This was the third day Scott Andrews would be spending with his aunt. The ride over to her house was excruciatingly long, and terribly tense for Scott. The casts on his arms were causing his skin to become rather itchy, but more importantly, because his aunt had become a sexual dynamo, his penis was constantly erect.

It was almost like being high on an illegal drug. He was exceedingly aroused, but he couldn’t let his parents know what was happening because he knew he’d be denied the sexual antics that only his aunt could provide.

Finally the car stopped, and his father helped him out of the car. As soon he was standing, he heard his aunt calling to his father a cheerful “Good morning, Tom,” but there was really no reply as his father was already running a little late for work

As Scott walked toward his aunt, he quickly saw a devilish grin spread across her face. When he was close to her, she whispered in a very husky tone, “Well, big boy, are you ready for more fun today?”

All he could do was nod, and thank his lucky stars that he’d be spending yet another day completely in the hands of his Aunt Helen.

She ushered him through the front door, and as soon as it was closed, she immediately stripped him of his clothes. Taking a long look up and down his body, with extra attention on his twitching cock. Finally, she took a grip on his cock, and led him to the couch. After helping him sit down, she calmly turned on the television, making sure that he’d be watching the morning edition of Sportscenter, and left him there.

The rest of the morning was almost like torture for Scott. Helen spent just enough time with him to keep him thinking that she would drop everything and fuck his brains out, but actually did no such thing.

After a while, he realized that he was at the total mercy of his aunt; she was in complete charge. Just when he started showing some interest in what was on the TV, she’d appear out of nowhere and gently tickle his balls. About the time that his erection would begin to fade, she’d sit on his lap, rub up against his cock, and nibble on his earlobe. Then in a fit of pure spite, she’d twirl around right in front of him so he could get a quick glance at her pink panties. He loved it, and was frustrated by it at the same time.

A little before 11:00, she sat down next to him, and did the earlobe nibble again. He was actually surprised at how good this felt. Then she used the back of her hand to rub up and down on his cock. He was getting more and more sure that she was about to go all the way when the doorbell rang.

“Don’t move a muscle, sugar,” she said with a grin as she hurried to the door.

Expecting her to get rid of whoever was at the door, he was flabbergasted when he heard not one, but two voices coming from the hallway. Since both of his arms were in casts, he had no way to cover his cock, and even standing up was sort of an inconvenience at this point, all he could do was grin and bear it.

The woman who appeared next to his aunt was slightly familiar. She was just a bit shorter than his aunt, and about ten years younger. She was wearing a bright red shirt, with very white pants. Her dark hair was up in a ponytail, and reached past her shoulders. The fact that she was Japanese really excited Scott, as he’d always thought that exotic look of Japanese women to be very special.

“Scott,” Aunt Helen began, “I’m not sure that you’ve been introduced to my neighbor, Janet Tanaka.”

Janet had a wicked grin on her face when she said, “I don’t remember meeting Scott before, but based on what I’m seeing now, we’re going to have lots of fun today.”

“You see,” Helen said, ” I was talking with Janet after you left last night, and the thing is, her husband has been on a business trip all week, and Dokuma Escort he’s not due back till next Wednesday.”

“And that’s way too long for me to go without a good fucking,” Janet giggled.

Turning to face Helen, Janet said, “I think it’s your turn to go first.”

All a baffled Scott could think to himself was “Your Turn?” Obviously they had played with each other before, and he was going to play with them very soon.

With that, Janet began undressing his aunt. She wasn’t really in a hurry, but she didn’t dawdle at it either. She started with Helen’s top, and Scott wasn’t too surprised that Helen wasn’t wearing a bra. Janet continued by unzipping Helen’s skirt, before helping her out of it. She was rather forceful when it came to pulling down Helen’s panties, but Helen didn’t seem to mind.

When she was done, Janet reached for his aunt’s tits and gave her nipples a little squeeze.

Helen then began undressing Janet. Unlike Janet, Helen was slower in her removal of Janet’s clothes; there was something very seductive about her manner.

She started by carefully unbuttoning Janet’s shirt. When she reached Janet’s waist, she stopped, but left the shirt tucked into her pants. Helen finished by unbuttoning Janet’s shirtsleeves. From Scott’s vantage point, he could clearly see Janet’s golden toned belly, and a glimpse of her purple bra.

Helen continued by unclasping her pants, and lowering the zipper. There was absolutely no sound in the room except for the zipper, and for some reason, this caused Scott’s dick to twitch just a little.

With almost well practiced motions, Helen lowered Janet’s pants, so that she could just step out of them. After placing the pants on the couch, Helen moved behind Janet, took hold of her shirt at the shoulders and carefully took it off of Janet.

Scott was now in total lust. Janet was definitely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen wearing so little. Janet saw the look on his face and had to laugh a little.

At this moment, Helen unsnapped Janet’s bra at the back, then grasping Janet’s straps, she gingerly lifted her bra up and off. “Oh Fuck,” was all Scott could say. He desperately wanted to fondle Janet’s incredible breasts, but due to his casts, this was not possible.

Helen placed her head on Janet’s right shoulder while she reached around massage Janet’s firm melons. “See,” she whispered into Janet’s ear, “I told you that he’d like you.”

“Fuck ‘like’,” Janet replied, “he looks like he’s ready to screw my brains out.”

After a few moments of fondling, Helen let her arms trace their way down Janet’s ribs until her hands reached Janet’s panties. Helen then knelt down, and Scott lost sight of Helen’s hands. He quickly realized that Helen was using them to pull down on the panties, but she was only doing this to expose Janet’s cheeks.

Janet’s eyes glazed over because Helen was now using her tongue to lick Janet’s ass cheeks, and every now and then, up and down her crack.

“Fuck yeah,” Janet almost moaned. Then she looked at Scott and said, “You probably already know this, but your Aunt has the best tongue in the whole world.” She sort of leaned back into Helen, and continued “That’s it honey, cover my ass with your fuckin tongue.”

