(Part one) Morning Glory

Sunday mornings are not supposed to be noisy. But, this Lord’s Day morning I was awakened by a loud voice speaking. Good god, that man was arguing again! Uncle George was again beastly berating and criticizing Aunt Peggy. The bad-tempered, rough-talking bear of a man was acting like the bastardly beast that he was. His brusque, gruff, gravelly voice carried all the way from the kitchen to my bedroom down the hall.

If ever there was a man deserving of a good beating, then my Uncle George was it. My father’s brother had none of the kinder, gentler qualities in his behavior or demeanor that my dad and I had.

If ever there was a woman deserving of respectful compassion, then my Aunt Peggy was it. As far as I was concerned, this dear woman epitomized all that is good and decent in a person of the feminine gender.

I only knew a few of the ‘particulars’ about how and why the two came into a state of matrimonial union. Orphaned as a teenager, Aunt Peggy had inherited her birthplace farm and had married an older neighbor man. If I were to conjecture, I’d say it must have been a ‘marriage of convenience’ instead of love. In all the years I’d known them, I’d never witnessed my uncle aim a kind word or gesture toward his wife. On the other hand, I’d noticed repeated attempts by my aunt to engender kindness and love from her husband.

My aunt, uncle, and I had one seemingly inconsequential thing in common. It was a number. The number was multiples of 18. I was 18 years in age. At 36, Aunt Peggy was 18 years older than me. At 54, Uncle George was 18 years senior to his wife.

Throwing off my covers, I jumped out of bed, and stood at my bedroom window. My eyes beheld the splendor and beauty of the rolling hills and pastures outside. This rural southern farm was one of my favorite places to be. I was lucky enough to now be spending the whole summer here while my missionary parents were abroad doing their ‘good works’.

A gust of early morning summer wind blew through my opened window and ruffled the curtains. I had slept nude, so the breeze also tickled my pubic hairs and the tender flesh of my fresh-outta-bed erection. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember a day when I hadn’t awakened without a hard-on.

I was giving some serious thought to raising the window screen so I could jack-off and shoot a load of early morning cum out onto God’s good green earth. This wouldn’t be the first time I’d performed this wake-me-up morning ritual.

Hearing the back door slam, I knew Uncle George had stormed out in one of his customary rages. God, if that man ever raises a hand to strike Aunt Peggy, I’ll beat the shit out of him and hang the bastard’s ornery-assed hide up in a high oak tree!

In an attempt to put such thoughts aside, I went ahead and raised the screen. My meaty teenaged erection settled into my hand. I suppose I was proud of the hefty size of my cock and I was just cocky enough to think I was as well-hung as any full-grown man ought to be.

As I pumped my throbbing man-handle, I couldn’t help but worry a little about Aunt Peggy. The woman was no physical match for her husband. My eyes saw her as a delicately-petite female flower blooming under summer skies. If I were to guess, I’d say she weighed no more than 100 pounds and was not taller than 5 foot 2. Why, that’s a full 60 pounds lighter and 9 inches shorter than me!

My wandering mind recalled some of the words to and old song I’d heard somewhere in time. I believed it went something like; “5 foot 2, eyes of blue, oh but what those 5 foot could do…has anybody seen my gal.”

Well hell, Aunt Peggy wasn’t ‘my gal’ but I’d admit that I’d often wondered about the abundance of shapely curves hidden inside my blue-eyed aunt’s clothing. Whether she wore dresses or jeans, she always had a look about her which inspired a bulge to stretch the crotch of my jeans.

This thinking about Aunt Peggy’s curves was raising the heat inside my bubbling ball sack. My swollen erection summoned forth testicle fluids and began spewing them out the open window in streams of thick, creamy cum. I allowed orgasmic gratification to steal away my senses and give me joyous early morning pleasure.

In the midst of my thrills, my peripheral vision picked up a hint of movement. There to my left just across the room, a feminine figure stood in my open doorway. I knew at once it was the lady who was 5 foot 2 with eyes of blue.

At the moment, those eyes of blue were staring transfixed at my elongated man-hose and the streams of milky cream freely flowing from it. So mesmerized was she that she seemed not to notice I was now aware of her presence.

Why I didn’t immediately stop, I couldn’t say. Unbelievably, I didn’t even slow down. While I continued my cock pumping, I saw that I wasn’t the only one caught up in orgasmic ecstasy. The thin belt of the pale blue morning-robe Aunt Peggy had on was untied and the robe was open. She had on no bra. One of her hands was zonguldak escort cupping a breast with the fingers teasing an erect nipple. Another hand was buried within her white panties. I knew her fingers were deep inside her fully-matured vaginal opening. Her panties were stained with her own pussy juices. Her body was shivering with orgasmic spasms.

I didn’t know Sunday-school-teaching, church-going ladies did that! I didn’t know good Christian women masturbated! I certainly didn’t know my Aunt Peggy did it! I’d never even thought about the fact. But, I now knew my aunt did play with herself. I knew for a fact she did because I was looking right at her doing it!

I milked my erection until I was dry and then flipped my cockshaft a few times to get rid it of the last few drops of cum. Aunt Peggy then noticed that I saw her. A reddish blush spread over her face, yet she didn’t stop masturbating until she was orgasmically satisfied. After pulling a wet, cunt-soaked hand from her panties, my aunt turned toward the door and disappeared from sight. Not one word had passed between us.

What was there to say? There was nothing that could be said. Still naked, I walked down the hallway to the guest bathroom which had been set up for me so I could have some privacy. Perhaps I should have thought of coming to this room for my cumming-out, cock-jerking party. Oh well, what’s done is done.

After shaving, I ran a hot tub and took a long leisurely bath. This was to be a big day. Aunt Peggy would have a nice breakfast for me and then she and I would head off for Sunday school and church. Being the heathen he was Uncle George would not be joining us. This man had vowed never to darken the doorway to any kind of religious sanctuary. If asked for my opinion, I’d say God would most likely kick the blasphemous bully’s ass back outside anyways.

As I climbed out of the tub, my mind’s eye began seeing a picture of Aunt Peggy’s lithe, summer-tanned body. I recalled the hypnotic beauty of the female form barely visible beneath her opened robe. I remembered a glimpse of the breathtaking view of her braless breasts and nipples. I saw a masturbating hand playing inside white panties.

With my vivid imagination working on overdrive, I felt a familiar swelling between my legs. My fantasizing mind began having ungodly, sinful, coveting cravings for a woman who belonged to another. If not for the fact that Aunt Peggy was waiting breakfast for me, I would have stifled my lascivious lust by again beating my meat.

Attempting to ignore my agitated frustrations, I left the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I walked toward my room with my erect cock slapping my belly. I was thinking about the jerking-off party I would have to have sometime after breakfast but before church. Hell, I couldn’t walk into God’s holy house with an aunt-inspired erection straining my pants!

Unbeknownst to me, Aunt Peggy had not been preparing breakfast. She too had been taking a morning bath. Her bathroom door opened and she came out into the hallway. Unbelievably, my aunt was strip-stark naked, same as I was. She was drying her shoulder-length hair with a towel. This woman had never before walked around naked in front of me before today. She stopped to stare at me and I stopped to stare at her.

Oh damn, I’d never imagined I’d ever see this woman naked! I couldn’t stop looking at the mesmerizing sights before my eyes. Aunt Peggy had a short, petite body, yet her feminine features were fully developed. Her twin breasts were the size and shape of fully-ripened grapefruits. The nude nectarines seemed to offer an invitation to be plucked.

I’d always been told that with age a woman’s breasts became victims of gravity. They were supposed to sag and droop. I now believed I might have been misinformed about these facts. Aunt Peggy’s breasts boldly stood as proud and beautiful decorative ornaments upon her chest. Dark pink nipples, surrounded by silver-dollar-size pale pink areolas, completed the ornamentation. My aunt’s breasts were gorgeous!

My eyes strayed lower. Aunt Peggy’s figure was trim and firm. My gaze settled on the patch of hair between her shapely legs. Years ago, I’d seen pictures in magazines of full-grown women’s pussies. That’s where I’d first learned about pubic hair on a female vagina. Well, now I was seeing my aunt’s mature woman’s pussy in all its fluffy, furry glory!

I was not certain if I was pleased at the sight or not. With my limited knowledge of pussies, I’d discovered I loved shaved, bare-nude, hairless pussy mounds best!

Yet contrarily, I couldn’t take my eyes away from Aunt Peggy’s bushy pussy. Her curly snatch of pubic hair added an air of exotic, erotic, feminine mystery to her otherwise unblemished body. Silently, I wondered, “What jewels and treasures lay concealed within her shrouded female veil? Did I dare make an attempt at an unveiling?”

I began wondering about how long Aunt Peggy and I were going bursa escort to stand there staring at each other. I could turn to my right and quickly enter my bedroom. Aunt Peggy could turn to her right and quickly enter hers. Yet, neither of us turned.

Finally, Aunt Peggy took a timid step towards me. She leaned close and spoke to me in a muted whisper, “Daniel, I want to thank you so much for letting me watch you this morning. Oh god, that was the most beautiful performance of masculine sex play I’ve ever seen in my life! Believe it or not, but I’ve never even seen a ‘young’ man’s naked body. I married at a young age to a man much older than me. I didn’t know the male form could be so solid and chiseled-hard. I had no idea my nephew’s penis was so handsomely developed in both elongated length and generous girth. In my opinion, any female would love to get a piece of what you have!”

Embarrassed by her brazen boldness, Aunt Peggy blushed and became quiet for a minute. Gathering courage, she then spoke again, “Daniel, you’re mature enough now to know the truth about your uncle and why I’m so unhappy with him. I’ve never told this to anyone else, but that man is a ‘son-of-a-bitch’ who makes my life miserable! He has no sense of humor. He’s always so melancholic and sullen. And, he’s not the least bit ‘virile’ when it comes to sex. To compensate for his ‘shortcomings’, he has been mistreating me badly. I mean mentally, emotionally, and especially sexually. He has become a mean and vicious lover!”

After a brief pause, she added, “I sometime hope and pray he will just go away and leave me alone. I love children and I’d love to have a baby, but I thank God every day that I’ve never born that man a child!”

Aunt Peggy stopped talking to wipe tears from her eyes. Unconsciously, I reached out and she stepped into my arms. We were both keenly aware of our nudity, yet I held on to her tightly. Her hands rested on my chest.

Even though I wasn’t yet out of my teen years, my masculine instinct recognized the agonized pain of a ‘wounded’ woman. Misused and abused, my aunt’s body and heart had been badly damaged. My intuitive, tender-hearted mind compassionately wondered whether or not her female psyche had been injured beyond repair.

“Daniel,” Aunt Peggy’s breaking voice said. “I haven’t trusted a man in so long I’ve began losing my faith in men. This changed when you came here to stay last week. Your presence is like a breath of fresh air. You are so full of life and mischievous merriment it’s nearly impossible to remain despondent around you. Your humor and inspiring zest for life is so infectious I’ve found myself laughing and singing for the first time in forever. And now, this morning, I’ve discovered that I have a beautiful, hard-bodied, virile male-creature living in my home! I guess this explains why I’ve been walking around with an excited wetness inside my panties since you’ve been here.”

Before I had a chance to respond to this unexpected news, Aunt Peggy added, “For the life of me Daniel, I can’t figure out what to do with you! I’m so jumpy and jittery, I feel like a virginal schoolgirl with her first ‘crush’ on a boy!”

“Aunt Peggy,” my mischievous voice teased. “You are an adult woman with the wisdom and maturity of age. So, my lady, you just go ahead and do whatever you want to do with me. I’m a big boy, I can take it!”

Aunt Peggy’s response was not what I expected. She didn’t call upon her good sense to give her the wisdom to turn away from temptation. Instead, she turned her face up and softly kissed my cheek. She then kissed my lips. This wasn’t the kind of kiss an aunt gives to a nephew. It was a kiss a woman gives to a man. The kiss I gave back wasn’t meant for a motherly-substitute aunt. It was the kiss of a man aroused by the allure of enticing female.

My kiss deepened as I poured my heart and soul into it. It was becoming a kiss meant as comforting solace for an injured woman. I wondered if I was subconsciously trying to atone for the sins of my uncle.

A recollection came to me as I held a woman’s soft, nude body tightly against the rigidity of my muscular chest and loins. I recalled an article I’d read about sex. The article made the claim that women reach their sexual peak in their mid-thirties and guys reach their peak in their mid-teens. I further recalled that Aunt Peggy was 36 while I was 18. Why did this information now come to my mind?

The impassioned kiss between Aunt Peggy and me became two and then three. I took a step to my right bringing the seductive woman with me. We were in my bedroom. When I closed the door, I locked out the world. I ordered decency and morality to vacate the premises under the threat of a severe ass-kicking.

“Peggy,” I said in a clear, strong voice. “Woman, this won’t work unless we drop the ‘aunt’ part! We must forget it, ignore it, and pretend the aunt-nephew relationship doesn’t exist. Okay?”

A smile lit malatya escort Peggy’s radiant face. Her teasing answer was given with joyous jest, “What relationship, Daniel? Why, good sir, I’m just a woman and you are just a man!”

Peggy sat on my bed and I dropped to my knees between her legs. I kissed her again. I had no idea if her mouth had ever been tongue-fucked before, but that’s what I began doing to it. Whether she was experienced or just now instinctively learning, this woman began tongue-fucking my mouth in return.

Taking my time, I moved slowly and gingerly. I reasoned that if I rushed I might not allow forbidden temptation a chance to get a firm hold on our tenuous, newfound, lust-inspired bond.

Reaching out, I cupped two proudly-displayed breasts with a gentle touch. As Peggy’s tits filled my hands, I gently massaged the magnificent mammary orbs. Swelling nipples stiffened as my thumbs caressed them. When I leaned over to capture one of the mature nubs in my mouth, I heard a moan of delight. Inspired by this reaction, I captured the other erect nipple. I sucked with soft, gentle pressure. My tongue made slow, lazy circles around and around. I heard sighs and moans.

I juggled Peggy’s tittie-jugs up into the air with the skill of a circus performer. I enthusiastically played with the firm, jiggly balloons. My lips joined in on the act and frantically licked the warm boob flesh. My tit-hungry mouth sucked all around the circular perimeter of the mountainous hills.

When my boob play was temporarily satisfied, I eased Peggy to her back on my bed. She made no resistance. She willingly helped as I spread her legs wide. I studied the mysterious bush between her legs. I saw a forest of hair covering a magical, magnificent pussy mound. Her pussy lips were puffed and the mounded flesh stood up graceful and proud.

Peggy’s clit was easy to find. It was not completely hidden inside the outer pussy lips. My ravenous mouth and tongue found it easily. I flicked it, licked it, and teased it until it became stiff and erect. The warm, tender ridge of the protruding clit was much like the tip of an iceberg. There was much more below the surface. Spreading her pussy lips, I found the feminine glory within! My mouth and tongue found a glorious abundance of tender vaginal flesh to consume. I ate voraciously!

I was young, but I knew when sexual stimulation was causing exquisite pleasure. I knew my oral massages were stirring Peggy’s pussy passions. I knew she was forcing herself not to cry out. She certainly didn’t want Uncle George to know what was going on under his roof. Even so, I heard impassioned whimpers and barely concealed cries.

I stopped for a moment and looked at my forbidden lover’s naked body. I spoke with a new maturity, “Peggy, if your husband is a ‘son-of-a-bitch’, he is also a ‘goddamn-fool’! How could any man in his right mind not appreciate the magnificence of your sexy body? Why woman, you’re ‘smoking-hot’ and ‘drop-dead’ gorgeous! I think you’re wonderful!”

Peggy sat straight up in my bed, grabbed my head with both hands, and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back. She then dropped to her knees on the floor and told me to lie back on the bed. Without a second of hesitation, I obeyed her instructions.

“Daniel dear,” Peggy whispered. “You told me I could do anything I wanted to with you. Did you mean it? Honey, I want to do something to you that your uncle has never let me do to him. May I kiss your beautiful, rock-hard cock and maybe even suck it a little?”

Without awaiting my permission or consent, Peggy moved into position between my legs. She leaned over and kissed my engorged cockshaft. She kissed up and down the entire swollen length of the steely-stiff rod. She pulled and tugged on my meaty erection.

Peggy stood my rigid shaft up straight and closely inspected this object of her desire. As soon as the cockhead filled her field of vision, she popped it into her mouth. This woman was now the one with the voracious sex appetite. She seemed starved for a cock to eat. She sucked my meat deep into her mouth. She licked and sucked with enthusiastic zeal.

Good god, I’d never had my 18-year-old cock inside the mouth of a woman twice my age! Peggy might be an inexperienced cocksucker, but after years of oral man-meat deprival, she was eagerly making up for lost time. This 36-year-old woman’s cock hunger was stealing away all of her modest inhibitions.

Forgetting about the restrictive proprieties of forbidden sex, this cock-starved female devoured my rigid erection. Peggy was treating my cock like it might be some kind of delicious edible treat. Her rapidly-licking tongue lapped at my flesh just like it was a blood-engorged pulsating popsicle. Her bobbing mouth sucked as if she had a tasty all-day sucker to consume. Her teeth began chewing as if she had a succulent meat-covered bone to munch on.

I was admittedly proud of the heft and size of my cock, but I knew of its limitations. There was no way in the world I could allow a female to eat me all day without blowing the lid off my steaming seminal pot.

Grabbing Peggy’s hair, I pulled her head away from my pulse-pounding cockshaft and forced her to stop her frantic eating. I was ready to blow my load any second and Peggy damn-well should know it!

Part 2 of the scene.

Thanks for reading.

GA – Da Nang, Vietnam – 21st of October 2017.

*****

I couldn’t speak when I found her. My aunt was in her bedroom and, despite my enthusiasm and flaming desire, my nerve failed when I saw her.

When I arrived, holding my jeans up at my waist, Aunt Janet was dabbing at the mess on her skirt. She was busy and didn’t notice my presence So I just stood there, staring, insides swirling like a washing machine until my aunt looked up.

Her eyes held my gaze and, while my aunt stared back at me, time seemed to lose all definition. Reality turned elastic, all of a sudden. Seconds or minutes. Days, weeks, or years. I have no idea how long we stayed that way. Both of us just looking across the surreal expanse of space-time between us. I wanted to look away, but couldn’t.

