabbed Gina and dragged her into the bathroom, dropped her on the floor in front of the toilet and lifted the lid. Gina immediately threw up barely making the toilet. The second time she threw up she wasn’t as lucky. She got it in her hair and all over and almost on her tank top.

“Oh Tony, I don’t feel good. There is puke is in my hair. I hope I didn’t get it on my top, it is brand new,” she cried.

“Gina I think you should take off your top, if you get puke on your top, Mom will know when she does laundry and you will be busted.” I warned her.

“I don’t want to take off my top, I am not wearing a bra. I don’t want you to see my tits.” After saying that, she immediately threw up again.

“I have seen many girl’s boobs before, don’t be embarrassed. Is it worth getting caught by Mom and Dad? You will be grounded for weeks and I will also be in trouble.”

“Oh crap, you are right. Please help me off with my top.”

With that, Gina raised her arms and I reached down and slowly pulled her top over her head. She immediately covered her breasts with her arms. She was kneeling in front of the toilet resting between throw-ups. I pulled her hair back and gently ran my hand up and down her back. She was getting goose bumps all over her body and the hair on her arms quickly stood on end. I brushed my fingertips up and down her arms. She felt relaxed.

“Tony, you are the best brother a girl could ever have. Thank you so much.”

Just when I thought things had calmed down, Gina shrieks, “Tony my stomach doesn’t feel good, I have to shit!”

Suddenly, Gina quickly stood up turned around, pulled down her skirt and panties and just as she sat on the toilet a brown turd exited her ass.

“Tony, please help me, I feel so sick, and I will never drink again. I promise. I’m so embarrassed.”

“Gina, don’t be embarrassed, I did the same thing you did, but Dad was taking care of me. I was grounded for a month.” Gina grinned when she heard that.

At this point there was no hiding herself, my 18 year old sister was sitting in front of me naked on the toilet. Her puke stained hair was covering her left breast and the other was completely exposed. Her perky tit was cone shaped, about 34B with a large dark brown silver dollar areola covering the complete tip of her breast. She still had goose bumps so her nipple was totally erect standing at attention. I couldn’t believe how big her nipples and areolas were. I am used to seeing small pink nipples on the women I have dated. These were outstanding.

I moved in front of her and once again began rubbing her arms. Her legs were spread as she continued to go to the bathroom. Just as Gina had long black hair, and hair on her arms, she had a nice thick black bush between her legs. I was shocked that she didn’t shave, but pleasantly surprised. Two more turds dropped from her ass then karaman escort a clear stream of piss flowed out of her beautiful hairy pussy. I pretended not to look, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her bush.

I handed her toilet paper and said, “Why don’t you clean up while I wash my hands.”

“Thanks.” She said.

As much as I wanted to see her wipe her pussy clean, I felt that I should give her some privacy.

“Do you feel better?” I asked.

“A little, but now I have puke in my hair and on my arms.”

“You need a shower, luckily you didn’t get any on your clothes for Mom to see. Just take a shower so that you are clean in the morning when they get home. Do you need help with your shower?” I offered.

“No, I should be alright,”she answered.

“If you need help, let me know.”

I left the bathroom disappointed and stood outside the door for a minute.

Then I heard, “Tony, are you there? I do need your help.”

I opened the door and Gina was standing up, completely naked, holding on to the bathroom sink.

“I stood up to take off my skirt and I my head began spinning. Please help me,” she cried.

I grabbed a hold of her arms and led her in to the shower. If I was to let go of her I was afraid she might fall.

“Tony, you need to get in the shower and help me.”

“I can’t get my clothes wet, Mom will wonder why my clothes are all wet.”

“Then take them off. You get to see me naked, I should get to see you naked. Fair is fair.” she smiled.

I started to take off my shirt and watched the expression on her face as she was watching me strip. I unbuckled my belt and began to pull off my pants. Her eyes gazed at the bulge in my boxer briefs.

“Ok, let’s get started”, I said as I walked in the shower.

“Hold on!” she yelled. “Take off your boxers. Show me what you are hiding. Fair is fair!” she reminded me.

She stared at my bulge as I pulled down my boxers and exposed my cock which was dangling five inches between my legs. I was too nervous to get hard, it seemed awkward. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened.

“Wow that is huge! I have only seen a few cocks, but yours is the biggest I have seen.” She shouted.

I am not used to someone staring at my cock, but I can’t blame her. I hope she hasn’t seen too many cocks like she said.

“So now that we are both naked, what do you think of me?” She asked.

She stood in front of me and moved her hair behind her ears.

“Gina, you are my sister!” I said.

“Right so you can be honest with me. Tell me the truth. Do you like my nipples? I think they are too big.” She said as she pushed her tits together.

“Your nipples are unique. Most of the girls I have seen have small pink nipples. Guys like big nips.” I reassured her.

“Yeah, I guess you are right. Many of the girls in gym class have small nipples except for the girls with really big tits. I am the only one in my class with small tits and big nipples. My areolas are so dark compared to others.”

“That’s because you’re Italian, we have dark features.” I told her.

“I guess you are right. My friend Jackie is Irish and hers are pink. What do you think of my bush? Is it too hairy?” She asked as she ran her fingers through it fluffing it up.

“Most of the girls in my class shave, but I don’t want to look like a girl, I want to look like a woman! Do you understand where I am coming from?”

“I do and I agree with you. What does Jackie’s bush look like?” I asked.

“She shaves her lips, but has some hair above the lips. She doesn’t have a full triangle like me. She is Irish and has very fine hair to begin with, while I am hairy, look at my arms.” She said as she extended her arm running her fingers up and down gently brushing her beautiful arm hair.

“Are you feeling better? You look better.”

“Yes, I hate to say it, but throwing up was the best thing to do, even though I am a mess.”

“Before we start the shower, now I have to piss.” I told her as I started exiting the shower.

“Hold on, don’t leave! You can piss in here.”

“What, you don’t think it’s gross?”

“How much grosser can things get, I am covered in puke.” She laughed.

“Besides, I never seen a guy piss, I also want to feel what it is like to piss like a guy.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked nervously.

“I don’t want you to think that I am weird or anything, but I want you to stand behind me, and put your dick between my legs. I want to hold your dick while you piss as though I am the guy. Can we try it, please?” She begged.

“Ok if you want to try it.”

I got behind Gina and bent down a little and pressed my pelvis against her tight ass.

“Spread your legs and grab my dick,” I said.

She reached down for my dick, grabbing a hold she pulled it from between her legs. She pulled it up to her pussy and I can feel her thick bush tickling my shaft. If I didn’t have to piss so badly, I would have gotten a hard on. I stood behind her and kars escort wrapped my arms around her waist.

“Wow, your dick is thick. So are you ready to pee?” She asked as she held my cock in her hands.

“Hold on, let me concentrate. Ok, I’m ready when you are.”

I had to pee badly so once I got settled, I let it go. As I started peeing, Gina grabbed my dick harder and began moving it up and all over as though it was a hose, laughing while she was doing this. I could feel the shaft of my dick being pulled in her pussy lips.

“Are you having fun?” I asked sarcastically.

“Yes! I wish I could do this when I pissed.” She laughed.

Since Gina was preoccupied using my dick as a hose. I moved my right hand from her waist to below her navel and on the top of her bush. I ran my fingers through her bush feeling the softness of her curly hairs. Finally, my pee was coming to an end, and it stopped.

“Make sure you shake it so that all the drops come out.” I instructed her.

“Ok, like this?” she asked as she shook it up and down until all the droplets exited my dick.

Gina let go of my dick and I let go of her and stood up.

“That was fun, I wish I could pee standing up.”

“Have you ever tried it?” I asked.

“I’ve squatted, but never stood up.”

“Do you remember my old girlfriend Jenny? She was able to pee standing up.”

“How did she do it without pee running down her legs? Gina wondered.

“I’ll show you. Spread your legs far apart, lean back a little, take your fingers and spread your vagina lips and pull up so that your pee hole is pointing up a little and pee.”

“Ok, let me try.”

I stood back and watched Gina spread her legs. I was able to get a nice view of her thick, bush which covered her pussy lips with a perfect triangle of hair. She moved her fingers down to her pussy lips and spread them wide. Beyond the thick patch of hair were soft pink lips. As she pulled her lips up as I directed, she lifted the hood covering her budding clitoris which was fully exposed for me to see. Was Gina getting turned on by this? I asked myself. All of a sudden a massive fountain of piss flowed out from her pink pussy lips and it hit me in the chest.

Gina laughed hysterically when she saw this and yelled proudly, “I’m peeing like a guy!”

Next, she aimed her piss directly at my dick and hit it spot on.

“Hey watch your aim.” I laughed back at her.

“I need SOMETHING to aim at.”

“Then so do I.”

Listening and watching her piss made me have to pee again. I aimed my dick high and let out a strong stream directly at Gina’s large areolas. She was shocked that I started peeing back at her, but she laughed. We were now in a piss war. Gina was shooting at my cock and I had moved down to her dark forest. I continued pissing all over her getting her pubic hair all wet. As I was finishing up, I saved the last strong stream for her clit which looked like it needed some attention. I landed a direct hit to her clitoris and she shuddered at the feeling.

Her piss finally ended, but she kept her lips open letting the warm pee drench her clit and lips. She watched as my piss slowly came to a halt. She let go of her lips, but as she did I noticed her rubbed hand over her wet lips and clit as though to dry it, but I knew she enjoyed the feeling of my warm piss spraying her pink pussy lips and hard clit. We looked at each other and laughed. She had droplets of pee running down from her tits to her bush which absorbed the majority of piss.

“Now we both need a shower.” I said.

I turned on the shower and got it nice and warm.

“Ladies first.” I said.

Gina walked under the shower and ran her fingers through her long black hair. She turned around and faced me as she leaned her head back and eyes closed soaking head under the hot, steamy shower. I took this opportunity to stare at my sister’s beautiful body as the water cascaded down. Water streamed down her face down over her breasts, dripping from the tips of her nipples which grew totally erect from the showers warm sensation. Water flowed through the cleavage between her tits and followed a path directly down to her dense bush.

Her pussy hair which was wild and full was now becoming straight and matted down from the water fall. I could feel my dick which dangled between my legs so far start to get hard. I did not want to get a hard on in front of my sister so I looked up and Gina opened her eyes.

“This feels great! Are you ready for the shower?”

“Yes, I do have piss all over me.” I joked.

Gina reached up and took the handle of the shower head from the holder and aimed the sprayer at me.

“Turn around and let me rinse you down” she said as she began rinsing my hair.

I turned around and felt the warm water through my scalp and down my back. Gina ran her fingers through my hair and her nails scratching my scalp. She aimed the shower down my back and over the cheeks of my ass. I spread my legs a little so that the water would hit my kıbrıs escort balls from behind. Gina took notice of this and aimed the shower head up so that the shower spray was directly on my balls. It felt so good, I didn’t want her to stop. Instead she commanded me to turn around.

My cock, which was limp most of the time, was now beginning to show signs of life. I was trying like hell not to get a boner, but after spraying my balls with the shower, I can only control so much. I turned around and Gina aimed the shower directly at my chest.

“Let me rinse my piss off you. Stand still.” She said.

I watched Gina as she methodically began rinsing off my chest. She spray each of my nipples as she aimed in a back and forth movement over my chest. Then she changed the direction and moved the shower head up and down my chest. She went up and down three times. The third time she slowly moved the shower head down towards my eagerly waiting cock which was not totally limp, but was still facing the ground.

“Let me clean off your dick really well. I know I drenched it pretty good.”

Gina gently moved the pulsating water up and down the long shaft of my penis finally aiming the spray directly on the large head of my cock. With that, my cock began to grow before Gina’s eyes. As much as I wanted to avoid getting a hard on, I knew it was only a matter of time.

“I think I found a sweet spot! Look how big it is getting.” She said in shock.

I watched her eyes get bigger as she stared and kept the water aimed at the head of my growing cock. My cock grew from a limp five inches to a totally hard eight and a half inches staring up towards Gina.

“Holy shit Bro, I thought your cock was big before, I didn’t expect it to get that big. How big is it?” she wondered.

“I’m not sure, I never measured it.” I lied to her.

I didn’t want her to think I was weird measuring my own cock.

“Can I measure it? Mom keeps a sewing tape measure in the drawer in the sink vanity.”

Before I could say anything, Gina puts the shower head back in the holder, opens the shower and reached for the tape in the drawer.

“How do you measure it?” She asked.

“I will hold it straight and measure from the pelvis to the head.”

As I held my cock straight, Gina measured as I told her.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe your cock is eight and a half inches long.”

Then she took the tape and measured across my thick cock.

“It is one and a half inches thick also. You are HUGE!”

“Speaking of huge and since we have the tape measure. How big are your areolas? I questioned.

She quickly put her arms across her chest hiding them out of embarrassment.

“I know they are bigger than most of the girls in gym, like I told you.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, let me measure them, remember what you said earlier, “fair is fair”. “Ok, you got me there.”

She slowly removed her arms covering her pointy tits to reveal her large brown areolas that cover the whole front portion of her tits. I stretched the tape measure from one side of her areola to the other.

“Two inches.” I said. I repeated the same from top to bottom. “Two inches again.”

“My nipples are 2 inches wide?” she gasped. “I can’t believe they are that big.” she said in disappointment.

“Gina, trust me, remember what I said, guys love big areolas and long erect nipples too”

“Measure my nipples, how long are they.” She eagerly wondered.

Her nipples were hard, but not like before.

“Are they totally erect?” I asked her.

She looked down and pinched them.

“Hold on.” She said as she took the shower head off and aimed the water directly on her left nipple causing it to immediately stiffen.

She gave a gentle squeeze, just to be sure. “Mmmm, they are now!” she smiled.

I held tape up against her dark areola, which now had goose bumps protruding from it and measured her hard nipple that pointed out.

“Quarter of an inch long.”

“Is that long?”

“Trust me, Sis, you have a nice set of tits. Don’t ever be embarrassed by them.”

“Ok, I trust you that guys will like them.” She said with confidence.

Gina turned around, reached for the shampoo and began washing her hair. I grabbed the loofa and poured body wash in it and began to lather it up. As Gina was washing her hair, I gently caressed her back with the loofa, lathering up her back. She jumped a little taken by surprise, but gave in to the relaxing, sensual feeling of the loofa massaging her back.

“Mmmmm, I am in Heaven.” She said with a deep sigh.

I moved the loofa up and down her back each time getting lower and lower towards her ass. Finally, I made my way down to the right cheek of her ass, then over to the left cheek. She pushed her ass towards me, not wanting me to stop. Just to tease her I knelt down and began rubbing the back of her left leg, up to her ass then down her right leg.

As I made my down to her right ankle, I moved to her left ankle and began scrubbing up towards her left inner thigh. As I got closer to her thigh, Gina spread her legs inviting me to her pussy. I teased her again, bypassing her pussy and moving over to her right thigh and scrubbed down to her ankle. I repeated the same motion up to her left thigh again. This time Gina spread her legs even more.

Disclaimer: All sexual activities described here are between fictional characters over the age of 18. I hope you are enjoying this series.

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May 27, 2013

As the rising sun lit the cottage’s window shades around 6:30, I awoke Memorial Day morning peacefully, spooned up behind Mom, with Patti snug behind me, both of them still sleeping Heck, I didn’t even have morning wood, no urge to pee, and could just luxuriate in the love I felt for these two amazing women I called my wives. Sure, that declaration was a private one, but in my heart, in my soul, this was the truth for me. I thought ‘Maybe I should call them heart-wives, or soul-wives?’ before I snuggled my head back into the pillow, and slipped back into sleep.