It was obvious that Janet was trying very hard to remain still, but every time Helen’s tongue swiped at the crack of Janet’s ass, she just couldn’t control herself. Scott appreciated this because Janet’s breasts wiggled and jiggled whenever Helen’s tongue ventured near Janet’s asshole. The longer this went on, the bigger Janet’s nipples got. After a while, they looked to be the size of cherries.

Finally, Helen knew that Janet couldn’t take anymore, so she pulled away from her ass. Then she slid Dokuma Escort Bayan those fabulous purple panties down Janet’s legs so that she could step out of them. Now that she had Janet completely naked, Helen stood up, and walked around her so that she was facing her.

Not saying anything, Helen leaned down just a bit and started to suckle on Janet’s tits; first the right one, then the left. Scott was absolutely sure that this was better than any porno he’d seen.

“Oh honey,” Janet moaned, “you’re driving me crazzzzyyyyy.”

Helen then knelt down, placed her hands on Janet’s hips, and began licking and nibbling at Janet’s pussy. Very quickly, Janet shut her eyes and had to put her hands on Helen’s shoulder’s to steady herself.

Janet started saying things that Scott didn’t understand. She was definitely enjoying herself, and whatever she was saying was making him hotter too.

Helen seemed to sense this, and pulled her mouth off of Janet’s muff. “She’s saying ‘eat me’ in Japanese,” she said looking over at Scott. “Isn’t that fuckin’ great.”

“Fuck that,” Janet yelled, “just put you tongue back on my twat and finish me off.”

Reapplying her mouth to Janet’s pussy, Helen aimed to please Janet.

Janet’s legs went a little weak, and she had to support herself on Helen’s shoulders again. Helen squeezed even tighter on Janet’s hips to hold her in place. After a little while longer, Janet threw her head back, and screamed in ecstasy as an incredible orgasm thundered through her body.

Scott sat in utter amazement at what he was witnessing. His aunt continued to nuzzle at Janet’s clit, as Janet returned to normal. Soon Janet released her hands from Helen’s shoulders, and used them to massage her great tits.

Finally, she looked over at Scott and grinned as she saw his incredibly erect cock. “Honey,” she said, “I do believe that your dick needs some attention right now.”

Janet then slowly walked toward Scott. Each step caused her tits to sway back and forth; the effect on Scott was astonishing. When Janet was finally standing between his legs, she had to reach down, and wipe away some of the drool that was leaking out of his mouth.

When she knelt down, her tits brushed against his penis, and a short gasp escaped from his lips. This was definitely an intentional act on her part because she then started moving her chest so that her tits bounced off of his cock. She winked at him and said, “You look like you’re ready to explode real soon.”

“Oh yes,” Scott replied, “I’m so close that almost anything is going to set me off.”

Janet then moved herself so that his cock was between her tits, and used her hands to squeeze them together so that his dick was enveloped between her pillow-like breasts. It didn’t take very long; in fact, the speed of Scott’s ejaculation surprised even him. He didn’t have time to let Janet know that it was about to spurt.

The first stream of cum hit her on her lower jaw, followed closely by four other spurts. Scott grunted with each stream of cum, and felt pure elation as his cock throbbed in orgasmic delight.

When he finally calmed down, Scott opened his eyes, and saw Judy sitting back on her heals with a sly grin on her face. “You really squirt hard when you cum, sweetie,” she said.

A sense of pride filled Scott, but he was equally thrilled as he saw his aunt sit down next to Judy, then lean around her so that she could lick up his cum from her tits, chest, and neck. Judy’s eyes closed as she felt Helen’s tongue work its magic again. Eventually, both women moaned in pleasure as Judy was cleaned of cum.

When she was finished, Helen sat up and looked at Scott’s still erect cock. “Honey, you’re still ready for more, huh,” Helen said.

“Well,” Escort Dokuma Judy continued, “we’ll just have to find something to do with that fine cock.” She then stood up, and helped Scott to his feet. They moved to the middle of the room where Judy and Helen were able to get him to lay on his back.

Judy didn’t wait for an invitation. She just said, “I think that I need that cock deep inside my cunt.” With that said, she got on the floor, swung her right leg Scott so that her pussy was directly over Scott’s cock.

Judy looked at Scott and said, “Are you ready for more?”

“I can hardly wait,” he replied.

Using her right hand to keep his cock in place, Judy nestled herself down until it was firmly planted in her pussy. When his cock was in, they both groaned in pleasure. Scott was totally entranced as he looked up and saw Judy grinning at him. She was casually fondling her tits and used her thumbs to flick at her nipples.

After a few moments, Judy began to move herself around on Scott’s groin. She wasn’t moving up and down on his cock, but she was able to use her pussy on Scott’s cock so that the sexual tension between the two of them increased exponentially. Very soon, Judy was again moaning, and speaking in short Japanese phrases, further increasing Scott’s pleasure index.

“Hey,” Aunt Helen said, “I need to join you two right now.”

Helen moved toward them, so that she was standing directly over Scott, one foot on each side of his chest. Scott could see right up her legs, all the way to her very moist cunt. Helen had a sly grin on her face as she looked down at him. Then, slowly buy surely, she knelt down so that her feet were on one side of his restricted arms, her knees on the other, and she pussy just above his mouth.

“Have you ever eaten pussy before?” she asked.

“Nope,” was all he could say.

“Well then pumpkin,” Helen said, “you’re about to have your first lesson. I just need you to stick your tongue out for me.”

She laughed as he immediately complied with her request, then she nestled herself down on his tongue. ” Just keep it in place, and I’ll do most of the work,” Helen said.

Soon she was moving her cunt all over his tongue. While this was a new taste for Scott, he quickly learned to like it. He especially enjoyed the wonderful aroma that was emanating from her pussy.

Because of the attention that Helen was giving him, Scott had actually forgotten that Judy was sitting on his cock. She too had been entranced by the sight of Helen’s pussy eating lessons, but quickly she reconvened with her slow motion on his cock.

With the action on his cock, Scott began to moan. Judy was soon groaning in Japanese, and Helen was saying things like, “yeah baby, that’s how to eat pussy,” and “oohhh, fuck that’s good.”

After a few moments of this, Helen moved her hips so that her clit was not at Scott’s tongue. “Honey,” she said, “now I need you to nibble a little on my snatch.”