Aunt Janet stood with a hand towel balled in her fist, cum on her skirt, the gloopy string drying in her hair.

After an eternity, I saw Janet’s throat work as she swallowed heavily. Then she said, “Got a bit carried away, didn’t we?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant. To my ears it sounded ambiguous. Was she saying she regretted what had happened between us, or was she just making light of it out of embarrassment?

While I struggled to formulate some response, my aunt went on. She asked, “How do you feel?”

I didn’t have an answer and, the end, I just shrugged and gave a shake of my head.

I saw fear in her eyes when Janet said, “Do you hate me?”

The question made me blink because amid all the surprise and confusion and other stuff going on, hate was the furthest emotion away from what I felt at that time.

It took some doing, but I got the words out after a bit of an effort. “No, Aunt Janet,” I said.

It got awkward after that. I felt silly and self-conscious. I wanted more but didn’t have the confidence to just go in and grab her. My aunt was in her late thirties, a year or two younger than my mother while I was nineteen. Experience on my part was a limited commodity, and that lack of worldly knowledge had a bearing on my response. I wasn’t sure what Aunt Janet was thinking, how she might react if I did or said something wrong.

Eventually, my aunt gave me a half-smile, a rueful grin before she said, “Do you want to come in?” When I didn’t move, she added, “You might as well, Mikey. You’re making the place look untidy. And I suppose we’re going to have to talk about it at some point.” My aunt shrugged. “Might as well be now.”

So I stepped into her bedroom, unsure, trepidation and lust a curious mix sloshing around.

***

We sat on her bed, side-by-side. Not as close as we’d been in my room, but close enough so that the same sensations welled inside me. I might have only just come, but my cock was thick and capable, pumped up with need.

“So, tell me, Mikey, did you … uhm … enjoy what went on?”

It was strange to see my aunt so unsure, but desire saw me through any uncertainty on my part.

“It was fantastic, Aunt Janet,” I gasped.

My aunt pouted and said, “But don’t you think it’s a bit wrong? Well, a lot wrong,” she went on with a wry chuckle. “You know, me being who I am. What just happened isn’t what people are supposed to do. We’re family, Mikey.” Aunt Janet barked a laugh, the sound startling me. “I wouldn’t have believed it myself,” she told me. “I don’t know, Mikey; I think I might be a little bit touched in the head. I got carried away. Went a bit crazy, I suppose.”

“Are you sorry, Aunt Janet?”

She paused and looked to be thinking about it. “I wouldn’t say I’m sorry about it, Mikey. Surprised at myself, yes. Worried about you talking about it to anyone else, too. If it got out-“

I blurted out, “I won’t say anything,” stopping her short.

My aunt pulled a face and looked doubtful. “I’m sure you mean it, but these things do have a tendency to trip us up. After a couple of drinks, when it doesn’t seem to matter. You might be talking to one of your friends…”

“Aunt Janet, I won’t,” I said, emphatic. I remembered the look on her face, her focused enthusiasm and, on a rush of excitement, asked, “Did you enjoy it?”

I gulped and felt the dark urges rise up in a hot tide at the tone in her voice when, after a pause, she croaked, “It turned me on so much, Mikey. Your lovely cock … All that spunk … The noises you made.”

To hear my aunt say “cock” and “spunk” caused yet another pulse of desire through my dick. Regardless of what had already passed between us, it was still weird to hear her use those bad words.

“I liked it, too,” I said, need making me bold. “Really liked it, Aunt Janet.”

“I saw,” she said, her tone heavy with need.

The sentences gurgled out of me like filthy water down a drain. “I want more, Aunt Janet,” I said. “I want to do things with you.”

***

At first I thought I’d said something wrong. My aunt’s focus flicked away from me. She chewed on her lower lip, expression distant and distracted, like she was thinking. She gulped, throat working, üsküdar escort her attention going to the door.

Then she looked at me and asked, “Do you know how serious that would be, Mikey?”

“Serious? What do you mean?”

“The consequences, sweetheart. If anyone ever found out. Incest isn’t something we want to be caught doing. It would be ruinous for both of us. If your mother knew, Mikey. God, there’d be ructions. There would be no recovery from a secret like that getting out.”

“It would be bad if she found out about what’s already happened, Aunt Janet,” I reminded her.

My aunt’s eyes narrowed. “Are you planning on blackmail, Mikey?”

The question took me by surprise. “Nuh-no,” I stammered into the blue frost of her stare. “I wouldn’t … I’m not…”

Janet sighed and slowly shook her head. She relaxed, attention remaining fixed on my face. “God, you’re right,” she breathed. “Wanking you off is almost as bad as it gets. I can’t imagine she’d be too pleased.”

I had nothing to say. I was still reeling, still more than a little confused, not to mention the hot rush of desire and temptation I felt to lunge in and maul at her breasts.

“Oh, Mikey,” Aunt Janet sighed. “It would be an insane thing to do. My nephew? The two of us…? Together?”

Sensing that my aunt was wavering, I blurted out an urgent, “I’ll never tell anyone, Aunt Janet. I promise. I swear…”

“God,” Janet said while she winced and shook her head side-to-side. “You better bloody not, Mikey.”

And when she turned to face me square on, her boobs aimed right at me, I knew I had her.

Especially when my aunt mumbled, “I must be fucking crazy to even think about this,” and moved in close for a tentative kiss.

***

Time did that stretchy thing again. Everything distorted, my universe shrinking to the four walls around us. Reality slewed like I’d swallowed a pill, a mind-bending drug. I heard the rustle and sigh of Aunt Janet’s clothing as she broke away from that tender, almost shy kiss and rose to her feet. Her expression was unreadable as she tilted her face towards me, fingers going to the zip at the side of her skirt.

“I’m not as thin as I used to be,” Aunt Janet said. “You’ll be used to skinny, perfect girls, not old women,” she added, her gaze locked on my face.

“I think you’re lovely,” I told her, willing Janet to unzip the skirt. “Please,” I breathed.

Janet thrust her chin towards the window and the world beyond. “Do me a favour,” she said. “Go and draw the curtains.”

I got off the bed and did as she asked. I closed it all out, pulled the curtains together so that the sense of a condensed universe got even tighter. Then, when I turned to face my aunt, with enough daylight filtering in I could still see her quite clearly, I saw she’d removed her skirt and was standing there in her blouse and briefs and shoes, expression uncertain.

Janet confirmed her anxiety by whispering, “Are you sure I’ll do?”

Which is when I went to her and grasped her around the waist, my eyes moving from the precipitous cleavage up to her face.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I said on a growl.

And then we were kissing, my hard-on pressed against my aunt’s thigh.

***

The bold move to kiss my aunt must have been the right thing to do. I grabbed her and put my mouth down on hers, my cock against her leg. As desire raged inside me, I felt my aunt go tense, our lips mashed together until she then suddenly gasped and just about sucked my tongue out by the root.

Aunt Janet went berserk. Not in any angry, crazy, violent way. No, what she did was moan and groan and grind up against me, her tongue writhing and swirling with mine, hands moving over my back while I got all brave with desire and squeezed both her buttocks.

“God, this is so fucking insane,” my Aunt Janet muttered, her stare on my face.

I had her in a tight embrace. Only just able to hold onto coherent thoughts while the beast raged within.

“I want to fuck you,” I said, gasping it out. “I don’t care about anything else.”

The kissing started again. Incredibly, even hotter and more desperate than the previous time. We grappled and moaned, pressed our bodies together, my aunt’s skin under my fingers when I slid my hands into her briefs. I squeezed the cheeks of her rump, the tip of my right forefinger slipping into the heat between her legs as I probed and fingered the taboo territory between her thighs.

I found her sodden in her excitement, my hand moving around to the front, Janet’s pubic bush crinkly under my palm.

“Dirty boy,” Aunt Janet groaned. She wriggled against me, actively rubbing her clit over my digits. “Finger my twat,” she said before she grimaced and moaned. “Play with it, Mikey. Tickle my clitty.”

I went at it using my limited experience and a lot of instinct, and my aunt’s mumbles and moans and the way she squirmed under my touch gave me more clues about how to proceed. My cock felt like it would explode gaziemir escort with pent up longing as I rubbed Janet’s vulva, a finger slipping and sliding over the nub of her clit before she grabbed my wrist and physically led me to insert a digit inside her.

“Rub me right there,” she grunted, eyes glazing over.

Aunt Janet’s expression went all strange and dreamy, somehow feral yet slack at the same time. She sucked on her lower lip, hips working back-and-forth so she could fuck against my hand, a small area of roughness under the tip of the fingers I had buried inside her.

I’m not sure how long we were stood that way. I was too busy doing my best to give my aunt pleasure, as well as trying to imprint all these new and exciting sensations onto my memory. It might have been minutes or it might have been seconds, but, in the end, with a snort of frustration, my aunt disengaged and stepped back.

“We’re going to do this,” my aunt snarled, determined.

Then she hauled down her knickers to expose her dense black bush.

I boggled, shocked to see my aunt’s intimate place, the surprising hairiness of it sending a jolt of yearning through my core.

Her snarled instruction brought my focus back from the luxuriant triangle of dark hair up to her face. “Get your clothes off, Mikey,” she said. “No more fucking about. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”

“Oh God, Aunt Janet,” I groaned when she unbuttoned the blouse.

“Yes,” she smirked, the blouse parachuting to the floor, “you wanted to see my tits, didn’t you, dirty boy. Well,” she added, unclasping the bra. “Here they are.”

All I had to do was step out of my jeans, which were around my ankles. My aunt held out her hands to stop me from launching myself at those weighty orbs, her breasts swaying as she stood and allowed me to feast my eyes on her bountiful curves. “Clothes off, Mikey,” she reminded me. “Naked. Now.”

I undressed in a hurry, eager to get to my aunt. I wanted to devour her. To kiss and suck and touch. I wanted to get her onto her back so I could spread her legs and get my tongue into her body. The dense matt of fur between her legs excited me, but I wanted to slurp at her essence, to lap at her sex and taste her need.

I’d never licked a woman before, and then, of course, what I ultimately desired was to sink my length into her molten embrace, to slide in up to my balls before I began rutting in earnest.

When I was naked, my dick waggling around in front of me, tumescence revived, I went to my aunt and kissed her, again.

“Incest, Mikey,” my aunt breathed. Her breasts spilled over my fingers and palms while she cranked at my dick with one of her hands. “Isn’t it just wicked?”

“I don’t care what it’s called,” I said, gurgling my need. “I just want to fuck you.”

My aunt smirked at me and winked. “Oh, sweetheart, we’re going to do that, don’t you fret. We’re going to fuck and a lot more besides. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb,” Aunt Janet added.

I sucked at her teats, the nipples long and thick as they showed her desire. I moaned around a mouth full of tit-flesh, my fingers back inside Janet’s body, working away at that little rough patch that she seemed to love being fingered so much. By then we were on the bed, skin gliding under my palm when I explored her contours, my brain finally catching up with events.

“I can’t believe this,” I gasped.

Aunt Janet broke away from me. “What? Can’t believe what?”

“You’re my aunt.”

Janet sat up, boobs swinging and rolling. She looked at me, serious. “Do you want to stop?”

I felt a flash of panic when, just for a moment, I thought it was all going wrong. “Stop! No way,” I cried.

“Good,” Janet said with a smirk. “Because neither do I.” She ducked in and kissed my mouth, then added, “We can talk later, Mikey. But, for now, how about we get down to the nitty-gritty?”

***

She was on her back, legs folded at the knees, fingers splaying her folds so the scarlet flesh contrasted in a shocking way with dark forest of hair. My aunt smirked and then winced when she teased her clit with the tip of a finger. The coins of her areolae were puckered with obvious need, nipples elongated points while her eyes flashed fire.

“Are you going to put it in, or are you going to kneel up there and stare all afternoon?”

I blinked, a hand jacking my dick. I’d been gawping, transfixed, stunned by my aunt’s body and the look on her face.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I mumbled, the words clotted and thick.

“Sweet-talker,” Aunt Janet replied. “You can keep saying that all you want, Mikey. I love hearing you tell me I’m lovely.” She worked at her clit and then slid two fingers inside. I watched for a few seconds, the dark urges roiling and bubbling. Aunt Janet’s wrist was cocked so she could get at that spot with her fingers. She was up on one elbow, rocking back-and-forth, boobs swaying in that peculiar way I would become so familiar with. The jiggling flesh sancaktepe escort brought forth a deep groan from my chest.

“I want to taste it,” I growled, cranking my dick.

Then I was down there snuffling and snorting. I lapped at my aunt like a thirsty dog at a bowl, her squeak of delight telling me I was doing okay. I thought it was wonderful down at that place. My first taste of a woman and it was my own beautiful aunt.

“That’s lovely, Mikey,” Aunt Janet told me after a few minutes. “But I think we should do it now. I … I want to feel you inside me. It’s going to be such a wicked, dirty thing … It’s incest. It’s so wrong and exciting.”

The moment of truth was upon us. I knew I had to move in and consummate our immoral, clandestine and very delicious relationship. My aunt was going to become my lover. I was going to fuck my mother’s sister.

“We can never, ever tell,” Aunt Janet whispered as I held myself over her body. “This has to be our secret, Mikey.”

“I promise,” I gasped, my cock touching her flesh. “I love you,” I groaned, the words rising from nowhere.

My aunt’s eyes were wide as she looked from where my cock-head nudged her sex up to my eyes and then down again. “That’s just you being randy,” muttered my aunt. Then she added, “Oh dear, we’re actually going to do it. This is so unreal.”

Janet reached up with the arm that wasn’t supporting her weight. She hooked her fingers around my neck, gaze locking on mine. We kissed as she eased her hips up towards me, her body taking half of my dick.

“Don’t love me yet,” Aunt Janet grunted when she took all of me in. “This first time I just want to fuck. I’m too fucking worked up to love.”

I heard her say “first time”, which meant we were going to do this more than once, and elation burst in my chest.

Then we were moving, my aunt shunting her pelvis, boobs rolling.

Sweet sensations spread through my body, the focus down at my cock while the fucking started to get urgent and more robust.

We both got into the rhythm. We grunted and gasped, moaned and mumbled while our flesh slap-slapped together. I kissed my aunt, slurping at her tongue with obscene hunger. I was desperate to be inside her. It wasn’t enough to be in her body up to my nuts, my cock slippery with the slick mix of our lust. Nor was it sufficient to have my tongue stuck in her mouth. I needed to possess my Aunt Janet. To meld with her body and spirit.

“Come if you need to,” my aunt squealed up into my face. Her tummy was creased with the little spare flesh that she carried at her middle, boobs swinging and rippling when I kept up the furious beat of my cock into her body. Both her feet were up off the bed, toes pointed, her weight on her elbows and forearms. Aunt Janet must have recognised the signs of my impending climax, seen it in the grimace of urgency I could see in her face, too. I must have been making some sort of bestial noises, grunts and moans and maybe a bad word or two. “If you come it’ll get me there as well,” my aunt told me while she rubbed at her clit and fell back onto the bed. “But if you want to keep fucking…” she finished.

In response, after another long, slurping kiss, I moaned at my aunt while saying, “I don’t ever want this to stop.”

A moment later, after some quick, athletic moving around, I found myself standing at the foot of the bed, my aunt on her hands and knees, her hips in my hands while she fucked back onto my dick. Janet reached under her body and fingered her bean while I watched in awe when her buttocks rippled under the force of her thrusting.

When Aunt Janet started to buck and squeak, I leaned in low over her back so I could hold her heavy breasts in my palms. She sobbed out her joy while I mauled at her tits, with Janet juddering in the throes of her orgasm, my cock spitting whatever juice I had left into her body.

We groaned and mumbled nonsense together until the violence diminished. After that, both of us sucking in air, we collapsed onto the bed, me spooning my aunt, her rump up against my stomach.

After a minute, or maybe a little longer, when we’d both calmed enough for coherent speech, my aunt rolled around so we were face-to-face and, strange as it may seem after we’d been so intimate together, I felt shy and a little awkward when she fixed her blue eyes on my face.

“Bloody hell, Mikey,” Janet breathed, gazing at me. “What have we just done?” She sucked in a breath and let it out on a long exhale. “We can’t ever take it back, you know. This is always going to be there.”

I felt a rush of affection for my aunt. I didn’t care about any of that. I was just thrilled to have experienced her ripeness.

“You do realise how serious this is, don’t you?” She asked the question after I articulated my feelings and then moved in quick to kiss her mouth.

“I think so,” I said.

I could tell my aunt was worried, and I did my utmost to reassure her it would all be okay. We then kissed some more, languid instead of the desperate slurping and sucking it had been during the sex. I ran a palm over her skin and savoured the silky texture while also exploring Janet’s curves. Then we dozed, slipping deeper into sleep, tender endearments having passed between us. Neither one of us wanted to stop the affair, which is what Janet called it. Although she kept on telling me how careful we would have to be, how very dangerous it was.

Deon woke up and stretched, straightening both arms and legs as much as possible. Upon relaxing, he became aware of another body in his bed. He turned and looked into the bright blue eyes of his sister. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said with a grin. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up for at least ten minutes, but it seems like an hour.”

He grinned in return, and instead of answering, moved his body over hers, forcing his knees between her thighs. Sally put her hand up to his chest, stopping him. “You need to go talk to Mary. I was up when she came in last night, and heard her crying. I went to ask her what was wrong, but she wouldn’t talk to me. Go see what’s going on with her.”

Deon sighed and got out of bed. Pulling on a pair gym shorts, he headed for the guest room. On the way he called for Astarte. “You won’t need me for this,” she answered him. “You’ll know what to do; just follow your instincts.”

He knocked on the guest room door, waited a few seconds for an answer and pushed the door open. Mary was sitting on the bed, her arms wrapped around her knees, naked. When she heard the door open, she looked to see who was coming in, and smiled when she saw Deon. “Morning, Deon. Sally okay?”

“Pretty much; worried about you. She said you were crying when you came in last night.”

“Yeah, I guess I was. I don’t want to go home, or to Paris. I want to stay here and go to school. I was talking to some of the PUS girls, some who are in the teaching school. They showed me how I can tailor my program and get nearly the same background as I could in Paris, for less money, even though it would take more time. But I would be among people who spoke my language, close to home. I can even use the scholarship here, and I’m sure I’d be able to convince my parents…”

“I hear a great big but coming.” Deon interrupted.