—

A couple of hours later, I was awoken again, by a cell phone ringing. I reached over Mom’s head to the nightstand, and found the offending phone. It was Mom’s. I almost answered it, before realizing that I couldn’t explain being in Mom’s bedroom at 8:30 in the morning, when everyone else expected me to be asleep in the other bedroom instead. So, I just set the phone in front of Mom, and let her answer it, staying silent behind her. I held my finger to my lips as Patti roused.

“H-Hello?” she asked. “Oh, hi, Dad. … Oh, it’s been a pretty good weekend, overall. Some sad, some fun. It’s just hard saying goodbye to Tom over and over. … Um, third scattering is in Maine, but I’m not sure when I’ll get to it. Needs to be in summer, but we just depleted our vacation savings. … Oh, the agenda today is pretty light. Everyone agreed on a 9 AM wakeup. … No, Dad, you don’t need to apologize, that was mostly for Dave and Marion, since they’re not used to being up after midnight anymore. Anyway, we planned to pack up, check out of our cottages, then find a place for brunch, before making our way home. … Oh, I guess we’ll be back home around 4ish. Why? … Yeah, that sounds great, Dad. We’ll see you there.”

She hung up and turned around to us and said, “We’re invited to a Memorial Day BBQ this afternoon at my parents’ house, whatever time we can arrive. Aunt Maria’s going to be there, too. Feel up to it?”

“Yeah, fine with me. How about you, Patti?” I asked.

“My parents took Jody camping this weekend, so they’re not going to be home until after 8 at the earliest, anyway. I already told them I was spending the night at your house. So, yeah, I’m up for a visit with your parents, Tina.”

—

After quick showers and getting our stuff repacked in the car, we walked over to the cottage where my grandparents were staying, and they were bustling in and out. I called out, “Good morning, Aunt Toni!” as she came out carrying her suitcase.

“Good morning, Drew. How’d you sleep?” she asked.

“Snug as… 2 bugs in a rug,” I answered, almost saying 3.

She noticed, stepped closer, kissed me on the cheek and whispered, “Careful, remember? You can’t even -almost- slip.” She followed that with hugs to Patti and Mom, before heading back into the cottage, and we followed.

“Good morning,” I said to everyone else. “Anything we can do to help?”

Grandma smiled, said, “Good morning, honey. Umm, why don’t you grab that pile of pillows? We brought our own from home.”

Of course she did. “Sure. Patti, want to help me?” We grabbed the half-dozen pillows, in the same style pillowcases that I recognized from past sleepovers, and took them out to Grandpa’s station wagon, and tucked them into a corner.

“Your grandma seems in a good mood, today,” Patti said.

I nodded, saying “Maybe saying goodbye to Dad last night helped her. She wasn’t very happy about not having a burial. That, or she’s trying to get us to let our guard down.”

“You make her sound devious,” Patti said.

“Sweetie, that woman could teach a Master’s course,” I chuckled.

We started going back in, when everyone else came out, and Grandpa closed the door behind them. He said, “That’s the last of it. Where’s brunch?”

Mom said, “Well, there’s the place we had breakfast yesterday, or I saw another place not far from the bridge off the island. But first, we need to drop off our keys. Although, if you give me yours and I get Tony’s too, I can drop off all three sets at the rental office and meet you there.”

Grandma said, “Let’s go to yesterday’s place. I liked their sausage patties.”

Everyone agreed, but it looked like Tony and Mimi were still loading their car next door. We stopped them quickly to confirm our brunch destination, and said we’d be by shortly to help, since we couldn’t leave until we had their key. Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle Dave and Aunt Toni got in the station wagon, saying they’d go request our tables. Mom, Patti and I went over and helped with the last of the things they needed to pack into the SUV. It made me very grateful that my Mom and Patti are pretty low maintenance. They had both sufficed with a small bag apiece, while it seemed Mimi, Carrie and Angie had each filled kilis escort a full-size suitcase in addition to small bags the same size as Mom’s and Patti’s, just for a 3-day weekend.

“Girl’s gotta have choices,” Carrie said, when I asked about it.

‘Ought to make those choices -before- packing’, I thought to myself, glad I only had to carry these bags a few feet to the SUV. Behind her, I saw Uncle Tony shrug. Obviously, he’d been through this more than once.

All packed up, Tony handed Mom their keys, and we made our way back to our car, stopped at the rental office and handed them in, then made our way to the restaurant. Of course, this meant we were last to arrive. To secure our tables, Uncle Dave and and Toni had taken one, Grandma and Grandpa another, and Tony’s family was at the third. Mom chose to sit with Toni and Dave, leaving Patti and I to sit with Grandpa and Grandma.

Great. Let the twenty questions resume.

It actually wasn’t that bad, innocuous questions about school, the wedding, and if Grandma was still suspicious, it wasn’t coming out in the questions, except for one that stuck out to me.

“So where you you two intend to live, after you graduate? Surely, a married couple can’t keep living with one of your parents,” Grandma asked. That was exactly what we planned to do, but I realized before she finished that I couldn’t give that answer.

Without pausing, I answered, “Well, if I had the money and the income, I’d happily buy one of the foreclosed houses on either side of Mom’s, so we could stay close. One of them’s for sale right now, in fact, and I doubt it still will be, when I have the money to do it.”

Grandma nodded to that. I halfway expected to hear her offer to help with a down payment, money that I’m sure would come with strings attached, but she didn’t. Maybe she was mellowing, trying not to interfere in everyone’s life. Probably not, but I could hope.

—

Everyone said their goodbyes in the parking lot, a process a lot harder than you’d think. Finally, we all got into our three cars and headed for the highway.

—

About an hour into our I-45 drive back to Dallas, Mom turned to me, and asked, “Drew, did you mean what you said to Grandma about buying one of the houses next to us?”

“Heard that conversation, huh?” I said. “Mom, it was the best answer I could think of to her question about where we were going to live after college. I couldn’t tell her the three of us are living as husband and wives, could I?”

“Of course not, honey,” she said. “But I’ve been thinking about that answer, though. Why don’t we? Buy them, I mean. Between you and I, we have enough liquid assets that we could almost buy both of them for cash, if the asking price on the one that’s been for sale is any indication. Together we could buy one outright, then take out a small home equity loan against our house, and buy the second, as an investment, and still have rainy day funds.”

Patti asked, “Why not take a mortgage out on one of the houses, instead of on yours?”

Mom answered, “Because I can deduct the mortgage interest on my primary residence, but not on a second, unless that property was set up as a rental property under an LLC. You two could deduct interest on whichever house you decide to declare as your primary, but right now you don’t have the income for it to matter, and wouldn’t qualify for a mortgage anyway.”

“Would we really live in two houses? And why buy a third?” I asked.

“We’d need to live in two just enough to fool the neighbors and our families, sweetie, but I’d still expect us to eat and sleep together every night we can. We would buy the third as an investment, maybe keeping it empty for our outdoor privacy, at least until kids make that moot and we start having to get sneakier to keep even them from finding out about you and me being lovers. After we can’t fuck outdoors any more, we would rent it out for the income, or just sell it, if the market rebounds.”

I hadn’t thought about kids, and how the secret could affect them. “Makes ‘I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus’ seem tame, right?”

Patti sighed behind us. “And here I thought that, inside the house, we wouldn’t have to hide who we are.”

Mom responded, “Honey, parents always wind up hiding most aspects of sexuality from their kids, because we don’t think they’re ready to see it or understand it, and for most the incest taboo is so strong that parents don’t want their kids to even think of them that way. The three of us may have overcome that taboo, but we still have reasons to hide that from kids who won’t understand not to say anything to adults who could make trouble for us. It would really be no different than Tom and I trying to be quiet so Drew wouldn’t hear us making love.”

I laughed. “That was the two of you trying to be quiet? Mom, half of my sexual education came from hearing you telling Dad what to do to you, and you sure weren’t whispering in his kırklareli escort ear!”

“And the other half?” Mom asked, blushing.

“From Patti, and you, in person, of course.”

—

The barbecue at my Mom’s parents was pretty mundane, good steaks and burgers, but nothing too momentous. It was good to see them, but no drama unfolded. Not like the weekend with my Dad’s family.

When we got back from the barbeque, we noticed a ‘SOLD’ sign on the first house and another ‘For Sale’ sign was now up in front of the other. Neither had been there on Friday.

“Damn, so much for buying both of them,” I said.

“It’s still a good idea, though, and now we don’t have to wait on a loan. Let’s take action on this house, and we can deal with privacy issues another way,” Mom said. We grabbed a flier from in front of the other house, saw that the asking price was $200k, $50k higher than the first had been, perhaps because that had sold so quickly, or for a price over asking. We’d never been inside this one, the previous owners not being very friendly, but both were the same floor plan, as most of the houses on the street were, despite exterior differences that hid the homogeneity.

We calculated that I should liquidate most of the portfolio I’d set up, starting with stocks that had lost money, to neutralize the tax effect of the ones that had gone up, and Mom would liquidate part of hers, and together that would give us about $230k in funds, in case we needed more than the asking price. We hoped to start at an offer of $180k, all cash. After furnishing the house, we could always reinvest what didn’t get used. We logged onto the computer, submitted our sell orders for the morning, then went to bed.

As we were getting undressed, Patti asked, “What about me? You two are putting a lot of money into this, and I feel like I should chip in some. Except I don’t have much saved up, my parents expect me to pay what I can earn at summer jobs for school, and they cover the rest.”

“That’s okay, hon,” I said. “What’s mine is ours, right? All three of us. So what if we came into this marriage of ours with unequal amounts of money? When you accepted us, you accepted that, too. We’ll all work to make this family as successful as we can, and I have no doubts in your abilities to make money in the future. 30 years from now, it will all balance out, so I don’t want you to feel guilty about not having as much right now. It’s not like I earned this money, anyway. It’s the money I got from my Dad’s life insurance, and…” This was the first moment I realized I didn’t feel guilty about it. “And I don’t feel either guilty or greedy about that fact. He’d want me to use this money to benefit us, not just me.”

Patti kissed me, and stroked my cock between us. “I know some other things you have to use to benefit all three of us…” she said.

Mom asked, “Do you want his tongue or his dick, first, Patti?” Mom asked.

“Such -hard- decisions,” she joked. “I guess, tongue first.”

I got onto my back, Patti settled her pussy down onto my lips, and Mom slid down onto my cock, and for one moment, flashing back to this being the position we were in the night Toni had caught us, I wondered how she was doing. There’d been so much emotion that night, that I hadn’t paid attention to having her petite body against mine on the sand, but now my mind replayed that, briefly.

My attention went back to Patti, as I slid my tongue between her folds, licking up and down, stopping just short of her clit on each pass. “Drew, please,” she cried. “Please, baby, I need it.” I included her clit in my next pass, and she arched her back over me and moaned.

My mom was bouncing up and down on me, driving my cock crazy like she usually does. Tonight she threw in some extra Kegel squeezes, and actually made me cum before either of them did. I kept my erection, though, and continued thrusting into her. She actually clapped for me.

I put my focus back to Patti, delivering quick strokes against her clit from every angle I could think of. She cried out, “Oh fuck… fuck… Drew… there… faster… yes… yes… ohmy… ohmygod… yes… yes… YES… FUUUUU!” and she suddenly went silent as her pleasure slipped into orgasm, and I kept increasing my pressure and speed. Then suddenly, a high-pitched scream came out, like she’d been screaming at such a high pitch that only dogs could hear it, and it had finally dropped down enough that I could. “Oh, fuck… baby… the things you… do to me,” she said, in between panting breaths. She climbed off, the same way she had two nights before, and I again flashed to Toni’s face when she’d seen us.

Mom’s hips were going crazy against me, grinding her clit into my pubis, and she started to cum, too, saying, “Almost, almost there, yes, yes, YESSSSS!” and her clenching muscles seemed stronger than ever, and pushed me over the edge again, as I shot yet more sperm into her.

“Damn, Mom, karabük escort your muscles have been crazy tonight,” I said, as she lowered herself onto my chest.

She giggled. “I did Kegels through the whole drive home. You like?”

“You made me cum twice in a row? You bet I do!”

Mom raised up off of me, and our juices poured out of her, covering my cock, balls and crotch. She and Patti cleaned me up with their tongues, and I was hard yet again by the time they finished.

For round two, Patti asked me to fuck her in the Splitting Bamboo position, the one I described before where I straddle one leg while the other is over my shoulder, while Tina sat on her face, and she could suck out the rest of my cum. Mom and I could lean toward each other and kiss, too. It was quickly becoming my favorite position with them.

This resulted in two more orgasms for each woman, as Mom could easily reach to rub Patti’s clit as I stroked in and out. I came for my third time, and was finally wiped out. When I withdrew and let Patti’s leg down, Mom converted to a 69, and they had one more orgasm each, before quitting so we could get to sleep.

—–

May 28, 2013

Mom had a day off due to switching shifts with another nurse, so she was on the phone bright and early, calling the realtor handling the house next door, who apparently had also sold the first one, to arrange an individual tour, telling her we might be interested in a cash offer. There hadn’t been an open house yet, due to the holiday weekend, so we’d be the first to see it.

The realtor, a woman named Carmen, showed up right after lunch, and took the three of us through the house. It was empty, with a few signs of wear, but not damaged, like she said the house on the other side of us had been, as those owners had gotten pissed off by the foreclosure and intentionally damaged parts of the house, and explained that the difference in the asking prices the bank had set were solely due to that. Otherwise, the two homes were the same basic three bedroom model as ours, minus the pool area, and Dad’s conversion of one of the bedrooms into a home office. The previous owner had even left the washer and dryer in place, and they looked to be in good shape, so that would be a plus.

When Mom said that we had also been interested in possibly buying the other house as rental property, Carmen let us know that the buyers of that house were just investors looking to flip the property, fixing the damage, maybe making some other improvements, and then listing the house for sale at a profit. So the house would be back on the market fairly soon. But we knew the asking price wouldn’t still be $150K.

We conferred briefly, agreed that we liked what we saw, then I nervously said to Carmen, “We’d like to make an offer of 180 thousand, cash.”

“Let me call the bank, and see if they’ll accept that.” She stepped away with her cell phone, talked for about two minutes, then came back and said, “Congratulations, you have yourself a house. You’ll need to make a ten thousand dollar deposit, and then answer when would you like to close?” as she shook each of our hands.

Clearly the bank now wanted these homes off of its balance sheet. I expected our first offer to get rejected. ‘Was it really going to be this fast?’ I thought.

“Does the deposit need to be in Drew or Patti’s names, or can I make a check out from my account?” Mom asked.

“Your account is fine, although the IRS might consider it a gift, if you’re not going to be an owner of the house, unless you either write the check to them and have them sign it over, or indicate that it’s a loan.”

Mom took out her checkbook to write the check, and said, “I’m actually loaning them half of the price before the closing, but would like to include recording of the promissory note and lien in the closing, so we don’t need to amend the deed twice. We’ll also need a house inspection. Is next Friday too soon?”

Patti said, “Drew and I start our internships next week, so we’ll be working on Friday. Would that Saturday be okay?”

Mom nodded, and Carmen said, “Yes, I can arrange that. How about we say Saturday the 8th at 9 AM for now, and I’ll let you know if that has to change? Meanwhile, there’s some paperwork that needs to be filled in for the offer, and I also have some basic forms for a private mortgage, which is what that will be, out in my car.”