Knowing that he didn’t want to hurt her, Scott gently began to play with her clit with his teeth. He had to be very careful because Judy started bouncing on his prick. This further intensified his pleasure, which resulted in him moaning in earnest. His lips were now vibrating on Helen’s clit causing her to shriek in joy.

They were all fucking in unison now, but it couldn’t last for long. Scott’s cock erupted first, sending streams of cum into Judy’s cunt. Judy was not far behind, and screamed when her orgasm ripped through her pussy.

Helen was last, but she had by far the most intense orgasm of the bunch. She fell forward because her body could not support her. Her hips wriggled in ecstasy, and her cunt almost enveloped Scott’s whole face.

When she finally recovered, Helen sat back up. When Scott opened his eyes, he saw Judy massaging Helen’s tits. Looking up farther, he saw Helen had turned her head so that she could share a spit-swapping kiss with Judy.

When they finished their kiss, Judy said, “You’ve convinced me, Helen. We’ll have to play lots more this summer.”

“If you want me, come and find me, I’ll do anything you say, just tell me…make believe, close your eyes, I’ll be anything for you!”

I still wasn’t so sure about this. Visiting my family was never one of my favorite things to do. In fact, I hated my family. Sure, I was 19 years old, but heaven knows how I can hold a grudge. My dad used to be a drunk. I say “used to” because he got into AA two years ago. Now he’s supposedly a “better man” as my oblivious mother put it. My brother and I were called lucky because our parents were still together when we were teenagers. Honestly we would have been better off if they HAD divorced. My brother was always a mama’s boy, and that is exactly why we didn’t talk anymore. Well, one of the many reasons. For one, I was busy with my modeling and he was always either in between jobs or still working on his “music career.” Hell, I didn’t even think we were Facebook friends.

I drove up to our lake house in my brand new expensive red jeep, just to show them how much better off I was without them. I rolled down the windows. Jesus, it was hot. Why the fuck did I come out to California in July? I much preferred Seattle.

“Raelynn!” My mom’s squeals snapped my head up. Shit.

“Hey, mom,” I smiled as I reluctantly opened the car door and stepped out.

My mom’s short blonde hair bounced as she hopped down the stairs. She was a woman in her late forties but years of yoga and palates kept her as flexible as a girl. She hugged me, followed by my dad. I looked over his shoulder and raised my eyebrows at my shirtless brother walking down the porch steps of the lake house.

While I got mostly my mom’s genes – thin, short, blonde hair, blue eyes, it seemed Ben, 4 years my elder, got my dad’s. Black hair, green eyes tall…but while years of drinking and laziness gave my father a beer belly, the man standing behind my mother was ripped.

I stepped back and gave my brother an awkward side-hug.

“Hey, little sis,” His voice got deeper and huskier. “How’ve you been?”

“Good,” I said, looking up at the six foot Ben. “You?”

“Eh,” he smiled. “There have been good days, and shitty days, ya know?

I grabbed my two duffel bags from Cemre Escort the back of my jeep and started towards the huge lake house. My maternal uncle had recently passed, and had no children, but thought of Ben and I as his own. So he split up the inheritance between us and gave the couple who birthed us the lake house, making each one of us a little richer than we already were.

“Here, let Ben and I take these, Rae-girl.” Dad said.

I smiled awkwardly and handed them off.

Here we go, I thought.

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I unpacked my bags one of the upstairs rooms. My parents, of course, got the master bedroom, the one with the huge bathroom. Ben and I had to go to the one down the hall from our rooms or downstairs, next to the fully furnished kitchen. But hey, there was a Jacuzzi on the deck, so I wasn’t complaining. In fact, I was changing into my blue bikini to get into it before dinner in twenty minutes. It was 6:50pm.

Downstairs, I passed my parents making “authentic” Mexican food in the kitchen and went into the dayroom where the sliding glass doors were and went out onto the deck. Ben was sitting in the Jacuzzi, head back and eyes closed. Probably enjoying the cool twilight hours before it got dark.

“Uh…”

He opened his eyes and smiled at me. “Hey, little sis.”

“Hey.” Damn, I was really hoping to get the hot tub to myself.

“Come on in,” Ben invited.

Sighing, I slid my beach towel over the railing and stepped into the bubbling water. I sat down and stared everywhere but at him.

“So, how have you been?” And of course, he had to strike up an awkward conversation.

“Okay.”

“How has your modeling been going?”

“Okay.” I forced a smile.

“Really?”

I nodded.

“I heard models are really cut-throat.”

I giggled and he grinned.

“Not really.”

“Oh.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes.

“So, how have you and Tommy been?”

“What? Oh, um…” Tommy was my ex boyfriend. We were together for almost five years, and we broke up three months ago. “We broke up.”

“Oh.” He looked shocked. “When?”

“Three months ago.”

“Oh.” Cemre Escort Bayan He looked uncomfortable. “What happened?”

Did I dare tell him the truth? That I slept with him after four years and five months and he dumped me? That it completely destroyed my self esteem, despite him being a disrespectful, emotionally abusive, cheating asshole?

I shrugged. “He left me after we had sex for the first time.”

“Wow,” Ben looked at me with pity. Ugh I hated that. “I’m sorry.”

I grabbed one of his wine coolers from the built in cup holder on the side of the Jacuzzi and tried to open it.

I frowned as the cap dug into my hand and I heard him chuckle. I raised my eyes to what he was handing me. A bottle opener.

Duh.

I opened the wine cooler and took a big swig.

“Aren’t you underage?” He grinned.

I swallowed and scowled at him. “Aren’t you supposed to mind your own business?”

He held up his hands in a surrender motion. “Hey, I was just asking. You know I don’t care. You’re my sister, not my daughter.”

I shrugged. “Sorry.”

“No worries,” Ben said. “Sore subject, I understand.”

“No, you really don’t.”

He leaned forward. “Enlighten me.”

I smirked and took another drink. “He was my first.”

He looked confused. “Your fir- OH!” His eyes widened. “Oh my God.”

More pity. Ugh.