“It’s too late to get accepted for the Fall, but I could take classes on a part time basis, except that I don’t have a place to live. To stay in any of the dorms, I have to be a full time student, the same with a sorority house. If I don’t start using the scholarship by January, I lose it, and second semester doesn’t start until February. I need to find a job, and…”

She started to tear up. “Mouse shit! That’s all it is, just pure mouse shit. None of it can’t be overcome when confronted one at a time, but altogether…I just don’t know where to start, and I have to start today; I only have three weeks to get it all organized.”

“Christ, Mary! I was afraid you were going to tell me you’d been assaulted and gang raped at the sorority last night.” he paused, looking at her, marveling at how pretty Astarte had made her. “You can stay here as long as you need to, until the first of the year, anyhow. That’s when we all have to move. But we’ll find a place big enough to include you. And I know a job that will be available as soon as school starts. It’s waitressing in a diner, but I can talk to the owner, and maybe get you some time helping their cook. She thinks she owes me a favor.”

“Do you mean it? Can I really? Ohh, Deon, you are the greatest,” she cried, throwing her arms around his neck. “As far as all the rest of the men in the world are concerned, I’m totally asexual, but you can fuck me any time, any way you want to,” she said, kissing him and pulling him down on the bed.

“Take it easy, Mary,” warned Sally from the doorway. “Remember, he’s taken.”

“I know, Sal, but just a few times a month, five, ten, fifteen or so,” she laughed. “I owe him a lot. He just made it possible for me to come to school with you.”

“He did? That’s great, Mary, but what about Paris? I thought you were set on going there.”

“It was really my mom’s choice; she said I had to see some of the world outside the US before I got settled down. She’ll be disappointed, but also relieved. It was going to cost a lot of money beyond the scholarship.”

“How are…never mind. Let’s get ready and you can tell me all about it on the way home.”

Later, that afternoon, shortly after the girls had gone, the phone rang. Deon picked it up and heard his mother talking to someone in the background. “Hello. Mom?”

“Deon, thank goodness, you’re home. I need to settle some transportation, and wanted to talk to you first. I have to fly to St. Louis this weekend, and there’s a flight out of San’ Angelo Friday night. I thought I might come up Thursday and you could take me to the airport Friday.”

“That sounds great. What time would you get here, and when do you leave?” They spent several minutes settling details. When he hung up, Deon realized he was semi erect with anticipation. He would be alone with his mother for nearly 24 hours. He looked at the clock, thinking about it, and suddenly realized, he had ten minutes to get to work.

On the way, he called the diner and asked for Donna. “Deon? Is something wrong?” she asked when she got to the phone.

“No, nothing’s wrong. I was just calling to see what time you were göztepe escort done.”

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea. I know what you want to do; I don’t think I can…”

“Donna, I know I came on kinda strong the other day. You won’t have to do anything you feel uncomfortable doing. If you’d rather just go get something to eat someplace else, that’s fine. I just want to see you.”

She relaxed, and felt the tingle in her quim that had been there all weekend. “I’m being silly,” she said. “Dinner at your place will be fine. I get off at nine. I’m sorry for being such a ninny.”

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, Donna. I’ll see you at nine.”

Deon arrived at the diner at 9:05. Karen was at the register. “She’s in the back changing. She’s been nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs since you called.” She smiled at the young student. There was something about him which stirred her juices. “If you’re looking just for some fun, with no ties…” she said, straightening and pushing her ample bust forward. “You know what they say about us older women.”

“Careful, Karen. You know what they say about young men and temptation. I’m not sure either of us would survive.” Karen laughed and nodded toward the kitchen door, where Donna had just appeared.

Karen left the register and walked back to the kitchen, stopping to say something to the younger woman which made her smile and blush. As they walked to his car, Deon asked, “What did Karen say?”

“She said to have fun and not do anything she wouldn’t do, but at the moment, with you, she couldn’t think what that would be.” Donna grinned. “She was trying to make a joke, but I think she was telling the truth. When you took care of her face that day, she said if she were thirty years younger, she’d have you in bed so fast, it would make my head spin.

“What is it about you, anyway? I saw you at the bar the other night. You came in with one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen; danced with Kyle Woolhouse’s designated toy and I thought she was going to screw you on the dance floor, and then you walk up to another really attractive girl in the group that had just come in and she throws herself at you. And for some reason, you say you want me. Why me? I’m…”

“Why not you? You’re as pretty as any of the girls you mentioned, if not prettier.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you really knew me.”

“I can’t think of anything you could tell me that would make me think otherwise, unless you beat little children and kittens.”

She laughed. “No, not that.”

“What then?”

“Maybe later, if the evening gets that far.”

They had arrived at Deon’s house. He got them each a beer and began pulling cans from his pantry. In a few minutes he had a Putanesca sauce simmering on the stove, waiting for the pasta to finish cooking. He quickly assembled a salad and sliced some bread. Thirty minutes after arriving they were sitting down to eat.

After dinner, they broke out their books and notes and began reviewing for the Art History class they shared. At one point, he helped clarify a stumbling point she was having problems with concerning French Impressionism. When she looked at him with a smile of appreciation, he reached up and gently cradled her head and pulled her to him for a kiss. She started to withdraw, then yielded to the kiss. Lips parted; mouths opened; tongues got involved.

Donna pulled back. “Deon, I think I should tell you about me, to avoid disappointment later.”

“Okay,” he replied, frowning. He looked at the young blonde. She was an interesting study in contrasts, a natural blonde, he was sure, her skin had a slightly dusky color, making her dark blonde hair seem lighter. The dark skin also set off her hazel eyes, making them look greener.

She spoke hesitantly, often near tears. “Six years ago, in the May of my senior year in high school, I was bicycling home from a friend’s house. She lived about a mile out of town, and it was about an hour before sundown. The road wasn’t really a back road, but not a main road, either. At that time of day… barely any traffic. About a half mile from my friend’s house, a van ran me into the ditch. I fell and hit my head… I was dazed… not out… but not really in control.

“Two guys in the van jumped out and carried me back to the van… I thought they were going to take me to the hospital and I tried to tell them I was okay… They just laughed and… began… taking off my clothes. When I was naked… they started… taking turns with me… There were… four of them… The last hour…they made me… take… three at a time. When they were done…they just pushed me out of the van… back into the ditch where they had run me off the road… They didn’t even give me back my clothes… I didn’t recognize any of them. They looked like they might have been migrants, but they weren’t Latino.”

“And you think this experience somehow makes çorlu escort you undesirable?”

“According to my father, who’s a deacon in the local church, like all women who have sex before they get married, I’m damaged goods.” She choked back a sob. “It also…I’ve tried with a couple of guys…and I just can’t…I freeze… and get all…numb inside, like somebody… turns a switch… as soon as a guy tries to… touch me.

“I know why it happens, but the therapists I’ve tried can’t seem to help. One said just let it happen; another talked about trust issues and my relationship with my father. God! The jerk!” She started to tear up more. “I should go now. Will you take me home, please?”

Deon spoke softly. “Donna, I want you to listen to me, and to really hear me. What happened to you, what those men did, was horrific, and they should be castrated for it. But, and you must believe this, it doesn’t make you ‘damaged goods’ any more than if you cut your hand. I can’t believe a father would say that to a daughter who had been through what happened to you, deacon or not.

“The reaction you have when you try to make love, is called Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. Your body is reacting to what happened to you, and to your memory of it.

“In a way, the therapist who said just do it was right. You have to face your fear and the memory to over come its effects. I think that is what the second one was trying, not very well, to do. You have to learn to trust men again, and to do that, you examine the relationship with a male which has been most successful, usually the father figure, although, in your case, I’m not so sure.

“So, no, I won’t take you home. You don’t really want to go, do you?” he asked, making it sound like a statement. She shook her head. “You want to spend the night with me, don’t you? Then you will. Come with me,” he ordered, holding out his hand.

In the bedroom, he pulled the nervous young woman into his arms and kissed her. While their lips were busy with each other, he found the buttons on the front of her blouse and began to unfasten them. He felt her start and pull away. Holding the lapels of the blouse, he pulled her back without relinquishing her lips. Under his, he felt her smile. Then her hands were pushing his out of the way and finishing the task he had started.

He moved his lips from her mouth to her ear. “Yes. Good girl,” he whispered. His hands dropped to her waist and sought the button holding the waistband of her jeans closed. He opened the waist and pulled her zipper down. He felt her stiffen against him. He put his arms around her and pulled her close. “Come, lie down with me,” he said, picking her up and placing her on the bed. He finished removing her jeans and lay down beside her, his clothes still on.

“Take off your clothes, Deon. You being dressed reminds me too much of…” He stopped her with a gentle kiss. He stood up and, letting her watch, stripped to his jockeys. Her shy smile was almost reward enough.

He rejoined her and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close. When she lifted her face to look at him, he kissed her, just grazing her lips with his tongue. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue entry to play with hers. Her hand pushing his to her breast let him know it was time to remove her bra.

The feel of bare skin on bare skin resulted in mutual mmmms of pleasure and harder kisses. He felt her nipples harden against his chest and sought one out with his hand while his mouth engulfed the other one. Her resulting moan was deep enough to be a groan. Her leg slipped over his hip and pulled him to her, pushing his erection into her pubis. “Uuuuoooohhhh,” was all she could say.

She pushed Deon off her nipple and pulled his face up so she could look in his eyes. “Take me now, Deon. Take me hard. There’s no need to be gentle. Just fuck me; fuck me like there won’t ever be another time for either of us,” and she pulled him to her for a kiss he felt in his balls.

The next day, in class, Bertie noticed a richness and depth to the questions and answers offered by one of her students from whom she usually got minimal answers. She caught Deon’s eye and raised her eyebrow in question. He just shrugged and smiled. Bertie smiled and shook her head.

The next day, the young woman’s new found expertise was also noticed by her fellow students, drawing appreciative glances from some of the men in the class. Bertie watched her as she left the lecture hall at the end of class. Even her carriage had changed. Bertie was sure she knew why. She glanced at her watch. She was due at Deon’s in an hour. They had some time before he had to be at work, then it was her turn to cook for him while he went to his museum job.

After their greeting hug and kiss, she leaned back in his arms, and, with a grin, asked, “So, what’s the deal with you and Donna George? And don’t try to deny it. She may be saying them, but her answers are yours.”

“Not ümraniye escort entirely. She knows the material. She just didn’t have the confidence to articulate it. We’ve been studying together for a couple of nights now. I think it’s helped her. At least, I hope so.”

“More than just studying, if I’m a judge of women. I’ve seen her in class before and passed right over her; today, she had the bearing of a, a, a ‘star,’ there’s no other way to say it. And you should be ready for some competition, the way the other men were looking at her today.”

“I hope so; she deserves to be happy.”

Thursday noon, Deon was standing in the living room, watching out the window for his mother when he saw her Mercedes SLK 55 pull into the driveway. By the time she was standing up out of the roadster, he was at her side, asking for her luggage. Laughing, she reached back in the cockpit and popped open the small trunk for him. He lifted out her suitcase and led her to the house.

After he had deposited her luggage in the guest room and she had used the facilities to refresh herself, they met in the living room. He greeted her with a warm hug, which she returned. “Can I get you a drink, coffee, tea, soda, wine, whiskey?”

“Wow, a full service bar, huh? I thought you said the owner was a medical professional. Sounds more like a restauranteur.”

“Well, the first three are from me. The wine is sherry, and it’s Jim Beam or Johnny Walker. Dr. Hill was one of the first nurse practitioners in the state, and is the Director of the Community Nursing program.”

Kate smiled. “Tea will be fine, Dee. I could use a drink of something stronger, but it’s still a little early. And some cheese and crackers, if possible. I had a small breakfast a long time ago.”

“Of course. I’ll go put the tea on. Make yourself comfortable.”

“I’ll come help. I know it’s only been a couple of weeks, but I feel we have a lot to discuss. Sally said she had a good time during Orientation. What in hell happened to her hair?”

“Her roommates. They got it in their heads, after a night out convincing upperclassmen to buy them drinks, that she was Irish and needed to show it off. It was just shampoo and lime jello. It should have washed right out, but I guess it stayed on too long and some of the color bled into her hair. It should cover easily enough, and wash out in a week or so of regular washing.”

“Kids! I’m amazed the human race has survived sometimes. How do they think up some of the stunts they pull?” she paused while he poured the hot water over the tea bags.

“I hear Mary might be joining us in the house; that she’s given up her Paris plans. That’s making her father happy. Her mom was a bit put out, but seemed mollified a bit when Mary said you’d be here to keep an eye on her, and that she could go to Paris later, on a foreign study program. I think she was more impressed by you being around to sort of supervise her little girl. I refrained from telling her about your adventures with her ‘little girl,'” she said, with a sly smile.

Deon grinned. “She ‘did’ promise me anytime, any way, but I don’t think she was totally sincere. She had just spent the night with the Pi-U-Sigs and learned of the benefits of going LUG.”

Kate laughed. “I won’t tell Marg. It’s probably better for everyone if she doesn’t know what her ‘little girl’ is up to. ” She cocked her head to one side as she took a slice of cheese and a cracker. “And how about Sally? Is she okay with you having sex with her friend?”

Deon looked at his mother, wondering how much to tell. He decided to tell it all. “We set up the first threesome so Sally could watch me with another girl. It was my suggestion when she asked me about helping Mary. She said it made her so hot she felt like she peed herself.”

Kate took a sip of tea to hide the effect of the sudden tingle she felt between her legs. She wasn’t quite fast enough. Deon noticed the micro-expression and correctly interpreted it. He reached out and covered her hand with his. “Was there something else you wanted to talk about, Kate?” her asked, addressing her by her first name for the first time.

She looked up at him, startled, aware of the intimate implications his using her first name held. She tried to look away from him, but found it impossible to do. She was reminded of the struggle she had gone through the morning she had seen him and Sally together. She knew then she was losing the struggle. Deon saw the look of resignation as she set her cup down. He stood up and walked around the table to her, and pulled her to her feet. Without a word, he bent down and kissed her, full on the mouth, separating her lips with his tongue.

“Deon! What are you…Stop it now! Deon! You shouldn’t …oh, oh Deon, don’t… stop it this instant! Deo…n; oh, baby what are you doing to me? Don’t…stop…oh, noooo; oh, baby, no. you’re going to make me… ooooohhhhh, nooooo! What are you…Oh, god, Deon! Nooo…oh Yessssss, harder…faster! Yessss! Like that, baby! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssss! That’s it, baby! Like that! Come on…come in your momma! Give me a baby…your baby…our baby! Do it! Come on; that’s it, come on, come in me! Let me feel you come…let me feel your cum! Go, baby, go! Yesssssss; mmm, yes, baby, you did good. Momma’s happy. Your Momma loves you, baby.”

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For continuity, please read Aunt Anjali – Chapters 1 and 2

I fell asleep and woke up very late next morning to find every one gone. My cousins were playing, my uncle had left for work and my aunt was cooking in the kitchen. My pajama strings had been tied and there was no sign of my semen anywhere.

My interactions with my aunt were unnatural, to say the least. We behaved as if nothing had happened. However, a lot had actually gone on between us. She was my first sexual partner and if you have fingered a woman to orgasm and she has jerked you off, any ‘normal’ interaction can only be a pretense.

Well, we did not get a chance to be alone again for the next three days. Their guests stayed only the one night and so the next night, I was banished to the other room.

Three days later, my cousins went off for a previously scheduled picnic and my uncle was away on a business trip. When my aunt and I walked back after dropping off my cousins, it started raining heavily. Since we were not carrying umbrellas, we got completely drenched. We walked fast but were wet to the skin within moments.

I looked upon my wet aunt with interest. Her clothes were plastered to her skin as if they had been sprayed on. Every curve of her large, voluptuous body was visible. The most prominent feature was her large bottom. It swayed and wiggled and every rounded inch was visible. Each fleshy cheek rose up and came down and although I knew nothing about intercourse, I suddenly felt the need to place my cock between those lovely large buttocks! She might as well have been naked! She saw me looking at her body and looked at my crotch where my wet clothes had outlined my penis. We reached home and were alone for the first time since that fateful night when our special relationship began.

She carefully shut and locked the door and looking at me quizzically, said, ‘We are going to catch a cold, unless we remove these wet clothes quickly. Let us not catch the flu.’ I nodded my head. I was willing to do whatever she wanted me to! She started removing her sari and was soon standing there in her blouse and petticoat. ‘Take off your clothes. What are you waiting for?’ she said. I had been busy looking at her boobs, barely held back by her blouse and bra. I smiled my embarrassment.

Seeing my hesitation, çeşme escort she came up to me and started unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled out the part tucked into my trouser and unbuttoned the last two buttons at the bottom, her hand brushing my penis which was fat erecting at the possibilities in the unfolding situation. Her boobs were inches from my chest and I could see the ample upper slopes. She had me out of my shirt and undershirt in moments and while removing them, she playfully pinched my nipples. They erected a little and I was startled at the violent lurch I felt in my penis. My aunt then asked me if I had a girl friend. I sheepishly responded in the negative. She asked me if I had ever seen a naked woman before. I said that I had not. She asked me if I wanted to. I remained tongue-tied.

By this time, she had removed my belt and was unzipping my trousers. She bent and holding the trousers, she asked me to step out of them. I did, embarrassed by the huge erection that my briefs could barely contain. She put all my clothes aside and then started pulling my briefs down. Suddenly, I started feeling shy. Putting my hands on hers, I restrained her. ‘What’s wrong? Why are you stopping me?’ she asked. I confessed my shyness to her.

She said that she had seen me naked very often as a child. I told her that I was no longer a child. She said that she would always be my aunt and I, her nephew and that an aunt had rights on her nephews. Seeing that I remained unconvinced, she said that she would take off her clothes too, if I would agree to keep it our secret, and then we would both be on an equal footing. I agreed to keep it a secret. She closed her eyes and asked me to take off whichever of her clothes that I wanted and look at whatever I wanted to see!