Once she was gone, I asked Mom, “Why the lien?”

Mom’s answer was, “Our options are either to have me be co-owner or to lend you the money, in which case, a lien is typically applied to the property, to protect the lender. I can’t just give you the 90 thousand outright, for tax reasons. But I can gift 14 thousand to each of you each year, without tax effects. Leaving aside a budget for birthday and Christmas gifts, I can gift the remainder on December 31 of each year, you give it right back to me as a payment on the note, and in 4 years, you’re paid off, I tell the county, and the lien is lifted. Plus, I’ll be paying for the furnishings here, and this year’s property taxes, treating those as gifts for this year, too, and keeping track of the rest so I know how much I can gift towards the debt at year’s end. You’ll put the rest of your stock money back into new investments.”

Out in the Atlantic Ocean, some fifty miles off the coast of Florida, there stands an island. It is about three miles long and two miles wide. From the outside, if someone were to take a boat and drive around it — it looks very formidable. Only the bravest of explorers would challenge the terrain which makes it great cover to hide the island’s secrets.

However, if one flew a light plane over it, one would see something quite different. Inside the formidable mangroves that seem to be blocking the secrets to the island, stands a clearing that no-one could ever see from a boat. It is a vast expanse filled with grass, and if someone were to look close enough, they would notice that it is very well maintained.

On one side of the clearing stands a structure with three wings. Two of the wings go deep into the mangroves and the other one extends into the clearing for about thirty meters. Some other smaller structures are nestled against the mangroves as well.

Officially, the name of the island is, ‘The Island of Oedipus.’ However, most that know of its existence call it ‘Incest Island’.

This is a story about how Linda and her son Bill found this island.

CHAPTER ONE:

IT SEEMED SO INNOCENT:

Bill’s family were wealthy. This was perhaps the most important detail about them. His mother, Linda, was shrewd and cunning in business. She made a lot of money and invested it wisely, following the example of her own parents.

His father Hank, on the other hand, came into his money by a large inheritance when his own parents died.

The difference between Bill’s mom and dad was simple: his mother invested and lived a conservative lifestyle, and his father liked to show off his money with fancy clothes and $60.000 watches.

Bill’s dad owned a car collection that people drooled over, he loved the recognition he got when people looked on at him. Slowly, he squandered his fortune away to where he was starting to be more and more reliant on his wife.

A rift started to form between them, which slowly became a cancer that was destroying the entire family.

In what Bill could see was his father’s last-ditch effort to save his marriage, his father rented a large sailing boat. He took Bill and his wife on a trip to explore the ocean and the many nearby islands.

Both Bill and his mom liked the idea of finding an island, they imagined themselves trapezing through the underbrush to find buried treasure, and if not, some souvenirs would suffice.

They sailed through mostly calm waters, with the occasional big splash. Hank had brought a cooler and fishing rods along with them, so he and his son could catch some fish on the way to the island. Linda watched as Bill pulled in a mighty catch with his strong toned arms, like father like son she thought. As their sailboat drew closer to the island, they got off it and into a dinghy for the final part of the journey. Once their dinghy reached shallow waters, they stared in awe at the land ahead of them.

They spent the first few hours walking around several tiny islands in search of sea-shells and anything else that might have washed ashore. Bill and his mom smiled at each other, both pleased to see how well everyone was getting along for a change. Hank seemed more patient than ever before with the family. It was almost as if some fresh air and a new environment was enough to drag them out of the rut they had been in for so long.

They pulled the dinghy along with them, to later use as a tool to explore more islands. They knew they wouldn’t stay at this location very long, it wasn’t good enough to set up camp.

At some point during the evening, Hank discovered some berries they could pick and snack on at the small island. He was aware that these berries contained sedative qualities, and when they got back into the sailboat for a small sail through the evening, all but Hank had all fallen asleep at sea.

The next morning time when they woke from their slumber, cold and confused. Hank quickly navigated the large sailboat using its inboard engine rather than the sails.

Linda felt refreshed after her deep sleep, as did Bill. Soon enough, they could see a large island ahead of them. It looked intimidating, and Hank wasn’t quite sure if they should explore. That was until they saw a friendly area of beach not too far from them.

They anchored the sailboat and loaded the dinghy with a tint and more supplies than they would normally need.

The three of them dragged the boat to shore against the pressure of the water, and Hank started to set up camp. He told Bill and his wife that he was quite happy to spend the night here on the mysterious island.

Linda objected “what about snakes, lizards and other varmints?”

Hank remained undeterred, continuing setting up the camp.

A short time later, Linda started to feel more comfortable with spending the night on a strange uninhabited island, after Bill reassured her that she would be protected.

As soon as the camp was all set up, they had a lunch consisting of the fresh fish they had caught earlier, gebze escort which they lightly roasted on the campfire. Hank asked Bill to go back to the ship with him, telling Bill that he had forgotten the sleeping bags.

Not only did Hank load sleeping bags, but he also loaded two extra suitcases containing clothes and essentials as if they would be spending the week there, not just the night.

Bill unloaded all the supplies and headed back to the ship, just in time to notice that the sail boat they had arrived in was not where it was before. It was out to sea. Way out, a good mile, maybe three. He watched in awe as the sailboat slowly went out of sight and disappeared into the distance.

Confused, Bill stood for a long time, but soon realized that the tide would come in at some point during the night. He tied the dinghy tightly to a tree. Then he brought the supplies up and stacked them in a small clearing that looked more like a trail. After all was properly stored away, Bill thought that he should wake his mother and explain their dilemma.

He could not wake his sleeping mother. She was too groggy and it didn’t take much to know that she had been drugged. Bill’s cynicism told him that his father had obviously drugged her and abandoned them both on the island to either die or to never be found.

CHAPTER TWO

IT STARTS:

Bill slept in the same tent as his mother the first night, his mom woke with a headache, dry mouth, and a dizziness that contrasted greatly to how she felt in the morning.

Bill tried to explain what happened, but she seemed unable to understand at first. Bill soon came to the conclusion that they had been set up, and that Hank was off somewhere siphoning away her fortune.

After a surprisingly short cry, Linda slowly came to her senses and began to explore the island with her son, looking for a way out.

One of their first discoveries was a large sign that had been folded down. As they found a way to open up the sign, it read The Island of Oedipus.

Linda laughed at the name, asking Bill if he knew who King Oedipus was.

Bill replied “no mom, I sure don’t, I have never heard the name before.”

“He is mostly known as the god who married his own mother.” Linda informed him.

“Holy cow. I never knew stuff like that actually happened… did it?” He answered.

“Some of Greek mythology is a bit far-fetched, but some people really believe it is true. Who am I to say, I wasn’t there?”.

“Wow mom.” Bill said, while laughing.

Underneath the façade of his laughter, he thought about how hot his mom really was to him and the fact that she had always been that way. Since his young teen years, he would often fantasize about her. Now, at 18 years old, he wondered why she ever settled for someone like his father. This Oedipus guy is one lucky son-of-a-bitch, he thought to himself — though he kept all these thoughts very much to himself.

They continued to explore around the beach area, and Bill had found that what he initially dismissed as a clearing inside the mangroves was in fact a trail. It was shockingly well-maintained, Linda pointed out, and as they continued to walk along the thick foliage of flora, Bill started staring at his mother’s tight ass. He couldn’t help himself, the past few days of primitive living had awoken his primitive nature. Linda was 35 years old, she looked after herself by strength-training three days a week, and her ass was lifted and round like a bubble. This wasn’t the first time he’d noticed it either, he often stared at it as she walked ahead of him. Linda was wearing shorts that showed off her round ass and awesome legs. She was also wearing a halter top that let the sun kiss a good portion of her collar bone and cleavage.

Bill probably wouldn’t have been enjoying his mother’s ass as much as he was, if not for Linda telling him about the Oedipus guy, but now it was consuming his every thought.

As they continued on the trail for about 100 meters, they found a clearing that had been sheltered from view by all the mangroves. It was somewhat captivating as the darkening thickets opened up to a meadow of long wispy grass.

But what surprised them the most was the sight of buildings. There was a very large one that from what they could see had three wings, with two of them shooting into the mangroves. The other wing stuck out about 20 meters and had a sign that read Office.

As Linda and Bill approached the building, they looked at the other small buildings about the clearing, each wondering who was living here and who owned the place. Linda could see that there were restrooms and showers for campers. There were also several permanent outdoor grills set about to suggest that this was some sort of a private resort.

It was good news for Linda and Bill, as it meant they could be on their way home soon.

Bill knew that his father wasn’t expecting this when he abandoned them. He knew that his mom’s money was still accessible and figured he could get to it if he had her declared dead by boating accident.

This gümüşhane escort didn’t really make since to Bill. But his mom said that Hank had started to become desperate and begged her for funds to cover some of his debt.

Linda was very shrewd financially and had moved much of her assets around to where he would have no idea of how to get to them.

Surprisingly though, Linda was quite upbeat about being stranded here with her son Bill, even with all the obscurity of the island.

They walked over to the building that read office. As the two of them approached, two people came out, a young man not much older than Bill and an older woman just a little older than Linda.

Bill smiled with relief as he knew that whatever his father had planned for them had just blown up in his face, or behind his back for now at least.

The two people smiled at them as they watched Bill and Linda walking towards them. Both Linda and Bill where smiling ear to ear.

“I can’t tell you how glad I am seeing someone here.” Linda spoke. Then she introduced herself to the two people. “I am Linda Bolton and this is my son Bill.”

The woman looked suspiciously guilty and stared into Bill’s mother’s eyes before she finally smiled and then said “you two are here early.” While holding the young man’s hand, she said “we are just starting to set up for the week ahead. My name is Kathy and this is my son Todd.” As Kathy introduced herself, Bill noted some eye contact, a wink and then a suspicious smile.

He brushed off the feelings at first. But it wasn’t long before Linda looked as confused as Bill felt.

Noting Bill’s and his mom’s appeared confusion, she asked. “You are here for the get together, aren’t you?”

“Oh, no I don’t think so.” Linda answered with another wink.

“We were stranded here by my soon to be ex-husband.”

The woman then gave her a knowing grin before she forced a look of shock and worry on her face. Then she looked at her son then back at Bill. “You, aren’t here for the event?”

“Oh no. we need to find a way back to the mainland.” Linda said.

“Oh, uh, you won’t find a way off this island until after the week is over… you see, everyone is coming here for the week. It is the second week of June, which is when our festival happens every year. And everyone comes here to stay for the week. There is no one going to go home until after.”

“Well, do you have a phone, or some way to call the authorities so that I can make some arrangements?” Linda asked.

Todd and his mother shook their heads in unison.

“We don’t allow the authorities to come here. This is a private island and has its own sanction, we are our own authority. It is privately owned and in international waters. We don’t even allow the coast guard here.”

“How many people are going to be here?” Bill’s mom asked.

“There will be several hundred couples.” Kathy told Linda. “The island will be packed solid.”

Linda and Bill looked at each other and then back to them. “This hotel doesn’t look big enough for that many people. Where are they all going to stay for the week?” Linda asked with an exasperated expression.

“Some will stay on their boats, some in tents out on the courtyard… trust me the whole clearing will be filled with people’s tents and activities, all week long.”

“Are there any rooms left for the week?” Bill asked stupidly.

“Actually, there had been a cancellation just a few moments ago. I can put you and your mom up in a room. Providing you are willing to abide by the rules.”

“No problem.” Linda burst out.

Bill thought his mom would be willing to abide by any rules needed to sleep in a bed rather than a sleeping bag again.

It was only a few moments later that Bill and Linda were shown to their room. The woman had both of them sign a charter that said they would ‘strictly’ abide by and conform to all the guidelines of Oedipus island, or else risk being kicked out. She then gave them a rule book.

Bill was shocked at the price. $5,500.00 for the week, each. But his mom didn’t mind paying at all.

They walked into the room and Bill sat at the table to begin to study the guidelines they were to adhere to.

Linda was the first to point out the first problem, “there is only one bed in this room.” She said.

Bill looked up from the table and saw the same problem, “it is better than the tent, isn’t it?” He tried to assured her.

She gave her son a dirty look. So, he started looking at the floor. There wasn’t enough room to lay on the floor and sleep.

“Check the bathroom. See if the tub is big enough for me to sleep in, mom” he asked.

She did, but it was only a stand-up shower.

“Mom we will make do. Maybe we can sleep at different times. Kathy and Todd said there are activities all the time.

“Bill, we’ll make do.” She looked at Bill. “But I sure wish it was a bigger bed. This is only a double.” Linda then smiled for the first time, and pointed to the copy of the rules.

“Let me izmir escort see them.” she requested.

Both Bill and his mother read the rules. Linda started blushing red, while at the same time, Bill would smile vividly. He especially smiled when he came to the rule that read “if asked to, by any of the other guests, the couple must kiss each other passionately to confirm that they belong here.”

Bill thought how lucky he would be to French kiss his own mother. At the same time, Linda thought of his tongue going into her mouth. She partly believed the rulebook was a joke in bad taste, but deep down she knew she would have to accept them and just hope that they wouldn’t be asked to confirm their belonging.

There were more and more rules about how they must stay together and be intimate. Some small print stated: “Though voyeuristic acts are not required, they must be tolerated and freely accepted. If this bothers you, then you are free to leave.”

As Linda and Bill didn’t have a boat, they knew that, that wasn’t going to happen.

Most of the rules were marked with “NON DISCLOSURE” and it seemed the consequences were fierce and forbidding.

After they both read and understood the rules, they walked back to Kathy and her son Todd.

“We had been reading the rules.” Linda informed them.

They had caught Kathy and her son kissing. After breaking their kiss and blushing a little both smiled then Kathy said “Great. Let’s see if you are willing to adhere to them.” She pulled Todd to her and kissed him again lustfully for a long moment. When they broke the kiss, she looked at Bill and Linda and uttered two words that made Linda’s stomach turn: “your turn”.

Linda’s face blushed fast, the blood rushed to her cheeks and lips, while Bill gulped. He turned to his mother and was very much looking forward to what was about to happen, he stepped to her.

Bill surprised Linda more as he put his arms around her and brought her ear to his lips. Then in a soft tone said, “we have to adhere to the rules, don’t we?”.

Then he pressed his lips against hers and begin to kiss his mother the way he had only dreamed of kissing her. Linda responded to the kiss; Bill was sure that it was only because of the rules though. He wanted to see how much he could get before she broke it. So, he placed his tongue on her mouth, tasting her soft moist lips and felt his whole world shift when she opened her mouth and his own mother stuck her tongue into his mouth.

Bill’s cock instantly wanted to rip out of his pants. His mother pulled him closer and their tongues danced in rhythm.

They both broke the kiss only when they heard both Kathy and Todd say “WHOA”

They both laughed a little as they broke the kiss and turned to the other couple.

“That was hot, you two.” Kathy said. “I sure wish my son would kiss me like that.”

“No problem, mom.” Todd said as he pulled Kathy around for another kiss.

Bill was shocked and spun to look at his mom. “What…” he began but his mom put her fingers over his lips.

Then she bent and told him in his ear. “You didn’t read the brochure they left in the room, did you Bill?”

“No, Mom I didn’t.” He confessed.

Linda went to the counter just a few feet away and pulled another brochure and then handed it to her son.

All the blood escaped Bill’s face and he fell into a chair as he read the brochure. In large bold letters it read :

“Welcome one and all to INCEST ISLAND.

