Maid For ChangesPart OneDiane sat with her foursome drinking in the bar. Their golf round was cancelled as a downpour slammed into the clubhouse windows. The waiter came by, “Anyone ready for another?” Diane looked at her watch. It was four and she had already had three drinks. She looked over at her friend Julia.”What do you think?””I have to meet Carl. I’m sure he’s home early because of the rain and it’s date night.””Oh.” Diane knew what ‘date night’ meant to Julia. Her and Carl were going to fuck. Diane felt a sense of disappointment not having anyone at home to ‘date’.Diane stood up, said bye to her friends and walked out with Julia. “Have fun with Carl. I get to have my little friend.””Oh Diane, its such shame you have to be alone. Bob is such an asshole.””Yea well, that’s life. See you next time.””Bye.”Diane got into her Mercedes and drove home. The maid’s car was still parked in the guest area. She opened the garage door and parked. She walked into the house expecting to see Leta in the kitchen preparing Thomas’ dinner. But she wasn’t there. She climbed the stairs and headed for Thomas’ room. She stopped right at the door and was shocked to hear Leta’s voice crying out in passion. Thomas’ bed squeaked and she could hear him moaning. She gently turned the door knob and pushed the door open slightly to see inside. What she saw shocked her. Thomas had Leta bent over his bed and he was fucking her from behind. She saw his cock when it accidently fell out. He was huge! She gasped almost giving herself away. She watched with riveting desire as he slid himself back into Leta’s pussy. “Oh Toe mas!””Take that cock Leta!””OOOOOHH So good Toe mas! You make Leta come!” Diane’s pussy was tingling with desire. It was dripping wet by then. She stayed there watching wondering how long these two had been carrying on like this. She had thought Thomas was still a virgin. He was only sixteen. She could have Leta arrested and thrown in jail for this. But she liked Leta and knew that it was just a matter of time before her young sixteen year old would lose his virginity with someone. Why not the sexy young Mexican maid? Diane noticed that Leta had a hot curvy body and Thomas was enjoying it. Suddenly Thomas began thrusting harder and deeper making Leta scream. “I come! I come!”Thomas hollered out as his hands pulled Leta’s hips into him and he started to fill her hot pussy with his load. “Oh God Leta!” Diane closed the door and retreated. All she could think about was Thomas’ big cock. She didn’t care about Leta. She secretly wished she was in Leta’s position taking that enormous cock.Now what to do? She was home unexpectedly early and she didn’t want them to know she had caught them. She went back down and got into her car. She drove around for a half an hour giving the two love birds a chance to make things at home look normal again. Then she went back. Everything seemed perfect and she was greeted by two happy people. “Oh hi Mrs. Keller.””Hello Leta.””You have fun at golf?” Diane rolled her eyes.”It was rained out.””Oh I so sorry. I make dinner and leave.””That’s fine.”Just then Thomas came down wearing gym shorts and a tee shirt. “Hi mom.””Hi Thomas.””I’m starving.” Diane thought, ‘I bet you are mister maid fucker’. She looked down at his shorts looking for his bulge. She still couldn’t get over how big her young man’s cock was. It was the biggest one she had ever seen.Leta finished dinner and left. Diane and Thomas sat at the kitchen table eating. It was fairly quiet. After dinner Thomas went up to do his homework. Diane began her workout. First stretching and then the stationary bike.Diane was a compact little dynamo of a woman. She was thirty six. She stood five foot one, one hundred thirty pounds. All of it in the right places. Shapely legs flaring up and out to a killer bubble butt then tapering down to a small waist and back out to big round tits. She could turn some heads but had bad luck attracting a suitable mate. She had been hit on by several of the married men at the country club. A couple of them she would have loved to fuck but she had status in the community as a high priced attorney and partner at Lewis, Keller, and Hill law firm. There was also the fact that she was sidled with a teenage son. So she waited for the right man to come along.Sweat rolled down her face as she burned off all the pent up sexual tension. But she knew she was going to use her vibrating dildo on herself later. She could not lose the image of her young son’s huge cock giving Leta the thrill she needed so desperately. Thomas walked in to do his weight lifting. He watched his mom wearing her leggings. He noticed a very obvious camel toe as she stretched pushing the dumbbells upward.. Thomas knew his mom was a hot sexy lady. But he never thought about her as any potential partner. He just knew she was good looking and felt sorry for her being alone all the time.Diane paused for a rest. When she caught her breath she asked him, “Homework finished?””Not yet. After this I’m going back to finish it. I just have ten more algebra problems. It won’t take long.” Diane wanted so badly to tell him she saw him with Leta but she stopped herself.”I’m going to go shower and go to bed early. Make sure you get that homework finished and get to bed on time. Good night.””Good night mom.” Thomas felt like a man and he was very proud that he could brag about fucking the maid to his best friend Michael.Diane worked the vibrator into her pussy during the shower. The warm water pulsating on her neck relaxed her body. She rinsed off and then dried off. She laid çankırı escort down on her bed and began working the dildo into her pussy feeling the vibration against her clitoris. Thoughts of Thomas’ cock thrilling Leta made her start to climax. As she gushed she subconsciously blurted out, “Oh Thomas!” Pussy juice came squirting out across her bed beyond her towel soaking the sheets. It was the biggest squirt she had in a very long time. She left the dildo in wishing it was a real man inside her. Suddenly she realized that she was obsessed with her son’s cock! ‘What if?’ kept popping into her brain. She was struggling with herself. She knew it was very wrong on more than one level. But….That Saturday Leta prepared two meals and left at noon as she always had Saturday afternoon and Sunday off. Diane sat at the table going over a few of her law briefs while Thomas sat lazily watching cartoons. At lunch she started up a conversation. “So what do you and Leta do while I’m playing golf?””Leta cooks and cleans. I just do my homework.””Oh. I wasn’t sure. Do you like Leta?””Of course I do mom. She’s always been with us.””I know.””Is everything okay mom?””I suppose.””Well you’re not angry at Leta are you?””No.””But I do have one situation I would like to discuss with you about her.””What’s that?””Well, Wednesday I came home early because golf was rained out. I saw what you two were doing in your bedroom.”Thomas became nervous. He turned white with fear.”Relax. I know you were enjoying it. That Leta is a hot little tomale huh?””You really saw us?””Oh yea and I saw you fill her with come. I must say it looked like you both really enjoyed it. I’m not as clueless as you think.””Oh my God! Am I in trouble?””Do you realize I could have Leta arrested and thrown in jail?””Please don’t do that.””Well Mr. maid fucker, what do you think I should do?””I don’t know.”Diane enjoyed making him squirm a little. She starred at him. “I saw how big your cock is.””Uh, uh,.” He couldn’t think of anything to say.”Have you measured it?””Yes.””How long?”Nine inches.””Wow! Your dad was only six. You must take after Grandpa Windsor. Let me see it.””What?””Stand up and let me see it.” Thomas was shaking. He did as she asked. “Come over here.” He stood in front of her and lowered his gym shorts. It was semi hard. Diane’s eyes were big and she startled him when she took ahold of it. Her gentle touch made him grow and within a few seconds he was throbbing in her hand. “Its magnificent Thomas. Do you know how long it has been since your mom had one of these inside her pussy?””No.”Diane began to suck on it. Thomas looked down watching his mom’s lips wrapped around his big pole. It seemed so surreal. She deep throated him and then came up for air.”Take off your clothes.” Diane let go and stood up. She began to undress. “Sit in the chair.” Thomas watched his mom strip naked. He was immediately impressed with her incredible tits. She had big dark areolas and inch long nipples poking out. The shape of her tits were perfect. Then he saw her big black fluffy muff. He could smell her scent now mixed with her perfume. Her cooter looked so dark and naughty.”Now you just relax and let me do the work.” She climbed over him and slowly slid herself down onto him. She guided his cock head between her pussy lips parting them. She was tighter than Leta. He had only fucked Leta and no other women so this was going to be different. She put her hands on his shoulders and used her feet on the lower chair brace to control the depth of his cock in her pussy. “Oh my God Thomas! You’re huge!” Thomas put his hands on her hips as she began to move slowly up and down. He was still very nervous as his mom worked him into her nether flesh. Her pussy quickly became slicker and slicker. It took her time to stretch her pussy lips and take such a big cock. Little by little she plunged deeper and deeper until she was finally balls deep. She was amazed by how deep he was. No man had ever touched her in those deep spots. She gasped and suddenly pussy juice came splashing out all over Thomas’ mid section. “Oh Thomas! Fuck me!” He couldn’t believe his ears. His prim and proper mom talking dirty. She made passionate sounds he had never heard. Her pussy was very tight and she gyrated moving her body in ways that he could only dream of. He began to moan. “Do it baby! Fuck that pussy! Shoot it!””AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Thomas heard her scream out and her pussy exploded as she took his come ejaculating inside her hot cunt.”Oh God! Its so good! Oh Thomas!” She paused for about ten seconds dripping down his cock oozing come. To Thomas’ amazement she started moving again.”Oh my God mom!””You like this pussy?””Yes.””Better than Leta’s?””Yes!””Liar.””No ma’am!”Diane slowed to a deliberate grind. His cock never went soft and the smell of pussy filled his senses. Her scent was much stronger than Leta’s. Her body was much hotter and he realized that, yes, his mom was in fact, a better piece of ass. Finally she stopped staying on him.”How many times a week do you fuck her?”Only when you play golf.””What about Winter time?””We’ve only been doing it for a few months now.””Fucking the maid. Wow! I would have never known. My little boy all grown up fucking the maid.””Would you like to start fucking me?””Isn’t it wrong for us to do it?””Of course it is. But no one else needs to know. It would be very bad for both of us if anyone found out.””I know.” Diane began to move again. “I want your cock! Fuck me!” Thomas began to fondle her breasts enjoying every move she made. Her passionate çankırı escort bayan sounds thrilled him. “Its so good!” After a few minutes she stopped. “Come with me.” He followed her naked body up the stairs. He couldn’t believe how hot her body looked naked. He starred at her ass as she wiggled up the stairs. So sexy!In the bedroom Diane had Thomas fuck her for over an hour. They stopped after he came a second time. The rest of that day they went their separate ways. Thomas was reeling. He had mixed feelings. On one hand he was freaked out by his mom. But then he realized just how hot she could be. But it felt very strange fucking his own mom. All afternoon he could smell her pussy on his body. By the end of the afternoon he was getting hard thinking about her. Thomas was over at his friends house.”Did you fuck Leta again?””Yep, Wednesday.””I have been working on Lucy. But she just starred at me when I told her she was sexy.””Leta saw me in the shower one day. That was when she came on to me.””Well you’re hung like a damned horse Thomas. I’m not so lucky.””Yea but girls are attracted to you.””Not Lucy.””Then make your parents fire her and get a new maid.””They like Lucy. That’s not going to happen.”Diane swung and hit a perfect seven iron stopping ten feet from the hole. “That was a great shot Diane! What’s gotten into you?”Diane laughed out loud. “I wish I could say. I feel great today.””Did you get laid?””Oh don’t be silly.””I’m sorry. I know that was not nice. So how is Thomas?””Better than me. When I got home Wednesday I caught him and Leta fucking.””What?!! Oh my God! What did you do?””Nothing. I just walked away and they had no idea I saw them. You wouldn’t believe how hung Thomas is.””Really? Do tell!”Diane put her hands out in front of her showing Julia the length by holding her hands apart. “Oh my God! Really?””Oh yea.””Lucky Leta huh?””Yea. I could have her arrested and thrown in jail for that. But I figure the boy has to learn somehow. I just hope she is careful. Maybe I should pay her a bonus.” They both laughed.”So Thomas is fucking the maid. Wow! I wonder if Michael is fucking Lucy.””What if he was?””Like you said the boy has to learn somehow. I just wish Carl’s cock was that big.””It was literally the biggest I have ever seen.”In the clubhouse Diane drank with her friends. When she got up to go to the rest room she stumbled. She realized she couldn’t drive. She felt numb. She called home and Thomas answered. “Hello?””Hey its mom. Can you come pick me up at the club?””Sure. Be there in ten.”Diane waited at the door after she told her friends good bye. She climbed into the car. “Hi mom.””Hi. I guess I had a few too many. Thank you for coming to get me.””No problem. I wasn’t busy. My party fell through. Tommy’s parents busted him.””You guys are so obvious sometimes. So how much do you drink at these parties?””A few beers.””Now you wouldn’t be fudging that would you?””There’s been a few times I drank more than I should.””I knew it. Well at least you are honest about it. I’m very proud of you for that.” Thomas pulled into the garage.”I guess we’ll have to get my car tomorrow.””Mom?””Yes?””I just want to say I liked what we did earlier.” He knew she was pretty tipsy.”I did too. Why don’t you come to my room?” They headed up the stairs. In her bedroom she stood in front of the mirror. “Am I fat?””No mom. You’re just right. Very sexy.””You want some more of this?””I’ve been thinking about it all day. And yes I would like more.”They began to undress. Diane bent over the bed exactly the same way she saw him fucking Leta. He knelt down and pushed his face into her beaver. She felt his tongue rake across her clit and moaned. “Oh Thomas! That’s the spot!” She became very vocal and animated as her new young lover ate her pussy. Her pussy had not been licked in months. Bob wasn’t much of an oral man. But Thomas relished his mom’s beautiful hairy pie. He spread her big pussy lips and devoured her nether flesh. She was moaning and whimpering and when he suckled her clit she blasted him with pussy juice. He loved that strong musky smell and it made him crazy with lust. He moved up and slid into her. “Oh Thomas! Fuck me!” She raised up on her hands and took his thrusts. Diane screamed with passion as her young lover gave her the fucking she so desperately missed for so long. Having already come twice Thomas had much stamina. He steadily pummeled her pussy. She came over and over and he began to realize that he was giving his mom much pleasure. He felt good about pleasing her and felt a sense of purpose. She began to wiggle her ass and talk dirty. Thomas could see his mom’s tits flopping around in the reflection of the dresser mirror.Thomas pulled out and Diane rolled over onto her back spreading wide. Thomas was thrilled to see her acting so slutty. He was filled with lust. He held himself up on his arms and slid back inside her. He began thrusting deep and hard thrilling her making her squirt over and over. Finally he started to come for the third time inside his mom’s pussy. He collapsed onto her. She gently placed her hands on his butt cheeks and caressed them. He was out of breath. He rolled off next to her. They laid there silent and pleased. It was seven and Thomas was starving. They went down to eat.That night things were quiet. Diane went to bed early and Thomas sat starring blankly at the television screen thinking about his mom’s hot body fucking him. He wondered what was next.The preacher said the final prayer and dismissed the congregation. Thomas and Diane escort çankırı walked out with Carl, Julia, and their thirteen year old daughter, Michelle, who had a crush on Thomas. Michael was at work. They passed by the Pastor and thanked him. Out in the parking lot Julia said, “Coming to lunch?””Sure.””See you there.”Thomas drove Diane’s car. He loved her car. His was much older. “You look really nice mom.””Thank you. So do you.”He wanted to ask her about that afternoon. But he stopped. He had no idea she was planning on something. At lunch Michelle sat next to Thomas. Both Julia and Diane knew she was smitten with Thomas. They thought it was cute. But now Julia was a little more worried learning that Thomas was a hung stud.After lunch Thomas drove them home.”I asked Julia to come over to the pool for a little while. She’s bringing Michelle.””Seriously? She’s so needy.””She likes you.””Yea but she’s a little girl.””Please be nice to her. She can’t help it. She’s a very nice girl.””Okay.””Besides its so hot outside and they don’t have a pool. She loves our pool and I want them to stay our friends.It’s only for a few hours.”Thomas sighed and drove home. Diane went up to change into her swim suit. Thomas put his trunks on. They laid by the pool sunbathing. It didn’t take long for Thomas to get sweaty. He jumped into the pool to cool off. Just as he came up he saw Michelle waving and smiling at him. He waved back. “Hi Michelle.””Hi.” Julia sat in the lounger next to Diane. “God it’s hot.””Yea. Let’s go get a margarita.””OOOHHH absolutely!” Just before they got up Thomas rose up the ladder. His rather large tool was very obvious and Julia gasped. She had to try not to look. In the kitchen she grabbed Diane. “Oh my God! He’s huge!””I told you.””God I wish Carl was like that. I’d fuck him every night! Hell, maybe you should fuck him.””Julia! He’s my son. Besides he’s still a c***d.””The hell he is. He’s a pure hunk of a man. A hunka burnin love!””Do you want to fuck him?””Don’t tempt me.”Diane poured the ingredients into the blender and turned it on.”You should just be glad you have a good husband.””I know. But its fun to fanaticize.””Well please keep it right there. Besides, Leta would get jealous.” They both laughed.”So Leta has no idea you know?””That’s right.””You know for someone who hasn’t been laid much lately you seem to know a lot about everyone else getting laid.””I know things.” They laughed again. “Cheers.””Cheers.” They banged glasses and drank. They walked back out to the pool. Thomas was standing in the pool holding Michelle up in the air and twirling her while she screeched.”Be careful Thomas.” He hoisted the young girl into the water and she came up laughing. Thomas noticed her sweet nipples poking through her wet swim top. He began to take notice that she was starting to look more and more womanly. They were getting along well. Julia and Diane sipped and talked while the k**s played in the water. After they finished their drinks they waded out into the water. It felt cool and refreshing. They hung out by the side for a bit.”Thomas be a dear and go get the blender and fill our glasses.””Okay.” Michelle followed him in. She was very clingy and she pressed her breast into him watching him get the pitcher from the blender. He looked down at her and she pulled her strap down exposing her tit. He put the pitcher down and began to touch her breast. “Wow Michelle!””I want you to touch me.””Very nice. But we have to go.””I like you, you know?””I know but I’m three years older.””So!?””Maybe someday.”Michelle reached out and put her hand on Thomas’ growing cock. “Oh my God! It’s so big!””Michelle! Your mom is right out there. Plus I can’t walk around like this.””Let me see it.” She pulled his trunks out and looked down at it. “Wow Thomas. I want you to fuck me someday soon!””We’ll see.””My pussy has hair on it now.” Thomas felt a strange attraction growing. Michelle was quite an aggressive girl. He liked that.”Come on Michelle. You naughty girl.””I know right? Maybe I need a spankin.””You’ve really changed haven’t you?””Maybe.”He picked up the pitcher and they went back outside. He poured the alcohol. He had to try not to be too obvious with his huge cock. He finished pouring and handed the plastic glasses to Michelle so she could take them over to the ladies. He then quickly jumped back in the water before Julia could see his semi erect schlong. Michelle jumped in next to him. She stayed dangerously close to him. Julia began to notice her daughter fawning over him. Michelle’s pussy ached for him. She was in full bloom wanting to experience sex but was far too young. Julia would have to have a talk with her young lady.They frolicked in the pool for a few hours. Diane and Julia copped a good buzz. It was five when Julia and Michelle left.Thomas and Diane went upstairs to change out of their wet clothes. Diane went to Thomas’ room naked and they began to fuck. “I saw Michelle fawning over you. You didn’t seem to mind.””I know. She showed me her tit.””That little slut! She wants you.””Are we going to do this from now on?””Do you want to?””Yes!””Okay. Fine with me. But what about Leta? If you still want to fuck her when I play golf I don’t care. Just so you take care of me.””Wow!””You have to be the luckiest k** around.””I guess so.”Thomas fucked her for an hour before they went down to eat. That night Michelle called Thomas and they talked for over an hour. She had huge crush on him now.The weeks that followed flowed in so many different directions. Thomas had two women to please and one hot little girl to placate until she would be old enough. Secretly he really liked Michelle. He knew she could be ‘the one’. Life had changed so much for Thomas and Diane. They would never be the same. Time marched onward and there would be more twists and turns ahead of them. But for now, Diane was finally getting what she desired.