“Damn.” It was his turn to take a drink.

“Yeah.”

“Was it at least good?” He laughed.

“Eh.”

He stopped laughing. “What do you mean?”

I shrugged and took the last swig. “I never came, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Really? Why not?”

It just occurred to me I was talking about this with my brother. Whatever. I grabbed another wine cooler and shrugged.

“Hm.” He seemed to be pondering something.

Before I could ask, Mom came out.

“Dinner time.”

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That night when I was trying to sleep around midnight, I couldn’t help but think about the conversation that Ben and I had. Why would I open up to him like that? I was always the “goody two-shoes” girl of the family. Why would I corrupt their idea of that? Escort Cemre I sighed. What if Ben told Mom and Dad about our conversation? What the hell would they think?

I tossed and turned until one in the morning, when I decided to get up and go across the hall to Ben’s room. I had to confront him about this and ask if he told them before I went insane from lack of sleep.

I tiptoed to his room and as I went to knock on the door I noticed it was open a crack and the lamp was on. Why was he still up?

I peeked through the crack in the door and saw that he was very much up.

Not only that, but he was stroking his hard dick with one hand, and gripping the sheets with the other. I held back a gasp and struggled to turn away. This was wrong. I mean, it wasn’t as if I had never seen my brother naked before. When we were teenagers I’d catch him jerking off or something, but I would always brush it off because that’s what guys did. Now, it turned me on like nothing else.

I heard a woman moan loudly and thought there might have been someone in there with him, but then I realized it was on the television. I looked over to the T.V. and saw a huge-breasted blonde getting fucked doggie-style on the screen. It was a man drilling into her from behind, but in front of the blonde’s face was another pussy.

Ugh. Why did that word enter my mind? I usually felt that word to be vulgar…But now…it seemed appropriate.

The blonde was moaning into the other girl’s clit. The girl was grinding her face up and down on the blonde’s lips and her juices were shiny on the blonde’s mouth and chin. The man’s huge cock was sliding in and out of her, his shaft and balls looking quite slippery as the blonde arched her back for him to get a deeper angle.

Oh my God…

My brother’s moans from the other side of the room snapped my attention away from the porno.

He was eagerly stroking now, watching as the threesome unfolded on the screen.

I felt an unfamiliar clench in my lower belly.

Ben ground his teeth together and groaned as his hot cum shot out onto his torso.

“Raelynn!” He exclaimed and my mouth dropped open. My panties were completely soaked and I slowly backed away from my brother’s bedroom door.

As soon as I was sure I was far enough away, I ran into my own room, and shut the door. I flopped on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. I was breathing heavy and my heart was beating in my ears.

What the fuck just happened?

That next morning I stayed in bed waiting for the door to close as my parents left for work. We had the habit of eating breakfast every morning together but this particular morning I was consumed…

I laid in bed wondering what actions I could take to set things in motion with Mr. Monroe…

It shocked me how certain I was. In the past my fantasies always ended immediately after my orgasm. The men I talked to online had always wanted to meet, and I teased them with the possibility. I got off thinking about servicing each man, but after cumming I would end the conversation and resume my day or night as usual… but I was confident now that I was ready to let things play out, and equally confident I wouldn’t deny Mr. Monroe his wants if he made them known…

Every minute was a new torture. I knew that just coming back from a trip meant he wouldn’t be back on the road until at least Friday. The idea of waiting days to see his car pull in again was daunting.

Should I just go over and knock? No! What would I say? I assumed he would be resting anyway. On the couch watching tv and wanting no disturbances. He had no idea that I would gladly have him watching tv in silence, aside from the faint wet sounds of his tool being Altınova Escort serviced…

I just hoped that, given that opportunity, I could deliver for him…

Ans with that thought, it struck me…

The mail!

It was late enough in the morning that it had already been delivered. I quickly jumped out of bed. I took a quick shower and got dressed. I put on my chinos and a pink and white striped polo. I fixed up my short light brown hair with some pomade. I chuckled as I realized i was dressing for a date or an interview. In a way I hoped it would be some form of both…

As I made my way down the driveway toward our mailbox I glanced toward his house. I briefly surveyed the porch in hopes he would see me and call his manservant over with a command, but it was empty…

I was left with a much more difficult option… I decided I would bring his mail to the door and knock… I was near paralyzed after reaching into his mailbox to pull out one lone envelope… looked like junk mail. I decided before walking out my door that if there was mail in the box, I would deliver it… a part of me wished it would be empty… it was going to be very obvious to him what I would be doing…

I Altınova Escort Bayan started up his driveway before I had even realized it.

I was brimming with anxiety. What was I doing? Why did ai decide this was the way to get his attention? This is stupid.

Still I kept a path toward his front door. I knew without a doubt I was going to knock… and before i knew it, I had…

Within several seconds, he appeared behind the floor to ceiling window to the left of the door, pulling back the curtain aside enough to inspect the porch. He seemed understandably confused…

He opened the door and greeted me with a smile… “Hey Dame, whats up?” (Dame was what Clinton, and by extension his parents, had always called me).

I swallowed hard,.

His casualness brought the realization that I had built up this moment way more than he had. I barely managed to whimper out “Hi Mr. Monroe…”

I was visibly shaken and he could tell…

His confusion gave way to a sort of vague satisfaction immediately…

“That my mail?” he asked, motioning toward the envelope in my hand, which I had unconsciously positioned just out in front of my khakis

“Yes sir…” i Escort Altınova managed. “… figured I’d save you the trip”

“Oh…”

He paused and held my eyes with his as he reached and took the envelope without warning. As he did I could feel one of his fingers brush up the zipper line of my pants… I twitched at the touch but his eyes stayed on mine

“Thanks” he offered as he grinned.

At that moment I knew I had not imagined any of the intent behind his looks… he knew I was uncomfortable… he knew what I had been thinking about… he knew he was in control… and he liked it… there was no doubt.

“It’s hot, isn’t it?” He used a pointed tone that sent me spiraling. I couldn’t answer, and he seemed pleased that he had stumped me so easily.

“Come inside?” he offered with a wave of his head.