The brochure continued to say “Mothers with sons. Fathers with daughters, sisters with brothers — or even nieces with uncles. We welcome you to where you may love each other in peace. Without judgment or ridicule.

Exhibitionism is encouraged, but sharing is NOT.

Here everyone is free to watch others living and enjoying the lifestyle you all have chosen. You can look all you want but NO TOUCHING.

I hope you all enjoy the week ahead.”

Bill looked at his mom. Her smile said volumes, but in a language Bill just didn’t understand at the time.

Chapter THREE

Setting up:

Both Bill and Linda were amazed how many people started showing up.

A barge was brought right in front of the beach area. Several workers were working to make it into a temporary dock, so they moved the dinghy to more easily offload all the food and supplies for the week ahead. Feeding nearly a thousand people three meals a day wasn’t going to be easy.

They had hired crews to unload and carry everything to where it would be placed. Both Bill and Linda watched as large sailboats, house boats, cabin cruisers and even a few yachts rolled up. The small beach looked nothing as it did when they had arrived. The barge was made into a temporary dock to accommodate vessels as they made their deliveries.

There was a passenger boat that went from ship to ship to pick people up and bring them to shore to eliminate a cluster of smaller boats being tied to shore. Bill was offered a job to help pick up couples as he had the dinghy, he accepted as it gave him something to do. He thought this would take his mind off his mother. Yet, as he met so many of the other couples, hearing many of their stories of how they had become to find incestuous love — Bill found himself thinking more and more about his mom. And also, the fact that she came with him on the dingy a little later.

The room we were ushered into was clearly a makeshift arrangement that had been made semi-permanent after the fact. There were uneven wear stains on the floor, where some equipment had clearly stood in place for many years before being moved when the entire room was repurposed. The nurse closed the privacy curtain behind us, and we were alone. Natalie grunted softly as she sat up on the bed, and then turned slowly to lay on her back. She wiggled for a moment, and then pulled up on her loose-fitting top to expose her swollen belly. I sat down in the chair beside her.

The TV was on. I reached back behind the top of her bed, grabbed the all-in-one controller, and turned the volume up a few notches. It was nice to have the distraction, but Natalie hardly seemed to notice. She was staring at her belly again. She did that a lot.

The curtain being drawn broke the silence in a jarring way.

“Hello hello,” the technician said, not looking up from her clipboard. “How are we doing today?”

“Good,” Natalie said. Her voice was hoarse. She cleared her throat and shifted on the bed, and repeated, “Good,” more clearly.

“Alright alright. Where are we… twenty weeks! Okay!” She smiled and looked up. “This is a big one.” She set the clipboard into a slot and sat down on the other side of Natalie. “This is gonna feel cold at first,” she said, as she reached for the bottle of jelly.

The technician didn’t say much else as she worked. They never did. That wasn’t their job. She drew some lines on the screen, made some measurements, and then noted everything. The whole thing took less than five minutes, and then we were alone again.

I turned the TV back up, and it was just as jarring when the doctor opened the privacy curtain ten minutes later.

“Hello… Natalie,” the doctor said, her long hair back in a ponytail. “How are you feeling today?”

“Good,” she replied woodenly.

“That’s wonderful to hear. Wonderful. Looks like we saw you about ten weeks ago. Is that right?”

“I think so.”

“Okay…” The doctor said down and smiled. “Have you two decided if you want to know the gender?”

Natalie and I both paused and looked at each other, but probably not for the same reason the doctor thought.

“It’s very common to want to wait,” she added.

“You can say,” Natalie said, carefully. “I don’t want that to be a secret, but what I really want to… um… Is everything—”

The doctor smiled, and placed a hand gently on Natalie’s forearm. “Your baby is healthy. All the tests I’ve got here,” she said, looking down at a tablet, “are clean. We’re negative on all the chromosomal testing. Everything the tech checked is right on target for a little girl at twenty weeks.”

“Is that enough testing?” Natalie asked urgently. “I was reading online, and it seemed like there were a lot of things that the blood or amniotic fluid couldn’t possibly test for.”

The doctor waited patiently, nodding as she talked herself down, and then smiled. “I hear what you’re saying,” she said, “and I don’t want to be dismissive of how you feel. Can you take a deep breath for me?”

Natalie nodded, laid back against the bed, chest rising and falling slowly. Her eyes looked misty.

“You’re right. We don’t test for everything. We can’t. What I can tell you is that we test for all the most likely conditions. We cover as many things as we can, with as few tests as we can, and we try not to put the mother through any more tests than are medically necessary.”

Natalie nodded and looked down, clearly still worried.

“I know that pregnancy can feel like a… like a neverending list of things to worry about, but one of the most important things, if not the most important thing, is your health. Do you know what I mean?”

Natalie nodded half-heartedly.

“There’s a line between healthy fear and unhealthy fear.” She leaned forward and made direct eye contact while clasping both hands around my sister’s. “It’s natural to worry. Trust me. I have three. I’ve been where you are. Every pregnancy is different, but even with my third I was having to stop from diagnosing myself with every little thing. It never gets easier.”

She smiled, and Natalie gave a whimpered laugh.

“The parenting does, but the pregnancy is always nerve racking. Fortunately, you have a team of doctors looking out for you, okay?”

Natalie nodded.

“The best advice I can give you is to listen to your body. If something feels wrong don’t let anyone tell you it’s nothing. Your body knows. On the other hand, don’t let your head tell your body how you feel.”

At that, Natalie laughed and wiped at her eye.

“Be honest with me,” she said, moving one stretched-open hand over Natalie’s belly. “How have you felt?

“Really good,” Natalie said, nodding and wiping at the other eye.

“Okay.” Both of them nodded again, and the doctor reached for the bottle of jelly. “Good. Remember to speak up, even if that means asking for things you would normally just do van escort for yourself around the house. I’m sure Dad here is aching to be useful.”

Natalie and I looked at each other.

“No, I’m… uh…”

“He’s my brother,” she said.

Without missing a beat, the doctor smiled broadly. “That’s wonderful that you have supportive family, and so rare. Almost every woman that comes in here does it alone, and I know that can be scary.

“Now,” she continued, “this is going to feel cold for just a second.”

My sister nodded and licked her lips, only wincing slightly. The doctor turned her chair and pulled a monitor out away from the wall. Natalie and I both stared at the shadows and flashes of gray.

“She is about nine point seven inches long,” the doctor lilted, “which is perfect. She’s tracking right where we’d expect given your height.”

“She?” I said.

The doctor smiled and looked back at us. “Her heart rate is about a hundred and fifty five. Girls are almost always higher than boys, and… if she’ll sit still for just a second…”

The doctor narrowed her eyes as she slid the wand back and forth. Natalie’s eyes grew wide.

“There’s her spine,” she said, as a wave of ridges splashed across the screen. “And that’s her leg… and if we slide around just a little bit…” She turned around to us and smiled. “No penis. It’s a girl.”

My hand found Natalie’s, and she squeezed tightly.

“A girl,” she said softly.

The doctor beamed, gave us a moment to breathe, and then showed us more.

***

Mom made a point of looking down at her phone just as we came through the wide, sliding double doors and then pretended to react to seeing us afterwards to let us know we were late. Natalie smiled weakly, and I managed little better.

“Thanks for coming,” Natalie said.

“Of course,” Mom replied, smiling graciously. “I’m only too happy to help out.” She turned, arms folded, and looked deeper into the furniture store. “So what are we looking for specifically?”

Natalie sighed. She’d been sighing a lot recently. “Honestly, I was hoping you could help with that too. I keep thinking of things and forgetting. And then sometimes I’m thinking about something I need and go to write it down because my memory is just shit lately, and by the time I find a pen and paper or my phone I’ve forgotten what I was doing. I know I need a crib, but… I’m just… I’m so tired.”

“Yeah,” Mom said, smiling slightly. “I don’t miss that.”

Natalie made a sound in her throat and rummaged through her purse, producing a small three-by-three card after a moment.

“Is this…” Even after her most recent round of botox, Mom still looked pretty shocked.

“A girl,” Natalie said softly. “It’s a girl.”

Mom stared down at the ultrasound picture, barely more than a shadows in the dark, and smiled. “Thank you for this.”

Natalie nodded.

Mom held the card in her hand and, after taking a moment to compose herself, turned sharply. “Alright. Well.” She cleared her throat sharply, fooling no one, and started walking. Natalie and I moved to follow her.

“So,” she said loudly, so as to be heard without having to turn to face us. “You two look like you’re back to hating each other.”

“We don’t hate each other,” my sister groaned.

“Could have fooled me.” She took a sharp turn, moving through an office furniture display, and added, “When are you going to kick him out?”

“Mom, we don’t hate each other. Can we please move on?”

She stopped and turned to face us. The botox softened her smirk, but it was still there. “He’s been living under your roof for almost two years. Isn’t he ready to get back on his feet yet?”

“I’m standing right here,” I say.

“And I’m not kicking him out. What is your problem?”

She had the gall to look insulted. “Don’t get mad at me for being the realist in the room. You have three bedrooms in your house. You’re in one, he’s in one, and Blake is in the other.”

“We’re going to have her share a room with Blake,” Natalie said tiredly, “alright? At least for now.”

“That’s going to get cramped.”

“They’re both really young. Blake doesn’t spend much time in there as it is. All his toys are out in the den. We just… we need a crib and I’m not sure what else.”

“Don’t you know what to buy?” Mom asked, looking at me.

“Felicia bought everything,” I said sheepishly.

“That girl had a head on her shoulders. I always liked her.”

“Mom, you hated Felicia.”

She rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue, and then started walking again. She walked up and down the three aisles of cribs, changing tables, and pack-n-plays. The more we walked, the more frustrated Natalie looked.

Suddenly, our mother turned around and narrowed her eyes. “Blake is going to be four soon. Have you thought about just getting a bed for him?”

“No,” Natalie said. “Oh my god, how did I not think of that?”

“Pregnancy brain is yalova escort real. When I was pregnant with your brother, there were days where I couldn’t have made toast if I tried. I’m more surprised that Jason didn’t think of it.”

I blinked, dumbfounded, and shrugged. “I, uh… I’ve had a lot on my mind. Sorry.”

“You know,” she said, turning back to Natalie, “when I was pregnant with him, your father used to find any excuse to be anywhere else. Men always do. Even when they’re with you, you get nothing. It’s like their brains just turn off for nine months.”

Natalie smiled thinly and stared down at the floor.

“Okay,” our mother said, looking around. “Now where are the beds?”

“I think the next aisle,” Natalie said. When she looked at me, I shrugged. We walked around the corner and found a small section of toddler beds.

“Is a race car bed too obvious?”

“Jay?”

“What?” I said, looking up.

Natalie glared. “Did you not hear me?”

“Yeah… what?”

“Would Blake like a race car bed?”

I blinked. “Um… yeah maybe.”

She grunted and turned. “What about this one?” It looked like some kind of tree fort bed.

“He might like that,” I said. Natalie groaned in frustration.

“Oh yeah,” Mom interjected, looking disgustingly pleased with herself. “You two are doing great.”

“Mom,” Natalie cried. “I don’t hate him! Now can we just pick a bed and go?”

“What about a changing table?” she asked, smirking. “Dresser? Some —”

“Please, Mom. Just the bed. I’m tired and I want to go home.” She ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head. “It was a long day.”

“Okay,” Mom said. “You don’t have to be so dramatic about it.”

***

“Wake up!” Natalie shouted. I jerked awake from my dreamless sleep, and a moment later her pillow landed against my chest. I looked toward the wall our bedroom shared with Blake’s, but then I remembered he was at Felicia’s.

“What the fuuuck,” I groaned, recoiling and sliding back against the headboard.

Natalie was sitting up, legs crossed, in the middle of her side of the bed. Her hair was extra messy. The clock said 3:18, so she’d been tossing and turning. She pulled the pillow back over her belly and held it against herself tightly. Like armor.

“Something needs to change,” she said, voice quavering. “I don’t know what it is, but I’m at my breaking point.”

“O-okay,” I stammered.

“I am… freaking out, okay? I have been freaking out for four friggin’ months, and I’m only halfway done? I can’t take this. I can’t take twenty more goddamn weeks of this!”

“Okay.”

The pillow flew at me again, hitting me in the shoulder, as she cried, “Don’t just sit there and tell me okay!”

“Alright!” I shouted.

“That’s not better!”

Again the pillow struck me, though this time I had my arms out to stop it. “What do you want me to say?! I just woke up!”

“Are you hearing what I’m saying, Jay? I’m saying I have been fucking miserable for months! There is no answer you can give me, right now, that fixes how I’ve been feeling!”

How miserable I had been, over the same period, almost made it off my tongue, but that would have made everything worse and I knew it. Instead, I sat up more and pushed the covers off of me.

“I am… I am… I mean it, I am… I’m at the end of my rope. I really am.” She paused to sniff and shook her head. “I’m losing my mind. All I do is worry. I’m afraid all the time. I haven’t stopped clenching my teeth in months, and the sleep! I haven’t slept in weeks!”

“Weeks?” I repeated, jaw slack.

The pillow assaulted me again, with a half-grunted string of obscenities mostly muffled by the sound of the pillow hitting me repeatedly.

“I wasn’t supposed to do this alone!” she roared. “You were supposed to be with me!”

“What are you talking about?” I cried. “I’ve been to ever—”

“You checked out,” she snarled. “You’ve been like a zombie, Jay! You’re here, yeah, but… I need more, Jay. I need more than you’ve been giving me. If you can’t give more… if I can’t count on you to be here for me, when I need you the most, then what the fuck are we doing?”

My shoulders sank a little deeper with every word. It was true. Every word of it.

“I have been losing my goddamn mind worrying about our baby. It is taking… everything I have… to keep myself held together and-and-and now on top of that, with you drifting away little by little, I have to start worrying about the future?”

“What do you mean?”

“What am I gonna do if you leave me?”

My jaw fell. “Nat, I… I’m not—”

“You haven’t touched me in months, Jay. Months.”

“That can’t be right.”

“It was right before my first ultrasound. I remember because, the next day, you pointed out that my belly was starting to show.”

“Oh God,” I said, recoiling.

“Yeah,” she said, voice breaking, “so here I am carrying our child of first degree incest and freaking çorlu escort the fuck out about that and then, as if that weren’t enough, I’m getting fatter! Normally I wouldn’t care about putting on weight but its happening at exactly the same time that you pull away.” Her voice started to pick up steam, voice rising, and her two index fingers pointed to some shape she was constructing in the air. “So now those two things are linked in my head and every damn day that goes by without you saying something sexy about me, or touching me, or doing fucking anything is further proof! Every day I get a little bit bigger, and I feel worse about myself! And I know… I know that’s not true, but I’m in such a goddamn bad place that I can’t fight these thoughts anymore, Jay. I’m tired.

“I’m so goddamn tired.” She buried her face in her pillow and sobbed. “I’m so tired.”

I sat there, feeling more limp and impotent than I ever had in my entire life, and listened to her cry. I needed to hear it. I needed to let it hurt.

“I, um…” I cleared my throat and tried to look up at her, but it was too much. “I shut down.”

Mercifully, Natalie said nothing, but her curled lower lips said she wanted to unleash.

“I feel like I did this to you, and… and that it’s my fault. And everytime you look more stressed out, that’s my fault too. I’ve just been spiralling further and further for weeks.”

“Months,” she growled.

“Months,” I repeated. “Yeah. No, you’re right. Months. I… It’s killing me, and I hate myself.”