Chapter 5 – Cassie

…wherein histories are shared, a game ends with two winners, and an education is threatened.

“My…”

“Hi!… Vicki… I’m, um, Cassie, and… this is pretty weird for me too. But… I’m really happy to finally meet you!”

All Vicki could do was watch as Cassie walked closer and closer towards her. She stood locked in place, the sight of her smiling doppelganger already almost too much for her mind to handle. None of this made any sense. She didn’t have a sister, that would be… no, this was definitely some kind of joke… but…

“She looks just like me…” had barely raced through her thoughts when the long-haired blonde closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Vicki in the most reassuring hug the dumbfounded teenager had ever known.

“I always wanted a sister…” breezed like cotton candy through Vicki’s left ear, her sister’s voice so similar to her own, but just so slightly off, which somehow, in ways Vicki would never be able to verbalize, made it all the more pleasing.

Vicki didn’t know how long their hug lasted, or for how long it took for her to reach up and place her own hands across Cassie’s back once it had started. Their chins rested comfortably on each other’s shoulders as they stood together in the silent living room of the Tate household. Their mom, Jeannie, stood off to the side a few feet away, completely forgotten about by both Vicki and Cassie as the two girls held each other close, tears forming in both of their eyes.

Vicki kept her eyelids shut as Cassie’s hands—soft, small hands that felt just like her own—pressed against her body, moving ever so slightly in different directions every few seconds as if to confirm that the girl underneath them truly existed. The new reality that Vicki had a sister, one that looked… and felt… and smelled… just like her destroyed everything that came before, leaving in its wake splinters and half-formed ideas of what the next few hours, days, and even years might hold.

Though ill-prepared for being on the receiving end of her sister’s warm embrace so suddenly after learning about her in the first place, Vicki soon discovered being squeezed by Cassie, and returning her hug in full, felt like the most natural thing in the world. As the freshly-introduced sisters continued to explore the still-unreal tangibility of the other, and especially because the proportions of Cassie’s body matched that of Vicki’s in very noticeable ways, Vicki soon found herself getting lost in the gentle flattening of her chest against her twin’s, the soothing pressure of both of their enormous racks buffeting against each other impossible to ignore.

However, “all good things”, and Cassie finally pulled away from Vicki, her reluctance palpable. The left edge of her lips brushed past Vicki’s cheek, leaving a nearly imperceptible streak of saliva behind, dotting the brunette’s tanned skin.

“I’m… I’m sorry for just glomping onto you like that… I was thinking so much about what I would say, what I would do, when… when, you know, when we met for the first time… simply just giving you a big giant hug wasn’t even part of the plan!”

Standing just a foot away, Vicki gazed at the all-too-familiar face gleaming back at her. Would she ever get used to this?

“Oh?” Vicki replied, matching her twin’s bright smile. “What was the plan, then?”

“I, uh, sort of imagined that there would be more of a… firm-handshake-nice-to-meet-you kind of situation? And now that I say it out loud, I’m really glad I just went in for the hug.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Mentally kicking herself, Vicki hoped that Cassie didn’t notice her eyes’ quick dart downward to the blonde’s similarly oversized chest.

“So…” Vicki began, glancing at her mom, whose face wore a mix of worry, relief, and clear affection for both of the teenage girls standing before her.

“Mom, I… I’m not mad, I’m not, I promise. I’m just… I really need to know what’s going on. When you left on Friday, you said you had a job thing, but now I have a sister, and that is honestly something I’m still wrapping my head around, and I really can’t wait to know everything about you, Cassie, but please… mom… what is…?”

“Okay, right, yes, um, how about we all sit down, and I’ll… I’ll explain. Cassie is already up to date, as, uh, you’ve probably guessed, and um…”

“Here Vicki, sit next to me… please?” Cassie interrupted, taking Vicki’s hands in her own.

“Of… of course, I would love that.”

Cassie and then Vicki plopped down right beside each other on the couch, while Jeannie took a slow and measured seat on the coffee table directly in front of them. Vicki, having had no time to change since she arrived home, was still lewdly squeezed into the tight black t-shirt she had worn to Celia’s, and only because of the current situation the three Tate girls found themselves in, nobody had gotten around to asking her why she was wearing bikini bottoms instead istanbul escort of shorts or a skirt. Beside her, Cassie’s sky blue sundress billowed about her sister’s body, catching every whiff of air that passed by. It did a slightly better job of downplaying her pronounced curves, but still proved no match for her gigantic breasts, clearly equal to Vicki’s in both size and weight. Like Vicki, she was also currently going braless, and every slight shift of her body caused her spectacular udders to wobble and sway beneath the thin cotton.

Directly before her, wearing a smart white blouse and long navy blue skirt, Jeannie sat with her legs pressed together, her knees angled, and her tiny perfect ankles crossed beneath her. Her hands sat in her lap, and Vicki could see a hidden sheen of nervous sweat coating her palms whenever they tilted towards her. She exuded beauty and elegance effortlessly, and a large part of Vicki’s heart wrenched in agony knowing that if this was any other normal Sunday afternoon, she would have already shed all her clothes and welcomed her mom home with the deepest and longest kisses she could offer, followed by the slowest and sloppiest blowjob that a daughter could provide, fully aware that it all still wouldn’t be enough to lay bare the endless reserve of glowing love and searing lust she always felt towards her mother.

But… clearly she had known Vicki had a sister for, well, her entire life, and had… had… purposefully kept this… HER!… a secret. Wanting to give her mom the benefit of the doubt clashed with brutal pangs of sadness and confusion, and before Jeannie had even started talking, rivers of tears flowed down the teenager’s cheeks.

“It’s okay, Vicki… it’s okay,” Cassie whispered, obviously unable to ignore Vicki’s fragile emotional state, now completely on display.

With the most tender of movements, Cassie brushed aside the hair on the side of Vicki’s face, and kissed her sister on the same cheek her lips had briefly encountered earlier, placing her half-open mouth directly over the stream of tears leaking from Vicki’s reddened eyes.

“It’s alright, beautiful,” Cassie quietly encouraged, before kissing Vicki’s cheek again, and then a third time, her soft lips feasting on the rivulets of salty pearls running down her sister’s face.

Vicki’s growing embarrassment of openly crying in front of her mom and sister (whom she had only known for like ten minutes!) dwindled by the second as Cassie delicately kissed her tears away, the combination of her sibling’s warm breath against her skin, Cassie’s comforting fingers intertwined with her own, and the barely-audible, rhythmic smacks of her sister’s lips echoing through her ears all doing wonders in making Vicki feel like her world truly was as stable as she felt it was before walking through that front door.

“There… feel any better?” Cassie’s look was one Vicki would want to see anytime she was feeling down, and her heart swelled in the knowledge that from now on, she actually could. They both giggled as Cassie bashfully rubbed the tip of her tongue across her lips, which had been completely plastered with a clear wet mix of her own saliva and Vicki’s tears.

“Yeah… I mean, yes, thank you… you’re so sweet, and… and you barely know me.”

“Well, Jeann—, er, sorry, mom and I have had a lot of time to talk already, and especially about you, so I… I feel like you’re not really a stranger at all, just someone I hadn’t met in person.”

“I hope I didn’t disappoint,” Vicki gulped, her face blush red.

Cassie again raised a hand to the side of Vicki’s face and twirled her fingers through the tips of the brunette’s hair.

“God no… you’re even better than I imagined…”

A short, muffled cough punctuated the twin girls’ deepening reverie, and both turned to look at their mom, smiling down at them.

“You two can hang out later for as long as you want, but… Vicki, you deserve an explanation, and hopefully you… you’ll still speak to me at the end of all this.”

Vicki and Cassie shifted their bodies as close together as possible, each sister finding profound comfort in the other’s tight proximity. Cassie tilted her head and nestled it into Vicki’s shoulder, letting out a contented sigh only audible to the two of them.

“So… you’ll be interested to know that Cassie was the one that reached out to me Friday afternoon. That’s why I was late coming home, I was talking to her, confirming that what she said was true, organizing travel and meeting plans… but I didn’t want to tell you until… I don’t know, until I had more concrete information, until I actually… knew it was really my other daughter, your sister… the one I gave up when you two were born.”