It was more of a command than an invitation. I hadn’t imagined he would be as forward as he was seeming to be. I knew the feeling he was having. It was the same i had when I knew I had sealed the deal with a girl at the bar. That moment when I knew the alcohol and conversation had made her horny and she was ready for me to take her home. I knew what was going down… and now, so did he

“Um sure… ok” I stammered out.

He stood to the side and as I walked out of my fantasies, past his doorway, and into the foyer. As I started past him, he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder…

“Relax son… you’ve done the hard part already… I’ll take over from here.”

He closed the door behind me…

Disclaimer: As always all characters in this story are eighteen years in older.

About: This is the second chapter of Joel’s new world. I recommend that if you haven’t read the first story, then please do so. For this and the next chapter, there will not be much in the way of naughtiness. Rather, the groundwork will be laid down for the rest of the series.

As always I hope you enjoy the story, and please feel free to leave comments.

*****

The sun was oppressively bright, so much so that it felt like it was an eclipse happening right through his bedroom window. Combined with the fact that his bedroom was on the third floor of his boyhood home, there was no going back to sleep. Even in the early morning hours, the summer heat as only Texas could provide the feel was that even the coolest of people would be sweating nonstop.

“I guess I’m getting up now.” Joel said through gritted teeth. You see Joel was a person who hated mornings, and valued sleep. So much so in fact that he couldn’t wait to start college, when he could schedule his own classes and not be required to get up when the roosters crowing.

Rolling his body out of bed, he looked at his image reflecting off the full length mirror at the foot of his bed. He wasn’t the tallest, but years of exercise had obviously done well on him. His chest wasn’t a full ripped six pack, yet there was decent muscle to be seen, and hopefully is his cards were played right his mother’s hands, lips, and tongue just for starters would be all over it.

But he was taking nothing for granted. He knew that the night before was not only the greatest moment of his life, but also that it was no guarantee that anything more would ever happen. He knew that his cumming all over his mother’s ass the night before could have simply been just a onetime thing. All of these thoughts running through his head, Joel knew that he couldn’t push anything But rather all he could do was simply wish, and hope that through his patience and good graces would allow the delicious eroticism that occurred the night before, to happen once again.

His eyes looked down, and there between his legs was his still hard cock. He couldn’t help but smile. There on full display was his hard cock. It always seemed to be in a hard and waiting position, to shoot out cum everywhere. Yet, this wasn’t the time for that. As much as he wanted too, he knew that there Beldibi Escort was something else that needed to be done, and was a more pressing need than his sexual urges.

The previous night was all about fantasy, and raunchiness. One in which that not only did his mother confess to him, than she not only knew about his lust for her. But also that she unveiled her ass for him and allowed him in part, to not just view her full rounded ass, but stroke his cock to an eruption of cum, that would make any porn star receiving a money shot proud.

This morning on the other hand, he needed answers to two questions. The first was how exactly did she know that he had sexual desires involving her? The second question was just why exactly did she allow herself to have her ass on display for him, and to allow himself to jack off and cum all over it? These were questions that he knew had no easy answer to them, yet all that he knew for sure was that he himself had to go and simply ask.

Knowing that there was no time better than now in which to find out the truth, he reached into his drawer and pulled out his clothes for the day. A plain apple red tee shirt, blue cotton boxers, and a pair of forest green shorts that went to the knee. Looking as professional as he felt he could be in the sweltering Texas heat, he closed the door behind his room and walked down the twenty seven stairs separating the third floor to the kitchen.

Reaching the last step, and placing his feet on the coolness of the shiny oak wood floor a sudden jolt of cool relief raged throughout his body. Even though it was a brief coolness, his life deep in the heart of the Texas hill country was one that any brief coolness was a welcoming relief.

There at the stove was his mother. He couldn’t help but smile in front of him. He had always loved his mother, probably more than a son should. Yet in light of his feelings being unearthed on the anniversary of his birth, and now with having unleashed his hot spunk on his mother’s butt the levels of devotion he was now feeling on her was now only becoming more and more deep.

“Good morning mom.” Joel said with his always chipper tone of voice.

“Good morning sugar.” Tanya beamed with pride and joy as she was now turned around, and smiling at him while holding her always needed large cup of coffee.

“Come join me baby.” Tanya said with her Beldibi Escort Bayan arm extended, and hand opened towards the chair that was always his usual dinner spot.

Nodding with his smile never fading, he walked to his chair and as he and his mother both pulled out their respective chairs. As they both sat down, there was a calming feeling in the air. Tanya took a deep sip of her coffee, and as she placed the cup on the table she reached out and with her hands wrapped them around her darling son’s own hands. It was as if at this very moment the two hands had become one.

“So dear, I assume you want to talk about last night don’t you?” Tanya asked with her smile never leaving but with a little nervousness in her voice.

“Yes Mom I do. In fact I have two questions that I think will put all of this into perspective.” Joel responded with a respectful confidence.

“Go ahead baby I’m listening.”

“Well Mom the first question is how did you know about my fantasies about you?”

Tanya looked at him, her face flushed with embarrassment. She was normally very good at hiding her truest feelings away. After all being a lawyer, meant to put on her face of truth, justice, and order. It was easy for her to put aside, what she really was thinking. Yet she knew that she couldn’t do that to Joel. She was now and would always be her baby boy. With that being true forever in her mind, and heart she knew now that she had to totally let out this most closest guarded secret.

“Son please doesn’t hate me. But I always knew. You never knew how many times I walked by your room, and could hear how much you love me. Also while you were growing up I could tell the way you looked at me, your eyes would be looking at every inch of me the way that lovers do. At first I thought it was just a phase you were going through, because your father was never in your life. But as the days and months turned into years, the feelings never went away. In fact they only got deeper. But I was still able to notice that when you hugged me that they were tight, close, and gentle grazes over my ass. I don’t say any of this to embarrass or punish you; rather this is how I knew. You were in your own way subtle, but a mother truly always knows and I in turn kept my ears and eyes open to you just like I always have, and always will.”