“That doesn’t sound like you,” she said, eyes narrow.

I shook my head. “I don’t know how to explain how much you mean to me. Like, it’s crippling when it gets to me. I feel so worthless right now. I can’t stop it. I can’t fix it. I can always fix it, and this… I…”

“Jay,” she said, placing one on her belly. “You didn’t do this to me, we did this together. I was on birth control. We were taking precautions, and it happened.” She took my hand and held it to her belly. “We did this together. There’s no undoing her. You can’t get hung up on that, but if you want to be responsible about it, then I need you to be here for me.”

Everything became blurry, and I nodded.

“We dodged some bullets, Jay, but there’s more coming. We’re going to be dodging them for years to come. There are some things we won’t know about until she’s in school, or getting closer to puberty. There are some things we may never be able to rule out. That’s done, and we just have to deal with it.”

I nodded again and took a deep, steadying breath.

“We’ll need to love and support our baby, no matter what, but I can’t do that alone, Jay. I need you. I need you more than I’ve ever needed you and you can’t go away. You just can’t.”

I laughed and nodded, and wiped at the corner of my eye with the back of my hand. “I won’t.”

“You have to promise me, Jay.”

“I promise,” I said, shifting to turn more toward her. She laid her wrists against her calves, palms up, and I reached forward to take both of them in my hands.

“I’m sorry I’m so needy.”

“Nat, come on. If there was ever a time in your life to need someone, this is it.”

“Noo,” she groaned. “I mean… I’m…” She rolled her eyes and frowned. “I’m needy. I… I push your buttons to get reactions. I do it all the time.”

“You’re an amazing button pusher,” I laughed.

“Jay, I’m trying to be serious here!”

“I know what you’re getting at,” I said, “and I don’t care.”

She looked down. “I don’t like that about myself, and it’s hard not to think about that all the time.”

“About what?”

“About the things we pass on,” she said, looking up and making very direct contact. “Directly and indirectly. The examples we’ll set.”

“You mean the things we’ll fuck up?”

“Yeah,” she said, chuckling morbidly. “It was easier to be righteous and indignant about it with Mom and Dad when I didn’t have that same responsibility in turn.”

“I remember… I think Blake was like three weeks old, and I wanted to turn off his night light. Felicia started freaking out at me, that he was too young to turn off the night light, but we’d never tried. We had no idea if he realized it was there, or cared, or what. We had a screaming match about it.

“And then,” I continued, “I started thinking that through to like… when is he old enough? What if we leave his night light on for a year, and then he can’t do without it? What if he can’t ever sleep in the dark, without a nightlight, because of this moment right here where I didn’t put my foot down. What if Blake is forty years old and still needs a nightlight.”

“Are you serious?”

“I had a legitimate panic attack worrying about completely screwing him up. Like, that was the moment it all hit me. Felicia was, of course, outraged—”

“Because that’s what she does,” Natalie laughed.

“—and I went into the kitchen, poured myself a cup of rum, and just sat down.”

“A cup of rum!? Who does that?!”

I shook my head and chuckled. “It’s scary. It never stops being scary, and knowing that will not prepare you.”

“See?” she said. “This is what I needed! I need you to help talk me down from this shit!”

“She can hear you now.” I teased, reaching for her belly.

Martin was forced to live with constant reminders that gorgeous girls who he had thought loved him were competing for his father’s cock. He found videos arriving at his home of Richard fucking Sally’s head. The image of his father’s strong muscular tanned body pounding up and down on her whilst she sucked him deep into her sexy face was burned into his mind, her hands gripping his strong arse as it remorselessly drilled down into her, his huge rod shining as it slid repeatedly between her painted lips. After watching the fuck fest for 20 minutes, the tape concluded just as Richard was about to explode his cum all over her face and body.

The next day a video which arrived showed Richard sliding his cock between Kim’s deep, impressive tanned cleavage. Again the cumshot was cut off the end of the tape. The next day it was Michelle’s arse being fucked by his huge wand.

He could just about cope with receiving these tapes. He knew what his father did to these women and this was just rubbing his nose in it. What he couldn’t cope with was the next video. Martin had started work with a small company in town. He had worked hard since his return from NZ and the boss, Mr Robinson, had promoted him to a senior position already. He was a small man, an unpleasant bully but Martin worked hard and stayed out of his way. Occasionally his wife would come into the office; Mrs Robinson was a prick tease. She was around 40 with a solid, shapely arse on top of strong legs and false tits that looked like they could burst through any top she wore. Long dark hair and thick dark lipstick on her tanned face completed the slutty image of a woman who knew her effect on men – and in particular their cocks. One morning, with Martin still thinking about the scene on the video showing his father pounding Sally’s head with his huge cock, he was faced with the bulging tits of Mrs Robinson leaning over the desk at him. She teased him with this view for a while before saying:

“Honey, you are promoted. I told my husband to reward you and he does what I say.” She then walked round the desk, sat on it and crossed her strong tanned legs, revealing them in all their smooth sexy glory to him. She then unzipped him and wanked him to a very quick explosion, his small dick ached as she expertly brought him over the edge and he came on his trousers.

“It is me you need to thank. I get what I want,” she said as she turned and walked out of the room.

She was certainly getting what she wanted from Richard on the video as Martin stared at it a few mornings later. As he fucked her and groped her curvy body she smiled into the camera:

“Richard said you had a small dick but I just wanted to check,” she said.

………………………..

Martin met Rachel Robinson again the morning he received that video. He hated her and yet he wished he could do to her what his father had done to her.

Her only comment to him on her way to her latest conquest was:

“What a cock, shame they don’t run in the family.”

……………………..

The image of that busty married woman spread on his father’s huge cock was there every time he went to work and saw her husband or even worse, saw her hot body walking across the office floor, prick teasing like the pro she was.

A friend at work suggested counselling and Martin booked sessions for himself. He felt out of control. All he thought about was his inadequate manhood and his father’s huge asset pleasing any woman he wanted.

He arrived for his first session with Jane Marshall. She had deep, kind brown eyes, with shortish brown hair. Her body was toned, a natural healthy tan made her look the picture of health and happiness. Her conservative suit couldn’t hide the pert full tits which defied her 35 years or her tight arse which appeared to defy gravity. She hugged him warmly and he held her like a drowning man clutching out for support.

She was a sex therapist and so she asked him to go into detail about his “issues”. One by one he recounted the history of his life which trabzon escort seemed to revolve around his father’s enormous cock.

She interjected:

“Every time you have mentioned your father’s penis you have called it huge or massive or impressive. Just how big are we talking here sweetie? When you talk about him driving his huge monster down your pretty girlfriend’s throat whilst you sat innocently downstairs watching tv, or fucking your fiancée in a restaurant only 10 minutes after meeting her whilst you waited upstairs for her, just why are these girls succumbing to his… err charms sweetie?” she asked.

“It is about 15 inches long Jane, I have never seen anything like it. I am less than 4 inches. How can I ever have a sex life when I know what he can and will offer any girlfriend of mine?”

“Confidence is the key to a good sex life. I am very confident and my husband and I have a great sex life. He is a former weight lifter, balding, fat and not great looking – and no Martin, he doesn’t have a big cock. You are fitter than him, younger than him, better looking than him.”

His cock was hard as she smiled at him. She looked deep into his eyes and said:

“Tomorrow, bring pictures of all the people you have described so that I can visualise what you are describing to me.”

She pressed herself against his crotch which was on the verge of blowing.

She stood, turned her back to him and smoothed her hands slowly over her arse.

“Stop visualising your father’s cock up my arse,” she said calmly before walking out of the door. Martin groaned as the wet patch spread across his groin.

……………………….

Next day Jane had replaced her conservative business suit with a tight mini skirt and silk top that clung to her boobs. More and more big cock stories flowed from Martin’s mouth as he ogled her legs and drooled at her firm married tits. She reviewed the pictures of these sexy women who Richard was fucking. Only a true alpha male could satisfy these babes she thought as Martin whined about his father’s humiliation of him.

“Let me see this man then” she said sharply. He showed her 3 pictures of Richard. Tanned, good looking, athletic, dark haired and arrogant but she couldn’t tell if he had a 15 inch cock from these pictures.

“Do you think you are better than my husband Martin?” she asked casually.

Martin didn’t know how to answer.

She stood and slid herself onto his lap. His cock pressed against her firm arse. “I do” she whispered in his ear whilst pressing her full tits into his face. He was on the edge, she was playing with him.

She stood and turned her back on him, smoothed her hands slowly over her mini skirt, emphasising her tight arse to him:

“Bring some pictures of his cock tomorrow sweetie” she said as she walked out of the room to the sound of Martin grunting and emptying another load in his trousers.

………………

At the third meeting, the outfit was even more sexy. A demure face with little makeup, a tight cut off white t shirt with a black wonder bra showing an obscene amount of her firm tanned boobs and also acres of her muscular, toned flat tanned stomach. Frayed denim cut off shorts were plastered to her arse. He was hard before he saw her, he was throbbing with desire throughout their meeting. She demanded detailed descriptions of how his father came, the copious amounts, the jets that flew across the room, the gulping throats that tried to swallow it. He finished with the story of an incident a couple of weeks before his wedding with Kim, when he had walked into the kitchen with his mother to find Kim cooking behind the counter in her bikini top. Stood immediately behind her was Richard. From where Martin and Marjorie stood they could not see below Kim’s belly button. She seemed very quiet as they chatted to Richard and he told them that Martin had never told him how excellent Kim was in the kitchen. Kim stifled a giggle and Richard appeared to lean further forward to look over tunceli escort her shoulders, past her huge tits on her slim frame and into the cooking pots. Kim replied that Richard was doing most of the work and that she couldn’t wait to taste his sauce. Only after they married did Kim tell him that Richard was pumping his huge dick into her from behind whilst he spoke calmly to his son and wife and that his huge balls started to shoot his sauce into her as he leant forward to survey her cooking talents. Shot after shot pulsed from his cock as they stood in front of their respective partners, their innocent inadequate partners. Whilst Martin told it as a sad story, Jane could hardly stop squirming with excitement.

“We are going out for lunch,” said Jane.

She grabbed her jacket and Martin followed his dick out of the door behind her.

They were seated at the restaurant and Jane peeled her jacket off and placed it next to her. Martin was sitting side on to her and could see the swell of her firm tits and also her tanned long legs which she continually crossed and uncrossed for his benefit.

For the third day in a row she had him on the verge of blowing his load. She was gorgeous; she listened to his agonies and seemed to crave his company. He wanted to fuck her. She started talking about how ordinary her husband was and asked Martin whether he thought she could have done better. She looked like such a hot babe with her boobs bulging out, her amazing arse and legs on show and her smart business appearance from the shoulders up. Suddenly she turned and put on her jacket, very quickly it was buttoned up and to anyone in the restaurant she looked demure and stylish. Martin could see her legs and her arse caked in her shorts which had clearly been moulded to her arse and he visualised her wearing them in the bath to achieve this look. What happened to him next was a blur. He vaguely remembered being introduced to her husband but his mind was on Jane’s hand which had unzipped him and was presently racing up and down his cock. He tried to answer the man’s question but out of the corner of his eye he could see his cum shooting across Jane’s legs. He had never come so hard in his life. In reality it was probably half the quantity of one of Richard’s mighty jets and Richard produced 20 or 30 of them in one ejaculation but for a man used to dribbling an irrelevant amount, it felt good.

“You have got your work cut out with that one Jane” her husband muttered as he walked away and left the restaurant. Jane scooped cum off her upper thigh and sucked it into her mouth. As if answering her husband she said:

“Yes, I am planning a lot of overtime. Now you know how your father felt when he pumped your lovely fiancée full of cum in the kitchen whilst he chatted to you and his wife. Addictive, wouldn’t you agree. My poor hubby, he thought you were a delinquent when in fact you were just spurting cum onto his wife’s thighs. You have to admire your father’s composure though as he fucked Kim with his huge, superior cock whilst you thought he was telling you about dinner. She bent forward, unbuttoned her jacket and whispered in a sultry voice:

“I am going to teach you to cum in me when you are looking at my husband in the eyes and you will laugh at his ignorance as you pump your seed into me.”

“Oh my God,” said Martin. “You are so hot!”

…………..

That evening Martin sucked on Jane’s firm tits and thrust his aching 4 inch cock into her pussy. Within seconds he spurted his cum, much less than at lunchtime. He took ages to get hard again but then Jane did something which had him solid again in seconds. She picked up the phone and called her husband. She chatted nonchalantly with him for 30 seconds whilst Martin’s dick became rock hard and he drove it into her from behind and mauled her boobs.

“Martin wants a wordy with you Tommy”, she said playfully, passing him the phone.

Martin was about to speak into the phone when Jane’s mouth closed over his cock, her fingers uşak escort manipulating his small balls.

“Ughhh” he grunted as her hot skilled mouth easily engulfed his cock and he came down her throat. He didn’t hear a word her husband said and he passed it back to her.

Licking her lips she spoke to her husband:

“He is much better with me, when he finds the confidence to speak with you I will have done my job.” She omitted to mention the bit about Martin ejaculating into her whilst speaking with him.

………….

The next few weeks were heaven for Martin. He fucked this sexy women from all angles but what he loved was speaking with her husband whist she made him cum. His confidence grew until one day Jane invited him to dinner with her husband that evening.

“I am going to be fucked tonight whilst I look into my husband’s eyes and he will be oblivious to it.”

Martin almost came at the thought.

……………

Martin arrived and Jane had on a tennis outfit. God she looked hot. Tanned legs contrasted with her white skirt, tanned bulging cleavage contrasted with her tight white t shirt. Her hair was in pony tails, her look screamed “fuck me boys”.

Martin groped and kissed her and they phoned her husband who was on his way home.

“Hi honey, is Martin there?”

“Yes babe, we are waiting for you,” she said wanking Martin with her free hand.

“I met a guy who has offered me huge money to go into business with him. I am bringing him for dinner. He said he should meet you as well as we will be partners.”

“Great news honey, see you soon.”

Martin was pleased for Jane but wandered if it spoiled their plans. Jane assured him that her plan was bang on course.

Tommy walked in but Martin’s heart sank. What was going on? His father followed Tommy into the room.

“Hi son, funny to see you here. You must be Jane.”

Jane looked at Martin, smiled a knowing smile as if to say: “So this is the man you have told me about – with the huge cock!!”

The evening passed in a haze for Martin, his erection was gone. The plan had gone out of his head. It had not left Jane’s head though.

The story of Kim being pumped full of Richard’s cum in front of his wife and son thrilled her and tonight she would re-enact it. Unfortunately for Martin though it needed the star performer, the stand in wouldn’t do.

Tommy was chatting to Martin in the lounge whilst Jane stood behind the counter in the kitchen preparing the meal. Richard stood up and said he would help Jane in the kitchen. Martin was immediately suspicious but it took a few minutes for him to get an opportunity to go and see how they were getting on in the kitchen because Tommy was so keen to talk about his business opportunity.

They arrived in the kitchen and Jane’s eyes gleamed at him. Richard stood behind her, right behind her. His huge dick had been driving up into her for 3 minutes. She had spasmed in orgasm more in those 3 minutes than in all her time with Martin. He continued to thrust into her, Martin was suspicious but couldn’t be certain from where he and Tommy stood quite what was going on.