I needed no second invitation and I started clumsily unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her large voluptuous breasts encased in a sheer bra, the nipples indenting the cups. I looked upon those treasures for the first time in the light of day and feasted my eyes on them. Aunt Anjali opened her eyes, looked at me, and asked me gently why I had stopped. I put my arms around her back and groped for the fastening of her bra. Being the large woman that she was, in so doing, our chests touched and she let out a sigh. She hugged me to her ample bosom and ground her boobs into my chest. After a small struggle, I managed to open her bra and coming out of the hug, I slid the straps off her shoulders.

What an erotic sight! Large conical breasts, the size of cantaloupes with dark, 2-inch areolas and large half-inch nipples leapt into view, released from their confinement. The nipples were erect and slightly shriveled, being wet. My aunt covered her boobs with her palms and asked me not to stare at them. I said that this was not fair since I had not covered up anything. She başakşehir escort smilingly said, ‘The main part is still covered!’ I was embarrassed by this reference to my penis but at the same time was tickled by my aunt’s uninhibited sexy talk.

I went for the drawstrings of her petticoat and pulled it loose, trying to slide it down her massive buttocks and thighs. I could not do it! She laughed at me and asked me to wait a moment. Pulling the skirt up, slowly revealing calves, knees, thighs and belly, she raised it over her head. As she was removing the garment, her face was covered and her boobs were swinging free. I playfully pinched her nipples and she shrieked.

There she stood, a pair of white panties her only garment. She then asked me if she could remove my briefs but I insisted on removing her panties first. I knelt in front of her. I looked at her prominent panty covered cunt mound. The expected black patch was missing! Instead, I could only see a large pink protuberance. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and started lowering it. Her navel and then the pelvis and finally her unusually prominent mons revealed themselves. I stopped, entranced by the sight of my first cunt!

Aunt Anjali decided that it was her turn to act shy and turning to face away from me, she raised her panties once again, giving me a momentary glimpse of her very large bottom before covering it up. For a moment, I felt like a child whose candy had been snatched away.

‘You are looking at everything before showing me anything,’ she complained. I did not know what to say or do so I got up and hugged her from the back, my painfully erect penis encountering her bulbous panty covered bottom. ‘I will show you everything you want to see, Aunt Anjali. I promise.’ I said as comfortingly as I could. My hands met her boobs and I pressed them into her chest. I pushed my cock into the crack of her ass, where it lodged itself comfortably. She did not protest but pushed back, allowing my cock better access. ‘And you will not talk to anyone about this?’ she asked. I assured her that my lips were sealed.

I once again knelt, this time behind her, and lowered her panties quickly. I did not linger this time. As she stepped out of them, she raised her legs one after the other providing me with exciting glimpses of her outsized cunt lips. Too soon though, she lowered her leg and I found myself looking at her large butt again. For the very first time in my life, I was in the presence of a completely naked woman!

She turned around very quickly and told me that it was my turn now. In a few short moments, my thick and long penis was swinging naked and pendulum-like in front of her. This was the first time that anyone had seen my penis like this, except for my unintentional exposure a few days earlier. ‘You are so large. You are küçükçekmece escort larger than your uncle’, she said. ‘Does it often become like this’? She asked. I told her that of late, my penis was frequently and painfully swollen. ‘Do you do anything with it, then?’ she inquired. I said that I did not know what to do with it.

‘I can help you remove the swelling and the pain but you will have to keep your promise to never tell anyone that we ever did this. Otherwise, we will both lose our reputations,’ She said. I asked her to help me and she started to lead me into the bedroom. I followed. Aunt Anjali’s large and naked bottom swayed tantalizingly.

As we passed by the bathroom, she asked me to pee. She led me in and holding my erect cock asked me to go right ahead. I could not do it initially and after much effort, a small stream jetted out and fell into the gutter, there being no pot. My penis lost some of its erection. The pale yellow stream slowly gathered strength and I started peeing forcefully. She was watching all this with great interest and very lightly varying the pressure on my penis, causing the stream to reduce and spurt. Some of the drops fell on her fingers but she did not seem to mind. My penis was now menacingly erect. For the first time since I had brown up, someone had seen me pee.

As soon as I finished, she bent at the knees and squatted, facing me. I was finally going to see and hear what I had only heard before! She looked at me, transparent lust in her eyes and I realized that she wanted me to see her doing this! A sight was incredibly sexy. Her legs and knees were wide apart and her great cunt was in full view. With her fingers, she parted those thick lips and I could now see the pink interior of her cunt.

A forceful stream flowed out, arcing into the air and falling a good three feet away. She placed a finger inside her large lips, and started rubbing even as hew pee flowed, making a yellow pool between us. She moaned loudly. My cock jerked to erection in no time and she raised a hand to hold it tightly, frigging it as she peed and rubber herself, all the while looking into my eyes. Her moaning had reached a crescendo and the acrid smell of urine was in the air. My aunt must have had a full bladder because her pee stream continued unabated for a couple more minutes.

The foregoing sex play as we stripped, the sight of this adult woman intentionally showing herself to me as she urinated and rubbed herself, the moaning, the odor and the tight frigging of my virgin cock were too stimulating for me. I felt my vision blur and my muscles go weak. I started moaning loudly and before I could stop myself, ejaculated thick gobs of hot spunk all over her squatting body. The copious ejaculate landed on her hair, face, boobs, belly and even on her peeing cunt. As she watched the jets of semen fly, she rubbed herself harder and then her moans suddenly stopped. A look, almost of satisfaction, crossed her eyes and as her stream of pee reduced to a trickle and stopped, she let go of my cock, scooped up my come and licked it, never breaking her eye contact with me.

‘Thank you’, she said.

To be continued…

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Daniel Talbot grabbed his final suitcase from his father. It pained him to see the sad look on Robert’s face; his father was a good man who had been dealt a very bad hand.

“Dad, are you sure I can’t stay here and help out?” Dan asked. The look in his father’s once-happy eyes told the whole story. He appeared weary and beaten down, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Hands that had once felt like they could bend steel girders were placed on Dan’s shoulders as he began boarding the train.

“Son, I want you to go to university and get the education you worked so hard for,” Robert told him. “Staying here would only cause hardship and stress; you don’t need all of that at your age.”

“It isn’t fair, you shouldn’t have to deal with Mom’s issues all on your own,” Dan protested. Robert shook his head.

“I understand how you feel son, but your mother’s beyond either of our helping her now,” Robert told him. “She needs help, professional help and intend to see that she gets it or … well, you know my intentions, I discussed them last week. Her drinking and the rage it fuels, it’s beyond anything I’m prepared to deal with now. I’m only 44, if it comes to that … I can still have a life, I’m not letting her drag you or I down with her.”

Dan’s heart felt as if it had been weighed down by lead. How had it come to this? He adored his mother, who 10 years earlier had been a vibrant, loving, ash-blonde high school teacher that everyone adored. She and Robert had been married for 21 years and had two children, Dan and his older sister, Denise. Denise was already at university. 3 years ago, his mother had began acting in a peculiar manner and acting secretive. Dan and his father noticed that Penny’s one drink before dinner had turned to a drink before and a drink after. Then it was a drink before, during and after. When Denise left for school, Penny’s manner worsened and it was hard to tell how much she was drinking. Her behavior became increasingly erratic. Robert began finding hidden bottles all over their house and it was no longer just wine she was drinking, it was hard liquor. He had received calls from her work and finally she had been suspended. Robert and Dan thought it might snap her out of it and motivate her to change, but no. It had given Penny no motivation to do anything; she just sat around drinking all day, cursing and staying in a fury. When Denise came home for Thanksgiving, she was stunned to see her mother’s downfall. She spoke with her father and brother and was so pained upon learning what they’d had to endure.

Denise had a private conversation with her father and they concocted a plan. When it was time for Daniel to go to university himself, he would go and stay with their Aunt Katrina while attending university. Aunt Katrina had done the same for Denise the previous year until Denise had found a roommate and moved in with her.

“Your aunt will likely like having a man around the house again,” Robert told his son about his long-divorced sister. “Do anything she asks you to do. I’ll send you money from time to time for whatever you need,” He said. “Don’t worry about finding a job, I can afford to pay for your schooling, just buckle down, get good grades and help out your aunt. Keep on making me proud.” Robert said as he slapped his son on the back and said goodbye.

Dan intended to do just that, he still couldn’t understand what had caused such a dramatic change in his once-vibrant mother. As he began his 6-hour train ride, he tried to remember his aunt, but it was difficult. It had been 10 years since he had seen Katrina Talbot — then Katrina Pearson — but he remembered her as tall, elegant and somewhat aloof. He knew she had been a dancer and he remembered her being a commanding presence, but that was about it. Denise had complimented their aunt by referring to her as a lovely, giving person and Dan intended to do whatever he could to pitch in. It was very kind of her to take in a relative she hardly knew and expect nothing in return.

Dan sketched in his books, happy that his father had approved his choice to become an artist. It had been one more thing his mother had raged about in one of her drunken stupors, how useless being an artist would be, even though she herself had started him on that path. She wanted him to pursue athletics, like his successful father or perhaps take over his father’s sporting goods franchises. Business was Denise’s forte, he intended to be happy. He was a good athlete though, having excelled in track, basketball and swimming. At 6’2″ tall, his body was lean and muscular and he moved like a dancer, which he thought his aunt might appreciate. The sandy-haired Dan had women flocking around him, partly because he was young and gorgeous and partly because he moved like Astaire on the floor. His portrait of Astaire and Rogers had won him the art show last year, a prize of $2000 he had stashed in the bank at his father’s advice.

He stepped off the train a little before 5 PM bahçelievler escort and looked around. Walking towards Dan was a stunning, leggy brunette who was wearing an overcoat, hip-hugging black jeans and stiletto heels. Her hair was wavy and long, a gorgeous shade of auburn and her eyes were brown and warm. “Are you Daniel?” The woman asked. “I’m your Aunt Katrina; your sister E-Mailed me a picture so I’d know what you looked like. Come on, the MG’s over there.”

Dan was floored, first at the fact this tall, 5’10” stunner was his aunt. She looked to be in her early 30’s and moved like a supermodel. Second, she drove an MG? Very cool, he loved classic cars and hers was a 60’s model that had been painstakingly restored. As they were putting his luggage in the trunk, Katrina noticed him giving the car the once-over. “Hubby # 2 did all the work, he lost it in the divorce,” Katrina smiled at him. “He was none too happy about that.”

This smiling, sexy older woman contrasted greatly with the image he’d had of her. How had he gotten it so wrong? As the drove back to her … now his as well … home, he wanted to ask her a million questions, but found himself at a loss for words. She was still a commanding and somewhat intimidating presence.

“You’re very quiet over there,” Katrina smiled as her car pulled into the gated community in which she resided. “You don’t seem much like your father or Denise.”

“I’m like Dad in some ways, but Denise and I are very opposite,” Dan admitted. “I’m more like Mom in a lot of ways.”

“I was sorry to hear about that, I don’t understand what happened at all,” Katrina told her nephew. “Penny used to be such a vibrant, talented woman and she was always so happy, she loved you kids, she loved your father … do you have any idea what it could be?”

“No Aunt Katrina, we’ve all been trying to figure it out,” Dan sighed as the car moved up the long driveway. He loved the sound of the engine and how sleek the lines of the car were.

“No more `Aunt’, please Dan? I think of myself as a young woman and you’re the man of the house now,” She told him. “As long as you live here, you’re an adult and you’ll be treated as one. I have a nice beef stew ready but if you’d like a shower, it can keep for 30 more minutes and I’ll warm up a few nice crusty rolls.”

“A shower sounds like heaven and stew … how did you know, that’s my favorite!” Dan exclaimed.

“Your sister called me last night and clued me in,” Katrina grinned. “I love to cook but haven’t had the chance much lately; it’s no fun to cook for just one. I miss Denise since she moved in with Deborah.”

Dan nodded; his sister had been notoriously tight-lipped about her new roommate. All the family knew about Deborah was she was Japanese-Hawaiian and a journalism major. His sister and Deborah shared a condo about 30 minutes away.

Dan went upstairs to shower and was barely under the spray when he heard the door open. “Clean towels,” His aunt’s voice called out. He was glad she hadn’t come in a minute or so earlier or she would have gotten a good view of his naked body. He wasn’t embarrassed about his physique, but he doubted his aunt wanted him displaying it all about.

He put on clean clothes and walked downstairs. On the walls were several photographs of his aunt dancing, some of them were … sexy! She was wearing very revealing costumes; even the dresses she wore in the ballroom competitions couldn’t hide her stellar beauty. There were several awards as well; his aunt’s talents as a dancer were quite prodigious.

“I saw all the photos of you dancing, you were good,” Dan complimented Katrina as she ladled out the stew.

“I still am good, I just don’t get to dance much anymore,” Katrina sighed. “Your uncle — number one — was my best partner until he traded me in for a younger model. I got the last laugh though — she’s nowhere near as good a dancer as I am, I move much nicer.” There was a sly smile that made Daniel wonder if his aunt was referring only to the dance.

“I’ll make you a deal, any time you want to go dancing, give me a bit of notice and I’ll go with you,” Dan smiled as he broke open his roll to butter it.

“You like to dance?” Katrina’s brown eyes opened wide. “Your father used to love dancing.”

“He and Mom used to do that, too,” Dan said in a sad tone. “Yeah, I love to dance. You can get a chick … sorry, you can easily find dancing partners if you love dancing and I took it seriously.”

“You’re your father’s son,” Katrina laughed. “All right tiger, you’re on. Your old auntie will take you dancing some night.”

“Listen to you. You’re not old, I mean, I know how old you are, but you don’t look it,” Dan told her.

“What a line,” Katrina chuckled. “How old do you think I look then?”

Dan decided to fudge things a bit, for the sake of valor. “I don’t know … late 20’s, maybe? You’re a beautiful woman Aunt … Katrina. I bet when you go dancing, they’re lining up to dance with you.”

“Listen to you, what a pick-up artist!” Katrina bağcılar escort laughed. “I might just keep you around to feed my ego, now eat your stew.”

Dan ate his meal with his aunt and got to know her, she was certainly personable enough. She laughed a lot and was highly intelligent; he knew she didn’t work much any more, as she had invested her monies well. After dinner, they went for a swim by her pool. Dan noticed some yard work he could do and when she came outside to swim, he gasped. She was wearing heels when she came out on deck, so he heard her and turned around. Her suit wasn’t a bikini, it covered her breasts and then there were two strips of cloth that connected to the bra and led down to a tiny thong bottom. It was cut high on her hips and her stomach, flat and lean, was exposed. She was wearing earrings that dangled precariously and Dan would have bet they were real diamonds. She stretched out on the chaise and got out a book and poured herself a small glass of wine from a bottle she had brought with her. Dan could not take his eyes away from the sexy vision that was his aunt.

“I thought I’d catch some rays and read a little, less chance of burning at this time of day,” Katrina told him. He nodded and tried not to stare at her, but she wasn’t making it easy. Every time she stretched out her legs, her calf muscles went taut and he could see what fabulous dancer’s legs she had, smooth and sleek. It all went with the rest of her; Dan’s aunt was still an incredible, vibrant woman.

“Dan? Are you still with me? I asked if you’d like a glass of wine or perhaps a beer.” Katrina offered.

“Oh sorry, no thanks. I’ll go get myself a Pepsi, if that’s okay. I noticed some in the fridge and then I’ll have a swim,” He told her. He walked away and wondered why he felt as if it was 110° outside.

He stood in front of the refrigerator for a few minutes, letting the cool wash over him. Dan wondered why his older sister hadn’t warned him their aunt was such a fox. Had she not noticed? Dan knew his best course of action might just be to try and push these thoughts away, she was his aunt and older than he. He shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like this, but they kept on swimming to the surface. Swimming! He had been indoors for a few minutes now, he didn’t want Katrina to wonder about him. He hurried back outside with his Pepsi. She smiled at him as he took a couple of sips and then dove into the pool. Instantly, he felt it. He had an erection, oh shit! Had she noticed it? He hoped not and decided to stay in the pool until it went down, which took about 15 minutes.

He got out of the pool and noticed his aunt had an odd smile on her face. “I was watching you, Dan,” Katrina admitted. “You swim so beautifully, you’re almost like a dolphin in the water.”

She hadn’t commented on his earlier state which Dan took as a good omen. He sat in a chair beside her and drank his soda. “Thanks Katrina,” He smiled. “I swam a lot at home and was on the swim team at school.”

“Good for you honey, it’s important to keep fit,” Katrina told him as she sat up. He could see her perfect breasts peeking out from under the sheer top. Katrina was fit in oh-so-many ways and Dan knew he’d be thinking of her tonight.

“I agree with you, Dad and Denise keep in shape too,” Dan said, having another mouthful.

Katrina nodded. “I noticed that about your sister when she stayed here last year. She has an incredible body.”

“I guess.”

“You guess? Haven’t you noticed?”

“Well, not really Katrina. I mean, she’s my sister!” Dan told her.

“You noticed mine and I’m your Aunt … your much-older Aunt,” Katrina told him. “It’s okay to look and think about things. Thoughts can’t hurt anyone,” Katrina insisted.

Dan was sure glad about that, because the thoughts he was having about his beautiful Aunt Katrina were far from proper. He wondered what kind of nut would let someone like her get away?

That led to another thought. With him living in her home, he was certain someone as beautiful as Katrina didn’t go without companionship. He would have to be careful not to intrude on her privacy and make her uncomfortable. Likewise, if he himself decided to bring someone home, he hoped Katrina would give him some space. He doubted he’d have to worry much about that, he didn’t know anyone here and had decided to concentrate on his studies and to be there to help out his aunt. Dan wanted to make himself indispensable around her home in gratitude for taking him in on such short notice.

Katrina seemed to love having him around and having someone to dote on. Dan made sure all of the yard work was done; he cut the lawn and tidied up the shrubbery and gardens that surrounded the pool. He cleaned out gutters and drainpipes and made sure everything about her place looked tidy and in its proper order. Katrina mentioned to him one evening that she didn’t know how she had managed before he had come to live with her. He just smiled and ate his dinner, pleased he’d been of some assistance.

Once he got to know ümraniye escort Katrina, she wasn’t intimidating, although he still remained in awe of her. Whenever she interacted with someone, anyone, they seemed completely wrapped around her little finger. Men or women, Katrina was able to charm them all and did it with ease.