Joel’s face was ash stricken. He wanted Escort Beldibi so much to cry, and bear all the sorrow for what thoughts and feelings that he had. But he knew he had to be strong for his mother. So all he could do was weakly nod and look up at his mother. For the first time he truly didn’t know what was going to happen next. However, he knew that with the first question already having been asked, that he had to go on and ask the second and final question.

“Okay Mom I appreciate your honesty. The second question is why did you let me do that to you?” Joel whispered almost out of fear that someone would hear, and in some way he didn’t want his own mother to ever hear. But they were too far gone now for modesty. Tanya looked at him once more, and with a heavy sigh exiting her lips she looked at him not of seriousness, or confidence but now one of fear.

“I know honey that you don’t have much knowledge or experience with women. In fact the only two you talk too on a regular basis, is Danielle and I. Plus I knew you had always stolen my red thong, and couldn’t help but stroke your big fat cock with it around your shaft, all the while wishing it was me and my pussy that your prick was being buried into, and not the silky material that covers my pussy. Plus with the way you’ve looked at me, I knew this was crossing a line, and I was worried about how you would respond to it. But I must say that I loved the results of it. Basically, I did it because a fantasy like that, the one you have for me could only be fulfilled by me. I hope that makes sense?” Tanya stopped, and with a nervous breath reached up and took a huge gulp of her coffee.

Joel nodded and was now crying rivers of tears. The guilt and sorrow was now becoming too much for him. It was almost as if Joel was blaming himself, and was about ready to apologize to his mother for having forced her to do this thing, for no other reason than because his heart and body wanted her to do it.

“Baby please don’t cry. You did nothing wrong, you just wanted this because of your heart. There is nothing wrong with that. I will never stop loving, and caring for you ever.” Tanya said with tears of her own, as she stood beside her son, with her arms wrapped around him. She wanted not just her words, but her actions to show that she was okay with what had happened.

Joel’s entire body relaxed, as if he was being given the most welcoming of reprieves. As he kissed his mother’s cheek, a knocking of the door broke the silence and tranquility of this moment.

“Mom who’s here?” Joel asked with a curious bewilderment in his voice.

“Well that’s part of the surprise baby.” Tanya said with a chuckle.

To Be Continued

A story told through the mind of a young man…

*

It’s been about fifteen minutes since I heard the car pull into the driveway. He waited out in the car for a minute, and then I heard the car door open and then close. Then came the faint footsteps along the path in front of the house and up the steps.

He’s trying to be quiet, probably for two reasons. One is that he’s a considerate man by nature, and since it’s late he doesn’t want to disturb anyone in the neighborhood. I suspect the second reason is that maybe he’s hoping I’m asleep, but there’s no way that would happen.

I’ve been waiting for him, and it’s only a little past ten. I would have been awake if he stayed out until 3. He’s worth waiting for. I don’t know where he goes all evening or what he does. He might have a drink or two at a bar, but he’s not much of a drinker. Maybe he just drives around thinking. Maybe we’re both thinking the same thing.

It wasn’t always like this. Before a couple of weeks ago we were just a couple of guys sharing a home that used to house four. That was then, when my older sister still lived here and Mom was still alive. Now there’s just two, a hard working man who just turned fifty and a nerdy college student closer to 19 than 18. The man is my father, and I am his son. We love each other very much, but in different ways now.

It happened, and out of the blue. He’s been apologizing for it ever since, but I keep telling him that there’s no apology necessary. I was scared that first night while it was happening, and I cried a little, but more because I was confused and had been roused out of a sound sleep.

That time it was Dad coming into my room. It was the only time. Ever since then I’ve been the one coming to visit him, and tonight will be no different. Just like the last dozen nights he will protest at first, but I think that’s more from guilt than anything else. If he didn’t want me to come in, there’s a lock on the door. It’s never been used.

The house is deathly quiet, with only the ticking of the grandfather clock down at the end of the hall breaking the silence. I’m as quiet as a cat. I step lightly because I’m barefoot. I’m also naked. Clothes would only get in the way once I get there. Hopeful Dad will be naked one of these nights too. I’ve suggested it, but every night he’s had his boxer shorts on.

I’m standing at the door and reaching for the knob, turning it ever-so-slowly. What would I do if it was locked? I honestly don’t know, and can only hope the knob will turn. It does. I open the door slowly, and my shadow appears on the wall next to the bed. I close the door behind me – it opens and closes silently now since I oiled the hinges – and I stand inside my parents bedroom while my eyes adjust to the near-darkness.

I can see Dad’s shape under the sheet, his massive frame taking up most of the mattress. Lucky Mom was a tiny woman, because even in the massive king-size bed there isn’t much room when there’s a guy that’s about 6’5″ and over 250 pounds in it.

Dad was a football player, and a good one in his day. He was a all-conference offensive tackle in college and got invited to an NFL training Tekirova Escort camp at a free agent. Made the taxi squad one year and was hoping to make the team the following year but he blew out his knee. After that he decided to get a steady job and raise a family with his new bride.

I tiptoe over to the side of the bed, watching the sheet rise and fall along with Dad’s breathing. He’s not exactly pretending he’s asleep, but when I whisper, “Dad?” he doesn’t answer. I reach for the sheet and gently lift it up and down to his thighs but hesitate before climbing into the bed.

What an incredible looking man, I think to myself, and even in the murky light I can see him well enough that my dick is getting hard already. He’s got the boxer shorts on, like I suspected, but he’s naked to the waist.

Dad might have put a few pounds on since college, but he’s still in great shape, probably because while he owns his own construction company he works along with his employees a lot of the time. Those massive shoulders are the result of hard work, and looking at this giant of a man I remember growing up wanting to be just like Dad.

That didn’t happen, obviously, and while I’m not as little as Mom was, at 5’7″ and 135 pounds I clearly ended up more like her. This allows me to slip into bed alongside Dad easily, and I leave the sheet down as I roll onto my side to face Dad, close enough so I can feel the heat from his body.

“Dad?” I whisper as my hand moves up to his chest, and as my fingers sink into the silver and black mat of fur I hear him sigh.

“Brian,” he whispers as my hand moves through the crinkly pelt. “Please.”