“…The one you…?”

“Yes… it was a… decision made by a very young, very scared girl, a first time mom of beautiful twin girls, who felt more alone than any other time in her life, who had nothing, who was barely able to istanbul escort bayan take care of herself, and was terrified that… that… she just couldn’t do it, couldn’t protect, couldn’t provide for two babies. It was a decision I’ve regretted my entire life, and one I’ve tried to hide from you, Vicki, because I couldn’t bare to face your disappointment in me, and for splitting up you and your sister.”

“How… how did you decide which…?”

Jeannie let out a loud sniff, the first of many, the memories of that day clearly still vivid and painful.

“I couldn’t decide on my own, you were both such angels, and… and… just like now, God, you two couldn’t stand to be separated. So I… I flipped a coin.”

“Mom!”

“I know… Cassie’s already yelled at me about it, trust me, I know, it sounds awful. It was awful… I was awful…”

“…Mom… no… don’t say that…”

“No, it’s true, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you, Vicki, and to you, Cassie… you will never know how sorry I am… I made sure she was taken in by good people… but I couldn’t know any details, I couldn’t bring myself to… this had to be a clean break, for me… and I thought at the time, for her…”

Vicki looked down to her left, where Cassie’s head rested against her. She didn’t want her sister to ever move.

“So… Cassie… how did you… was there something that…?”

Cassie tilted her head up just enough to make eye contact with Vicki. Droplets of tears leaked around the edges of her sister’s lower eyelids, and Vicki wanted nothing more than to return the favor her sister provided before and kiss them away.

“Well… mom already knows, and mom, please, it’s alright, please don’t cry… but I’ve lived in more than a few different foster homes over the years… nothing bad or anything, no creepy weirdos, y’know… but I’ve never felt that feeling that I’m… I don’t know how to put it into words, Vicki… that I’m ‘home’, where I’m supposed to be. No matter where I’ve lived, it always felt… temporary, even if I was there for years. Maybe it was just me feeling sorry for myself, I don’t know…”

Vicki squeezed her body as tight as she could against her sister. “Oh, Cassie, no, I’m sorry, I wish I knew…”

“Yeah, me too… but now you’re here… and mom’s here… we’re all back together again. It hasn’t even been a day, but this already feels like… what I’ve been missing, what I’ve been looking for.”

“So how did you…”

“Find Jea—mom? Sorry, I’m still getting used to that. I was allowed to see my adoption files once I turned eighteen, and once I had a name, which is all I really had, it just took a little bit of internetting to find where she worked, and so I… called her up. I needed to talk to her. I needed to meet my mother.”

A sharp grimace of deep-seated regret flashed on Jeannie’s face as she joined in.

“So we talked, I cried, a lot, and through the tears we figured it was best if I fly out to see her, and go from there. Vicki, I was going to fill you in on everything when I got back… no matter what happened, I promise, and neither of us expected Cassie to fly back with me when we talked, but I think we both knew the moment we saw each other… there was no way that wasn’t happening.”

“It’s true… the moment I saw mom’s eyes, and then her whole face, and then… all of her, walking towards me, I knew… I knew I had found my home.”

Cassie turned her face inward into the top of Vicki’s chest and erupted into sobs.

“…And then… when… and then when I learned I… had a sister… the same age as me… I’ve never felt happier in my… my entire life…”

Though she must have valiantly tried to maintain her composure for Vicki’s benefit for as long as she could once her sister arrived home, Cassie could hold out no longer. Her emotionally-wracked body convulsed in feeble twitches against Vicki’s, and muffled wails reverberated through the upper swells of Vicki’s enormous breasts. Vicki shifted her left arm from between their laps to around Cassie’s shoulder so she could actually hold her, and the two sisters—just like when they were only days old and again upon being reunited—found vital comfort in the other’s heat and touch.

The last thing Vicki expected to be doing this morning was sitting on the living room couch crying into her twin sister’s long blonde locks, as her newly-discovered sibling herself bawled directly into her chest, but in a weird way, Vicki knew she wouldn’t replace it with anything else in the world. If this is what it was going to be like having a sister, one so friendly and supportive and… intoxicating as Cassie, then nothing could possibly be better.

As the berry scent of Cassie’s hair wafted around her head, Vicki wondered how differently growing up would have been with Cassie by her side throughout. Would she and her mom still be as close as they were if there was another sister escort istanbul thrown into the mix? Would Kimmy Lustergaard still be as awful to her if she also had Cassie Tate to deal with? Would her frighteningly rapid and considerable growth during puberty still have driven her to be a shy wallflower if she had a twin going through the exact same changes right there with her?

What kind of team could the two of them have made?

What kind of family could all three have nurtured?

Doused in the bittersweet knowledge of the time together the three had lost, Vicki’s, Cassie’s, and Jeannie’s cries bonded them together ever more at that moment, beyond their being mother and daughters, and a fire lit within each girl to make up for every day together they had been denied.

“God, what a mess we are,” laugh-cried Jeannie, as she wiped away the two glossy smears traveling down her cheeks.

Still cradling Cassie, Vicki looked up at her mom through misty eyes. Unspoken dialogue raced back and forth between them, about their recent incestuous lovemaking, their shared desire to keep Vicki’s stomach and womb flooded with Jeannie’s potent semen, their dreams of mutual lactation, Vicki’s need to wrap her lips around her mom’s giant girlcock, Jeannie’s longing to fuck her daughter any way she wanted, and the joy they both received from bringing each other to one spectacular orgasm after another.

Vicki knew that none of those things could be addressed in any way for the time being, and silent cues from her mom told her she was on the same page. Plus, there were more pressing matters.

“So, is she staying with us forever, or…?” Vicki lowered her face to kiss the top of Cassie’s head. She smelled so good. “You don’t have to go back, do you? Please… say you don’t…”

As Cassie twisted her body back around to sit back next to Vicki, Jeannie conceded, “That… is entirely up to her. Though, of course, I hope—”

“Of course I’m staying,” Cassie chimed.

She faced her sister directly, their heads only inches apart. Vicki’s and Cassie’s parted lips, each pair so kissable and alluring, matched each other’s perfectly in size and shape, as did their cute noses, and their big blue eyes. Vicki’s again darted all over Cassie’s face, afraid to look like she was staring. It truly was like looking into a mirror, only so much better, because the girl looking back was real, and gorgeous, and was looking back at her with the exact same shy intensity.

“Vicki… now that I’ve seen you, touched you… tasted you, I can’t bear to lose you ever again. I want us to be best friends, to be the closest sisters we can be… I want to share my entire life with you… my secrets, my passions, my loves… and… and you would make me so happy if you felt even a tenth the same way.”

Cassie’s right knee brushed against Vicki’s left.

The tips of Cassie’s fingers skated across Vicki’s palms.

Cassie’s big toe traced a slow circle around Vicki’s left ankle.

A dull buzz radiated through Vicki’s mind as the soft pressure of Cassie’s huge breasts pressed against Vicki’s own heavy tits, the thin fabrics of their t-shirt and sundress imperceptible between their racks. Vicki’s nipples begged and pleaded to be let free from the tight confines of her top with each gentle slide of Cassie’s bulging titflesh across their rapidly-swelling tips.

“Oh God, Cassie, of course… we have so much to learn about each other, so much fun to have together… I’d be the happiest girl in the world if you stayed with us, and I want us to do everything together, every day, from here on out. I don’t think I’m ever going to stop loving having you as my sister.”

Again, the twins embraced, their need to keep in physical contact with each other overwhelming.

“And mom,” Cassie said, as she gracefully pulled away from Vicki, “I know we have a lot still to work through, and I know things might be tough sometimes, and I know you and Vicki aren’t used to having a third girl living here full-time, taking up a bunch of space, but I really want us to be the family… we always should have been, er, oh, you know what I mean, sorry…”

Jeannie wiped underneath her eyes. “No, you’re… you’re absolutely correct. Seeing you and Vicki together, sitting there together, seeing how quickly you two bonded… I can tell that you two are going to make each other very happy, and that warms my heart more than you can know. I don’t want the rest of yours, and Vicki’s, lives hindered in any way, by a rash decision I made all those years ago. Your joy… Vicki’s joy… hate me as much as you want, both of you, I deserve it, but as long as the both of you love and support each other, I will want nothing more.”

“Mom…!” “No, don’t say…!”

Both Vicki and Cassie leapt from the couch towards their mom, her tear-stained face emanating a complicated mix of sadness and pride and regret and solace and hopefulness. The two teenage girls swarmed her body and wrapped their arms all around her as she sat between them on the living room table. Both sisters held their mom tight, their faces nestled into both sides of Jeannie’s warm, sweetly-perfumed neck. Minutes ticked by as both her daughters punctuated a sobby babble of ‘We-love-yous’ and ‘It’s-okays’ with dozens of comforting kisses upon her skin.

“I’m off up to bed then.” announced my wife, Tracey, at 11pm when the tv show we were watching ended. “Ok then love, I’ll be up in a little while.” I replied, knowing full well I was intending on staying down a lot longer and probably end up sleeping on the settee, as I was increasingly doing those days. She wasn’t really expecting me up anytime soon, she’d gotten used by now to having the bed to herself, it was a blessed relief for her to not have to be kept awake by my snoring I suppose. We were both in our mid fifties, which isn’t that old but intimacy in the bedroom between us just seemed to be getting less frequent, even though we had the house to ourselves since our only daughter, Catherine, had grown up and flown the nest.

Tracey had a mildly irritating tendency to sometimes pop back down soon after she’d gone up because she’d forgot something or other. Once I was sure she was settled and not coming back down, I put the “Honey suite” channel on, one of those late night adult chat channels. I don’t ring in, I just watch the hot young women on there showing their stuff, before settling down to sleep. This was becoming my nightly routine.

On one particular night, when I switched on to the channel, immediately there was a close up shot of a glorious pair of tanned perky tits filling the entire screen. The girl was rubbing them with her hands and jiggling them up and down. The camera then zoomed out a little to show more of her body, but not her head yet. She was the most perfect type of babe you could possibly imagine, like a Baywatch era Pamela Anderson; tanned all over and with a perfect womanly figure. Her screen name was “Lexy.” I had my hand down my sweatpants tugging my hardened cock as I watched her gyrating around in just a thong.

The camera then zoomed manavgat escort out a little further still, finally showing her face. I froze for a moment, stunned. It can’t be! I thought to myself. It can’t be!…but it was…It was our daughter, Catherine!

She was 26 years old and had left home a couple of years ago. She had trained to be a veterinary technician, following in her mother’s footsteps, but she also decided that she wanted to capitalise on her looks by doing some modelling around it. As the modelling work gradually began to snowball, to her mother’s dismay, her studies to become a vet started to go on to the backburner and eventually fizzled out.

She was in a relationship and living with a man 25 years her senior. He is a good bloke, despite the age gap between her and Catherine, I get on well with him, and Tracey was very fond of him too. He sold his successful business 10 years ago and he and Catherine were living in the “area manager belt” in the nice part of town, a world way from our house where she grew up; so she has done very well for herself in a way. Her mother accepts her glamour modelling but prefers not to dwell on it too much. We had no idea she was now working on the Honey suite channel though.

A part of me wanted to go upstairs and tell my wife Tracey that out daughter was doing this, but I refrained because it would devastate her if she knew, and then there is the small matter of what I was doing watching that channel in the first place, which would have been more than a bit awkward. So I decided it would be wise to keep it to myself.

I wasn’t sure what to do with this hard on I had given that It was my daughter on the screen. I changed channel to try and watch something else manavgat escort bayan but my curiosity got the better of me and I ended up switching back.

There she was, doing her thing, she looked so happy enjoying her body, and it was a great body, she really had become a magnificent woman. I was proud of her.

I stayed up later than I normally would, watching Catherine, or should that be Lexy?! It felt a bit wrong but my eyes were all over her and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t getting a little hardened as she writhed and snaked her womanly hips seductively.

By now it was 2:am and It went to an obligatory 30 minute preview of Honey Suite’s services, which I suppose was an opportunity for the girl on shift to get a break. I thought about calling it a night and going to sleep. I don’t know what compelled me to do it but I sent her a text. “Hey, I’ve been watching, you look great.” I put, with a smiley emoji. I immediately regretted it; she must have been mortified. She responded almost immediately.

“Oh hello daddy tee hee. Didn’t know you watched Honey Suite. You horny devil, does mum know.” she put, with a devil emoji.

This was a typical reaction from Catherine; ever since she was a girl, whenever she was caught doing something she would always own up and own the situation.

“I’m going to sleep, give us a wave when you come back on.” I texted back.

“Ok, will do. xxxx”

At around 2:30 she was back on, and true to her word she blew a kiss and waved at me through the screen, before getting down to business, taking calls and shaking her stuff. I got hard again but this time without any shame. I sat there stroking myself off looking at my daughter’s fine ass. That husband of hers escort manavgat is a lucky man, I thought to myself.

The line must have been free as she was looking at the camera wiggling the phone to encourage someone to call, so I decided to ring the number; I spoke to a call handler, not telling her that I was “Lexy’s” dad of course, and to my surprise I was put straight through to her.

“Hello love.” I said. She recognised my voice straight away which caused her to blush a little. Knowing the call handlers are listening in, I just acted like a regular caller. “My cock is rock hard.” I said. She opened her mouth and simulated sucking me off, I played along at my end and began tugging at my cock imagining it was in her mouth while on screen her head was going up and down. “hmmm, good girl.” she heard me say through the receiver.

“Let me shag you from behind,” I said to her. With a sultry smile she got herself into a doggy position with her ass pointing towards the camera. “Give it to me, darling!” She said to me over the phone. I tugged even harder on my cock as I imagined I was pounding her as she was doing a thrusting motion at me on screen.

“Oh god, yeah!” She heard me say as I tugged away at my cock.