When he had been living there about a month, a few weeks prior to his beginning university, Katrina told him she had a date and would be home late. She had already made his dinner, although he’d insisted he could have cooked for himself. Katrina got dressed in an elegant cocktail dress that was a light pink shade that looked beautiful against her tanned skin. She wore beautiful earrings and sexy heels and sparkled. Dan was almost back to being intimidated as she exited the door. He heard muttering from outside and then a car left and Dan concentrated on the DVD he had rented for the evening. He hoped she would have an enjoyable evening and reminded himself to ask her dancing soon. He wanted to have the opportunity to move around the dance floor with his aunt, even if it was just once.

Dan fell asleep on the couch sometime shortly after the movie had ended. He looked at the clock in the kitchen and saw it was after midnight. He wondered if his aunt was home and then he heard some laughter from upstairs. It had happened, something he had anticipated earlier. Katrina had brought her date home and more than likely, they were having sex! Good for her, Dan thought as he climbed the stairs. He wanted to trim the hedges tomorrow and decided he should turn in. As he approached his room, he saw that Katrina’s bedroom door was ajar. He could see in and saw her long, beautiful legs and they were entwined with her lover’s. To Dan’s surprise, the other set of legs seemed to be slim and shaved. There was no doubt about it; his Aunt Katrina was sharing her bed with another woman!

They seemed to be lost in each other, if the soft moans and gentle sighs were any indications. He could see little snippets of their activity, glimpses of Katrina’s slender body being caressed by a gentle hand, bodies moving together. He could see a bit of Katrina’s face, but not that of her lover. In pleasure, his Aunt looked even more beautiful, sensual and in heat. Dan was hard and very horny, he knew he shouldn’t be playing the voyeur, but he was rooted to the spot. He watched for about 15 minutes, hoping for a glimpse of his aunt’s lover, but he didn’t get one. Katrina would speak out on occasion, but aside from small words of encouragement, the other woman remained silent. He was able to tell the other woman was younger and he thought she might be blonde. He heard the grandfather clock in her den chime that it was now 1 AM, so he made his way to bed. He got out his cock and masturbated until he came. He cleaned himself up and was asleep in 10 minutes.

Dan was up at 9:30 AM and Katrina was already baking blueberry muffins when he came down to breakfast. It was hard to reconcile the domestic Katrina with the sensual woman he had peeped on last night. He hoped she didn’t suspect anything. “Did you have a good time last night, Katrina?” Dan asked as he buttered a muffin and poured himself a much-needed cup of coffee.

“Oh, yes Dan,” Katrina smiled as she sipped her coffee. “It was just what I needed.”

Dan smiled at her, wondering if she was referring to the date itself or the sex that had followed. He decided it was likely both. Before he went outside to start working, he smiled at Katrina. “Would you still be willing to go dancing with me, Katrina?” Dan asked.

“Yes, that sounds like fun!” Katrina grinned, her long hair spinning with him as she turned around. “When would you like to go?”

“Why not Friday night or do you have other plans?” Dan asked.

“No, no other plans,” Katrina grinned at him. “I’m looking forward to our night out; it’s been several years since I’ve danced with a handsome young man.”

Dan went through the week and did as much as he could for his aunt. He also took the time to get a haircut and have his best suit dry-cleaned. If Dan had his way, nothing was going to go wrong when Friday came.

Friday night, he insisted on taking her to dinner and made sure to put his best foot forward. Dan tried not to act his age, he tried to find common ground and discuss her interests. Katrina knew about a lot of things and her knowledge of the world impressed him. At dinner, she ordered an incredible bottle of wine which she insisted on paying for. Dan thought he’d probably be better off not knowing how much it had cost. Their food was wonderful and Dan decided that they’d come here again.

The club he took her to for dancing he had found through some on-line research. It had a varied selection of music, so he could dance with her fast or slow and show off his ballroom skills. Katrina had worn a killer black dress with slits on the side, her hair up in an elegant chignon and her makeup impeccable. From the very first time they danced together, Dan felt at ease. She moved so well in the 4-inch heels and didn’t miss a step. Dan made sure to keep up with her; on the fast songs he couldn’t believe her energy. When they danced to the slower melodies, it felt wonderful having her in his arms. She looked so perfect and elegant and she smelled so nice. He didn’t care about anything beyond the fact that she was a beautiful woman and there was magic in the night and she was in his arms, sharing a special time.

This story is written in order mainly to amuse you. Hopefully it succeeds. There are no descriptions, only dialogue. Once more my apologies for the poor quality of the language. English is not my mother language.

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“Are you a whore, aunt?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you a whore?”

“How dare you ask me such a thing??!!”

“Does this mean that you are or that you aren’t?”

“Certainly I am NOT!”

“Do you know anyone who is a whore?”

“No I don’t! I have nothing to do with whores!”

“Pity!”

“Why do you say that? Actually why do you ask me these questions, at first place?”

“Because next week the school is over. So, me and my friends, we decided that it would be nice to have this kind of experience to fuck a whore. We have even collected some money. The problem is that we don’t want to fuck a professional whore.”

“Why is that?”

“There are many reasons, aunt. At first, if we go to a professional, there will be lots of stress. These women check the watch all the time. We would like something more relaxed and friendly. Somehow we would like to have the feeling that the woman cares for us. That she will take good care of us, instead of just fuck with us and kick us out of the room. Besides, you know how my friends are. I mean, we are not experienced guys. Someone may get completely stressed and his “tool” may be unable to function.”

“I see!”

“There is also another thing. If we fuck with a whore, we have to use condoms. All of us, we hate condoms. We are all clean and healthy young men. In fact we have never had sex with any woman so far. Just jerking off.”

“Yes, I know all these things, son. You have told me many times. I know all the interesting “adventures” that you and your friends have, while masturbating. You have been fucking all the models and actresses, at least 100 times.”

“Exactly! Now it is time to have a real woman. So we decided to invest our money on that. We want a pretty and sexy lady who’s going to spend the night with 5 young guys and we are ready to pay her for that.”

“I understand that, but why do you ask me?”

“Because you are very pretty and the sexiest of all the other women in town.”

“That is very flattering, my boy, and I thank you very much for your compliment. Still I don’t see how this could work, supposing that I had accepted your offer. You forget that we are relatives.”

“Come on now, aunt! Who’s going to bother about that? Do you still have periods? Can you get pregnant?”

“Well…”

“Do you?!!”

“No! Actually I can’t get pregnant.”

“Then I don’t see any problem here. We are both adults, I like you and I love you. I know that you also love me and I hope that you like me too…”

“Of course I like you, baby! You are a very handsome young man!”

“One other reason that I thought of you, is that I know our financial difficulties. You have been working like crazy. Still, we are short of money every month. I feel sorry for you and I want to help you, because I love you so much. Unfortunately I can’t go to work yet. This makes me feel so bad.”

“Don’t feel bad, son. We have everything we need. We have our house, our car, food to eat and clothes to wear.”

“I know that but I have heard you many times talking about things that you would have liked to buy.”

“All these are extra. Anyway, how much money have you managed to collect?”

“Not too much but good enough, still. 1500.”

” 1500??!!”

“Yes!”

“This is a month’s salary!”

“I know! That’s why I thought, that it would be nice, you to get it! But you are not a whore, so…”

“Well, let’s not be that hasty, son!”

“What is that supposed to mean, aunt?”

“Let’s think about it, for a while.”

“As you wish!”

“You told me that you are 5 guys and you want to spend the night with me.”

“Not with you, aunt! With a whore! You told me, you are not a whore!”

“Yes, yes! I know very well what I told you and I still tell you that I am not a whore. I can pretend to be one, though!”

“How can you do that?”

“For 1500 I can pretend to be whatever, baby!”

“That, I understand! But being a whore is not something easy. At least I think so.”

“How difficult could it be with 5 young guys, who have no experience?”

“I don’t know, aunt! The point is that you have no experience either.”

“Hmmm…That is not 100% true!”

“Have you ever been fucking for money?”

“Not tuzla escort for money, no! I remember though one thing that happened long ago. I gave a policeman a blowjob, in order to avoid a high-speed penalty.”

“This doesn’t make you a whore, aunt!”

“Wait! I also fucked a couple of times the owner of my apartment, because I didn’t have money to pay the rent.”

“This is closer to being a whore but still, not the same. You have to be paid to fuck, in order to be a whore. That you have never done.”

“Actually, now that you mentioned it, I remember one night that I was in a bar with Tina and we got very drunk. Then we placed a bet. Which on of us was going to be the first one to get a stranger to fuck her, for money.”

“Did you win?”

“Of course I did! I got that night 100 from the guy and 100 more from Tina!”

“Only 100 from the guy? It doesn’t sound much to me!”

“I believe it was a descent sum of money. I just gave him a blowjob.”

“This doesn’t count! You didn’t fuck the guy. Besides you were very drunk. Being a whore means that you fuck willingly with guys.”

“Come on, nephew! Don’t force me to tell you things that I shouldn’t!”

“What do you mean?”

“You know that I left my parents’ house when I was very young, don’t you?”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Well, I did! I wanted to be independent, so I went to live in the city.”

“You were very brave!”

“I was very stupid, actually. I found myself in a big city, where there was none to help me. I had no education, I didn’t know anything to do, in order to get money and I was penniless. So…”

“So, what?”

“I was forced to fuck for money.”

“Did you really do it?”

“It was the fastest and easiest way to get good cash.”

“Did you do it for long time?”

“For half a year. I managed to collect enough money in order to study in the nurse school. Then I came back here and I started to work in the hospital.”

“So you are a whore!”

“No! I have been fucking for money, long ago. I don’t do that anymore!”

“Still, you have been a whore.”

“Yes, technically I have. But that was long ago.”

“Do you mean that you haven’t been doing it, never ever, after that?”

“Occasionally there have been some patients that give me small “gifts” in order to offer them some…special services. But this doesn’t count.”

“Have you been fucking the patients in the hospital, for money?”

“NO! I have been giving only handjobs and blowjobs. I have never fucked anyone.”

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“I do it always when I am on the nightshift. Then I am alone in the whole department. I am very careful. We do need the money, son. You said it yourself too.”

“We do, indeed!”

“I hope that you don’t think less of me now.”

“Not at all!”

“So, what do you say? Am I good enough for you and your friends?”

“After all these that you told me, there shouldn’t be a problem.”

“So, tell me, what do you expect from me?”

“We want you to be very tender and polite and to fulfil all our dreams and expectations. You also have to be very patient with us. At the same time you should be very wild and to encourage us. Also, you should be creative. You are the experienced one. You must find ways to make us feel pleased and to get us horny. As you understand, we all expect to cum many times.”

“Do your friends have any specific fantasies? I am sure that you know, if they do. You, guys, talk to each other about these matters.”

“Indeed we have fantasies! We all love the slutty outlook. I have some magazines in my room. I can show you later how we would like your outfit to be. All the guys want to have anal sex too. You’ll have to give quite many blowjobs, for sure.”

“I’m specified on that. It is not a problem. I can suck you all, all night long, if I have to.”

“I don’t think that you’ll have to do it but it’s good to know, anyway. By the way do you swallow?”

“Of course!”

“Great! Two guys are interested in slapping your ass. Possibly your face too.”

“I see. I can accept that too.”

“One guy loves domination and humiliation.”

“No problem. I can deal with that too.”

“We all adore dirty talking. You must talk very dirty. Especially when you talk about yourself.”

“Of course! You want to degrade me.”

“Yes, I believe we do want that to happen.”

“It’s normal! Men love pendik escort to believe that they are the masters. No problem. I have experience of that too. Do you wish me to do erotic dancing or to perform strip-tease?”

“As a matter of fact we didn’t talk about that but it sounds nice to me. I’ll ask the guys and I’ll let you know.”

“Please do! I want you to have the perfect night. After all, it happens once in a lifetime to finish school. We have to make this a night-to-remember.”

“Thank you, aunt! You are very sweet.”

“Anything for my lovely boy! What else?”

“Drinks of course. I mean alcohol.”

“Sure! That is a must. Cigars too, I assume!”

“Of course! By the way, one more think came to my mind…”

“What is it? Tell me, don’t hesitate!”

“Well, the thing is…one guy would like to experience…watersports.”

“Do you mean that he wants to piss on me?”

“In fact, he wants you to piss on him. On his body and face and even in his mouth.”

“That is easy. I can have a couple of beers and piss will flow just like that. Done!”

“But…what if…”

“What if…?”

“If the other guys see it and they want too?”

“I can piss on them too.”

“That was not exactly what I had in my mind.”

“Do you mean if THEY want to piss on me?”

“Yes! What then?”

“I’ll let them do it, darling. Where is the problem?”

“I don’t know! You tell me. It may happen that they want to piss on you, all of them…All of US, I should say…”

“Hahahahahah! Don’t be shy, baby! If you feel like pissing on me, then I’ll be your toilet. You can piss on me, all of you. You can even give me a piss-bath, if you desire. I’ll lay on the floor and you can empty your bladders all over my body, as many times as you wish. I am sure that it will happen more than once. There will be plenty of beer, for you to drink.”

“What if…?”

“I can even drink your piss. You are all young and healthy. There is no risk. Don’t worry! Do you have any other wishes? Anything kinky?”

“Kinky? I guess pissing is kinky enough, isn’t it! What do you mean by saying “kinky”, aunt?”

“Do you want to stick things in my holes, like cucumbers and carrots?”

“That didn’t occur to our minds. I’ll ask!”

“Do it! Do you want to watch me masturbate with dildos or me to stick things in my holes? Do you want to tie me? Do you want to pour hot wax on me? Do you wish me to be on hands and knees and pretend to be your bitch? You can force me to eat from your hands and make me lick them then. I could also lick your feet and your assholes, if you want.”

“Wow! I must say that you are really wild, aunt!”

“Experience talks, baby!”

“Do you have more ideas like these?”

“Plenty!”

“Aunt, no matter what you say, I believe that you are a very filthy whore!”

“I guess this is not a problem though, is it?”

“On the contrary, it is wonderful! The guys will be thrilled!”

“I do hope so, sincerely. So, should we put all these in the “show”? What do you think?”

“We definitely have to do it! Are you sure you can manage with 5 guys, though? “

“I am 100% sure! I have been dealing with many more. Once I fucked with 27 guys. All of them together.”

” 27???!!”

“Yes. That is my record, so far. That is, given that we talk about fucking, because I have been giving 34 blowjobs in one night, in the hospital.”

“How the heck did you get to suck so many cocks?”

“It is very simple actually. The department was full. People talk, you know. All men in town know about the “horny harlot”- that is my nickname. Guys pretend to be ill and they come to the hospital for a couple of nights. Our department is usually full. All men know that they’ll get the best treatment during the night, when I am in the shift.”

“Something that happens very often. Too often actually!”

“Indeed. It is convenient for everyone. The rest of the nurses don’t like the nightshift. I adore it. I get more money from my legal job and then I have my extra gifts. And our clients love it. The doctors are happy to have patients. The hospital director is also pleased that our department is all the time full. We are all satisfied! “

“But…since everybody knows about you, “horny harlot”…”

“…oh dear! sounds so great to hear you calling me with my nickname!”

“Did you really like it?! Did you like it that I called you horny maltepe escort harlot?”

“Very much! Please call me like that from now on. You can tell to your friends that they can call me too “horny harlot”. Or “harlot aunt”. Or simply “harlot”. That word is so poetic! Makes me shiver!”

“As you wish “harlot aunt”. What I was trying to say though, is that, since everybody knows about you, how come you still have a job?”

“I fuck everybody baby! The director, the doctors, everybody! I have been fucking all men who work in the hospital. Some women too. They all know but none talks.”

“Not even the patients?”

“Of course not! Why should they do it? There’s none better and , at the same time, cheaper than me.”

“How much do you charge? 50?”

“No, no, darling! They are poor people all. I charge 5 for blowjob and 5 more if they want me to drink their piss. You see, after ejaculating, men usually have a need to pee. The older they get, the more urgent the need gets. It’s the prostate, you see. So, they want relief immediately.”

“Are you telling me that you have been drinking the piss of so many men, all these years?”

“Yes, I have! I usually do it with everyone who pays, except from those who suffer from urinary tract infection. Then it is dangerous.”

“You really are a “harlot aunt”!”

“Than you, love! I am really very flattered to hear you say that.”

“You are welcome! It is the truth actually!”

“I know, baby! Let me finish please. So 5 for blowjob and 5 for drinking their piss. I also charge 5 more if they want to touch my breasts or my ass or my cunt. That is 5 each. If someone wants to touch my cunt AND my ass, he gives me 10. Occasionally there are guys who love to lick cunt. That is 5 too. If they want 69, I charge them only 5 again, for the blowjob and licking my cunt is for free. Piss drinking is paid extra, though. If they want that too, they have to give 5 extra.”

“What if they want to fuck?”

“This can’t happen! It is prohibited to fuck with patients. Only the stuff can get a fuck.”

“Have you ever been participating in gangbang?”

“Do you mean in the hospital?”

“Yes.”

“Quite often actually. At least once every week.”

“What? That is insane!”

“Why, love? We take care of patients, they sleep and we have nothing else to do then. Which is the best way to stay awaken and alert? We have sex.”

“Do you mean that you have sex every time when you are in the nightshift?”

“Yes, I do mean that exactly!”

“Don’t tell me that you have also during the daytime!”

“Never! Only in the nights.”

“Do the doctors pay you too?”

“Only if they want. They do it occasionally, because they know that in that case I can’t say “no” to anything they ask from me.”

“So, they treat you like a real wh…”harlot”, isn’t so?”

“Yes! Oh! It sounds so nice to hear that word coming from your lips, especially when I know that you refer to me. You do love me a lot, my dearest boy!”

“I sure do! Tell me…how kinky are the doctors?”

“Very kinky! Every time when they pay, they are very demanding. Of course they give much more money.”

“How much?”

“Simple service is 100 and special 500.”

“So, you have been fucking for a long time, for money!”

“Not really. Doctors love their money, so they don’t usually pay. Besides, they get a fuck for free anyway.”

“What is the difference between simple and special service?”

“There is list of things that I’ll do, when the service is simple. It is kinkier than normal, of course.”

“Is the list, for special treatment, much longer?”

“No! For special treatment, very simply, there is no list.”

“What does this mean?”

“It means that everything and anything goes! I’ll do whatever they ask.”

“Whatever? No matter how kinky or disgusting?”