“It’s okay Dad,” I whisper back as my fingers find his nipple, and I can feel it get hard as I play with it.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Dad whispers again, but when I lean down and kiss his nipple he lets out a sigh, I think it’s a sigh of resignation because he knows I’m not going to stop.

The tip of my erect dick is poking him in the hip as I suck on his nipple while stroking his other nipple with my fingers. I’d only been with a few guys before Dad, but I’ve found that I’m pretty good at figuring out what guys like. I’ve learned what Dad likes – what serves as this Superman’s Kryptonite – and this is one of those things.

I suck on Dad’s plump left nipple while tweaking and teasing the right one with my fingers. I’ve learned that I can’t be too rough with Dad, or should I say I can’t be rough enough for him. What I’m doing to his nipples would have me screaming in pain if it was me on the receiving end, but that’s another difference between us.

Dad’s breathing heavier now, and for the first time he moves. He’s working his left arm out from his side, brushing against my dick as he does, and the incidental and accidental contact makes me shiver. His hand works out around me and he’s now rubbing my neck as I nibble his nipple.

I know what he wants next, and it happens to be something I enjoy too, even though it was all new to me when Dad introduced it to me. I think it was something that Mom might have done to him a lot, and picturing that going on Tekirova Escort Bayan between them is erotic to me.

Dad brought his hand up and placed in under my neck. This makes his bicep bulge even more, which is a turn-on by itself, but the raising of his muscular limb also involves exposing his armpit to me, and as I look over that the thick bush of hair that fills the cavity I feel the heat that emanates from the thicket as well as the manly scent.

The aroma gets stronger as I take my mouth from his chest and kiss my way over to his underarm. It’s like an aphrodisiac to me as his pheromones filled my nostrils. Mixed with a lingering soap scent from the morning shower along with a faint residue from deodorant applied long ago, I find the scent intoxicating as I begin kiss the slightly damp tuft of hair.

I hear Dad groan as I start to lick and nibble under his arm, and when that turns into licking and chewing this only makes Dad groan louder. All of this excites me greatly, and one time last week I even came doing it, having been rubbing my dick into his hip all the while without realizing it.

“Oh Brian,” I hear Dad whisper as he writhes around a little into the bedding under my now feral attack, and while I hold onto his prominent bicep and squeeze what I can of it with one hand I let the other hand slide down his body.

From outside his boxers, my hand finds his cock, not that one could possibly miss it. Even in its current semi-erect state, that massive organ is almost poking out from the right leg opening of his boxers where it is pinned, and as I stroke his manhood through the fabric I begin to bid farewell to the furry crater my face had been buried in.

I get up to my knees at Dad’s hip and unsnap the top of his boxers, and I whisk them down as Dad lifts his bottom up. As the elastic passes the tip of his cock I watch as the huge cock slowly rises before falling back onto his stomach, and after I pull the boxers off his ankles I go up to the source of my creation.

I didn’t see my father’s penis before it was, let me say, “introduced” to me that night two weeks ago. If I had seen it in my confused state that night, I don’t know what I would have done. I had only experienced one man before in that manner, and while his equipment was fine it bore no relation to what Dad was blessed with.

Think of a Ron Jeremy, only a little bigger and without the belly above it. Dad’s cock is huge, and I would have given anything to have been able to watch Dad sticking that massive monolith into Mom’s tiny body. It probably looked a lot like what he looks like with me.

I knee-walk up to Dad’s hip and lift his nearly erect manhood upright, my two hands covering little more than half the shaft while my fingers barely meet around it as I bow my head and let my mouth take in the mushroom head.

My mouth, like the other orifice of mine dad uses, is getting accustomed to his size, and my teeth never make contact as my lips slide down the thick shaft until the tip of his mighty organ hits my throat, at which point my lips slide back up to the tip.

Below, the aroma of his balls Escort Tekirova hits me, and for whatever reason the musky funk makes me even crazier. I duck down to lick the salty hairy pouch put quickly return to giving him head. Dad gets hard fast, and like most nights, and when he’s had enough of my mouth he eases my face up.

It’s his call as to how he takes me, and he’s had me in four different positions. That first night was with me face down flat on the bedding, and most of the other times he’s put me on all fours, but he also took me once with us lying on our hips. That was really good but my favorite position was one Dad said he couldn’t do again.

He had my lay on my back facing him with a pillow under the small of my back, and I couldn’t believe how deep he got into me like that. He said that it bothered him to look at my face while he pounded into me, and I think the fact that I was crying also got to him.

They weren’t tears of pain – well, maybe a little – but mostly they were tears of joy. Getting to watch him slamming his cock deep into my bowels while his face got redder and redder, his sweat raining down on me like a storm, that was heaven.

Dad puts me on all fours, and I present my ass for him, high and open as wide as possible. I’m already lubed up, having spent a lot of time priming myself before he got home, and although the entrance is still a bit of a struggle, once the head of him member pops in, it’s easy from there.

Dad rides me in many ways, some nights hard and fast, and other times gently, at least at first, but in the end he’s pounding into like a jackhammer while grunting like a bear, and after he fills my bowels with his seed he stays connected with me, hugging me with the chest rubbing my back until his cock slithers out.

It’s then that we ease down to the bedding together, with him spooning into me. After a few minutes I feel his hand sliding over my hip and down. By then the anticipation as gotten me hard, and as his meaty hand grabs my cock and his fingers wrap around it, I have to struggle not to cum.

Only the head of my dick is sticking out from his grip, and then his thumb starts rubbing the tip of my organ. This makes me cum right away, but after I ejaculate Dad doesn’t let go. He continues to hold my withered dick and then starts to pull on it, stretching it out as far as he can while nuzzling into my neck.

After a while I start to get hard again, and it’s then that he rolls me over onto my back and kneels next to me. I cum too fast. I can’t help it, and it doesn’t matter whether it’s his hand or his mouth. My semi-erect dick gets swallowed, with Dad’s lips around the base, and his mouth doesn’t move. He just sucks – siphons – while his hand squeezes my balls, and then I cry out, “Daddy!” as I cum hard.