Her words were like a dagger to Martin’s heart:

“Richard was saying he is a good friend of Rachel Robinson. She is my best friend. We have very similar interests, similar hobbies. Richard is very good in the kitchen Martin. He told me so much about you, Richard. I can’t wait to taste your sauce,” she said bending over her cooker and exposing her cleavage to Martin.

Even for a risk taker and habitual maneater like Jane, this was hot. Richard’s huge cock, by far the biggest she had experienced, pummelled her inner core and then exploded. He spoke calmly to Tommy about what a great day this was as he fucked and impregnated his wife right in front of him.

Jane told Martin that Rachel had arranged for a friend of hers to suggest that Martin come to see her. Jane then explained to Tommy that Martin had small dick syndrome but that despite her efforts it was incurable. Martin felt frozen to the spot. Tommy had to excuse himself and went upstairs, laughing his head off. Meanwhile Martin watched as Richard almost blew Jane’s head off when he pulled his enormous spewing cock out of her tight hole and blasted cum all over her face, hair and tits.

Notes

This is the fifth installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie.

This chapter concludes the final sex scene from chapter 4. You don’t necessarily need to read chapter 4 first, because I always include enough info in chapters to catch readers up on what they missed. (but you might want to… chapter 4 is a doozy!)

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© C.B. Summers 2011

DAY 3 — 10 P.M.

PASADENA, CALIFORNIA

DECEMBER 30

“Karma… fucking karma…” Lindsey was muttering out loud, as she madly scrubbed her face in the sink. She didn’t really believe in Karma, but it seemed to be biting her in the ass anyway. She’d been fucking around with her students for days, successfully avoiding detection and punishment. Just when she thought she was in the clear, the universe had decided to punish her in way so devious, so horrifying, that she’d never get over it. She gagged at the thought of her tongue up her little sister Katie’s tight asshole. She almost threw up.

She looked at her crazed expression in the mirror. Goddamn it Lindsey!! She smacked her lips and could still taste Katie’s sweet pussy on the back of her tongue. She slurped the little bar of hotel soap right into her mouth, wincing at the horrible taste. “Gaaaahhh!” She croaked, as she gargled with the soapsuds, coughing and spitting at the stinging sensations in the back of her throat.

Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Fucking karma! This is what I get for being such a fucking whore!

Meanwhile, out in the hotel room, Katie was laughing so hard that Farinella could barely understand a word she was trying to say, between gasping guffaws and slobbery snorts. “Haa, haa, haaaa… Lindsey… hah, hah, hah, ate… hee, hee, hee… my… snort! Choke! Hee, hee, hee, hee… pussy!”

I must be imagining things… it sounded like… her sister… ate her pussy? What is she talking about?

Katie was laughing so hard she tumbled from the bed to the floor, holding her sides as she fell, curled up in helpless hilarity. Farinella was still weak in the knees from her transcendent orgasm, so she gingerly scooted to the edge of the bed and looked down at the laughing Latina. She was thrilled at the sight of Katie’s naked body in the pale glow of candlelight. Katie had undressed while going down on her, so this was Farinella’s first good look at Katie’s adorable figure. She had a sexy little body, with perfectly smooth pale brown skin, and a glittery gold hoop in her belly button.

The poor girl was choking with laughter. She looked like she was under attack… curled up in a ball, holding her belly, her breasts bouncing and legs twitching, her face contorted into a crazy smile, and her cheeks streaked with tears. She looked almost insane. She’s scaring me!

Farinella touched Katie’s knee affectionately and said, with deep concern in her voice, “What on earth are you laughing at, dear?”

Katie tried to say something, but all she could choke out was, “Heee heee heee… Lindsey… heee heee heee!” as she gestured convulsively at the bathroom door.

Farinella saw light streaming under it, and water running on the other side.

She felt a sudden sinking sensation. Oh, Lord… Mrs. Foster’s back! She saw us! She saw me fooling around with her baby sister! I didn’t even hear her coming in! Oh, no! Then she considered what she thought Katie said… Lindsey ate her pussy? But she discounted it as being impossible. Why would Mrs. Foster eat her sister’s pussy? That doesn’t make any sense. I must have heard wrong.

Farinella was worried that Mrs. Foster was mad at her. She went to the bathroom door and tapped it lightly, but there was no answer. The water was running full blast. Maybe she can’t hear. Farinella checked to see if the door was locked. It wasn’t. She peeked inside and saw Mrs. Foster standing naked by the sink, gargling. Farinella’s heart fluttered at the sight of the little English teacher’s beautiful ass.

Farinella opened the door further and said, “Mrs. Foster?” Lindsey’s head snapped around, glaring back with a wild expression on her face and soap foam dripping from her mouth.

Lindsey had thought Katie was coming in, and was about to yell at her in fury, but when she saw Farinella’s horrified face, the craziness in her mind suddenly quieted. I must look utterly insane. Hell… I am utterly insane. I just gave my sister a rim job… oh fuck… get a hold of yourself, Lindsey. She spit the soapsuds out of mouth and rinsed it out several times to get rid of the acrid taste.

As she rinsed, Farinella was softly babbling, “Oh… Mrs. Foster… Lindsey… I didn’t mean to… your sister… she was just so… I don’t know how it happened… I hope you’re not…”

Lindsey turned to Farinella and urfa escort smiled brightly, pretending that nothing whatsoever was wrong. “I’m sorry, Farinella. I ate something disgusting for dinner, and I just had to rinse it out. I didn’t…” Then she actually took a look at the lovely Italian woman. “Oh… shit… you look beautiful!”

And it was true. Farinella was dressed in a stunning dusty-pink negligee, with off-white Victorian lace lovingly cupping her beautiful, big breasts. Her ruddy pink areolas and dark, fat nipples were enticingly visible through the lace, as was the black beauty mark right in the center of her cleavage. Farinella’s wavy bleach blonde hair was disheveled into the crazy look of ‘sex hair’, but other than that she was utter perfection. So mind bogglingly beautiful, in fact, that Lindsey almost stopped thinking about how she’d just had her fingers buried knuckle deep in her sister’s tight, wet little snatch… almost.

“My god, Farinella! I can’t believe it’s you. You’re stunning. I mean… seriously! Movie-star stunning!”

Farinella blushed like a schoolgirl and smiled so wide it hurt her cheeks. She was utterly relieved that Mrs. Foster wasn’t mad at her. And thrilled that she appreciated the expensive lingerie she’d bought just for her. She did a slow turn for Lindsey to fully appreciate the way the silk enhanced the luscious shape of her big ass, and narrow waist.

Katie looked up, then let out a brand new series of guffaws. She was laughing so hard she was choking on her own spit. Lindsey hugged Farinella, taking the opportunity to flash an angry glare at her sister over Farinella’s shoulder.

Katie caught the look and realized that Lindsey probably didn’t find this all that funny. They’d been friends for so many years; she could read Lindsey’s expressions easily. The current expression said, “Stop laughing, you stupid bitch! I don’t want my new girlfriend to know that I just had my tongue buried in my own sister’s asshole!” Katie tried to stifle her laughter. She’s right… there’s no reason to freak out Farinella. She took several deep breaths and her laughing fit faded away. She sat up, ribs aching.

Then the image of her big sister’s tongue sliding in and out of her asshole popped into her mind again, and she fell flat on her back, guffawing uncontrollably.

Lindsey pulled Farinella into the bathroom and closed the door to shut out Katie’s laughter. “Pay no attention to my sister. She’s just having one of her laughing fits. Happens all the time. Something must have tickled her funny bone.” A fresh gout of guffaws rattled through the door. “What the fuck is she doing here, anyway?”

“She said she came to help you with something. She wouldn’t say.”

“Really?” Lindsey felt a sudden rush of love for her sister. It almost totally eclipsed her fury and disgust. That’s just like the little bitch. She was worried about me after the phone-call this morning, so she flew all the way from Florida to help me out. Goddamn bitch… I fucking love her.

Katie’s laughter was dying down again on the other side of the door. But then it burst out again.

Farinella said, “I don’t understand… why is she laughing so hard?”

Lindsey felt the sudden urge to tell Farinella the truth. She hated lying to people she cared about. “When I came into the room, I saw you with a girl… I thought you’d brought her here… you know… for a threesome.” Farinella blushed. “I didn’t recognize Katie at all. I didn’t see her face… I was standing behind her. Well… the last time I saw Katie nude, she had pubic hair. That was only a couple of days ago. We were sunbathing by my pool. She must have shaved in the last day or two, because I didn’t recognize her. I mean… why would I? I had no reason to think I’d find my sister between your lovely legs. I just thought, ‘yummy! Farinella’s scored us some pussy!’ So… I…” She shrugged, unable to say the words.

Farinella was horrified. Oh my lord… she did it… she actually did it… she ate her sister’s pussy!

Lindsey saw the look of shock and dismay on Farinella’s face. Oh, shit… what am I thinking? I can’t tell her the truth! So she laughed gaily and said, “It’s embarrassing… but I touched her ass. I kissed it actually… just a peck. But then I recognized her voice and… well… she’s laughing because I kissed her ass. Ha, ha, very funny.”

Farinella was so relieved. But she had to admit. The idea that the sisters had been doing something incestuous, however accidentally, had shot a jolt of pure electricity straight into her pussy. She’d had a weakness for incest… an obsession, really, ever since she was young.

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Back when Farinella was just a little high school girl in Italy, her cousin Bette had come to live with her family for a year. Bette was a chubby, flirtatious nineteen-year-old, with short, curly hair, and deep, adorable dimples in her cheeks. Farinella had offered to let Bette share her room, but Mama wouldn’t hear of sivas escort it. She told Farinella, in strictest confidence, that Bette had been kicked out of her house for doing something very bad, and that Farinella was never to be alone with her, particularly at night. Therefore, Bette had to sleep with Grandmama.

At the time, Farinella had been going through an awkward period of self-discovery. She’d learned, much to her shame, that she was attracted to women and grossed out by boys. Having a vivacious nineteen-year-old girl in her house was sinfully thrilling. She couldn’t take her eyes off Cousin Bette as she bustled around the house, doing chores… washing dishes, vacuuming the carpets, hanging up laundry… fascinated by the way Bette’s large breasts shifted about in her loose dresses, and the way her fleshy ass wiggled as she walked. She was also charmed by the mischievous little expression on Bette’s round face. She was always winking at Farinella and batting her eyes, almost as if she was flirting with her.

Farinella’s parents made sure that she was never alone with Bette… until one day she accidentally walked in on Bette taking a bath. Bette invited her in so they could have their first real chat.

Farinella walked up to the edge of the tub, and looked down at the first naked woman she’d ever seen outside of the movies and was utterly amazed. Bette was pale and chubby, and her big, luxurious breasts were floating in the water… her pink nipples totally exposed over the soapsuds.

They chatted about this and that, but finally Farinella worked up the courage to ask the question that had been on her mind since Bette moved in. “Nobody will tell me… what did you do? Why did your mama and papa kick you out?”

Bette laughed, looked to make sure the door was closed, then whispered, “I touched my papa’s thing! But that’s not why they kicked me out.”

Farinella was shocked, but fascinated. “Really?”

“I put it in my mouth. He wanted me to. So I did… and I sucked it and sucked it and then he squirted something.”

“He peed in your mouth?”

“No… something else. It was thick and gross. Yecch! My friend Trina says she does it all the time with her boyfriend. It’s called cum and she says she likes it. She likes swallowing it. So I thought maybe I should give it a try since Papa wanted me to. But yuck. I didn’t do that again, even though Papa’s always bugging me to. I’d rather do that kind of thing with my sisters.”

“Your sisters?”

Bette’s dimples deepened and her eyes twinkled. “I like to play with their pussies. Touch them and lick them. Pussy tastes much better than papa’s thing, that’s for sure.”

Farinella stared at Bette, open-mouthed.

Bette giggled and said, “And they touch me too. They don’t want to lick me, but they touch me. See this lump?” Bette arched her back and brought her hairy pussy up out of the water, opening her legs wide. Farinella watched in fascination as Bette pulled her wet pubes aside, and showed her the ruddy, glistening slit. Her fingers started circling a big hooded lump of flesh on top. Farinella had already discovered how to play with her own lump, but it was smaller than Bette’s and she didn’t know what it was called. “I love it when they touch my clitoris. It feels so good swirling it in a circle. It’s just as good as having sex with a man, or at least that’s what I believe. The best part is that as long as you’re careful not to put your fingers in too deep, you can stay a virgin… forever. That’s what I’m gonna do.”

“Wow.”

“Let me see your pussy, Farinella. It’s only fair. I showed you mine.”

Farinella thought it was a strange request, but she figured that fair was fair. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. Bette looked at her pussy with intense interest. Then, without even asking, she reached out and touched her. Farinella stumbled against the toilet, so she wasn’t able to back out of reach as fast as she intended. Bette had enough time to slide her fingers up Farinella’s slit, and circle her clitoris a few times with her thumb. Farinella’s pussy was wet from looking at Bette’s beautiful body. After Farinella backed away, Bette brought her wet fingers to her mouth and sucked them.

“Mmm… You taste so yummy, Farinella. Would you like to taste my pussy? I taste yummy too!” She arched her back even higher, and pulled her pussy lips open wide.

Farinella shook her head and pulled her panties up, too shocked to speak. The idea of licking her cousin’s pussy was wonderful, but unthinkably evil. She was still a good little Catholic girl back then, and the fear of going to hell was a very real thing to her.

Bette saw Farinella’s horrified expression, so she lowered her pussy back under the bubbles and said, “Well one night I was in Ana and Maria’s bedroom, licking Ana’s clitoris, while Maria was touching mine. I guess we were all moaning a little too loud, because Papa busted in on us. He went totally crazy. He kicked me tekirdağ escort out of the house in nothing but my nightgown.” Bette’s face darkened, “He’s so unfair. It’s okay for me to suck his thing… but my sisters’ pussies are totally off limits!” Sad tears started flowing out of Bette’s pretty eyes, “I should have been more careful. I miss Ana and Maria so much.”

Farinella had been so shocked and disturbed by the brief conversation that she’d run off to hide, afraid that Bette would want to lick her clitoris. But after a couple of days… the idea didn’t seem so bad anymore. She would lie in bed at night, masturbating as she wondered what Bette’s pussy tasted like. And sometimes she pictured Bette playing with her pretty little sisters. It was so wrong… so forbidden… so exciting!

Mama, Papa and Grandmama were eternally vigilant, so it was months before she found herself alone with Bette again. She woke up at the sound of Bette creeping in her room.

Bette was shivering as she whispered, “Grandmama is snoring. Can I sleep with you?”

Farinella knew it was totally forbidden, but she nodded and pulled her covers open and Bette crawled in next to her. It was only a small bed, so Farinella was immediately pushed over against the wall. Bette turned over on her side, facing Farinella, and now Bette’s big breasts were pressing into Farinella’s smaller ones. Bette was shivering… Farinella could feel Bette’s hard nipples through their nightgowns. Farinella bit her lip and tried to stay calm. She just wants to sleep… she just wants to sleep.

But Bette didn’t go to sleep. She just lay there, looking at Farinella lovingly. Farinella looked back at her, and their eyes stayed locked for the longest time. Farinella’s heart started to race. She loved the feel of Bette’s warm body next to hers.

After a while Bette whispered, “Cousin, did anyone ever tell you, you look like Sophia Loren?”

Farinella giggled, “Of course. All the time.”

“You’re so pretty, Farinella.”

“Thank you, Bette. So are you.”

“You can touch my breasts, Farinella.”

Farinella blushed. It was almost as if Bette had read her mind. She put her hand on Bette’s large mammary and squeezed it, running her fingers lightly over Bette’s hard nipple.