“Absolutely anything! There are no limits. Actually, no. There is one restriction. I won’t put myself in danger. That is, serious wounds or death are excluded.”

“What about small ones?”

“It’s ok!”

“Let me ask you, “harlot aunt”, do you like all that, or is it just for the money that you do it?”

“To be perfectly frank, I love it! I adore both being a nurse and being a harlot!”

“So, if I ask you again : “are you a whore?” , what will your answer be?”

“I told you I am not a whore!”

“Are you a harlot?”

“Oh yesssss! I am the biggest harlot in the whole country baby!”

“Great! I am very glad that we agree on that!”

“We do agree for sure! Now, since we made that clear, would you mind taking your cock out of your shorts? I can see that it is very hard and I am very thirsty for cum.”

“Gladly! But first I have to piss!”

“No problem! I’ll be gladly your toilet and I’ll drink it all!”

I wanted to see what would happen if I continued this storyline, and this is what I came up with.

This piece is in the spirit of the Greenleaf Classics line of books, which I have been a fan of for years. I have most of the catalog, especially my favorite authors.

All characters are over 18, or the legal age of the jurisdiction the reader is masturbating in.

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Another Wednesday Night

Chapter Two

A couple of days later, Sarah was out running some errands when she saw Jimmy Davidson, Helen’s son, walking down the street. She couldn’t help but grin as a wicked thought ran through her mind.

I should fuck him. That bitch Helen has been fucking Billy since a few weeks after his eighteenth birthday, so it’s only fair that I get to fuck Jimmy at least once, she thought. Jimmy is eighteen too, so he’s legal, and fair game.

Before she could reconsider, she whipped the car over to the side of the road and came to a stop just ahead of him. Rolling down the window, she leaned over, calling to him as he walk by.

“Jimmy! Jimmy Davidson! Hi, I’m Sarah Colson. I know your mother, Helen.” She said, leaning over so he could see down her low cut top. “Can I talk to you for a minute? It’s kind of important.”

Jimmy looked at her for a moment, then shrugged and got in the car. She knew his mother, and he didn’t think she wanted to beat him up, so he didn’t think anything was strange about her request.

“So uh…what’s so important that you couldn’t wait for me to get home to talk to me?” He asked, letting his eyes roam over her body.

“Well, it’s really kind of embarrassing, and I’d rather we talked somewhere else.” She said, putting the car in gear and pulling into traffic. “My house is just up the street. We can talk there without being disturbed.”

“Okay, that’s fine with me.” Jimmy muttered.

Sarah glanced over at him as she drove, and she thought she saw a good sized bulge in his jeans before he shifted in the seat, then crossed his legs.

It took less than five minutes to get to her house, and she ushered him inside quickly, leading him into the living room. Sitting down on the sofa, she patted the spot beside her, smiling up at him.

“So uh…what did you want to talk to me about?” Jimmy asked as he sat down. He crossed his legs again, and Sarah still wasn’t able to see what kind of package he was packing.

“Well, as I said, it’s rather embarrassing.” Sarah said, moving closer, and laying her hand on his leg. “You know my son Billy don’t you? I think you’re in the same grade.”

“Yeah, I have a couple of classes with him.” Jimmy told her. “We don’t hang out or anything. He comes by the house sometimes and does things for my mom.”

Sarah smiled inwardly as she realized Jimmy had just given her the perfect way to begin seducing him.

“Really? You’ve seen him at your house, and you didn’t ask him what he was doing there?”

“No, my mom just said that he had comes by to stuff for her…”

Sarah shook her head, looking down for a moment, then back up at Jimmy.

“I’m sorry that I’m the one that has to tell you this.” She said slowly, giving him her most comforting, motherly look. “But he wasn’t there doing things for her honey, he was doing things to her. Sexual things.”

Jimmy leapt to his feet, glaring at her angrily.

“That little asshole!” He shouted as he started to turn for the door. “I’m gonna track his ass down and beat the shit out of him!”

“Jimmy wait!” Sarah said, getting up and grabbing his arm. “Listen to me. It wasn’t his fault. Your mother seduced him.”

“You’re lying!” Jimmy grumbled, still glaring at her.

“It’s the truth Jimmy. I just found out a few days ago myself.” Sarah told him. She led him back over to the sofa, sitting down beside him again before she continued. “I can understand why she would do something like that though. Billy is special, he’s not like other boys.”

“Yeah, what’s so special about him?” Jimmy asked, not looking at her.

“Well, the only way I can put it without being crude is that he’s very well endowed.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jimmy asked, glancing at her. “Is he a genius or something?”

“No dear.” Sarah said, laughing softly. “It means that he has an extremely large penis. He’s much, much bigger than average in that department. Some women, especially older women in need of companionship, like your mother, well, they find that to be a desirable trait.”

“So you’re saying that my mom fucked Billy because he has a big dick?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying honey.” Sarah told him soothingly, running her hand up and down his leg. “Your mom has been alone for a long time, and I can understand, even if I don’t like it, how she’d find a handsome young man with a really big cock difficult to resist.”

“So uh…do all older women…the ones that aren’t married, do they like young guys with big cocks?” Jimmy asked her.

“It depends on the woman.” Sarah said seriously. “I mean, size isn’t everything, maltepe escort but it does add that special something to a man’s attractiveness.”

“And do uh…do you like big cocks?” Jimmy asked, shifting on the couch and turning toward her.

“To be honest, I love big cocks Jimmy.” Sarah said, smiling as she moved her hand higher on his leg. “There’s nothing like having a big fat cock stretching your pussy till it feels like its going to split you in two…”

She sighed, shaking her head.

“My husband had a really huge cock. I mean, it was enormous, so I guess that’s where Billy get’s his.” She said, sliding over so her leg pressed against his. “But it’s been so long since he passed away, that I barely remember what it feels like to have a really big, hard cock pounding my pussy until I beg for mercy.”

“I uh…I think I might be able to help you with that.” Jimmy said softly, his face flushing a deep red.

“Really, do you know someone that…”

“I uh…I think the best thing to do would be to just show you.” Jimmy said, getting to his feet.

Standing in front of her, he opened his jeans and eased the zipper down, then reached in and hauled out an enormous hunk of cock meat. It was only half hard, but it looked like it was every bit as big as Billy’s!

Sarah’s mouth dropped open when she saw it, and she couldn’t help thinking that that stupid bitch Helen had this monster living in her house and she never took advantage of it.

“Is this what you…uh I mean…older women like?” Jimmy asked, standing in front of her with his cock hanging out, obviously confused by the situation. “All the girls I’ve gone out with are scared of it when they see it. A few of them have touched it, one of them even sucked on it a little, but none of them would let me fuck them.”

“Oh yes, that is exactly what we like.” Sarah purred, getting to her feet. “And don’t pay any attention to what those silly little girls had to say. But let me make sure I understand what you just said. Are you telling me that you’re a virgin?”

“Uh…yeah. I uh…I’ve never really…you know…done it…”

“That’s okay Jimmy.” Sarah said as she stepped up beside him. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she grinned as she turned and headed for her bedroom. “Follow me sweetie, I’m gonna show you why having a big dick is a good thing, and teach you how to use it right.”

Jimmy follow close behind her as she led him to her bedroom, never releasing her grip on his cock.

(-)

“Let’s get these pants off of you so I can get a better look at that big, beautiful cock of yours, shall we.” Sarah laughed as she stopped beside her kingsized bed. She pushed Jimmy backwards, making him fall onto his back on the bed as she dropped to her knees between his legs.

Lifting one foot, she slipped his shoe off, then did the other one. Grabbing the cuffs of his pants, she started tugging them down as she smiled up at him.

Jimmy helped her by lifting his hips and pushing his pants down, and in moments, Sarah was pulling them off over his feet and tossing them over her shoulder.

“You said one of those girls you went out with sucked your cock for you.” Sarah said with a sly smile as she pushed his legs wider apart and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cockstalk. She cupped his balls in one hand while she stroked her other hand lazily up and down over the length of his cock. “Did she make you cum when she sucked on it, or did she just tease you?”

“She tried to suck it, but she couldn’t even get the head in her mouth so she gave up.” She mumbled, staring down at her as she stroked his cock with a slow, steady motion. “She didn’t leave me hanging like the rest of them though, she licked and kissed all over it while I jerked off. She even took some of my cum in her mouth.”

“Oh my, she sounds like a keeper.” Sarah laughed, getting to her feet. She undressed quickly, then lifted his legs and turned him on the bed. She motioned for him to slide over as she climbed up behind him. “Do you still go out with her?”

“Yeah.” He muttered as he watched her get settled between his legs and wrap her hands around his cock again. Even with both her hands wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock, almost half of it still showed over her hands. “She likes to play with my cock…you know…jerking and rubbing on it. She likes to make me cum so she can watch all the jizz shoot out.”

“Mmmmmm, I’ll tell you what sweetie, if you let me use this big beautiful cock of yours for a few weeks, maybe I’ll let you bring her over sometime and we can teach her how to really please this big ol’ dick of yours.” Sarah said, dipping her head and planting a sloppy wet kiss on the head of his cock. “What do you think of that?”

“Yo…you want to fuck me…I mean more…after today?” Jimmy grunted, staring at her in disbelief.

“Hell yes!” Sarah laughed, dropping her head and engulfing the swollen knob of his cock between her lips. Twisting manavgat escort her head, she bobbed up and down on his cock, taking the head and first couple of inches into her mouth.

Jimmy groaned, and his eyes rolled up in his head as she sucked his cock teasingly. He groaned again as she let his cock slip slowly from between her lips.

“I told you…women like me…older, lonely, horny women…we love young studs with big cocks like you.” She said lightly as she let a string of saliva drool from her mouth onto his cockhead. She massaged her spit into his cockshaft as she looked up at him. “There’s lots of us out there, just waiting to find some young guy with a huge cock that can fuck all night, and still want a blowjob before he leaves in the morning.”

“Jesusfuckinkrist.” He muttered as she smiled up at him from between his legs.

“So tell me Jimmy.” Sarah purred, giving him her most passionate gaze. “What do you want me to do first, suck this big fat cock of yours until you empty your balls down my throat…or would you like me slide this big hard cock in my tight little pussy and let you dump your load there? We really need to pop that pesky cherry and make you a man.”

“Pu…pussy…I want to put it in your pussy first.” He said so softly she could barely hear him.

“Pussy it is.” Sarah laughed, letting go of his cock and climbing over his leg. Stretching out on her back, she spread her legs wide apart and got her ass in a good humping position, then grinned to him. “Get up on your knees between my legs sweetie, and I’ll show you what to do.”

Sarah watched as the boy got up on his knees and skittered over until he was kneeling between her legs, the rigid stalk of his cock sticking out in front of him.

“Okay Jimmy, pay attention, because you’re going to have to do this yourself the next time.” She said as she wrapped her hand around his cock just behind the swollen knob. She drew it down until it was lined up with the opening of her pussy, then looked up at him.

“Wrap your hand around your cock, about halfway up the shaft.” She said, watching as he followed her instructions. “Good, now push your hips forward a little while you move the head of your cock up and down between my pussylips.”

She moaned as he did as she told him, marveling at how good the blunt knob of his cock felt grinding between her juice slickened pussylips. She let him hump against her for a few moments, then used her fingers to guide him to her opening and draw him forward.

“Are you ready to put it in me Jimmy?” She asked, keeping her hand on his cock to hold him in place. “My pussy is really wet, and wants to feel your cock inside it. All you have to do is put it in. Just push forward with your hips sweetie, and it will go right in.”

Jimmy stared between her legs where his cockhead was nestled between the puffy lips of her pussy. He watched spellbound, groaning deep in his throat as he pushed his hips forward and the fat knob of his cock slid slowly into her pussy.

“That’s perfect sweetie, just keep pushing.” Sarah panted as she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him forward slowly.

Jimmy gasped as his cockhead bulled through the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance to her pussy, moaning as he felt the warm wet walls of her cunt chute enveloping the head of his cock.

“Don’t pull it out baby, keep pushing, short in and out strokes.” Sarah whispered as she pumped her legs, humping her ass up off the bed at the same time. “Drop down and support yourself on your hands or your forearms, you’ll be more comfortable.”

Jimmy let his upper body fall forward, catching himself on his hands so he was in a pushup position over her. He kept pushing his cock slowly into her juice soaked cunt, pulling back a little, then easing back in.

“Does it feel good sweetie? Does my tight, juicy little pussy feel good around that fat cock of yours?” Sarah asked, reaching up and putting her arms around him, pulling him down on top of her.

Jimmy nodded into her neck, and Sarah started moving him faster over her.

“Push it all the way in now Jimmy. Slide that fat fucking cock up inside me.” She panted in his ear. “I want to feel all of it in me…filling me up before you start fucking me with it.”

Jimmy groaned as he eased his hips forward slowly, feeding the full length of his cock into the tightly clasping heat of her cunt.

“Oh yeah…that’s what mama likes…that what mama needs.” Sarah moaned, hooking her heels under his asscheeks and pumping slowly. “I love the way your cock feels inside me Jimmy. It’s so long and fat…it fills me up so good. Now fuck me, move your ass up and down and fuck me…start slow, but do it faster and harder as you go.”

Jimmy nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He drew his cock out slowly, stopping when he felt her heels dig into his asscheeks, then slid it back in slowly. The motion felt so natural that he did it again, a little faster, then let his hips şişli escort just move as they wanted.

“Mmmmmm, that’s nice Jimmy, you’re doing it just right baby.” Sarah whispered. “Do it faster now, keep sticking it in as far as you can, but pull out a little more on the backstroke. Feed me more of your cock with longer strokes.”

“Jesus…your pussy feels so good around my cock…it’s so hot and wet inside…” Jimmy grunted, pulling his cock halfway out, then pumping it back in. He started moving his hips faster, pulling out little more on each stroke.

“That’s because your big dick turns me on so much.” Sarah laughed. “But with most women, like your little girlfriend, you’ll need to help them get ready to take your big cock.”

“Ho…how do I do that?” Jimmy panted, raising up on his forearms over her. He spread his legs a little wider as he started fucking her faster.

“There’s lots of ways to get a woman excited sweetie.” Sarah purred, humping up to meet his strokes. “You can use your fingers to tease her pussy and her clit, but the best and fastest way is going to be with your mouth. You’re going to have to learn to love eating pussy baby, cuz a cock like yours will tear a pussy apart if it’s not ready for you.”

“Wi…will you te…teach me how to eat pussy, Mrs. Colson?” Jimmy gasped. He was fucking into the clasping wet heat of her cunt in a steady rhythm now, feeling more confident with each passing moment.

“Oh, you’re going to spend hours licking and sucking my pussy sweetie.” Sarah laughed. “I’m looking forward to feeling your mouth and tongue on my juicy little cunt.”

She grinned as an evil thought struck her.

“You’re fucking me so good now Jimmy. It feels like you’ve been doing this for years.” Sarah said, drawing him down on top of her again. “But do it harder and faster now baby. Really pound your cock into my cunt. I want you to just fuck the shit out of me now and shoot a big load of cum in my hot little cunt.”

Jimmy’s ass jerked forward and he slammed his cock balls deep inside her, then pulled out quickly and did it again. His ass went on autopilot as he started fucking her with furious tip to root lunges, grunting and whimpering as he buried his face against her neck.

“That’s good Jimmy, keep fucking me like that.” Sarah groaned as she humped her ass up to meet his frantic strokes. “Your cock feels so good fucking me like this…almost as good as my son Billy’s.”

Jimmy’s ass jerked forward when he heard that, and he started fucking her even faster. His ass was a blur now as he pounded his cock frantically into the clasping wet depths of her cunt chute.

“Does that excite you Jimmy, knowing that my own son fucks me…” Sarah asked as she felt his cock throbbing powerfully as he fucked her. “Or are you thinking about doing this to…”

“Ohgod! fuck me Mom.” Jimmy groaned as he slammed his cock balls deep into Sarah’s pussy, the first fiery jets of jizz erupting from his piss slit. Sticky spurts of spunk spewed from his cockhead as he fucked her roughly, his cock beating a feverish tattoo against the gnarled knot of her cervix.

“Yeeesssss! Fuck your mother Jimmy. Give mommy every inch of that fat fucking cock and just fuck the shit out of her!” Sarah screamed, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him and fucking back at him eagerly. “Mommy loves her baby’s big cock…and wants to feel it in her pussy as much as she can. Promise me you’ll give mommy your big cock when she needs it! Promise me you’ll fuck mommy just like you are now!”

“I promise Mom…I’ll fuck you whenever you want!” Jimmy groaned as his orgasm peaked. His cock was still spraying out gooey wads of jizz, filling Sarah’s pussy and dripping out, running down the crack of her ass to form a puddle on the bed.

“Look at me Jimmy!” Sarah said, lifting him off of her body and taking his face in her hands.

“You want to fuck your mother, don’t you Jimmy? You’ve wanted to fuck her for a long time now, haven’t you?” She asked.

“Ye…yes.” He said, blushing furiously, his cock still throbbing wildly inside her.

“She wants it too sweetie. That’s why she’s fucking my son Billy, because she doesn’t know that your cock is just as big as his.” Sarah said, grinning up at him. “Your mother loves big cocks just as much as I do, and I bet if you showed her yours, she’ll want to fuck you too!”

“Do you really think so?” Jimmy asked, staring down at her.

“I know so. But I think I can give you a little help. Get off of me, and let me get my phone.”

Jimmy let his cock slip slowly from the clasping sheath of her pussy and sat up on the bed, watching as Sarah grabbed her phone off the nightstand and dialed a number.

“Hey sweetie, where are you right now.” She asked when the phone was answered.

“I’m at Helen Davidson’s house. I’m about to go in.” Billy replied.

“Good, good…but listen to me. You can go in, maybe fool around a little, get her all hot and bothered…but don’t fuck her. No matter what happens, you cannot fuck her. Do you understand me?”

“Are you fucking kidding me Mom?” Billy whined. “I’m at the fucking door, and my cock is hard as a rock! I’ll get blue balls if I don’t dump a load soon!”

“Then go in, fool around with her for a few minutes, then come home and fuck me.” Sarah laughed. “I’ll be naked, wet and ready when you get here.”

This was originally issued in my previous name of New Forester. Now re-issued under my new name of Rockycoveboy. Enjoy!!