“Come on, fuck me!”

“Oh, yeah” I tugged harder!

“FUCK ME!”

“Oooohh yeeeeaah!” Tugging faster and harder still. I was ready to cum at this point!

“CUM IN ME, COME ON BABY!” She screamed at me down the phone.

“Aaaaaaaaaagh!” She heard me shoot my load.

“Oh that hot cum feels so nice in my pussy” she said to me as I emptied the last of what I had onto the living room floor. I then abruptly ended the call.

I was looking at her on screen. She spun around to face the camera; her hair was stuck to her face and she looked quite flustered as she blew me another kiss and waved goodbye at me through the screen.

I turned off the tv and went to sleep very contented and satisfied having had virtual sex with a gorgeous young woman who just happened to be my daughter. How I would feel about her the next time we meet in person I didn’t know. Only time would tell.

Let me start out by saying Skip is not special…he is convinced that he somehow bumbled in to his predicament, but honestly he followed a well designed path that yields the same result every time…a guy naked and on his knees, his dick is hard and drooling, and he is agreeing to everything and anything I tell him to get his mouth on my dick. Nothing about his experience was spontaneous, unintentional, or unique to him from my perspective.

First, about me…I am a regular guy, I am bi, and I do have a huge cock. It is about 10.5″ hard; it reaches well past my navel and is so thick I can’t get my hand around it, not even close. When I am with women I am a normal, very patient and passionate lover. The patient part is mandatory, with a dick like mine you have to take it real slow and easy. My only quirk when I am with a lady is I will admit I love being in a good position to see their reaction when my huge hose flops out of my pants…whether I am standing or they are kneeling, I like to see their look of awe and raw lust when they see it for the first time. But otherwise, what I want is good, straight, vanilla sex.

With guys it is a completely different story. The only thing that makes me hot, the only way I am interested in pulling it out for another guy, is when I can force him to completely, totally humiliate himself in hopes of sucking me off. Call it primitive and evil, but completely emasculating the other guy, forcing him to admit his inferiority and then pushing the envelope as far as I feel like is what makes me hot.

So back to Skip. Skip was an absolute prime target. His emails were completely transparent; he is a class A1 big dick hound. Every guy on the net exaggerates his dick size, and Skip’s claim of six inches had me rounding down to five. When I spun my web, sent him the pictures, I knew by the tone of his emails that the hook was set real good. That’s when the game starts, because I know that a guy sitting at a keyboard with a hard on staring at pictures of my cock is pretty helpless. When he admitted his deceit, as I force all of them to do, and conceded he was closer to four inches than six, something in me clicked and I decided to give him the full treatment.

Skip is a good looking guy. Tall, thin and athletic looking, kind of preppy, fortyish. He is looks like a successful guy. When he arrived at my place I had my game face on. Friendly enough in a cold, detached way. I don’t want them to be afraid, but I want to keep them off balance and establish right away who is the boss. He arrived at the door having already signed away his orgasm. Unless I am feeling generous, I usually operate by a 7″ rule. I tell every guy that he is signed up to suck me off twice, and I don’t reciprocate. What I tell them next varies. If a guy is 7 inches or more I tell him he is free to jerk burdur escort himself off, usually I insist they go to the bathroom to do it. The little dicked guys, guys under 7 inches, I am particularly cruel to…they know up front that the deal is completely one way. They service, they get really hot and desperate to cum, and they leave that way. While they all know that deal coming in the door, every guy thinks I will change my mind and let them jack off in a post orgasmic moment of weakness. So Skip and his 4 inches came in the door having agreed to leave frustrated.

Skip stood awkwardly at the door while I appraised him silently. I let the silence linger uncomfortably; I always catch them sneaking a peak at my crotch. Finally I direct them to strip right there at the door, clothes in a pile on the floor. I always stand and watch, this is the first step in their humiliation. A guy never feels as naked as he does when the other guy is fully dressed. About half of the guys are already semi-erect at this point, they always pretend not to notice. Skip fell in to the other group. As his clothes fell in to a self consciously neat pile it was obvious he wasn’t looking forward to baring his dick. He turned his back as his Jockeys slid down, and finally turned to face me but wouldn’t make eye contact.

Skip has a nicely shaped dick. Nicely proportioned, straight, well formed head. However, it is the smallest dick of any guy I have put through this treatment. Completely flaccid, it appears to be about 2 inches. Part of me was fascinated in an anthropological kind of way, but my more primitive self was deeply affected. I almost felt an indignation, a need to truly punish this guy who so ardently pursues well hung guys, knowing full well that what he is offering in return is a very poor trade. Skip needed to learn a lesson. I directed Skip to the playroom to be fluffed.

Every guy spends about 10 minutes in my playroom waiting for me, mostly to reinforce who has the power. All of them are naked, and all of them are told to stand while they are waiting. I have a 60″ television in the playroom, and I always have some very hot straight porn playing. Lots of huge cocks and big tits flopping around, and the result is always the same. After a good wait, I always walk in to the playroom fully dressed and find a guy standing awkwardly in the middle of the room now sporting a full erection. If it is humiliating to be naked in front of a fully dressed guy, standing in front of him with your dick hard is borderline painful for most guys. It really reinforces who holds the power in the situation.

Skip was in worse shape than most guys at this point. I walked in to the playroom, and it took all my self control to stifle a laugh. Like most guys, Skip was standing awkwardly in the middle burdur escort bayan of the room. I had made him wait a little longer than most, and it clearly paid dividends. Skips cock was now stretched to its maximum length and breadth, painfully hard looking and twitching. It pointed well north of horizontal, and had an abundant glistening drop of pre cum. He had a slight flush to his pale skin, and his breathing was noticeably a bit heavy. I flopped on the sofa and asked him if he enjoyed the movie, pretending I hadn’t noticed his rigid cock. His voice was hoarse and thick with need. Even fully engorged, his cock is startling for its small size. Eventually my curiosity couldn’t be contained, he measures about 4.25 inches.

It is at this point that, from my perspective, the fun really begins. I am sitting on the sofa wearing a pair of jeans that snugly highlight my thick cock, knowing that guys like Skip have radar lock on my package. I torment them just a little bit by continuing to ignore them in their uncomfortable state as I watch a little of the movie and allow my dick to plump up just a little. Now is when I go for the jugular…now is when I start reaping the benefits of putting a guy like Skip in such a desperate state that we both know he will do anything I demand to earn access to my cock.

First I need to continue to reinforce how completely one sided this arrangement will be, and my rule that forbids him from touching his own cock is very powerful that way. Every guy reacts the same way as I coolly inform him that if I catch him touching his cock at any time I will shut this whole thing down right away. They all can’t help but to glance down helplessly at their painfully rigid dicks, and in the same way an itch you cannot scratch is so maddening, realize a desperate need for even just a couple of strokes to help with their frustration. Skip was no different, but he actually let out a small but quite audible groan as a drip of precum strung downward and mumbled a commitment at my insistence that his dick was off limits.

This is when I diverged from my usual ritual, and decided to try something I had always fantasized about. Skip was clearly so aroused at this point that he could be abused to a degree that I had longed to try, and immediately decided this was that opportunity. I dropped the bomb on Skip…he was on his knees on my hard floor thinking that this submissive position clearly was the path to my dick. How wrong he was…I lectured him for his dishonesty about his size, forcing him to apologize repeatedly and dramatically described how angry I was that he was my only option for a blowjob when there were lots of hung guys out there. He flushed when I informed him he would be sucking me bareback, that his lack of honesty didn’t deserve escort burdur ‘condom privileges’. His esteem badly battered, but his erection unrelenting, I went for it. I told Skip he would be signing up to service me not just this evening, but over six sessions, take it or leave it. To ensure his compliance, he was to retrieve my digital camera so we could get some photos of him in his aroused and submissive state.

Skip clearly looked panicked. While he had resigned himself to pretty much take whatever humiliation he had to endure, handing over such powerful control which would endure beyond being used and abused this one evening frightened him. From his knees, his head only a foot from my denim clad crotch, he sputtered but continued to stare at my bulge. His hardon twitched and bounced helplessly, clearly enslaving his thinking. I slowly unsnapped my jeans and drew my zipper down. Skip’s mouth hung open, he was literally panting and unbeknownst to him his hips were humping in a slow rhythm. I pulled up the waistband of my boxer briefs, reached in and hefted my thick cock up from my pant leg and left it lolling sideways covered in cotton. The outline extended to my hip and the girth stretched the briefs obscenely. Skip knew better than to attempt to touch what he so desperately craved, and let out a brief muted wail of frustration. I knew he was broken.

“Skip, the camera…or get dressed and leave.” Skip climbed to his feet, it was clear that getting dressed was not an option. As he walked to the far side of the room his tiny cock swayed side to side, in his state I am sure even that swaying created debilitating need for relief. I made no attempt to make this easy for him, it was clear my chuckling was delight with the collapse of his dignity. He walked back, head down and handed the camera to me. I forced him to ask me to take the pictures, then made him retrieve a ruler so we could document his puny cock that now drooled steadily.

The photos started out pretty straight forward…full frontal, side view with instructions that made it clear that his face was clearly in the picture. We put a ruler on his dick as I began forcing him to admit that a guy with a 6 inch dick would never have to tolerate this kind of degradation. His ass and hanging balls gave us a nice set to start my collection.

Skip did spend much of the evening on his knees on my hard floors. I didn’t allow him to retain any dignity as performed for me, pleaded for my cock endlessly, and went through several more rounds of photos that are safely filed on my computer. Ultimately, he did get his reward, and did demonstrate very good oral skills as he brought me to two powerful orgasms. I cruelly held off my second orgasm for a very long time, enjoying his sweat soaked exhaustion, aching jaw and knees as he slobbered over my huge tool. Even in his depleted aching state his own cock never showed any mercy, and he begged pitifully for relief from his tiny erection. The collapse of his self esteem was so complete, his begging for the right to masturbate so humiliating, that I was nearly inspired to demand a third session on his knees…

Caryn was surprised when Reets came home from work and slammed the door. Well, before the new owner bought the bar where Reets worked it was a regular occurrence, but since Myn bought it, Reets has been coming home actually happier and more energized than when she left. While the responsibility was greater, so were the rewards, including positive feedback and financial. Hearing her slam the door was a surprise.

“Hey love?”

“Hi Caryn, you didn’t need to stay up.”

“I know, but you also know that I napped after Rei went down. Bad night?”

“No, actually a really good one, the band was great, the floor went smooth. Shirley’s friend is working out real well.” Reets thought back to the night and realized that it really was a very good night. Everything went like clockwork, the place was busy enough to keep everyone moving, but no one got overwhelmed. Curtis, the bouncer, had next to nothing to do and Jamie, one of the bar-backs, drove a couple home that had over-indulged. All in all one excellent night, with one small exception — Myn.

“Myn was there, wasn’t she?”

“How did you know? Oh nevermind, of course you would know. Yes, she was there, the first time she did more than just stop by in over a month. I should have realized it when Chris scheduled a night off.” Reets said shaking her head.

Caryn smiled to herself. She had watching her lover dance this little dance for several months now. She knew how Myn affected her and even understood it more completely than Reets would realize.

“You are off Friday, right?”

“Yea, Friday and Sat, although I am on call for Saturday if it gets busy.”

“Perfect. I called Caroline, we are going out!” Caroline was Rei’s favorite babysitter. She lived two houses down and was perfect with 8 year-old Rei. Caryn and Reets had met Caroline’s parents and while her Dad seemed to be a little reserved, Caroline’s Mom didn’t seem to mind her babysitting for a lesbian couple. Caryn thought that Caroline’s Dad was slowly coming to grips, especially since the house had been empty for over a year before Reets and Caryn moved in and since moving in they had fixed it up. Carol, Caroline’s Mom, didn’t seem to have any reservations at all. The same can’t be said for all the neighbors, but no one was saying or doing anything hurtful or even harsh.

“Were you planning on asking me?”

“No, not really; I am stealing your Friday night and maybe Saturday morning. Caroline will be prepared to spend the night. Her Mom said she might come over and the two of them can raid our movie collection without having to hear snide crack from Mark about ‘chic-flics’.”

“So where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Caryn . . .”

“Cool your jets, love, I am taking you someplace neither of us had ever been.”

“I am too tired to argue with you. OK, Friday is yours. If it sucks I will blame you!”

“That’s the spirit!”

Since it was about 3AM, Reets took a quick shower to get the cigarette smell off her body and crawled into bed, spooning up to Caryn. Caryn spun around and the two of them fit together like they had from the very beginning. They would fall asleep like this, but sometime during the night separate and end up facing away from each other. For some reason, they always fell asleep entwined. However tonight, Caryn wasn’t too interested in sleeping.

She reached over and started stroking Reets’ hip, she couldn’t see the smile form on Reets’ face, but when she pushed tighter against her, scissoring their legs together, she knew her lover wasn’t completely out of sorts. The darkness was no barrier as she felt Reets’ hands on her, hands that knew her body so well, yet could still bring her the passionate heights. She felt her push her leg up and then she raised herself above Caryn, their pussies pressed against each other as she felt her kiss her ankle and hold tight to her leg as she ground into Caryn.

Caryn reached up and slid her hands under Reets’ sleep shirt, teasing her breasts and pulling a little on her nipples. She didn’t want to prolong anything mainly because she woke up from a nap shortly before Reets had gotten home and woke up more than a little bit horny. She had a dream about her and had woken up hot, wet, and wishing Reets was already home.

The well-lubricated friction felt so good, she knew she was making some noises. Reets always teased her about the noises she made while making love, but she never really heard herself. Her hands tightened on Reets’ breasts and Reets took that as a sign she was getting close. She really bore down, the now soaked panties added to the feeling.

Reets loved nothing more than feeling her lover cumming. Even after the frustrations of the day, feeling Caryn beneath her and hearing all the sexy moans and groans of her lover was enough to set of her own orgasm.

. . . . .