“You can unbutton me if you like.”

The nightgown had a row of buttons halfway down the front, so Farinella breathlessly unbuttoned them, then opened it up to look at Bette’s huge, pale breasts in the moonlight. She touched Bette’s naked flesh for a few minutes. Bette suddenly rotated up and straddled her. Now those huge breasts were dangling above her, and Bette started rubbing them slowly back and forth over Farinella’s face. Farinella was frozen with fear and lust. It was incredible, but utterly sinful. She was certain that Jesus was watching and judging her. But then Bette’s nipple pushed her lips open and she didn’t care anymore. She started suckling her cousin’s breast.

“That’s good, Farinella. That’s good.” Bette moaned quietly as Farinella licked her and sucked the big, pink nipple. Then Bette started touching Farinella’s breasts. She didn’t have buttons on her nightgown, so Bette just felt her through the fabric. She pinched Farinella’s nipples and it felt wonderful. “Do you love me, Farinella?”

Farinella nodded, her mouth still wrapped around Bette’s nipple, and sucking it more and more eagerly and desperately as each moment passed.

“Then, will you do me a favor? My sisters never wanted to lick my pussy. Would you?” Farinella nodded. So Bette crawled up, grabbed the headboard and put one foot next to Farinella’s head, and pulled her nightgown up, exposing her pussy to Farinella. It was right there, just inches above her face. It was too dark to see anything but a patch of dark hair, but the odor was intense… weirdly beautiful, and lightly perfumed. Then Bette lowered her pussy toward Farinella’s face. She didn’t go all the way. She stopped when her pubic hairs were just tickling Farinella’s nose.

Farinella wanted to lick Bette’s clitoris in the worst way imaginable, so when it was apparent that Bette wasn’t going to lower herself any further, Farinella craned her neck up, and sunk her face into Bette’s hairy wet snatch, and licked her soft, wiggly pussy lips. Farinella and Bette moaned together at the pure naughty excitement of it. Liquid dripped out of Bette’s pussy, right into Farinella’s mouth. It was so delicious and fresh. She licked more, higher, harder, sinking her face into Bette’s flesh, sticking her tongue in until it was pressed against Bette’s maidenhead. Then she ran her tongue up and found Bette’s large clitoris, and began to suck and play with it, responding to Bette’s moans and vibrations. Bette grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it and started grinding her crotch against Farinella’s face, letting her know the pace that her tongue should be taking.

As she did this, she moaned, “Oh… Cousin Farinella. Like that… like that… you’re so good at this. So good…” She buried her face in the pillow again and began to moan louder and louder, but the sound was well muffled. Her whole body was shaking, and juices were welling out of her, dripping down Farinella’s face, and flooding her mouth, so she had no choice but to drink her Cousin’s offering.

Growing up on a farm can be both a pleasure and a chore. The chores are fairly obvious. You have feeding the animals(such as cows, pigs, horses, etc), there is cleaning up after these said animals(which is a chore within itself) and finally you may have planting and harvesting of certain crops or the bailing of hay. What ever the chore, there is always one to do.

The pleasures on the other hand may not be as obvious, depending on your point of view or what you would consider a pleasure of growing up on a farm. As far as I am concerned the pleasures I knew growing up on a farm were the simple pleasures you would not find in the city.

The first one that comes to mind to me are the carefree summer nights lying in the pasture gazing up into the stars and falling asleep listening to the night creatures. We had no worry about someone coming around bothering us or fear to lock our door Life was good and we had it great

Another pleasure that I think of is being able to go to the swing by the swimming pond on a hot summer’s day with my twin sister Holly. As children we would frolic in the pond dunk each other push each other on the swing or challenge each other to who could swing out the furthest on the rope and land in the pond. Sometimes I would win but as we got older it got harder to beat her.

Lastly, the most enjoyable pleasure was the freedom and wide open spaces to do as you please. There were neighbors yes, but growing up in the Midwest meant you sometimes had your nearest neighbor was a half a mile away, sometimes even further. That meant you could do what ever you wanted on your land and no one would see you, unless it happened to be mom or dad who was looking for you or in my case me spying on my sister as she got older.

This is where the first part of our story begins. Growing up, Holly and I were inseparable. We were fraternal twins born a few minutes apart, Holly being the oldest, but only by seven minutes. As we grew we somehow developed a special deep bond between each other.

Sure we fought on occasion like cats and dogs like as most siblings do and I am sure I did things that pestered the hell out of Holly and she would end up calling me “her creepy little bother,” but all in all, we loved each other and had a special unspoken bond that went deeper than any of us could ever imagine and would not manifest itself fully until we were in our late teens.

I can remember the first time it occurred . It was the summer after our senior year in high school and we had both just turned 18 a month before. It wasn’t the first time I had seen my sister naked but it would be the event that would bring to the surface all the deep seeded fantasies I never thought I would have had.

It happened when mom and dad went to visit Aunt Ruby for the weekend. They had left us together before since we were 14 but only for a few hours at a time but now they figured we were old enough to be left alone for a night maybe two, so on that note they told us they would be back that following Sunday evening.

Mom and Dad left on a Friday morning and Holly and myself spent most of the day working on our chores. I was wearing a regular work short sleeve work shirt, faded jeans and work boots but as was Holly’s custom she dressed more enticing, especially when mom and dad weren’t around

Holly had on a pair of tight short, SHORT faded blue cut off denim shorts that barely covered her ass and was wearing an open short sleeve cotton pink and white checkerboard square shirt that was tied in a knot at her midriff. The outfit showed off ever inch of her succulent 5’6″ 120 pound 34B-22-32 body.

Her long shoulder length chestnut brown hair was braided in to pig tails and in her outfit Holly looked like the stereotypical “farmer’s daughter” and I would have given anything to be the “traveling salesman” that you hear about who runs off with the farmer’s daughter.

After putting in a “good day’s work,” it was nearly 5:00 in the evening and we were getting fairly well famished. Holly suggested we get changed and she would lay out some steaks if I would grill them and that sounded good to me.

We both grabbed a quick shower and met back down in the kitchen. I put on an old grey t-shirt and gym shorts but Holly was dressed in a way I hadn’t seen her before but hey I wasn’t complaining.

She had on one of her sheer cotton see through robes(light baby blue colored) that went with her pajama set but instead of it being buttoned and on top of her night gown or pajamas like I was used to seeing it, it was open and she was not wearing anything underneath it. The only other thing she was wearing was a pair of matching cotton panties.

Holly was walking around like it was perfectly natural and thought nothing of it so I said nothing. After she finished the salad, she checked on the potatoes and told me that they were almost done and that I could start grilling. I went out and began grilling and she finished setting the table for dinner.

We ate supper and at the table she removed mersin escort her robe like it was no big deal “I don’t wanna mess it up,” she said like she was giving a reason why she was taking off her top at the dinner table but I didn’t make a big deal out of it. Hell, I enjoyed the view but I wasn’t about to tell her that.

After supper, she put her robe back on and we walked out on the back deck and sat around and talked. She lit up a cigarette and offered me one and we smoked a few, had a couple of beers and laughed and cut up.

Holly then went inside for a moment and came out and threw me a towel and blanket. “Wanna come for a moonlight swim,” she said

“Sure, why not,” I replied and we both walked down to the pond

Holly stripped out of her clothes and said “Well ya going to swim in those clothes or what?”

I must admit I was a bit surprised but I figured “What the hell. Its dark and no one’s around so why not.” I stripped out of my gym shorts, t-shirt and underwear and joined her in the water.

We took turns splashing each other, we tried to dunk each other a few times and spent about 20 minutes taking turns using the rope swing to see who could jump the furthest out into the pond and make the biggest splash. After about a total of 35-45 minutes of “fun in the water” Holly and I decided to get out and dry off.

“Hey Brad honey, why don’t we lie under the stars like we used to when we were kids,” Holly said as she picked up her clothes and the blanket.

“I’m game sis,” I replied with a smile and she took me by the hand and we walked up from the pond around the side of the house and down the path to the middle of the wheat field.

We found the clearing by the big oak tree we used to lay in as kids and it hadn’t changed much. Spreading out the blanket, Holly and I laid naked under the stars without a care in the world.

Just close your eyes and imagine lying in the middle of the field without the city lights to dim the stars and that was what it was like. The stars were so bright and so close, it was like you could reach right out and touch them. Theyy seemed to go on forever.

Holly and I spent about 15-20 minutes naming all of the constellations we saw, something we used to do when our dad would take us out and show them to us. This moment is one of the many un named pleasures that one can experience living in the country.

“Wanna another ciggy,” Holly said as she took one out and lit it.

“Sure,” I replied and she lit me one and handed it to me.

“Isn’t this nice Brad,” Holly said with a soft satisfying contented sigh. “I could lay here all night and fall asleep under these stars and life would be just grand. Who needs the city, gimme the country anytime and the wide open spaces.”

Just then, much to my surprise, as we were lying on the blanket looking up at the stars, she turned over crawled on top of me and put her arms around me and gave me a hug and let out a soft coo.

“What was that for,” I said smiling.

“I just wanted to let you know that I love you very much brother dear and as brothers go, you are the best a girl could ever hope for,” Holly replied

“I love you to sis,” I replied and embraced her returning her a warm loving hug.

Holly then rolled back over and then laid beside me as she put her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest and cuddled up to me like a little girl would her daddy.

“Hey what gives Holly,” I asked .

“What do you mean” she said with a soft sigh.

“Well don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind all the attention but I haven’t seen you act this way in a long time. Is there something the matter?”

“Nah,” she said “I was just thinking how nice this is and how wonderful it is to be here, especially with you.”

I didn’t know what to think but I took it for the complement that it was. I figured she was having a “sentimental moment” so I said nothing and just held her as we laid under the stars for the next 15 minutes.

“Promise me something brother dear,” Holly then said as she broke the silence and crawled back on top of me

“What’s that,” I replied as I was now holding her in my arms with her firm supple breasts pressed against my muscular bare chest and her legs draped against mine.

“Promise me that you will never leave me and that we will always be together, no matter what.”

” Okay what gives Holly,” I said now knowing something was bothering her.

“It’s nothing really,” she replied, but not very convincingly.

“Come on now,” I said. “This is me you are talking to, your very own brother. I know you too well, to know when something’s really bothering you so you might as well spill it and fess up.”

“Ok,” Holly replied. “It’s really corny and now that I think about it I should have just let it go.”

“Now you gotta tell me”, I implored “You got my interest peaked.”

“Ok here it goes,” Holly said, “but I warn you, you will laugh at me and think I muğla escort am looney.”

I thought Holly was about to confess to something she had broken of mine that was very special to me or that she had done something that she thought I wouldn’t like and before I found out from someone else she would tell me.

However, it was nothing as simple or shallow as that. What she had on her mind ran much deeper and was much more intimate and would end up changing the dynamics of our “normal” sibling relationship.

Holly went on to tell me that out of all of her boyfriends she had, she wished she could found someone like me, some would who would really love her and not take advantage of her.

She also confessed that she was far from a virgin, something I kind of had known, seeing that I had seen her last fall sneak up into the barn with a guy and when I went to investigate I heard moans, the same moans I had heard when my parents were doing it in the middle of the night and they thought I was asleep.

I just listened to her and after she had finished “spilling her guts,” I just pulled her to me.

“Come here sis,” I softly said as I lovingly embraced her tightly pulling her warm soft body to mine. “Let me tell you something,” I added gently stroking the bangs of her soft hair. “You are my sister and I love you more than anything else in the world.”

“You know I would do anything for you and would never harm you,” I added. “You are a very special girl and any guy who doesn’t love you for who you really are is not worth waiting your time on. You must find that special person who is right for you and I once you do, I am sure he will know it as well.”

I must admit I was speaking a bit selfishly and had had thoughts about banging my own sister a couple of times but never did anything about it. I was always afraid I would have probably freaked her out if I told her, not to mention the fear that I would get into a shit load of trouble when she told mom and dad what I said. I just kept those thoughts to myself as I held her tightly to me and our warm bodies meshed together.

Then Holly would say something that would open that door.

“You know something brother dear,” Holly said as she positioned herself on top of me so that now her crotch was firmly against my growing cock and she was now stroking my bangs and running her fingers through my hair. “If it wasn’t for the fact that you were my brother, I think I would fuck you myself.”

Holly said that in a matter of fact tone like she meant it was serious, and I do believe she really was. I was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to say but I kept my composure.

“So tell me brother dear what do you think,” Holly said taking a long final drag of her cigarette and then chucking it to the side.

“About what,” I said trying to play dumb.

“About what I just confessed to ya, silly,” Holly said slowly grinding her nicely trimmed cunt against my bulging cock.

“Don’t lie, we both know you want it,” Holly said with an air of cocky confidence. “Don’t think that I didn’t know you were watching me all those times I snuck off to skinny dip in the pond. I knew you were following me. And all those times I let you catch me naked, hell I was doing that for your benefit.”

“I have wanted you for myself since we were both 15 and you got looking so hot,” Holly added as she rubbed my chest. “But I figured that if I told ya it would freak you out. So, I kept it to myself until we were grown up and I figured you could better handle it. Why do you think I was dressed the way I was today, or tonight for that matter, or all those other times I dressed skimpily. I was using the art of slow sensual seduction.”

“So brother dear, what do you say to my proposition,” Holly said as she positioned her pussy so that now my cock was rubbing up against her cunt lips. “Wanna take me up on my offer right here right now under the stars?”

I didn’t know how to respond. By now I was speechless but I was silently “thanking my lucky stars.” Here was my deepest darkest fantasy about to come true. My very own sister was laying on top of my naked body with hers pressed up against mine.

Her soft supple 34 inch breasts were meshed up against my chest and her cunt was ever so slowly grinding against my throbbing pulsating fully erect cock.

I was frozen in time and didn’t know what to do. I wanted so much to take her right here, right now, to thrust my cock into her warm wet waiting pussy and let her ride me long slow and intensely until I spunked my load deep inside of her, yet I didn’t move.

Now don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t the first time I had ever had sex. I lost my cherry at age sixteen to one of Holly’s cheerleading friends Charlene at a local barn dance when we snuck off and did it out behind the corn field. Since then, I had had my share of romps in the hay with Charlene as well as other girls.

This, however, was different. I was caught in the quagmire of my own personal nevşehir escort moral dilemma. Here was fate offering me the opportunity of the lifetime but years of religious, societal, and parental influence had told me incest was wrong and a “mortal sin.” I was trapped and didn’t know what to do.

Just I was just getting the “gumption” to make the move, Holly would sense my dilemma and easy my way down this path.

“I tell you what Brad sweetie, I will make it easy for you,” Holly said with understanding and kindness, not belittling me at all. “I love you dearly and want this as much as you do but I also don’t want to force you. I will initiate sex and if at anytime I do something that bothers you just say the word, and I will stop and nothing more will be said. Agreed?”

I just nodded my head in the affirmative.

“Remember, just say the word if I do something you don’t like or otherwise just lie back and enjoy the ride.” With that Holly began to make her move on me.

Holly started by kissing me on the lips as she moved her body against mine. Her kisses were soft and gentle at first then her tongue began probing its way into my mouth. I began to find the courage I had been searching for and slowly started returning the kisses, softly at first then deepening them and making them more passionate and intense.

“That’s it Brad dear,” Holly said sweetly. “Your getting into it,” and as I got braver I put my arms around her and pulled her to me and wrapped my legs around hers and held her tight to me.