Annabelle was 18

Annabelle was 18, precocious, obnoxious, and as sexy as hell.

She had been adopted at 6 months old by a rich couple in their late 30s, and now the couple were approaching 60, Annabelle was flowering and becoming aware of her feminine charms. She had wanted for nothing during her young life, been privately educated, and was now taking a year off before she went to University.

‘Mummy’ and ‘Daddy’ lived with Annabelle on the Devon coast in a beautiful house overlooking the sea and, having been reasonably successful at school, she played on ‘Daddy’s’ soft heartedness and his cheque book to get whatever she wanted. But as they grew older, her parents were slowing down a bit and finding it difficult to keep up with Annabelle’s search for adventure.

Her breasts had developed at an early age, and now the 5’6 tall girl sported a wonderful pair of 38DD tits on her slim frame. Her legs were long, her bottom tight and hard, she was fit from all the sport played at the private school, particularly tennis, and because she wore her mousy coloured hair long, sometimes in a pony tail, she was never short of admirers when she was out on her own or with girl friends.

She had discovered make-up two or three years previously, and Mummy always gave in to the requests for visits to Boots the chemist to stock up on the latest mascara, lipsticks, powders etc etc, to enhance the dark brown eyes, the full lips and the high cheek bones. The need for clothes also made up an important part of Annabelle’s life, and if she wasn’t being entertained by Mummy and Daddy, then she spent most of her free time walking round the local boutiques in the nearest town, buying the latest fashions with the generous monthly allowance that Daddy gave her.

These fashions were very often frowned upon by Mummy and Daddy because of their miniscule size and raunchiness, but they doted on and spoilt the girl so much that they always laughed off their objections, not wanting to upset their little cherub. Annabelle had a king size bedroom of her own, complete with large dressing table and mirrors, double bed, and sufficient wardrobe space for all her clothes and shoes, and she spent hours in front of the mirror, looking at herself and posing, pretending she was a super model who walked the famous cat walks in Milan, New York and Paris.

Annabelle’s parents, although loving and very generous, obviously liked to keep an eye on their only child, knowing the temptations facing a horny, attractive teenager, and they were very strict about her time keeping and where she went and with whom, and because of this, the attractive school girl had found it very difficult to discover the delights of the opposite sex. She had only managed to fumble with a boy on one occasion, when she was given a lift home from a tennis tournament some time ago. He was a nice lad and Annabelle, naïve and eager, had allowed him to grope her in his sports car after they had driven up onto the cliffs one evening.

Having her panties pushed to one side and feeling masculine fingers explore her was wonderful, a totally new feeling for her, and she even let the boy push her skirt up and get between her legs after he had put a rubber condom on, but it had been a disaster. He had pushed into her and started to jerk back and forth but it was all over inside a minute, and Annabelle had got no satisfaction at all. You could say that she was no longer a virgin, that a boy had fucked her, but she knew there was more than this to sex!

To lie back uncomfortably in a car, legs open while some spotty incompetent got his brief satisfaction was not the ideal way to start your sex life, so Annabelle put it down to experience, but it was a start. Opportunities for more excitement were few and far between, but she continued to enjoy the benefits of rich parents and she did love her Mummy and Daddy.

Her great love was tennis, mainly because the house had a grass court in the grounds, and many a Sunday afternoon was spent playing the game in the hot sun, either with her parents or girlfriends that had been invited over for tea. But then it was up to her lovely bedroom for Annabelle, to look out over the sea and set her imagination running wild again. The latest mini dress and high heels would be put on, or tight shorts and boob tube, and she would watch herself in the mirror again, admiring her long, shapely legs, her big, firm breasts and her soft hair which she would brush endlessly.

Her desires were such now that she had discovered the joys of playing with herself, and after her first experience of a shattering orgasm while laying alone on her huge bed, Annabelle’s imagination had started to run amok and very often she would bring herself to a climax like this two or three times a day.

But then a sudden offer from Mummy was to change her life.

‘My cousin Debbie and her husband Chuck are over şişli escort from the States for two weeks and have invited you up to stay with them, Annabelle. They’ve rented a house in Wimbledon because the tennis is on there and they know how you like tennis. What about it, Annabelle?’ Annabelle almost jumped with glee.

‘Oh Mummy, I’d love to, but I hardly know them. I can’t even remember what they look like.’ Debbie had gone to the US when Annabelle was only a year old, she had married Chuck, a real estate manager, and this was their first time back in the UK.

‘Don’t worry, darling,’ said Mummy, ‘they are lovely people, and you can watch the tennis with them, and I’m sure they’ll take you out and show you London.’

So, Annabelle travelled up by train and was met at Wimbledon tube station by both Debbie and Chuck. She had packed lots of her nice clothes and nearly every piece of make-up she had and, of course, Daddy had given her a wad full of his endless money for the two weeks. Debbie and Chuck were in their early forties, both very attractive, and the house they had rented was wonderful. Again, Annabelle had a double bedroom, there was a huge garden, and the walk to the All England tennis courts was less than ten minutes away. They all seemed to get along well, and Annabelle enjoyed being away from Mummy and Daddy for a while, particularly as the American couple were that much younger and seemed to have a bit more energy than her parents.

Somehow, they managed to get tickets to see the first two days play of tennis, and Annabelle made sure she dressed in a different outfit each day to go to the courts. She always sat between Chuck and Debbie and she always knew that her attire drew attention from those around her. Debbie encouraged her to look glamorous, and both she and Chuck were quick to pay the teenager compliments.

‘My, Annabelle, that looks really sexy today, doesn’t it, Chuck? Where do you get those outfits from?’ asked Debbie. Annabelle had on a little, short white skirt, very tight round her slim waist and a purple paisley blouse that accentuated her firm, young breasts. The high heels showed off her bare legs as they walked to the courts, and Chuck and his wife couldn’t help notice the wonderful thighs on their young guest as they sat and enjoyed another afternoon of tennis.

‘I tell you what, Annabelle. We don’t have tickets for tomorrow’s tennis, so why don’t Chuck and I take you to the boutiques on the King’s Road in Chelsea tomorrow, and you could choose some clothes that you like. It would be our treat as we haven’t seen you for years and years, since you were a tiny baby, and then in the evening we could go to the West End and have a meal in a nice restaurant. How does that grab you?’ and Debbie laughed, knowing that Annabelle would really jump at the chance.

‘Do you mean that, Debbie? Oh, goodness, that would be lovely, oh thankyou, thankyou,’ and she leaned over and gave Debbie a big hug and kiss, and went back to the Wimbledon home really looking forward to her first ever visit to London’s West End.

Annabelle had quickly got to like her American hosts, mainly because they were very attentive, and were always complimenting her, either on her outfits or the way her face was made up, or the way she had put her hair in the pony tail. They were quite open about giving her a cuddle when they were laughing or talking about her, and Annabelle could not get enough of the attention and praise, nor was she embarrassed about walking about the house in just her shorts and a skimpy tee shirt.

She also found it easier to talk to Debbie and Chuck than she did with her parents, and she was able to tell them that she had no boyfriend at the time, but that she was in no hurry to get a steady partner, and just wanted to enjoy herself for the time being.

‘That’s right Annabelle,’ replied Debbie. ‘Don’t be in a hurry to settle down. You’re such a beautiful young lady, I’m sure you’ll have loads of boyfriends and young men queuing at your door,’ and again Debbie put her arm round Annabelle’s shoulders and squeezed the young body to her. ‘Isn’t that right, Chuck? She’ll have no worries in that department, will she?’

‘No worries at all,’ agreed Chuck. ‘I think she’s one hell of a sexy young woman, and it’s a pity I’m married and that you’re here, Debbie,’ and the three of them laughed as they gently teased the shapely teenager.

The following day was just as warm and sunny, and the three of them went for a long walk in the morning on Wimbledon Common for an hour or so. It was slow and leisurely before they got ready for the trip into London, and Annabelle was so excited.

‘What should I wear, Debbie, to visit the capital. I’ve never been there before.’

‘Oh my goodness, Annabelle. It’s full of trendy people, who all look smart and chic, especially down the King’s Road. And don’t forget we’re going for a meal later, so we’ll have to wear something really sexy and alluring, tuzla escort won’t we, Chuck?’

‘Absolutely. If this is your first time, Annabelle, you want to look really good, don’t you? Why don’t you have a look at Annabelle’s outfits with her, and help her choose, Debbie? Is that a good idea?’

‘Would you mind, Annabelle? If I gave you a hand in picking something to wear?’ smiled Debbie. Annabelle jumped at the chance.

Back at the house, the two women were soon rummaging through the clothes and shoes that the young girl had brought on her visit. There were lots of skirts and shirts, dresses and shorts, but Debbie soon plucked a dress from the wardrobe and held it up.

‘There, Annabelle. This looks fantastic. Just right. Try it on for me, will you?’ While Debbie held the dress, Annabelle slipped off her shorts and tee shirt, and she was standing now in just a little black bra and tiny panties.

‘Oh Annabelle, don’t you have a glorious figure,’ enthused the older woman. ‘Your skin is beautiful, so slim and shapely. I didn’t realise how attractive you were,’ and she ran her hand through the long hair and down Annabelle’s shoulder and down to her waist. ‘Turn round. I bet you have a beautiful bottom and legs.’ Annabelle, gloating with more praise, turned round so Debbie could admire the back of her body. Once again, she felt the soft hand run from her neck, down her straight back and then caress her shapely, firm bottom, and then the fingers touched the top of her thigh. It sent shivers down Annabelle’s spine.

‘My goodness, you have a glorious figure, Annabelle. This dress is going to look fabulous on that beautiful body. Come on, let’s get it on.’ Annabelle blushed.

‘Mummy doesn’t like me to wear this out, she says it’s too revealing for a young girl like me. Do you think it’s too revealing?’

‘Nonsense, it’s beautiful and it’ll look really good you on. You have the figure for it, Annabelle! Now, let’s slip it on.’ The dress was a soft pink colour with tiny flowers dotted about on the thin fabric, but it was very, very short on the schoolgirl’s long legs. It was also halter-neck, only just sliding over Annabelle’s big breasts before tapering away to tie in a little bow behind the neck.

‘You can’t wear a bra with this beautiful dress, Annabelle, it will spoil the cut and be visible underneath. Also, have you got a thong, as you don’t want any visible pantie lines showing do you?’ Although nervous at what she was about to do, Annabelle was also excited that Debbie was encouraging her to wear something really risqué and sexy out in public, something she had wanted to do for a long time, but never been allowed to. She allowed Debbie to slip off her bra and gently tie the halter neck round her neck again, and immediately, Annabelle could feel her nipples pushing against the thin material of the dress. God, she felt embarrassed but thrilled and horny straight away.

She found a little thong in her case, and Debbie was able to see the soft, light, downy hair around Annabelle’s vagina as the girl slipped off her panties and pulled up the miniscule white thong.

‘There, that looks really chic and sexy now. You look really like a model now, going out for a day in the city. All you want is some matching shoes and you’re all ready aren’t you?’ smiled Debbie. Annabelle had some matching pink shoes, open toed and high heeled and when she slipped them on, she looked fabulous, and she was too excited to care when Debbie slipped her arms round her waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek, running her fingers through her hair once more.

‘That’s beautiful, Annabelle. Let’s go down to show Chuck and then we’ll call a taxi.’

After Chuck had thrown more compliments Annabelle’s way, and they had made her give a twirl in her revealing outfit, the taxi quickly took them over the Thames and they were soon in Chelsea. Annabelle admired the huge buildings in the capital, watching all the shoppers milling about on the streets, and in the cafes, and when the three alighted from the cab, she didn’t feel too self-conscious about her attire. Many of the shoppers in the King’s Road were wearing crazy outfits, some way out, and some very smart and sexy, and the girl from the West Country soon felt at ease as she wandered along the street.

She occasionally saw men and women gazing at her, knowing that her long legs were being admired in the short dress, and also realising that her breasts were moving freely under the thin material without a bra to constrict them. She was aware of her nipples hardening all the time in the fresh air, and she knew they were pushing firmly against the pink dress, on view to those that looked closely at her fetching body. This only encouraged the little minx to stick her nose in the air as she walked along, as if to say, ‘Yes, I’m a refined young lady with a fine body. Please enjoy looking at me, but that’s all you can do.’ Typical young female snob!

They went into various pendik escort boutiques and shops until Debbie suddenly said to her young relative,

‘Do you ever wear stockings Annabelle? I’ve never seen you with any on.’ Annabelle blushed slightly again.

‘Only a couple of times, but Mummy doesn’t like them, and she doesn’t like me wearing them, really. She says I should wear tights or go without anything at my age!’

‘Well, Mummy’s not here is she,’ Debbie laughed, ‘and I think you would look wonderful in stockings, as you certainly have the legs to show them off. Let’s find one of these lovely lingerie shops and see what we can find, shall we? It would be great, wouldn’t it, Chuck, to find Annabelle some lovely underwear?’

Chuck smiled and nodded his definite agreement. They eventually found a sophisticated boutique on the main street and went in. The garments were all over the place, beautifully displayed, and Debbie started her search on behalf of the eighteen year old.

‘We don’t see you at all being so many miles away, so this will be Chuck’s and my treat for you, Annabelle. How about that?’ This brought another wonderful smile from the precocious teenager, and she gave yet another hug to her new guide and mentor. Debbie soon picked out a strapless black and maroon basque and she made Annabelle go into the changing room to try it on, following closely behind. The pink dress slipped off, and Debbie helped the young girl slide into the little garment and zipped the back up for her.

Of course, the basque left the shapely bottom naked, apart from Annabelle’s little thong deep in the crack of her cheeks, and the cups of the one-piece garment held Annabelle’s wonderful breasts high and firm and pointing, and Debbie couldn’t resist caressing Annabelle’s body down the back and over her tummy under the pretext of feeling the fitting around the luscious body.

‘Superb, Annabelle. It fits you like a glove. Now the stockings to attach to the suspenders on the basque, and that will look fantastic on you. Take it off again and perhaps we may have another look when we get back to the house.’

Debbie chose 3 pairs of quality, long nylons, black, tan and light coloured, and all the gifts were wrapped, paid for, and the trio were soon back in the street. One more call into a classy shoe shop where Debbie and Chuck persuaded the tall teenager to try on a pair of very high heeled maroon sandals. The 4 inch heels were stiletto with straps across her toes, and they pushed her calves and thighs into a wonderful shape and gave her such a sexy walk as she paraded around the shop.

‘Beautiful, Annabelle,’ enthused Debbie. ‘They give you such a sophisticated walk, and really suit you. We’d love you to have them, wouldn’t we Chuck?’ Again Chuck smiled and nodded his agreement, Debbie paid the bill and Annabelle was beaming at her good fortune once more.

‘Oh, thankyou Debbie. You really are very kind, and you too Chuck. I’m really having a great time here with you, and it was so kind of you to invite me up here.’

‘Oh, nonsense, Debbie. It’s our pleasure, and we’re enjoying your company just as much, so let’s find a nice restaurant and have a slap up meal,’ assured Debbie. ‘We haven’t dined in London for years and years.’

The three visitors to the capital found a nice hotel, open to non-residents, and enjoyed good food, some (or quite a few) glasses of the best wines and then they sat in the lounge of the hotel enjoying a relaxing coffee. Compliments still flowed from the American couple to the young school girl, and they were again able to admire the fine young body sat in the deep, luxurious armchair opposite them. Annabelle’s fine breasts still pushed beautifully against her thin dress, her hem had ridden up as she sat with her legs crossed like a real lady, and her wonderful thighs seemed to go on forever, so tantalisingly.

Within a couple of hours, they were back in a taxi and making their way back to Wimbledon. It was still warm and sunny and, after spending such a wonderful time in London’s West End with her distant relatives, Annabelle felt just like a mature adult. The taxi was a black cab and Chuck sat opposite Debbie and Annabelle in the back of the cab, admiring both the attractive women. The two women had linked arms and there was a lot of giggling as still Debbie and Chuck continued to pour praise on the teenager.

‘Those are lovely clothes we’ve bought today, Annabelle, aren’t they? They really suit you and make you look really mature and chic,’ Debbie began. ‘We’ll open another bottle of wine when we get home and perhaps we can have another look at what we’ve got. You know, perhaps we can persuade your parents to send you over to the States to stay with us for a holiday. Would you like that, Annabelle?’

‘Oh, that would be fabulous,’ gushed the young girl. ‘Do you really mean it…you mean, come and stay with you in America?’

‘Yes, yes, of course we do, don’t we Chuck? Our friends would love to meet such an attractive and refined young lady from England, and we could have a wonderful time,’ and Debbie now put her arm round Annabelle’s shoulders and gently pulled the young girl in to give her a kiss on the cheek. Annabelle smiled and returned the kiss to Debbie’s cheek and she remained cuddled into Debbie’s shoulder for the rest of the journey.

Hi there, my name is Suzy and I have a story to tell. My real name is Susan, but everyone just calls me Suzy for short. My story takes place when I was 18 and visiting my Grandma. Grandma lived only a few blocks away from where me and my parents lived. My parents decided to find Grandma a place close to where we lived since she was getting older and couldn’t take care of herself the way that she used to and needed someone close by to sort of keep an eye on her and make sure she was all right. I know that Grandma didn’t like the fact that she was becoming more and more frail as time went on and felt like she was being a burden on us. But I sure didn’t mind her living so close to us. I loved my Grandma very much and I know that she loved me too.

However, during one afternoon visit, I learned just how far that “love” went.

I would drop by Grandma’s apartment nearly every afternoon on my way home from school to chat and to see how she was doing. On this particular afternoon, I noticed Grandma wasn’t acting like her usual chipper self. I gazed down and saw the half-empty bottle of whiskey sitting on top of the coffee table in front of her. Grandma gazed back up at me when she finally noticed me standing in the room with her and said to me in a slurred voice, “Oh, hi, Suzy. How was school today?”

“It was just fine, Grandma,” I replied in a low voice.

“Oh, that’s good, dear.” She paused for a moment then she said to me, “Why don’t you come over here and give your Grandma a kiss?”