The next day, Reets went back to bed after putting Rei on her bus. Caryn headed for her job in the city. On the way she put on her Bluetooth headset and hit a speed dial on her cell.

“Morning trabzon escort Sal, it happened again.”

“I figured you would be calling. Yea, here too, it was almost funny to see Myn so off-kilter.”

“I told Reets I was taking her someplace new on Friday.”

“Are you sure? They might get a little pissed off at us for interfering.”

“They might, but we can’t let them keep going like this. Reets is practically beside herself and even Rei can see a difference on days after Reets and Myn had to interact.”

“I know the feeling; Chris even called me about it last week. He doesn’t know what’s up, but he knows Myn isn’t as hands-on with the bar as he expected. His words were like she was trying to avoid something. I think he was fishing to see if there was something he could do. I also think you are right, it’s time. Are you bringing Rei?”

“I thought about it, but decided Reets might use her as a distraction. I think I want her to be able to focus on Myn.”

“OK, but next week I want to see Rei as well. She’s a doll!”

OK Sal, if this works.”

“You do realize this is more than a bit dangerous?”

“Somewhat, but I know she loves me.”

“And Myn loves me. I’m not worried about that. I am just worried about their tempers. Myn has one that rarely shows, but when it does — it’s Katy bar the door!”

“So how do we handle it?”

“As a matter-of-fact, I have a few ideas on that.”

. . . . .

Friday came and after ensconcing Carol, Caroline, and Rei with a huge bowl of popcorn along with several movies which would have bored the hell out of Mark, Caryn and Myn headed out toward the city.

“Rei loved the idea of a ‘Ladies Night’ and felt so grown-up. I wonder if she’ll even realize the first movie was for her and she’ll be in bed before they hit the real chic-flics.”

“She’ll have a blast! She always does and both Carol and Caroline love her. So, where are we going?”

“We are going to dinner and then we will see from there.”

They pulled up outside of a 4-story apartment building. Reets looked at Caryn with a raised eyebrow because there wasn’t a restaurant or club in sight. Caryn knew exactly what her lover was thinking and she grinned a very sneaky little grin. Reets didn’t say anything because she knew that look and realized Caryn was playing the surprise angle to the hilt. She refused to give her any satisfaction by asking anything.

As they walked up to the building, Caryn carrying a bottle of wine, Reets realized that it was an old building, but it excellent shape, just like both sides of the block she could see. The neighborhood was a nice one, several newer cars on the street, some mature trees lined both sides; it had an old feel, yet a very comfortable one. Caryn buzzed them in and ‘accidently’ covered the mailbox so Reets didn’t get a chance to see the name. The responding buzz happened so quickly that Reets knew they were expected. They took the elevator up to the top floor. There were 4 apartment doors off a short hallway past the elevator. As they exited the small elevator, one of the apartment doors toward the front of the building opened. Reets stopped short as a familiar long and lean woman stood there with a welcoming expression on her face. They’d only met once, but there was no way Reets didn’t recognize Myn’s lover.

Sally looked at Caryn and Rita and saw Reets freeze up in recognition. She knew this was going to be the hardest part of the evening. Before she could say anything, Myn joined her at the door and she stiffened as well. Like Reets, Myn had no idea who was coming to dinner– only that it was important to Sally.

Myn had been more than a little surprised that Sally wanted to use their upstairs apartment. Myn owned the building and maintained two apartments. One was on the second floor and it was a modern apartment, with all the amenities including the Internet and several flat screens, and the one they usually used for entertaining. The top-floor apartment was their personal space and one they protected with a vengeance. Having a small dinner party up there would normally be reserved for very close friends and never, ever business. In a flash Myn realized what Sally was up to and she wasn’t sure she was happy about it. But she knew her lover well and any temper would be met with an innate stubbornness that always surprised her. Instead of getting angry, she looked down for a moment and then she looked up and put a resigned smile on her face.

“Hi Rita, Hi Caryn, you might as well come in. Long and Tall here has some explaining to do!”

Rita lagged behind and Caryn practically had to drag her.

“You didn’t know either, did you?” Myn asked Rita and she passed her into the apartment.

Reets couldn’t speak just yet. Her anger was much closer to the surface. She felt sandbagged and more than a little annoyed. Caryn saw it in the stiffness in her back and the jerkiness in her movements. She held her breath for a moment as they crossed the threshold into heaven, for that was trabzon escort bayan the only description their living room that would ever fit.

“No Myn, Caryn didn’t tell me who we were dining with. She does love her little surprises.” Reets answered through clenched teeth.

“I think both our partners have been conspiring together.”

“I think you are right. The question is what do we do about it?”

Myn paused. Sally and Caryn were deeper in the apartment; Rita was still standing near the door. She thought furiously for a moment and then smiled a genuine smile at Reets.

“Come on!” She grabbed Rita’s hand and pulled her out of the apartment before Sally or Caryn could react. Instead of the elevator, she pulled her to the stairs and they ran pell-mell down two floors and Myn took her into another apartment. This one was less like the antique-filled slice of heaven Reets had glimpsed so briefly.

They stood there looking at each other and then both of them started laughing.

“Come on in. We can talk here and maybe annoy our partners a bit!”

Myn sat back in a comfortable looking chair and waved Reets toward a matching couch.

“Who’s apartment is this?”

“Oh it’s mine. I actually own the building. I have this one and my more personal space upstairs. That’s where Sally and I live. I use this one for other things. Upstairs is more private, which is what my tall lover had in mind.”

“I don’t know what Caryn expected, but you and I rushing out sure wasn’t part of the plan. Did you see the look on her face?”

“Nope, I was too busy running. Sal is faster than I am and she might have beaten us here if she put her mind into it.”

“So she will know where we are?”

“More than likely, unless she thinks we left the building.” A phone rang.

“And that would be her, but I think we can ignore that for a bit. She won’t get worried for a while. She knows that we won’t kill each other. We might want to kill them, but not each other.”

Reets looked down. “So now what?”

“I guess we need to look at why our lovers felt the need to blindside us like this. I had no idea who was coming over. I was surprised when she wanted to eat upstairs, which hinted to me it was personal, but when I saw you two I was shocked, as I am sure was the plan.”

“I think I was as surprised as you were. When Sally opened the door, I wanted to either run or kill Caryn. I’m not sure how to explain to Rei how Caryn’s body ended up in a dumpster somewhere, but it was tempting.”

The two ladies paused and looked at each other, neither sure how to broach the great big elephant that was sitting in the middle of the room.

Meanwhile upstairs. . .

“Well that didn’t go as planned.” Said Sally with a slightly exasperated tone.

Caryn recovered from her surprise of Myn and Reets running out the door quickly and looked at her partner-in-crime. “Sally, if anyone ever calls you a Mistress of Over-statement, they are lying.”

“Quick, peek out the front window; tell me if they leave the building.” Sally said as she moved to the door and checked the hall.

“No, I don’t see them.”

“OK, then I know where they are going, Myn has another apartment on the second floor.”

“Are they going to kill each other?”

“No way, Caryn, at least not yet; they might be contemplating our murder.”

Caryn turned from the window and wrapped her arms around herself and looked down at the carpet. Sally looked at her and came across the room. “You OK?”

“Just a little nervous.”

Sally gathered the younger girl into a tender hug. “There is nothing for you to worry about. Rita loves you! She’s just not sure how to handle her feelings for anyone else, especially someone like my Myn.”

“How do you do this? I mean, that’s your lover downstairs with my lover and you are OK with it. It frightens me!”

“Caryn, it shouldn’t. To be honest, Myn and I have had other girls in our bed. It’s never frivolous or a one-night stand. It’s always someone . . . or a couple . . . we are friends with, care a great deal about, and in our own way . . . love. I can’t cage Myn anymore than I think you can cage Rita.”

“It’s still scary.”

“Maybe, but there is something you aren’t considered. When you let go of your fears and any lingering insecurities, form a mental image of Rita and Myn together.”

“I don’t understand.”

Sally stood behind Caryn and whispered to her in her most gentle voice. “Picture the two of together and see just how hot they will look. Lose the negative mindset and let yourself get turned on to the possibilities.”

Caryn seemed to tighten up for a second and a small shudder went through her. “Oh fuck!” “Exactly!”

. . . . .

Myn got up and retrieved a small remote. A couple of clicks later the room filled with gentle sound, a slow song, slow and romantic. Myn stood on front of Reets with a hand out. “Dance with me?”

Reets hesitated.

Myn smiled slightly and almost sadly. “Neither of us seem escort trabzon to have the words so rather than sit here in a very uncomfortable silence, I want to dance with you.”

Reets touched her hand and stood. They moved around the room slowly in perfect time to the slow song. They started in a pose that could be described as dancing school classic. Two hands clasped and their other hands touching each other between the shoulder and hip. There was enough room between them that you could have driven a Prius through the gap. Reets looked right at Myn’s neck, appearing too nervous to meet her eyes. Myn looked slightly down at her partner and couldn’t help but smile to herself.

As the dance went on, Reets relaxed more. There was no pressure, only the beautiful music and the gentle leading from Myn. It took several minutes, but gradually Reets started losing herself to the music and she closed her eyes as Myn lead her around the floor. With little thought, they also slowly narrowed the gap and the two women discovered that physically they were well matched as their bodies contacted so smoothly that neither of them consciously noticed it until several minutes after they came together.

“You know, Sally and I fit together like this as well. I bet you and Caryn do as well.” Myn said quietly.

“We do. It was one of the things that attracted me when we first met.”

“That was us as well. Sal just clicked into place when we sat next to each other on the couch upstairs.”

“With Caryn we were crashed on a floor during Spring Break.”

They talked about a number of inconsequential things as the music segued from song to song, all slow, gentle songs perfect for dancing close together. The dancing and the conversation seemed to relax both ladies. Reets actually put her head on Myn’s shoulder and relaxed completely into a moment as conversation lagged.

When the music finally came to an end, Reets turned her face toward Myn and was not surprised at all when they kissed. What did surprise her was the feeling that crashed through her. The kiss broke though any barriers the two of them had put up. As they caught their breath, one of them uttered an “Oh My God!” which was echoed from the doorway where both Sally and Caryn stood.

Neither were embarrassed, Reets looked at them and glared. Myn managed a few words. “How long have you two been standing there?”

“Long enough, do you two have any idea how sexy you looked dancing, let alone mentioning that kiss?” Sally said trying to hold in her humor.

Caryn had no trouble forming words, “I have to give it a 9 for technical execution, but a 10 on artistic interpretation.”

The four of them paused for a moment and then started laughing.

Later, after repairing to the dinner that had been waiting for them upstairs, the four of them sat on the couch and loveseat in the living room. Myn talked about the décor in the apartment, Sally shared a few cooking secrets about the meal they just ate. Caryn told some hilarious stories about her work and Myn shared a few waitressing stories and even working Spring Break. As they sipped some excellent wine, they all seemed to reach a point where casual conversation started being a way to evade the main subject at hand.

“So now what?” Reets asked.

Caryn looked at her lover, knowing how hard it was for her to even say this much. “It depends on what you want, love?”

Myn broke in, “There’s no reason to make any decisions. Right now we are two couples who happen to enjoy each others’ company. Rita, I really am attracted to you, but Sally is the love of my life. Her handling this proves it! Caryn, I’m not sure if you and Rita have a similar relationship, but I think you are heading in that way. I mean, you and Sal set us up knowing something was going to happen. It might have been explosive!”

“Oh I think it was explosive!” Sally chimed in.

“Oh shut up!” came three voices nearly in unison.

“I just think you are all taking this too seriously. Myn, are you going to be having an affair with Rita behind Caryn’s and my backs?” “Of course not?”

“Rita?”

“No!”

“So that means you will be having one in front of us; which means we need to be thankful we have a very large bed!”

Caryn giggled and Reets looked at her. “Baby it beats the floor in a cheap motel during Spring Break!” Reets had to smile at the memory of the first time they made love.

Sally was the first to move. She held out a hand to Caryn, which surprised both Myn and Reets. “You three have been so wrapped up in yourselves that you forgot there was a 4th person involved here. And this person wanted to kiss mini-Myn here since I first saw her.” She said it with such an engaging grin. Caryn took her hand, much like Reets had downstairs. There was no preamble, no dancing, Sally pulled Caryn in close and just looked at her face for what felt like forever. Myn for the first realized something Sally had mentioned; about how much she and Caryn resembled each other. She never really saw it until she saw Caryn in Sally’s arms. Sally didn’t always notice, but their first night together, they had hugged and Myn caught sight of the two of them in a large mirror. She treasured that memory and to see it nearly re-enacted in front of her was surreal as well as sexy as hell.