Somehow, the way our bodies moved together caused my cock to slip into her warm wet pussy. It felt so good to finally be inside my sister and the fears which I had been feeling just melted away.

Holly began to pump me ever so slowly as we continued to kiss.

“Mmmmm Brad Honey,” Holly purred with contented delight. “Charlene was right when she said you are so big,” Holly cooed as she rode my pulsating monster hard on.

Holly would continue to ride me for a couple of minutes and then she dismounted me and began to kiss her way down my body. She slowly ran her tongue along my chest and flicked my nipples with the edge of her tongue then continued to kiss her way down my torso until she reached my crotch.

Taking my throbbing “8 and a half incher” into her capable hands, Holly proceeded to give me a blow job that would make my head spin and curl my toes.

Holly began to run her tongue along the sides of my cock head and up and down the back of the shaft. That made me shudder with ecstasy and delight and I softly moaned.

“Hmmmm brother dear, it appears you do like what I am doing,” Holly said with a sly grin.

“Oh yes baby,” I moaned. “Don’t stop take me all the way. Work you magic on me”

“Very well sweetie,” Holly replied. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

Holly began to increase the action on the blow job and by now she had her lip over the head of my cock and within seconds it was fully in her mouth and her head was bobbing up and down on my tool as she slurped it like a child would its favorite popsicle.

I thought my head was going to float away it was swimming so much and I thought for sure my cock was going to explode because it was on fire with pleasure. I could feel my cum build up in it and I let Holly know I was on the verge of exploding. She just grinned and continued to work her magic.

When Holly saw me squirming she knew I was on the verge of sweet release. However, instead of letting my cock fully erupt its manhood, she took the sides of my cock near the head and had a way of bleeding off just enough cum to keep me from exploding just like you would bleed off excess pressure from a valve but still keep a majority of the steam inside the pipe.

My cum dribbled out just enough to relieve the excess pressure but I knew my cock was still full. This would be the time that Holly would allow me to have as much fun as she was having. Holly moved her body around so that now she was on top of me and we were in the 69 position. She lowered her nicely trimmed slightly furry cunt on to my face and allowed me to eat her out as she sucked me off.

I didn’t have to be told twice what to do. I dove in like a skilled pro.

“Oh yes Brad honey” Holly cooed. “Make me cum baby.” I pulled Holly’s cunt down on me as I grabbed her by her thigh. I even finger fucked her with one then two fingers as I used my tongue like a little cock

It wouldn’t be long until both of us were ready to explode. I could feel and taste the juices as they began to trickle out of Holly’s cunt onto my tongue and My cock was swollen with cum. With one gasp of air I gulped and the next thing I know my cum was spewing forth from my cock all over Holly’s face, lips and hair. She continued to pump my cock and as I streamed more she drank the rest of it down not missing a drop.

While this was occurring Holly came on my face flooding my mouth with her sweet creamy nectar. She cooed with delight as she allowed me to partake of all her womanhood.

“I want you to eat me out baby as I fuck your face,” Holly said with a lustful moan as she rolled herself on her back with her legs spread wide. “Make me cum in your mouth,” Holly purred. “I want you to make me come until I flood your face with my sweet sticky cream.”

Our parents took my younger brother (who just turned 18) and I along on a trip to Europe with them. To save money my parents had my brother and I share a room together. We had been on vacation now for almost a week. Mom has kept us on a frantic pace sightseeing, so it’s been a busy week.

We had just got back to the hotel after having dinner and my brother went into the bathroom and changed into a pair black sweat pants then sat down on his bed leaning against the headboard to relax. I had sat down on my bed still in my short dress with the low cut front, stockings and heels and decided to see what was on television.

“Oh this is a really good show, you should watch it.”

“I’m not interested in those type shows.”

“Well, you’re going to have to watch it anyway because I don’t want to miss anything.” I stood up and took my dress off and hung it up in the closet leaving me in nothing but my panties, stockings and heels then sat back on the bed to watch the program.

“We come all the way over here just to watch this still?” Glancing over at you shocked to see you peel off your dress. I shake my head out of a trance of staring at you, not wanting to get busted, and force myself to look back at the tv. But my eyes just can’t help taking quick glances over at the first female I have seen in person. Looking you over, fixated on your stockings for a bit, I scan in the sight of you and then feel a stirring in my loins.

“Well at least it’s something to do it’s too late to go anywhere else tonight.” I notice his reflection in the TV looking at me over and fidgeting around adjusting himself. I get an evil idea and decide to tease him a bit. I remember when I was looking over the channels earlier that there was an adult station so I turned to it.

“Well would you rather look at this instead? It’s kind of a romance movie but you might enjoy it.”

On the TV is a man sitting in a chair as the woman is slowly unbuttoning her blouse doing a strip tease for him. I glanced over at my brother to see his reaction and saw him staring at the screen watching the show. He still kept glancing over at me though and then back at the TV. His hand kept adjusting his cock in his pants as the bulge got bigger.

“So do you like this Movie better?” I decided to push it a bit more with him and got up and stood in front of him. “Isn’t she so sexy?” I cupped my breasts and squeezed them leaning down and shaking them in front of his face watching him. “Do you think my tits are as nice as hers? I reached back and undid my bra letting him see my 38c tits.

My eyes go wide as my jaw drops. She could tell I’m in shock as I freeze, just my eyes moving back and forth from the TV to her breasts. Seeing her standing there in just heels, stockings and panties, asking me about her tits as she plays with them, has me dumbfounded. I feel my cock grow and form a lump in my sweats as I blush. I dryly say, “um.. those are nice”, trying to sound calm.

I noticed the bulge in his pants getting bigger and smiled. I looked over at the TV and saw the woman turning and bending over for the man. “Oh look now she’s showing off her ass to him.” I turned and bend over with my ass in front of his face. “Does mine look as good as hers?” as I reached back and grabbed my ass.

Relieved that she turned away so that she wasn’t staring at me, then I see her sticking her ass out. Once again, my eyes are glued to her body, looking at her round cheeks in front of me, “uh yeah sis, yours is pretty good”. Again trying to sound like I’m talking about a drawing she did, not lusting after her. My cock getting even harder, I bend my knee and rize escort try to use my thigh to mask it a bit but my sweats were in full tent mode. I realize I can’t handle this much longer, thinking about how I haven’t jerked off all week because the bathroom door is thin and it felt awkward doing it with her just on the side of that thin door.

I turned back towards you looking at his crotch seeing the bulge getting bigger. “Well you’re not really the one to be asking I mean you are my brother.” I sat on my bed with the pillows propped behind me and looked at the TV. The couple are now kissing and the man is feeling her up. I glance at my brother then lowering my one leg for him to see better I slipped my hand inside my panties and rubbed myself. “OH this is getting good. I bet he has a big hard cock don’t you?” As I looked over at him and saw the tent in his pants. “I bet you were him right now don’t you?”

I watched her move her leg and her hand slipping down inside her panties. Not actually catching that she was playing her yourself, but that still pushed me over the edge. With her asking me if I wanted to be him, the timing is all the more awkward, but I try say “I uh.. gotta go to bathroom, be right back.” I stood up, hips cocked away from her to not make the tent in my sweats not THAT obvious. I try to casually walk in like it’s no big deal. Once I shut the door, I waste no time sitting down on the toilet and slipping my hand over cock. Lightly rubbing it up and down. Leaning back against the tank, sitting towards the front of the seat, my balls hanging over the front edge. The toilet facing the door.

I quietly get up and sneak over to the bathroom door and listen. I hear my brother moving on the toilet seat and decide it’s time to see what he is doing. As I opened the door a called out “I won’t look but I want to get my hairbrush.” As I open the door I see him sitting there jerking off. “Oh so I guess the movie did get you excited or was it me that got you turned on?” I laughed as I stared at his hard cock and my pussy started to tingle.

I quickly pull my hand off my cock, but no good way to hide it sticking up as my face turns deep red. “Sis!” before she could say anything, not wanting to admit my sister got me horny, trying desperately to keep eye contact with her and not let my vision drop down to her half naked body. “It’s just um… I haven’t done it, in like a while, and uh.. yeah that movie.. and…” trailing off from my rambling. My eyes dipping down to her chest for a split second before popping back up to meet hers.

Seeing him looking at me and how big his cock is, knowing I haven’t had any for awhile myself, I push it even further with him. “Well you can’t see the movie from her so maybe I can help you..” I smiled at him as I pulled my panties down revealing my shaved pussy to him. I sat on the sink next to him spreading my legs so he could have a good view of my pussy. “You can finish what you were doing as you look at me if you want. I don’t mind.. * my hand slid down over my pussy as I opened my pink lips for him and let my thumb rub my clit as I stared at his cock.

I gazed in awe at her pussy. Studying every detail of the first one I’ve ever seen. So caught up in the sight, I forget to take her up on her offer of finishing, at first. Leaning forward a bit, just to get a little close look, a “wow” softly escapes my lips. I looked up at her, “you uh.. really don’t mind?” as my hand slides up to my lap, absentmindedly running my fingertips up and down the shaft as my eyes move back and forth between her pussy and her tits.

I smiled at him my pussy sakarya escort getting wetter. “Not at all .. I mean I am your sister it’s not like we’re going to fuck and what are sisters for?” I slip a finger inside my pussy slowly moving it in and out as I see your hand moving back onto your cock. “Go ahead and enjoy.” winking at you.

“Um… OK.” relaxing a bit at her attitude and surprised at how cool she is being I wrap my fist around the base of my shaft and slowly drag it up and over the head of my cock.

Watching as he stroked his cock my finger going deeper into my pussy. “That’s it bro, stroke your cock and get off watching as your sis fingers herself.” I pushed a second finger into my pussy, “See how nice and wet my pussy is?” as the light glistened off my pussy.

You notice I am focused on your pussy as stroke my cock, fascinated by it. Leaning in a bit as I see your finger sliding in and out and the glisten of your juices over your pussy and fingers. I grip my cock a little tighter as I pump it. Speechless, I simply reply by looking up at you with a big, appreciative smile.

“Mmm I bet the girls love having you fuck them with that nice cock bro.” my fingers pumping away at my pussy as I watch you.

I grin at your compliment before looking down a bit then back up at you, “I’ll let you know when that happens” with a nervous giggle.

I looked at him curiously. “I’m not sure what you mean? You’ve been with girls before haven’t you?” my mind starting to race thinking that he might be a virgin, my fingers move faster.

My hand moving faster as I blush and shake my head “no” at you. A little embarrassed, thinking you already knew that, but so turned on my hand keeps working my cock. Gripping the skin and moving it up and down the shaft now.

“OH my god!!! You’ve never been with a girl before?” my eyes widened as I looked at you.. I stared down at his cock, my pussy throbbing. “So you’ve never had a girl do this to you before?” I slid down off the sink and onto my knees in front of him.. I smiled at him as I wrap my fingers around his cock and started stroking him.

A visible shiver runs over my body as you grab my cock. A jaw clenched “no” follows. A smile over my face from the content of being stimulated by someone else like this for the first time. My gaze moving back and forth between your eyes and your hand stroking me.

Seeing his reaction I lifted his cock, licked his balls and up his shaft. “OH so you’ve never had this done to you either?” I slip my lips over the head of his cock and down his shaft as I start sucking him off.

Another body tremble as your tongue comes in contact with me. “nope” in a more excited tone, my eye beaming down at you as I settle into the comfort of your warm mouth. Enjoying the fresh sensation, comparing it to how I imagined.

I moaned on his cock as I suck him, my hand moved to my pussy and began rubbing my clit. “Mmm Does this feel good to you bro? Does it bother you having your sister being the first one sucking your cock?” I went back to sucking his cock twisting my mouth along his shaft.

An enthusiastic “uh huh” to you asking if it feels good. My breathing getting heavier, my hips rocking back and forth on the seat.

Slurping sounds of me sucking his filled the room. I look up at you “Mmm So you like your sister sucking you off?” I licked his cock and letting my tongue circle the head of it as my pussy started aching for attention.

I give you a giant, beaming grin “oh yeah”. My hand reaching your shoulder, just rubbing circles on it absentmindedly. My breathing getting samsun escort faster, my body tensing as I try to stay my arousal level, wanting to enjoy this as much as possible.

Tasting his pre-cum sends me over the edge and I want his cock inside me. I stand up still stroking his cock, “Would you like to put your cock inside me and see how it feels?” straddling him as rubbed the head of his cock my wet pussy. “Mmm that feels so nice.. Do you want to fuck your sister and feel how nice having your cock inside me would be?” I placed the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy looking at him.

My eyes wide, my voice raspy, “oh yeah sis, let’s do it”. My hands reaching out to grab your hips.

I lowered myself onto his cock moaning as it spread me open, “Oh fuck bro your cock is so big.” pushing it in further until I’m sitting on his lap grinding my pussy on it.

Not even able to process what just happened over the last half hour, looking up with a boyish grin as my sister, eager in anticipation.

My hips started moving sliding my pussy along his shaft as it squeezed his cock. “Oh god that feels so good.” Looking at him smiling. Mmm Do you like how that feels?

Smiling big as she tells me I’m big, my hands now on her ass cheeks, groping them. “Oh fuck yeah” I exclaim. My hips start rocking back and forth with hers as one of my hands makes it way up her tummy and slides over her breast, fondling it. I look up at her for approval.

Moaning as his hands move over my body my hips moving faster taking him deeper, “Mmm suck on my nipple bro.” as I ran my fingers in his hair.

There was no pause in leaning forward and taking her nipple into my mouth, lips parted around it, eagerly sucking it in, my tongue teasing the tip. The fact that I’m so caught up in trying to process everything that happened and is happening, is the only reason I’ve managed to go this long, but now the physical sensations are taking over as I pull at her nipple with my lips, her ass cheek being clutched in my hand, as I rock my hips back and forth against hers. My breathing becoming erratic.

Moaning louder my eyes closed and head back as I fucked myself on his cock. “Oh fuck this feels so good, fuck your big sister bro, fuck me with that cock.” holding his head to my nipple as I bounced on his cock.

“Oh yeah sis, keep fucking my cock” my tone higher. Switching nipples, my hands moved to her hips, gripping them as she bounced them up and down. My hips gyrating up into hers.

Moaning as I fucked his cock harder my pussy milking it as it squeezes it tight, almost growling in his ear, “Did you ever think of wanting to fuck me before?”

Returning her moan with one of my own as my cock stretches her pussy, feeling every detail of her as she slides up and down my shaft. Without thinking, I nod, “uh huh”. Blushing again as that slipped out.

Leaning up and pushing down onto his cock as I grind my pussy hard on him. “Do you want to cum inside your sister?”

With almost a hint of desperation in my voice, blurting out “Oh yeah sis, let me, I’m pretty close.” My breath short and fast, my hands rubbing over her body.

I reached back massaging his balls urging you to cum, “That’s it bro let your big sister feel that hot cum inside me.” my pussy squeezing harder as it slid along his shaft.

Only a few pumps later, my body goes stiff under you, you feel my cock swell inside you, pull back slightly and the surge forward, spurting stream after stream deep inside you. Grunting with every jet that shoots out.

Moaning loud as I feel his cum filling my pussy pushing me over the edge as my juices cover his cock and run down his balls, “OH fuck oh fuck that feels so good.” I slumped down onto him breathing heavily as my body shaking. I felt his cock soften and slip out of me the cum dripping from my pussy.

I stood up and smiled at him. “Now go watch TV I need to shower.”