I paused briefly myself. I wasn’t sure how to react to Grandma’s obvious drunken behavior. But, figuring that one little kiss for Grandma wouldn’t hurt, I slowly walked over to her and lowered my head to give her a small kiss like I always did every time I came over. However, when I lowered my head to kiss her this time, she immediately grabbed me and tried to shove her tongue down my throat. I tried to push her away, but Grandma apparently wasn’t as frail as she led everyone to believe. She gripped me in a bear hug and refused to let go. She eventually did manage to push her tongue past my lips and into my mouth. At first I felt like I was going to gag not only from the alcoholic stench on her breath but the fact that this was my very own Grandma who was trying to tongue-kiss me, her very own granddaughter! But, the more she forced herself on me, the more I was beginning to enjoy it until I wrapped my arms around her and retured her kiss. Before I knew it, Grandma had her hand between my legs up under my mini-skirt and was massaging my pussy through my panties. I squealed out and my body jerked as Grandma kept feeling me up. Up till izmir escort then, I’d never had anyone, especially in my own family, touch me like that before. The truth of the matter was, I was still a virgin (but I knew I wouldn’t be for long!).

Grandma took her hand away from my special place and told me to get undressed. Being the obedient granddaughter that I was, I did what Grandma told me to do and took off my clothes. I was about to take off my knee socks, but Grandma told me not to.

“Why not, Grandma?” I asked her.

“Because it makes you look more like a little girl,” she told me.

I smiled at Grandma and left my knee socks on just like she wanted. I was standing before Grandma as she got up from the sofa and took off the light blue dress she was wearing. I was a little surprised to discover that she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress, like she had planned to seduce me all afternoon, which, judging from her actions thus far, she probably did. She probably got a little tipsy before I came over for courage. I don’t know why my own Grandma would want to try to seduce me, to make love to me, unless she was trying to somehow make herself feel young again. Whatever the reason, I was now about to make love to my own beloved Grandma . . . and I was going to do absolutely nothing to stop it.

Grandma’s body was fat and flabby, but she still looked beautiful to me. Grandma got down on her knees in front of me and laid her hands on my thighs. She stuck her entire face between my legs and slowly ran the tip of her tongue over my virgin pussy lips. I jumped up a little as my body shivered and shook from the new sensations I was feeling. She shoved her tongue even further up my cunt until I felt her tongue wiggling around inside of me. She pushed her tongue in and out of my snatch while she gripped my thighs with her hands. I grabbed Grandma by her bluish-gray hair with one hand and grabbed one of my breasts with my other hand. I threw my head back, closed my eyes and moaned loudly as these incredible waves of lust and pleasure swept over my body.

The new sensations I was experiencing were so intense that I found myself practically shoving my cunt into Grandma’s face so she could get her tongue deeper into me. Grandma took her tongue out of me after several minutes of her tongue-fucking my pussy as she wrapped her wrinkled lips around my hardened clit. She began sucking hard and fast on the erect nub, and that’s what finally caused me to have the very first orgasm of my young, inexperienced life.

“Oh, Grandma!” I moaned out as I was pulling on kahramanmaraş escort her hair.

I gazed down at Grandma who still had her face buried between my legs with my come dripping down both sides of her face and rolling down her wrinkled neck. She finally took her face away from my flaming pussy and sat back down on the sofa. She spread her flabby legs widely apart, and I knew without her having to say anything what my Grandma wanted me to do to her next. I got on my knees before her just like she did with me and stuck my face between her fat, flabby thighs. There was a strange, unique aroma emanating from Grandma’s pussy that enveloped my nose the same way her cooking always does. However, it probably goes without saying that this smell was a whole lot different than any type of food I had ever smelled before! It was dank and musky and had kind of sweetness to it. I, it also probably goes without saying, had never gone down on another woman before, but I just followed Grandma’s lead as I bent my head down further and slowly licked her wettened outer lips with my tongue.

This caused Grandma to shiver and shake slightly similar to the way I did when she first licked me down there. I grinned knowing that I was giving my Grandma such pleasure then I stuck my tongue all the way inside Grandma’s box just like she did with me. Grandma moaned out as she shut her eyes and leaned her head back into the sofa as I kept tongue-fucking her mound with my tongue. She reached down with both hands and spread her pussy lips farther apart so I could get my tongue deeper inside of her. I slid my tongue in and out of Grandma’s snatch–again, just like she did with me–until she came and came hard right in my mouth and face. I shut my eyelids tight as Grandma’s hot, clear come splashed my face in torrential waves. When she was finished, I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at her as she was looking down at me. Both of our faces were dripping with each other’s woman jizz. We both smiled at each other, both of us knowing that we had just shared something that many Grandmas and granddaughters don’t get to share. I at first believed it was over and was about to get up and get dressed so I could go home. But then Grandma said something to me that shocked the living hell out of me:

“Fist me.”

I raised up, not taking my eyes off her, and exclaimed in total disbelief, “What?”

“Fist me,” she repeated without hesitation.

I didn’t budge for the next couple of minutes as I was still reeling in shock from what my Grandma had just asked me to do. Finally Grandma manavgat escort reached over and grabbed my hand. She placed it over her vagina and waited for me to do the rest. Without hardly even realizing what I was doing, I straightened out my fingers and started plunging them into Grandma’s twat. Grandma closed her eyes again as she gritted her teeth and started whimpering as if she were in pain. I thought maybe I was hurting her and was about to take my fingers out of her, but then she grabbed me by the wrist and shoved my hand deeper into her cunt. Grandma’s vagina expanded as both she and I pushed my hand deeper and deeper into her gash past the first and second knuckles. I was about to stop there, but Grandma guided my hand even deeper into her quim until my thumb had slipped inside her snatch. We pushed my hand all the way to my wrist. That’s where Grandma made me stop. With my hand now buried all the way in my Grandma’s cunny, I asked her, “What do I do now, Grandma?”

“Now, my child,” she started to say in a gasping voice, “now you fuck your Grandma.”

And that’s exactly what I did. I virtually pounded my Grandma’s pussy with my fist, fucking her with my fist the way a man would fuck a woman with his dick. The inner walls of Grandma’s pussy felt soft, warm and moist around my hand. Grandma’s body was thrashing around like a fish out of water as she was moaning and wailing out as if she were either feeling great pain or great pleasure or both. I briefly contemplated stopping what I was doing to my Grandma, but I knew she wouldn’t want me to stop, so I continued fisting her. All of a sudden Grandma quickly sat up and I thought she was finally going to make me stop. Instead, however, she reached down with one hand and started probing my asshole with her fingers.

Suddenly, as she was resting her head on my shoulder, she forced her fingers all the way into my tight, virgin shithole. She even managed to get half of her thumb into my stretched anus as well. While I kept fisting her cunt, Grandma was half-fisting my asshole. We fisted one another fastly and furiously until we both ended up having another huge orgasm. I can’t speak for Grandma, but I know my orgasm was way more intense than the one I had earlier when my Grandma was eating me out! Once we had started to calm down a bit, Grandma slid her fingers out of my burning asshole and I slid my hand out of her throbbing twat. She leaned back into the sofa again as I lowered my head down and buried my face in her whitish-gray bush. I slurped up the come that had seeped into her pussy hair then I lifted my head as Grandma and I gave each other another full, passionate kiss before I finally got up, got dressed and went home. Again, it probably goes without saying I never told anyone about that afternoon with Grandma–especially not my parents!–as it was our little secret. I will, however, say one thing about that special afternoon I spent with Grandma:

Afternoons with Grandma were definitely never the same again!

Brad awoke the next morning at roughly ten in the morning, nude as the day he was born. Jake was beside him, also in the buff. His mother was gone, however. Feeling horny, he turned to face Jake, who was still fast asleep. He got an idea and took the sheets off of Jake. Brad eyed up and down his tone, shaven body. Such a nice cock, too. Continuing, Brad assumed a sort of ’69’ position and began flicking at Jake’s mushroom tip with his wet tongue.

Jake moaned slightly but remained asleep. Growing bolder, Brad began sucking the head like a lollipop. Jake stirred and managed to mutter “That feels great, dude.” This made Brad happy and he began working down Jake’s hard shaft. With his left hand, he ran his index finger along Jake’s ass crack, eventually stopping and concentrating on his anus.

He must have woken more, because Jake was now grabbing Brad’s erection and guided it into HIS mouth. Good ole ’69’. Rather than go the anal route, Jake used his free hand to play with Brad’s balls, rotating them in the warmth of his palm.

Both guys started humping the other’s face simultaneously and within seconds they both had violent orgasms, shooting a mouthful of cream into each other’s hungry mouths.

“Nice way to start breakfast.” Brad commented.

“Nice way to wake up.” Jake added with a smirk.

***

It was about noon. Jake had left for work, promising to return that evening. Brad was in the kitchen eating a turkey sandwich when he heard a noise- his sister had just woken up. He faced her and saw that she was wearing a tight white t-shirt that cut off just above the belly-button as well as some skimpy white cotton panties. She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and sat down by her brother.

“Long night?” he asked.

“I got so damn drunk.” She told him with a cute little laugh. She thought for a moment, then added “Thanks for cleaning me out last night, little bro.”

He blushed. “How’d you know it was me, Holly?”

“It’s quite telling when your panties are next to your face and you no longer have semen in your rectum.”

Brad smiled and took a bite of his sandwich. “I hope you didn’t mind.”

“Not at all.” She told him. “Mom and I have been fooling around for about two years. I wanted to bring you into the mix sooner but she wanted to wait until you were a senior.”

Brad couldn’t do anything but finish off the remainder of his sandwich. Since he didn’t say anything, his sister asked “How’d my butt taste?”

Wow- how candid she was. “Honestly? It tasted better than any pussy I’ve ever licked. It was the greatest experience in my short sexual career, and I will forever cherish cleaning out your bottom.”

“Aww, you’re sweet.” Holly adjusted her panties slightly. “I was about to take a shower- do you want to join me?”

What an offer! “Of course I do, sis.”

She got up and walked to the bathroom while he followed. The entire time, his eyes were glued to her luscious backside. Even in the full-cut panties, you could tell she had a nice butt.

Once the water was warm, they began stripping off. She went first by removing her shirt- no bra was holding back her beautiful tits and they swayed as she removed the tiny top. Brad was a bit more timid. “You’re zonguldak escort going to see my… my penis.”

“It’s only fair- you got to lick my asshole last night without permission.”

Touché. Brad removed his clothing and she saw his six inch pecker standing at full attention. Smiling, she removed her panties. Holly was completely shaved and her pussy lips looked extremely inviting. They climbed into the shower, Holly crouching in front of Brad with her ass rubbing against his cock.

The water felt great. Brad reached for a bar of soap and after soaping his hands, began to massage the soap into his sister’s butt. He soaped her up good for about five minutes, concentrating mostly on her little shit-hole.

Afterwards, she returned the favor, washing his cock and balls for the same amount of time. Then she even scrubbed his anus a little bit.

They stayed in the water another twenty minutes, fondling each other and exploring each other’s boundaries. Once they were out, Brad put on his mother’s pink panties once more. His sister had put her shirt back on but was reluctant to put her panties on.

“So you said you enjoyed the rim job last night, right?” asked his sister. Brad nodded. “And mom told me you were into scat like us, is that true?” Again, he nodded. “Great, ’cause I have to take a dump.”

Brad wanted to cum right there in his mother’s still-soiled underpants. Instead he watched as his sister spread her legs and sat down on the toilet. He heard her let out a few farts before there was a pause and then… SPLASH as a giant log descended out of her butt and into the lucky toilet water below. Brad kneeled in front of her, and she half-stood up. Turning around, he knew exactly what she wanted him to do. Using his hands to keep her precious cheeks apart, he leaned forward and began to lick the remainder of the brown log from her sweet butt hole. He licked it clean of any and all slime. He heard his sister giggle a few times.

Soon he was finished and he stood up, licking his lips and savoring the taste of his sister’s feces. She flushed the toilet and put on her underwear. They went into the living room where their mother had just walked in the door with three large bags in her arms.

“What’s all that stuff, Mom?” is what Brad wanted to know.

“Things I purchased from the adult sex store. How far did you get with Jake before he took off?”

“What do you mean? We ’69’d this morning.”

“What?! Why didn’t you let him butt-fuck you?” she demanded.

“We didn’t get around to it.”

“Well, it’s your loss- but I know you’re turned on by the thought of it. Your cock lit up when I had that bisexual porno playing on the TV.” She said.

His sister chimed in. “So what all did you buy?”

Their mother emptied the contents of the bags onto the sofa- two large dildos, a strap on, a bottle of lubricant, and two bisexual pornographies. Brad’s cock was straight as an arrow.

“That’s a lot of great stuff, mom.” He told her. She smiled at him and began to remove her shirt. Once that was off and her chest was free to move about, he slid down her dress, revealing the black lace panties she wore underneath. After she fethiye escort removed those, Brad and Holly followed suit by removing their own panties. All three of them sat on the couch while their mom popped in one of the adult DVDs.

The movie started out with two guys working out in a gym when a woman walks in wearing a thong. Both men approach her and instantly sex ensues. While she works herself out of her clothes, both men start to fondle each other, one of whom comes on the other’s hand. Brad’s mother paused the movie.

She turned to face her siblings. “You two should know it doesn’t bother me in the least when you touch each other.”

Brad took that to mean that she wanted to see someone make a move. He reached over and began rubbing away at his sister’s crotch. They embraced and began making out, Brad’s free hand scrambling to grab a thick chunk of her ass. Their mother watched with a smile and picked up a dildo, starting to pleasure herself. Holly got into a doggy-style position and Brad stole another quick sniff of her butt. He got in position and began to enter his sister’s vagina.

Their mother started to moan as she watched and Brad began to steadily fuck his sister’s juicy cunt. He took his time with each pump to do his best at pleasing his sister. She gasped with pleasure and he sped up a tad. Brad tried to pump it harder, but there is only so much you can do with six inches. Finally Holly grabbed a nearby pillow tightly as she came on her brother’s cock. He pulled out and shot his cum all along her buttocks.

“Good show.” Said their mother as she wiped her daughter’s ass clean with her tongue.

***

Jake returned at about five thirty in the evening. They were still in the living room, playing with one another. He quickly stripped down and announced that he was anxious to cum. Heather quickly piped up by saying “I want you to fuck my son’s butt.”

Jake smiled and approached Brad. Heather grabbed the lubricant she had bought and squirted some on her son’s butt crack. Brad shot his sister a look. She smiled at him while starting to finger herself.

“Ready?” his mother asked. Brad knew he was not, but answered otherwise. Jake chuckled and rested the tip of his penis at Brad’s anus. With a couple of fingers, he massaged the lubricant deeply into Brad’s bottom. Then, he moved forward.

“Ow!” Brad cried out in pain. Jake squeezed his ass cheek to tell him that it was okay, and also to let him know that only the tip of his cock was inside. Slowly Jake continued on his journey deeper into the depths of Brad’s bowels. Eventually, Jake managed his entire penis into Brad’s rectum- amazing how much an ass can stretch.

Brad was beginning to enjoy the sensations he felt on the inner walls of his ass and on his prostate. His hard-on was simply raging. Jake went in harder and faster without regard for the well-being of Brad’s backdoor. That puckered little hole was being taken to the limits. From the sighs of pleasure, it obviously felt good to Jake to have a tight little butt to fuck.

“Fill ‘er up.” Brad told him. Jack smiled and inserted himself hip-deep into Brad’s rear end. He moaned as he released multiple cum shots alanya escort deep into Brad’s soiled ass. Pulling out, Brad was left with a gaping hole.

His sister looked at him eagerly. “Wow- you should see your shit-hole right now. It looks so cute and it’s really red.” She informed him. Brad tried to smile but his ass was raw and sore.

His mother was very proud of him. “I can’t believe that entire monster fit in there. That was beautiful. Thank you, son.” Brad nodded with a smile. “I think I have to poop.” Brad said. His mother told him it was probably just Jake’s sticky goo, but Brad insisted it was both. “Then do it right here on the floor!” his mother commanded. He squatted on the floor, his ass still bright red thanks to Jake. It hurt to push, but he managed to squeeze a little bit.

“It smells incredible.” His sister said. After a few moments, he managed to get some of the sperm out of his butt. Finally it came- a large turtlehead poked out. Again his sister spoke- “Nice one, bro!”

He still had a hard-on and the shit squirmed out of his loosened anus and plopped onto the floor. His sister was quick to return his earlier favor, wiping his torn-up ass with her tongue. “Thanks, sis.” He told her. Her response was massaging his butt cheeks. Holly gave her brother a kiss on the rear and then leaned down to inspect his dirty brown log.

Slowly, Holly extended her tongue and ran it along the poop. She clenched her teeth around one end, about an inch in, and bit off a piece. Chewing it and savoring every bit, she laid down beside the feces. “You taste spectacular, Brad.” She said.

His mother decided that she, too, wanted a taste. She used her fingers to pinch off a sizeable piece and plopped it into her mouth. She also enjoyed the taste of her son’s shit.

Brad decided to take advantage of the opportunity and flipped his sister onto her back. Her own ass landed with a thud right square in the mess that Brad had just made. She didn’t mind as she squirmed back and forth, rubbing the shit into her butt. Brad thrust his solid penis inside of his sister once more.

After a few minutes, he was ready to fire. “I’m going to cum in you.” He told her just milliseconds before a stream of hot man-cream jettisoned into her twat. She squealed with pleasure and kissed her brother on the lips.

“We’ve all gotten to know each other pretty well.” His mom commented. “Brad obviously has had a thing for his sister for a while. Jake and Brad both like penis. I say we all go out to the hot tub naked.”

Everyone agreed and soon all four naked bodies were in the warm water. Brad’s mother was sitting next to him, playing with her son’s penis. The jets came on and Brad’s mother instructed him to stand with the jet shooting onto his sore rectum. He complied and eventually agreed that the sensation helped.

Holly was busy on the opposite jet, letting the stream launch right into her clitoris. Eventually it caused her to come. With everyone pretty much worn out, Brad’s mother suggested they hit the sack early.

“We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.” She started. When Brad asked for elaboration, she said “we’re headed to the sex store tomorrow, sweetie.” His mother gave him a couple light spankings on the ass. They headed inside and eventually wound up on his sister’s smaller, twin-sized bed. They figured it would be fun for the four of them to cram together. The order went: Heather, Brad, Jake, Holly. As a special request from Jake, Brad fell asleep upside down, sucking Jake’s soft penis like a pacifier.

Tomorrow would be a big day indeed.