After a hard day at the office…I had surfed through a truly hard and bad day at office.Everything had gone wrong from early morning; the coffee machine got broken; my secretary was in her second period day and she was totally upset; my slutty Boss was even worse with her own period; a dumb coworker had tried to fuck me in the bathroom and he had ended with a hard kick in his balls… and the worst news were that my beloved hubby called me to say he would leave in less than an hour, since he had an emergency trip outside of town.I managed to survive during afternoon and finally I was able to close all computer files and wave goodbye to other girls there…I sat down in my car and started the engine. At least my sweet car was going fine with me. I was so horny due to my bad day, so I pulled up my skirt to my waist and began rubbing my pussy lips through my cotton thong.Some bingöl escort moments later, I felt myself so wet, that I pulled aside the soaked thong and slid a finger up my damp cunt. The smell of my own pussy got me crazy. I had put a little vibrator in my purse.I normally kept it in the drawer at my desk; but today I had decided to get it with me, just in case. So I reached into my bag, knowing that I could not wait to feel the little device inside of me…I did not waste any time; I just rammed it in me and let out a moan. I kept on driving on the freeway but undid my white blouse and pinched my nipples so hard, that I cried for more. So, I returned to my wet cunt and slid the nice toy even deeper in me, doing it faster and faster, while rubbing my clit with my fingers.It then happened, before I could wait for it. I exploded feeling bingöl escort bayan my cunt in flames, letting out a long stream of pussy juices.I squirted so hard that the windshield was sprayed with my juices.Ten minutes later I pulled up at a gas station.I needed to use a bathroom and clean the windshield…As I came out from the ladies’ room, a handsome young black guy was cleaning the cum stains from all over the dashboard. I waited for him to finish and thanked him for the job.He smiled at me, asking if I needed some extra service. I did not understand what he wanted to say; but I suddenly followed my arousal and grabbed his dark hand. I then led him back to the ladies’ room. The poor guy tried to protest and struggled a bit; but he finally let me drag him into an empty bathroom stall…I fell to my knees and unzipped his fly, finding escort bingöl a huge black cock that was not hard yet. I just put the tip between my red lips and began licking that massive shiny dark thing.I was horny, so, as soon as he got hard, I stood up and lifted my skirt up my waist. The black guy smiled as he noticed I was not wearing any panties and he saw my exposed pussy lips were glistening. I turned around and bent over my waist, putting my hands on the wall.I just closed my eyes and braced myself, since I had felt that thing was a bit thick for my tight little cunt.He suddenly rammed that massive black cock in me from behind and I gasped in surprise and pain. But very soon, as he began pounding slowly, I started to feel pleasure.He did not come in me, but he thankfully made me come twice.My cunt was a bit sore but satisfied, after almost half an hour of slow motion pumping. I felt a little discomfort as he kept fucking me.So, I made him pull out and again I dropped to my knees.I sucked on that magnificent ebony cock until he came in my face.Back in my car, I thought that now I was relaxed enough… and ready to face another hard day at my office tomorrow…

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CHAPTER 1

It’s certainly not good for a supposedly happily married woman, to fall in love. That’s what happened to me, as I fell in love with a man, much younger to me. And, to make matter worse, the man with whom I fell in love, was none other than my own son. After remaining faithful to my husband for nearly twenty years, one fine day I found that I was interested in my own teenage son.

My feeling towards my son, Rahul had nothing to do with a motherly love; a mother has for her son. In contrast, I desperately wanted him between my thighs, thrusting his rigid love tool into my willing receptacle, driving me wild with joy and ecstasy. I badly wanted to feel his naked body lying next to me, his hands caressing my plump body, his fingers pinching my tits and exploring my sex.

When these thoughts started haunting me; in the beginning, I was deeply ashamed. I was terribly shocked how could I think about having sex with my own son, probably, the worst kind of sin. I spent numerous nights crying with shame, cursing myself. I prayed to God to help me to overcome my immoral thoughts. Time and again, I resolved to abolish my lewd thoughts.

However, the incestuous thoughts remained very potent and after every brief stint of remorse, the fantasies came back more strongly, Overwhelming even my toughest resolve.

I was well aware of the risks; my thoughts could bring on my family and myself in particular. Living in a traditionally orthodox South Asian country, I knew very well what could happen if my feeling towards my son become public. My married life would be ruined permanently, and I would be a pariah for rest of my life.

Nonetheless, I could not do away with my incestuous thoughts about my son. The sense of shame and guilt diminished over a period of time and finally, I succumbed to the temptation. I gave up my resistance and started enjoying my lewd thoughts about my son.

I convinced myself that I was only fantasizing, not actually doing anything with my son; thus my incestuous thoughts were no way going to harm anyone. Little did I know that it was a stepping-stone toward my full-fledged sexual relationship with my son? I started with fantasizing about my son while masturbating. To my surprise; I found that I was drawing immense pleasure out of it; I relished the terrific orgasms, every time it induced into my body.

I must admit that, my transformation from a simple stay at home mom to a horny slut didn’t happen in just one day. Only six months back, I was a dedicated housewife to my husband Deepak and a loving mother to my only son Rahul. Our marriage had already entered into its twentieth year, and most of the time our relationship was easy going. I never had any problem with my husband. Deepak was a good husband, a good father and he did everything to make us happy and I feel perhaps he overdid it.

I was only seventeen, when I got married to Deepak. Like most of the marriages in my country, our’s was also an arranged marriage. I had never met Deepak before our marriage. Deepak’s parents were old friend of my father. Once he completed his graduation, our families decided that we would be life partners.

I was initially apprehensive about our marriage, but I found that my fears were uncalled for. Deepak was a very handsome and good-natured young man, and above all he was a terrific lover.

We had our first intercourse, on the first night of our honeymoon. I didn’t have any sexual encounter before that night. Although, Deepak was older to me by seven years, he was also a virgin, quite natural in our country that time. I still remember when Deepak saw me naked for the first time; he was so excited that he shot his load, even before his cock could enter my pussy.

That was the first time, when I saw a rigid male organ, naked and throbbing, spewing drop after drop of hot seed onto my bush and belly. I enjoyed the feeling and I still relish the feel of hot cum drenching my body.

He was successful in his second attempt and I lost my maidenhood as he impaled his massive organ into my delicious cunt. I cried with pain as his cock popped my cherry, but soon the pain was replaced by a deep sense of exhilaration, and I went on enjoying my first intercourse tremendously. I still reveled in the feeling with the same fervor, the rhythmic plundering of Deepak’s bulbous cock into my slick pussy.

By the time, he fucked me for the second time; I knew in my heart that I was addicted to the newfound pleasure. We were staying at a hill station; we remained in our room through out our stay and did nothing other than making love again and again. We seldom moved out of our hotel and didn’t visit any place at all. As a result, when we returned home after our stay for two weeks, I was already pregnant with Rahul.

Deepak was an engineer with a good job and excellent salary. We moved to his place of posting; Mumbai, then known as Bombay. We had an excellent marital life, with lots of love and plenty of sex. kahramanmaraş escort Deepak and I always enjoyed sex and we never missed any single opportunity to jump into each other pants. My husband was an excellent lover and he always kept my horny pussy in satiated condition.

Our sexual life had a lot of petting, caressing, copulations but unfortunately, no oral simulation. We were not into it. Although a number of times, I watched porn movies with Deepak and I must admit that I was tempted to explore some of the new techniques shown in those movies. However, Deepak had a different opinion about it, It was not for the decent people to do those sort of things. I could never dare to ask him. I never sucked him and Deepak also never went down on me; he never tongued my pussy.

We both were from religious and orthodox families, and naturally such things were unheard in our families. We never discussed sex with our parents; I never knew whether my parent actually had sex. However, I was always tempted to little nasty things, and I was only the fear of my father, which forced me to keep my hymen intact till my marriage.

Our initial ten years were excellent. Deepak changed a number of jobs and finally, rose to the level of general manager in a company.

One day Deepak announced that he was quitting his job and setting up his own industry. He got loan from the bank and soon started his own little workshop. He had the knowledge of the field, good contacts at right places because of his earlier jobs, so his venture flourished and soon, he became a successful businessman. We purchased a new apartment in a posh area and shifted to our new accommodation.

Success always comes with a price and ours too had its price. The first casualty was our sex life. Deepak became more and more busy, sometimes working fourteen to sixteen hours a day. He became obsessed with success and that made him completely oblivious of his wife and his growing son, who was now in his puberty.

The frequency of our sexual encounter reduced drastically. Almost everyday Deepak would return very late at nights from his factory, exhausted and dead tired. After dinner he would immediately go to sleep, sometimes even without talking with me.

Initially, I was sympathetic to him. I could appreciate his busy schedule and felt that after all he was doing it for us. I tried to busy myself with my son, who was fast growing into handsome teenager. I looked after his studies and his other requirements that a teenager needed from his family.

However, the sex was like life nectar for me. From the very first day, when I lost my maidenhood, I had adored sex and soon I started feeling the pinch of it. My sex-starved body started showing the signs of it. I became more and more frustrated, and that resulted in numerous heated arguments with Deepak. Most of the time, he was empathic and we reconciled, but his priorities had changed and after some day of restraint, he would again go back to his old ways.

Finally, I realized the futility of our altercations and resigned to my fate. I was entering into my thirty-seventh year and Rahul had turned into a fine looking young man. He regularly participating in sports and he had a passion for bodybuilding.

He had developed a small gym in his room and many a times, I watched him working in his gym, with only his shorts over his body. I could recall the strange feelings of arousal; I used to have, while watching his seminude body working with weights. I could not understand the reason for those feelings, but I loved to feast on his well-toned muscular body.

After celebrating my thirty-fifth birthday, I realized that I was putting on weight. It was the worst nightmare for a woman like me; who was known for her beauty and delicate figure. I was no more delicate and curvaceous beauty. My older clothes were no more fitting to me.

In the mirror, I could now see a puffier face, swelled thighs and tummy. I was aghast. I was always admired for my beauty, and the sudden realization that I was no more a beautiful woman, was devastating. I tried to lose weight by exercising and dieting, but failed miserably.

Soon, I discerned that exercising was not my forte, and after some time, I gave it up. I could draw solace from the fact that I was still plagued by numerous second stares; whenever I was out shopping. I was aware of people stopping and trying to steal a second glance at me. That was more than better for a chubby woman in her late thirties; still, deep within I remained miserable.

Rahul had completed his schooling. Following his father’s footsteps, he also chose engineering for his graduation. He got admission to a good college in Mumbai itself. His college was about thirty miles from our house. In order to save his time during traveling, he decided to get an accommodation in a hostel within the premises of his college.

I didn’t like the idea. I never wanted him to kahramanmaraş escort bayan stay in the hostel. I strongly opposed the idea. Deepak was also in favor of our son’s staying at hostel. But, I refused to budge.

Finally, My son showed some concern for me, and it was decided that he would stay at the hostel, only during the examinations and during the similar exigencies. During normal days he would stay at home. I was happy and I thanked my son for his concern.

My happiness was short-lived. Rahul would leave the house early in the morning and would return only by evening, leaving me alone at house for the day. It was only during the weekends, that we would be together in true sense. I was again getting frustrated.

Finally, my son suggested me a way to keep myself busy. He introduced me to computers and especially to the Internet. He took great pains in explaining basic things to me. He taught me how to use a mouse, how to work with windows, how to connect to the Internet and how to open a mail id and use it. He created a mail id for me.

With his help, I started using Internet. Initially, I fumbled with the new technology; Computers were not there when I was a student. But, I was a quick learner and in a short span, I developed a knack for computers. I started using it with ease and slowly became more and more confident. I found it a good release and started spending hours before my son’s personal computer. Deepak was especially happy, as I had stopped complaining.

I found Internet very fascinating and started spending hours online, mostly writing mails and chatting. Almost regularly, I chatted with my son or my husband, when they were away. Rahul was careful enough to drop me a line or two, every now and then, just to keep my mailbox full of mails. I also made some online friends, and that kept me pretty busy during my free time. I vented my frustration to my new hobby; I became addicted to the web world.

Like it happens to all Internet users, the Internet introduced me to the world of Internet sex. Although, I was vaguely aware of it, initially I didn’t try to fiddle with any such ideas. My son had warned me about spams and had advised me not to open it, and to directly delete it from my mailbox.

In the beginning, I religiously followed his instructions, but once out of curiosity I clicked on one such mail. Immediately, a new page opened on the screen, showing gorgeous naked girls displaying their genitals in the most lewd manner. I was stunned to see it, and closed the page right away.

I shut down my computer, but the nude figures of those models continued dancing before my eyes. Suddenly, my frustration was back with an overwhelming ferocity. I didn’t have had any sex with my husband for last two months. I longed to feel a male cock ravishing my horny pussy.

I tried to resist the temptation, but my horniness failed me, and I finally succumbed to the temptation. I restarted the computer, reconnected to the net and opened my mailbox. Again, I clicked on the link to open the same page, I had been watching last time.

This time it didn’t shock me, I was prepared for it. Leisurely, I scanned through the page, enjoying the nude girls and their displays. Then, I clicked to another link given at the bottom of the page, opening a new page with more visuals, showing naked men and women having sex in all possible manners.

I was extremely exited. Unknowingly, my free hand traveled to my pussy. I gently rubbed it, through the material of my gown. I had a strange feeling. I had never masturbated before; I had always thought it, as a bad thing and a god fearing simple housewife should not indulge in such activities.

My every notion changed that day, as my fingers didn’t stop at my hem. My fingers entered inside my gown, even inside my panties. I felt my soft curly bush and tender pussy lips. I was dripping wet. My fingers rubbed my pussy lips, and for the first time, I was playing with my pussy. The feeling was of pure delight. There was no guilt, just an overwhelming sense of ecstasy.

My eyes were glued to the screen, which was continuously displaying men and women indulging in every sort of activities. I watched pictures of women having cocks in their every holes, men shooting their cum into their faces and mouths, and I excitedly watched them slurping the white gluey fluid sticking to their partners’ cocks and to their own faces. I was fascinated and deep in my heart; I ached to feel a cock into my mouth.

I continued browsing page after page. I don’t remember how many or which sites, I visited that day. I wasn’t concerned about that. All I was interested in watching the pictures of men and women having sex.

My fingers continued playing with my pussy and clitoris. The trembling in my legs was aggravating with every brush of my fingers over my swollen pussy and soon the floodgate opened. I had brought myself to a thundering orgasm. escort kahramanmaraş My first masturbation was an unforgettable experience.

My journey to Internet sex had begun. I reveled in watching newer sites day by day and masturbate while watching those lascivious pictures. My transformation into a horny slut was in progress.

My euphoria didn’t last long. Soon, I found that I was not able to draw enough excitement from those pictures. The effect was no longer as lasting as it was in the initial days. I started getting bored with the images. I wanted the stimulation that could linger on and on, even after shutting down the computer. My search finally ended with the sites displaying erotic stories.

I found erotica very fascinating and straight away, I was hooked to it. I started reading those nicely written stories, the descriptions so vivid and live, that most of them felt like actually happening. It had enough ingredients to kindle my imagination, and even when I was not using my computer, those narration would became alive in my mind and my fingers would automatically reach for my pussy and started playing with my clit. With every passing day, I became more and more daring. Firstly, I stopped wearing panties; whenever I was alone at home, and later; I stopped putting on my clothes altogether. I would sit in front of my computer completely naked, my one hand busy with keyboard and mouse, and the other busy with my dripping pussy.

I loved the feel of my nakedness. As soon as, I was alone at home, I would simply shed all my clothes and roam around in the house completely nude.

Whenever, I was alone; I would open a new story and got myself busy with the lively narratives on the screen, while my fingers would play music with my cunt, taking me slowly to the most wonderful orgasm. My frequency of self-indulgence increased manifold; on any particular day, I would finger myself to orgasm for three or four or even more number of times.

It was the time, when I first started thinking about incest. For some unexplained reasons, I found incestuous stories more captivating than the stories in the other categories. One by one, I read most of them, brothers screwing their sisters, father fucking their daughters, mothers enjoying lustful relationships with their sons; uncles, aunts, nieces, nephews, all of them enjoying sex with each other, doing all sorts of nasty things and what not.

To my amazement, I realized that it was the mother son section, which I found the most titillating. The themes of horny moms getting screwed by their teenage sons were so enchanting, that it always gave me the most powerful orgasm. I feel, perhaps It was most convenient for me, to fantasize myself as the horny mothers depicted in those stories, getting fucked by their teenage sons.

My first reaction to my lecherous thoughts involving my son was a disgustful repulsion. I was conscience-stricken for days. I was mortified, how could I even envisage myself having sex with my own son, the most forbidden relation between a mother and her son. It was a sin of worst kind and I prayed on numerous wakeful nights to get rid of my incestuous feelings.

In spite of my nagging conscience, my incestuous thoughts toward my son continued, and rather it intensified with time. Finally, my resistance ceased and I succumbed to the most enthralling temptation of my life. I continued masturbating while thinking of having sex with Rahul. With the time, my fantasies involving Rahul became more vivid and more kaleidoscopic.

Gradually, the feelings of guilt and shame were completely gone. My lewd thoughts were no longer a sin; it simply became my most sensuous fantasies, my most precious treasure. I derived extreme pleasure in fantasizing about doing every kind of vulgar things with my son, every time driving myself to the most shattering orgasm. All the perceptions were changed and I realized that I desperately wanted to screw my own son.

CHAPTER 2

I wanted to fuck my son, but I didn’t have any idea, how was I going to fulfill my fantasy. I didn’t have any clue about my son’s feelings towards me, whether he ever thought his mom as an object of sex. Did he ever fantasize about fucking his mom? There were so many questions that needed answers, before I could even start thinking of seducing my son.

The help came from divine. Rahul had given me a small notebook that contained tit bits of information, about handling a personal computer. Rahul had written brief instructions about operating the computer, and had given it to me, when I was a novice, learning computers. It had rendered useless, once I learned my job and was lying idle in my cupboard.

One day, while tending my cupboard, I found that notebook. I was just flipping through its pages, when something caught my eyes. Carefully, I flipped the pages again and on the third last page, I found a mail id and a password. I was aware of my husbands and Rahul’s mail ids, and the mail id I found on the notebook was a new one. I had never seen that before.

Presumably, my son had another mail id with a pseudonym. Out of curiosity, I logged his computer to the net and opened the particular site; typed the mail address and the password in the login box. The screen flickered for a moment, and slowly the mailbox of Hothamburger opened.

***This story is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years old. This is a short story about tricking my gullible Mom into giving me a blowjob using a viral video.

My mom was not too tech savvy, and basically just used her phone and computer for social media. She was a ditzy blonde, and completely obsessed with getting attention for social media. She constantly posted photos of herself in workout clothes, and bikinis, #hotmom. Granted, she looked great for her age, but it was taking over her life.

I decided to use her vanity to my advantage. I made copies of her social media accounts, so when she logged in, she was on my fake version of her accounts. Front and center on her accounts I put a fake news video about the “#Doitforyourson Challenge.” The video was about the “latest craze” where Moms try to keep their sons’ hard cocks in their mouth for as long as possible, but if their son cums, they lose, and the son gets to ask their mother for whatever they want.

I watched my Mom on her IPad on the couch, watching the video-“the Doitforyourson Challenge?” She said, confused. “Oh wow, do moms actually do that?” She said to herself.

“Hey Mom, whatcha looking at?” I asked, nonchalantly, standing with her face next to my crotch.

“Oh um, nothing honey.” She said nervously, while turning the iPad over quickly, trying not to stare at my crotch.

“Okay, cool…well, I’ll just be in my room if you need me for anything.” I said with a smirk.

“Oh, okay, sweetheart…” She said awkwardly.

I watched her screen and her camera from my laptop in my room. I made the video look like it had millions of retweets/likes/shares. Then, on her recent posts, all of the highest rated comments were egging her on to #Doitforyourson. “Wow, you worked out, tunceli escort but did you do the #Doitforyourson Challenge? #notimpressed.” “Real moms do the #Doitforyourson Challenge.”

I also posted several fake pictures of her friends with cum all over their faces: “Wow, guess I lost the #Doitforyourson Challenge, hehe. But, now I have over 1,000,000 followers! #momwon.”

“What?! 1,000,000 followers!? No way!” My mom exclaimed.

I sent several gifs to her from her friends, of close ups of milfs gargling cum and swallowing, with the caption: “Hey sexy! I challenge you to do the #Doitforyourson Challenge!!!”

My Mom sat there for a minute, confused, and then she shrugged her shoulders and got up. I heard a knock at my door a few seconds later. I was jacking off watching my Mom on her camera, but I pretended like I was just on Instagram. “Hey Mom, doesn’t Mrs. Jennings look so hot? She just did the Doitforyourson Challenge and everybody is going crazy over it.” I said, showing her my laptop.

“Ugh, I Iook better than her… So…this is going viral?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, she’s got like 200k likes just in the past few hours!” I said.

“Hmmm, well um….maybe we should do that um…Challenge.” She said, nervously.

“Yeah, I mean…it would get you a ton of followers.” I said, sitting up from my bed.

“So, why don’t you get down on your knees, Mom and we can try it.” I said, guiding her down to her knees.

“Oh um, right now?” She said, reluctantly.

“Yeah, I mean, you know these challenge things aren’t popular for long.” I said.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. So, what do we do?” She asked.”

“So, first I take out my penis.” I pulled my shorts down, revealing my hard, thick cock.

“Oh tunceli escort bayan wow! Honey, um, I didn’t know you had such a, um…wow!” She said, surprised.

“So, you saw the video, the basic idea is, we make a video where I put my cock in your mouth…” I shoved my dick into my Mom’s mouth before she could respond or overthink it. She wrapped her bright pink, glossy lips around my cock. “And now, your goal is keep my cock in your mouth for as long as possible, but if I cum, then you lose.” I said, as I started thrusting into my Mom’s mouth.

“Uhhhfffeffff” She tried to speak while I filled her mouth with cock.

“So, there have been a lot of these videos lately. And in order to stand out, you have to do something really unique. Any ideas?” I asked as I continued using my Mom’s mouth.

“Hmmmmmfffff” She said, and looked up like she was thinking.

After a moment, she raised her eyebrows. “Mmfmm!” She said excitedly. She pulled her sports bra up over her huge tits. “Thda thdahh!” She said proudly.

“Hmmm, very nice tits, Mom! But that has been done before, Mrs. Steven’s just did that last night, and Mrs. Connely.” I said as I pinched her nipples.

“Mmffffffff!” She moaned as I played with her nipples.

“Hmm, any other ideas, Mom? It’s gotta be really sexy to get those likes…” I said.

“Mmmmmmmm.” She thought hard, and then raised her finger like she had an idea. She took off her leggings and pink thong.

“Nice, but that has definitely been done a lot. I mean…probably half the moms that post are totally naked.” I said.

“Hmmff.” She said, discouraged, but then her eyebrows raised quickly. She started playing with her clit.

“Unnnnnff *gluck gluck gluck* unnnnnnfff!” My mom moaned escort tunceli on my cock as she sucked.

“Alright, Mom. That is pretty hot, but are you able to deepthroat? I think that would really put you over the top.” I asked.

“Unnnnffff.” She moaned, and I took that as a yes and immediately shoved my cock down her throat. She was surprised, but not trying to stop me.

“Wow, that’s great, Mom! I’m almost there, I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Don’t swallow, just keep it all in your mouth. Oh fuck!” I came harder than I ever had into her mouth.

As I came, my Mom started cumming as well. “OOHHHGDDDDDLLll!!!!” She moaned hard as I filled up her mouth completely.

“Ok, now the rules say if your son cums in your mouth, you have to gargle it and swallow every drop.” I said.

“Glglglglglglglgllglglglg…*gulp*” She obediently gargled my cum and swallowed it all with no hesitation.

“Missed some here, Mom.” I said as I rubbed my cock on the jizz coating her face. She lovingly sucked the cum off the head of my cock, and then used her long fake fingernails to scoop up the rest of the cum into her mouth.

“Yummy!” She said giggling. “Thanks for watching, everybody! Please like and follow me to see more hot videos!” She said, smiling.

“That was great, Mom! I bet you will get a ton of new followers!” I said.

“Thanks, Sweetheart! That was fun!” She said, with a big smile.

“Now remember, since you lost the challenge, I get to ask you for whatever I want…” I said, teasingly.

“Alright, alright, haha. Well, go easy on your Mom.” She winked.

I was certainly going to enjoy my request, but I had long-term plans as well. After, she “posted” the video, I gave her tons of new fake followers complimenting her, and calling her “#sexycumslutmom.”

My Mom was eagerly searching for more things to post, so I set up a few other “challenges” to keep her busy. We are certainly going have fun during the “August Cumslut Mom Diet,” where “moms around the country are taking an unconventional new daily weightloss supplement: their sons’ semen!”

AN: You are about to start part six of an ongoing story. This story contains gay incest, a cuntboy (a man with a penis and vagina), squirting and dirty talk. If you wish to read it, I hope you enjoy!

“You’re all together! Oh good!” Celeste came rushing into his brother Bartholomew’s room with a sweet smile. He was wearing dark denim skinny jeans, a tight blue shirt that matched his eyes and a black leather jacket.

His brother Lawrence looked up from his book where he sat on a chest at the foot of Bartholomew’s bed. Bartholomew had pulled up his desk chair so he was sitting next to his brother Lawrence and he looked up as well. Connor, Lawrence’s human lover, was on the large bed on his belly.

Connor was the first to speak, “Wow! I have never seen you look so-“

“Manly?” Celeste beamed.
“Covered.”

The words were said in unison, but they were easy to make out. Bartholomew let out a deep rumbling laugh and Lawrence smirked a bit. Connor immediately blushed in embarrassment seeing Celeste’s wide eyes.

“Seriously?” Celeste placed his hands on his hips but he didn’t look truly upset.

“No no, don’t pout!” Bartholomew was still chuckling a bit, “Connor literally met you with your cock out!”

Celeste took a deep breath with pursed lips but knew they were both right. He rolled his eyes then winked at Connor, seeing his blush and wanting him to know he wasn’t mad at him. He turned and made his way over to Bartholomew’s desk. Last week his brother had fucked the air out of him over that desk. He smiled at the memory. Right now it had artifacts on it, no doubt retrieved from humans Bartholomew didn’t think should have them. The only bit of godly interference the god of war allowed himself. Celeste was shifting through the articles on the desk now.

Connor felt like he should apologize, but before he could Lawrence spoke to him, “When Celeste is dressed this way it means he’s about to go to the mortal realm.”

“Yes,” Celeste validated, but didn’t turn around, “I have been awake far too long…I am going to gorge myself on energy then sleep for a proper time,” he lifted a string of pearls and turned then. He held them up and asked his brother, “Bartholomew, can I have these?”

“No,” Bartholomew’s brows wrinkled, “put those down!” He waited until Celeste dropped the pearls before he asked, “Proper rest? You mean 30 days or so?”

“Mmm hmm,” Celeste turned back around and continued to dig though his brother’s collection, “While I have been keeping up with my duties the succubus in me is very hungry and it’s making me weak.”

“Understandable,” Lawrence said, his head back in his book, “I’m surprised you lasted this long empty.”

Distracted Celeste didn’t think his answer through, “I got a bump last week,” he fingered a small figurine, “helped me hold on longer.”

“When did you have time to see the humans for a…bump?” Bartholomew made a face. He didn’t like that terminology.

Celeste had finally registered the words he had said so he just hummed and didn’t dare turn around. He feared Lawrence would put two and two together. He hoped Bartholomew would drop it.

As it was Lawrence was working out the implication of their words. His head was cocked to the side and his eyes were slightly narrowed as he glared at his brother’s back. When Celeste made no move to turn around after a few long moments he knew he was being avoided. Which meant he must be right. He dropped his head and ground out, “Connor,” it was not a question, “you drained from Connor.” The muscles in his jaw clenched, “Correct.”

Connor looked over at his lover and saw how murderous he looked, but what was really shocking it was the expression on Bartholomew’s face. The god of war looked worried and if that imposing mountain of a man was scared Connor knew Lawrence’s anger must be something to reckon with.

The room darkened a bit and Celeste’s heart dropped to his stomach. He took a deep breath, not really wanting to face his brother but he knew he had to try to explain. To get him to settle down. Celeste turned around and his breath stuttered out of him as he saw the look in Lawrence’s eyes. He tried to smile, wanting to convey he had no ill intent. He held up his fingers, using his index and thumb to indicate amount, “Minuscule. A trifle really.”

“You stole Connor’s essence?!” Lawrence’s voice rose a little and the room started to tremble.

The trinkets on the desk started to rattle against each other and it startled Connor. He scrambled from the bed and dropped to his knees beside Lawrence on the floor, “Hey…hey…” he took his hand in his and squeezed, “I’m alright,” he insisted. He saw Bartholomew’s hand on his brother’s thigh and he was rubbing it, trying to soothe him.

The room became darker still and Celeste rushed over to his brother. He dropped to the ground between Lawrence’s legs and touched his knees, “You need to calm down!”

Suddenly Lawrence’s arm shot out and he gripped Celeste’s neck in a punishing grip. His teeth were barred, and he was seething, “You could have killed him!”

Celeste ısparta escort had gasped at the sudden chokehold, but anger washed over him quickly at Lawrence’s words, “You are grossly underestimating my self-control!”

Lawrence shook him by his throat once violently and Celeste’s hands flew up and grasped the arm. Connor’s hand was on Lawrence’s thigh and he was whispering, ‘calm down’ over and over again.

“Stop this!” Celeste hissed out, “It wasn’t like that!”

That made Lawrence squeeze his neck harder and his brows furrowed even deeper and now he looked even more menacing. The words sunk in and he whipped his head around and glared at Connor.

His jade eyes started to glow, “You volunteered!?” He bellowed and the volume of his voice made the room quake. The artifacts fell to the floor.

“No! I didn’t!” Connor reached out looking panicked. He wanted to soothe his lover, but he wasn’t sure how. He had never seen him angry before, “I didn’t volunteer!”

“TELL ME THE TRUTH!”

Connor instantly felt pain in his head, and it made him double over. His lips moved of their own volition as air was pushed out of his lungs. He looked up, tears at the corner of his eyes and gasped out, “I did not…volunteer…I found…out…did not…tell him…him…didn’t tell him…to stop…” he wheezed and tried to take a breath but couldn’t, he felt a flood of panic and reached up and pressed his hands to his chest, “I…can’t…breathe…”

Connor’s words broke through Lawrence’s fog of emotion and he blinked. Abruptly he stopped all his actions, the shaking ceased, the darkness went away, and he released his brother’s neck, “Connor!” His eyes were wide, no longer glowing and he looked pained, “Shit! I’m sorry!” He waved his hand and was relieved when he heard Connor take in a deep breath, “I’m so sorry!” He wanted to hug him, but he wasn’t sure if Connor even wanted to stay in the room. Distantly he realized Celeste was coughing a bit and Bartholomew had went to the ground and was inspecting his neck, but all his attention was on Connor, “Sweetheart forgive me…”

Connor heard the endearment and his body warmed, pleased. It had been the first time Lawrence had ever done that and he wished he could enjoy it more. He looked up, teary eyes wide in fear, and he was panting a bit. His breath was wispy, light, “What was that…”

“I…uh…” Lawrence still looked pained, ashamed, “it’s…uh.”

Bartholomew spoke up softly, “The spell that binds you to Lawrence is a servitude curse. Lawrence just hasn’t evoked that part of the spell on you.”

Lawrence was looking at his lap, “I wanted…” he sighed, “I wanted you to maintain your free will.”

Connor nodded then jumped when he felt Celeste’s hand on his shoulder, “Are you okay?”

Lawrence glanced up through his lashes, fearing the answer.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Connor glanced at Celeste, “just felt weird to lose control of my body.”

And it had been. Connor was still stunned to experience Lawrence’s power. It had frightened him, but ultimately, he wasn’t afraid of Lawrence as a person—well god. He noticed that Lawrence was still looking at his lap and it felt so odd to see the normally stoic, yet sweet god looking so unsure. To show he hadn’t lost his trust in him, he placed his hand back on his thigh. He felt it tense and he looked up with a soft smile.

Lawrence’s brows shot up, surprised he hadn’t scared his human away. He gave him a slight nod and slowly reached over and placed his hand over Connor’s and was warmed to his core to see his smile widen.

Connor squeezed Lawrence’s thigh then looked over at Celeste, “What about you?” He reached out and touched the pale neck of the god of lust, “It’s red.”

Celeste chuckled, “Well, Lawrence has a firm grip,” he smirked at him, “but I’m sure you know that by now,” he teased with a wink.

Connor blushed and looked away. Lawrence reached out and stroked Connor’s cheek, “You’re remarkable,” he whispered in awe, he couldn’t believe his human was so strong in spirit.

Celeste, Connor and Bartholomew sat on the ground for a while. Bartholomew and Connor on either side of Lawrence, Celeste between his legs. Celeste, noticing the tension had subsided, said softly, “So…I was trying to find you all because,” he looked at each of them in turn, “I wanted to say goodnight…”

Connor frowned, he had forgotten, “30 days,” he breathed out, saddened.

Bartholomew sighed heavily, “Things have changed since the last time you awoken,” he reached up with both hands and held Celeste’s face gently, “we haven’t taken the time to talk about it, but…30 days without you,” he leaned in and whispered against his smooth pale cheek, “I always miss you when you sleep, but this time will be different. Harder. I want a proper goodnight,” he closed his eyes and kissed his brother deeply. He took his time, savoring his warmth and taste. He heard Celeste moan and he couldn’t help but lick his upper lip.

Lawrence looked down between his legs watching with growing arousal as his brothers ısparta escort bayan made out. Slowly he saw Celeste sigh from the kiss and turn his head to look at him. Celeste placed his hands on Lawrence’s thighs and leaned into him.

His lips were still moist when he asked, “Do you want a proper goodnight too?”

Celeste didn’t wait for Lawrence to answer, he just leaned in closer until their lips barely touched. He closed his eyes and kissed him with a soft sound of pleasure. He felt Bartholomew pulling his jacket off and suddenly he understood what his brother really meant by proper goodbye. Once his jacket was thrown aside, he wrapped his arms around Lawrence’s neck and kissed him harder.

After a time, he pulled away and whispered, “Lovely,” before he turned his head and looked down at Connor over his bicep with a smile, “Will you miss me?”

“Of course,” Connor breathed. He had never kissed Celeste before and his heartbeat quickened in anticipation.

Celeste smiled as he slid away from his brother and turned towards Connor. Bartholomew tugged at his blue shirt and he lifted his arms so it could be removed from his body. He placed a hand on the back of Connor’s neck and touched his lips to his. He kissed him softly, impressed by the human’s skill and warmth. His gut began to stir and the succubus in him began to resurface. His arousal spiked and he felt his asshole clench with need as his cock began to harden.

He pulled away with a guttural moan, “OH!” He gasped, his eyes fluttering a bit, “I’m too low…I can’t,” he huffed, looking worried.

“I don’t mind,” Connor kissed the corner of his mouth, “take another bump.”

Even as Celeste felt his desire swell, he still slid his eyes over to Lawrence.

The god lifted a brow, “I have no possession over Connor’s body.”

Bartholomew pushed Celeste’s black hair aside so he could nuzzle and nibble at his neck. Celeste gave Lawrence a slight nod in thanks. He might not have a say in Connor’s autonomy, but he didn’t want to upset him again either. Knowing now he was safe to indulge a little he turned his head, his eyes were half lidded and a bit come hither. He breathed deeply as he lifted his hands and cupped Connor’s face.

“Open your mouth,” Celeste spoke softly and blinked slowly. He watched as the human obeyed, “Wider,” he commanded, his expression lascivious.

Connor complied and was shocked into stillness as Celeste leaned in and began to lick his lips. The god went all around achingly slow, letting out deep moans as he did so. Once he had traced it all he pushed the tip of his tongue into the warmth of Connor’s wide open mouth. He pulled it back, then in again. Over and over, in a lewd mimic of lovemaking. All the while he pulled a small bit of essence from the human. When he had enough he pulled away with a shiver, still connected by a string of saliva. Celeste moved his hand so he could rub Connor’s tongue with his index and middle fingers. It was gentle and sensual and he parted his lips slightly, licking his upper lip as his hazy eyes watched his fingers. He let out a moan and dragged his fingers from the human’s mouth.

With a velvety voice he whispered, “I want my cock in there.”

Connor blushed and closed his mouth to swallow.

Celeste looked pleased, the little bit of essence curbing his succubus instincts, but not eliminating it. The air was thick with desire, all four men were breathing a bit quicker, each erection noticeable under their clothes. Bartholomew desperately wanted to see Celeste’s pale perfect body so he placed his hands on Celeste’s hips and pulled him around so his face was back between Lawrence’s legs, “Hold on,” he waited until Celeste had placed his hands on either side of his brother flat on the chest then said, “gotta get these things off,” stood and pulled Celeste’s hips up with him. Celeste was now eye level to Lawrence, bent over, hands on chest. Bartholomew started to yank the pants down, “I fucking hate when you dress like this,” he grunted as he pulled the pants and underwear off. He stood and tossed them away to lay with the shirt and jacket, “you don’t look like my brother.”

Celeste looked over his shoulder, “I do believe you have a fetish,” he chuckled then swayed his hips. He was the only person nude in the room and he loved how vulnerable it made him feel.

“Probably,” Bartholomew answered then kicked at Celeste’s ankles, “spread em’,” he grinned as he looked down, “ah, you’re such a good, pretty boy,” he reached down and rubbed the puffy lips that his brother at some time had formed just beneath his cock.

The god of lust sighed in contentment, “I know you all like me this way. I love how you all played with me before,” his crystalline blue eyes were looking at Lawrence now, “my clit still tingles…when I think about what you did to me…”

Lawrence bit his lip and reached up, but before he could touch Celeste he heard the god yelp. They both looked down and saw that Connor had begun to pull at one of the god’s pink nipples. Celeste looked back escort ısparta up and surged forward and kissed Lawrence hard.

Bartholomew had released his aching erection and was stroking it idly as he looked at his brother’s puckered asshole and dripping lips. He reached forward and rubbed the lips, “Look at this slutty hungry pussy,” he pushed in a thumb and heard Celeste moan, “fuck it,” he grunted. He removed his finger and pressed his cockhead there instead.

“Bartholomew?” Celeste broke the kiss to look over his shoulder.

“You want it,” he answered then started to press inside.

“Wait!” Celeste gasped, “I’m not ready!”

Bartholomew chuckled, “This bitch hole is always ready,” then he grabbed Celeste’s hips and yanked him back—hard. Celeste cried out as he felt his brother bury himself to the hilt in his tight cunt.

Just like before Bartholomew started up a quick pace. Celeste couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans and shouts that left his lips. His eyes were wide, staring into Lawrence’s jade as he was fucked roughly by one brother in front of his other.

Celeste reached with one hand and rummaged around Lawrence’s lap, “Why do you insist on wearing these archaic robes?”

“They are comfortable,” Lawrence reached down and easily found the opening and pulled apart the flap.

Celeste groaned at the sight of his brother’s thick, fully hard cock. He licked his lips before he wrapped his mouth around it. Lawrence sucked in a breath and watched as Celeste tried his best to suck him off even as his other brother jackhammered into his pussy.

Connor got on his knees and ducking low he began to lick Lawrence’s heavy sac. He felt Lawrence jolt and he smiled before he pulled a ball into his mouth and roll his tongue all around.

Lawrence’s head fell back and he started to rock his hips up forcing Celeste to take more of his cock. He placed his hand on the back of his neck to hold him down. Celeste would gag now and then and his pussy would clench around Bartholomew. Each time he choked on Lawrence’s cock his own dick would twitch.

“Fuck bitch,” Bartholomew pulled out abruptly and everyone heard Celeste’s suddenly empty hole pour pussy juice onto the hardwood floor loudly, “I need more room and you’re the only one naked,” he slapped Celeste’s ass, “get on the bed.”

Celeste was quick to obey, climbing up and over his brother Lawrence. Lawrence watched Celeste’s cock bob in front of his face then felt some of the liquid from his brother’s dripping sex hit his forehead. Once Celeste was on the bed Lawrence stood and removed his robe. He was bare underneath and he glanced at Connor to see his expression. Connor still gave him a look of awe when he saw his toned muscular body. Lawrence was built like a soccer player, with a strong core, powerful legs and a trim waist. A body that was completely hidden under his robes. He held his hand out and helped his human lover up. He smiled down at him as he started to undress him.

Bartholomew had moved Celeste to the edge of his bed onto his back and had started pounding into him again. He was stroking his brother’s dick as he did so, “You wet sloppy whore,” he sneered as he snapped his hips so hard it made Celeste squeak, “shameless slut.”

Lawrence crawled onto the bed, back against the headboard and he could feel the side of Celeste’s head sliding along his thigh. He smiled as he watched Connor get on his belly. Lawrence spread his legs, knowing what his lover wanted. Connor let out a sigh as he settled between the god’s thighs and without hesitation began to lap at his dark asshole. Lawrence’s eyes rolled and he placed his fingers in Connor’s hair and pulled him closer. The warmth of his lover’s breath washed over his sensitive opening and his hot tongue made him squirm with delight.

Connor used his hands to pry Lawrence’s cheeks apart and he took his time tracing the outside of his lover’s rosebud. Connor’s arousal grew the more he savored the god and he started to rock his hips, rutting against the sheets. The sounds of Celeste’s moans and Bartholomew’s grunts were so arousing and soon Lawrence’s gasps were added to the sounds of pleasure filling the room. Connor worked the tip of his tongue until he felt Lawrence’s hole give a little. He hummed and continued to moisten the opening.

Bartholomew was watching the two lovers, he had never seen that lusty expression on Lawrence’s face before. He thought he was stunning like that, slightly flushed, perfectly shaped lips parted, puffing out little gasps of air. Lawrence looked up, through lidded eyes and met his brother’s gaze. He visibly shivered when he saw the intensity of Bartholomew’s hazel stare

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Connor speared his tongue again and again and each time Lawrence’s hole would widen more and more. He swiped his tongue between the crack of the god’s ass before flicking the tip over the twitching opening. He pushed and forced his tongue in deeper, prying the hole open and leaving copious deposits of his saliva within him. He wiggled it inside and tasted his lover. Just like Celeste, Lawrence didn’t taste human. His flavor was pleasant and reminded him of apple cinnamon. He pushed his tongue in and out repeatedly, his aim to get the god as wet as possible. Once his lover’s ass was leaking and twitching rhythmically around his tongue Connor pulled away slowly and heard Lawrence’s needy sounding moan.