I go soft once more and then he rolls up next to me, wrapping his arms around me and he’s just like a teddy bear, so comforting that I usually fall asleep. In the morning I’m always in my own bed, and it’s Dad that brings me in there during the night, effortlessly carrying me into bed and tucking me in like he did when I was young.

In the morning as we get ready for work and school, Dad has trouble looking me in the eye, but not to the extent he did at first, and when we head our separate ways dad tells me he’ll probably be late.

“I’ll be waiting,” I assure him, and he nods.

“I know,” he says with a sigh. “I know.”

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thanks for reading

Thanks for all the praise for chapter 1 of ‘Appreciating Mother’.

Chapter 2 is a little shorter, but much of Chapter 1 consisted of scene-setting. I hope you enjoy chapter 2. As always, please feel free to comment honestly.

There will be further chapters. I am starting work on the 3rd part as soon as this is uploaded.

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I knelt beside my mother, my face burning with shame and embarrassment as I buried it in my hands. The forest around us seemed to have fallen silent. It felt as if the whole of creation was focused upon my humiliation.

I had been mere seconds from bliss when my body and my youthful inexperience and lack of control had betrayed me. My beautiful mother had been about to undo her bra. She was going to let me see and touch the wonderful breasts that I had fondled through her underwear but, even before her fingers could release the clasp that nestled between the cups, excitement had overwhelmed me and I had come in my shorts.

I heard her move and felt her arms around me. She kissed my head as I kept my face covered.

“Don’t worry, baby,” she said, hugging me. “It’s no big deal. To be honest I was half expecting it to happen sooner.” She gently, but insistently, pulled my hands from my face. “It is what young men do,” she said, kissing my cheek. “Excitement and hormones are a hard combination to control. Your dad had his moments of… impatience when we were young.” She chuckled, but I knew she wasn’t laughing at me. “In fact, when we were teenagers he had plenty of impatient moments. Goodness knows what your granny thought when she did his laundry.”

“Oh god, Mum….” I groaned and leant my forehead on her shoulder. “So close! Another couple of seconds and…” I lifted my head and looked down. Her blouse still hung open. I could see her magnificent bosom straining at the pretty pink lace of her bra.

Mum smiled and kissed me. She sat back on her heels. “They’re not going anywhere, darling.” She put her hands under her breasts and bounced them up and down. My jaw dropped open, and despite my premature orgasm of a minute before I felt my cock twitch. Mum stood up and reached out a hand. “Let’s pack this stuff up and get you home. Get yourself showered and freshened up, then you’ll feel better. After that, if you’re a good boy, I’ll see if I can find a way to make up for your disappointment.”

My heart leapt with hope. Ignoring the stickiness in my pants I jumped to my feet and began to gather away the picnic stuff while my mother watched with an expression of fond amusement.

* * * * *

When we got home I showered and changed into a clean t-shirt and shorts. I was still embarrassed about spurting off in my pants, but I wasn’t about to let that destroy my surreal and wonderful weekend. I found my mother on the sofa in the sitting room. A bottle of white wine and two glasses stood on the coffee table in front of her. I was pleased to see that she hadn’t changed her outfit. She still wore the thin, white cotton blouse and loose, long black cotton skirt. There was nothing at all overtly sexy or even glamorous about the outfit, but somehow it was just right. Kind of demurely pretty, but at the same time it didn’t really conceal the glorious curves of the full, mature figure beneath. Mum smiled as I sat beside her.

“Open the bottle for me, please?” she passed me a corkscrew.

I poured the wine and we sat back. Mum snuggled under my arm with her head on my chest. We sipped our drinks. The wine was nice and dry, and ice cold. I drank half of my glass and leant forward to put my glass on the table. Mum did the same.

“Feeling better now?” she asked.

“Much. Still feel like a stupid teenager though.”

Mum reached up and hooked a hand around the back of my neck. She pulled me down and we kissed. Mum sighed into my mouth and worked her tongue against mine. We broke for air after five minutes or so and grinned at each other.

“Wow,” I said reaching for my glass.

“Definitely.” As mum sat back with her drink she took my hand. “But Andrew… We have to talk.”

My heart sank. Talking wasn’t what I’d been hoping for. “Ok.”

“You’re a young man…” She squeezed my hand. “…And like all young men your hormones run pretty hot, as we’ve seen.” I blushed at that but Mum continued. “In the last few hours our relationship has had a few shocks and some things have changed. Earlier today I let things go much further than I should have. It was getting pretty serious. You realise that, surely?”

I nodded.

“Andrew, my mind is spinning. I fear for the consequences of how we’ve become. I fear that I’m leading you on and that all this will mess up your head and your life.”

“Mum, I’m young but I know my mind. I’m in love with you and that’s never going to change. I don’t see that there have to be bad consequences. We can love each other without hurting anyone else – without anyone else knowing. I’m certainly not going to tell anyone and risk what I have with you… What I hope Gömbe Escort I have with you, I mean.”

Mum drained her glass and put it on the table. “I meant what I said earlier. I am in love with you too.” She took my face in her hands. I put down my glass. “But I had to tell you what scares me. I have to give you the chance to go back to a normal life with a loving – but normal – mother rather than a mad woman who should know better.

She hesitated for some time then, “If we don’t stop this now… Andrew, I won’t be able to stop.”

“I don’t want to stop, Mum. I don’t want you to stop. Whatever happens I’m going to love you, but I’m going to be careful that nothing happens to spoil it. If we have to have a secret life then that’s what I want. I just want to be with you. and to be honest about how I feel about you. I couldn’t live pretending things were different. It would break my heart every time I looked at you. Mum, I…” I ran out of words so I kissed her.

It was a kiss that sealed our fate, whatever that would be. In its desperation I could feel that neither of us would be able to back out. There could be no more debate or soul searching. With that kiss we committed to our love and to our passion. We almost devoured each other and when our lips parted both our faces were wet from a mixture of saliva and my mother’s tears. We kissed and cuddled for a while and each of us must have said ‘I love you’ fifty times. Eventually pounding hearts began to calm. We had accepted what neither of us could fight and that removed a weight from my soul that I hadn’t even known was pressing down upon me. I think Mum felt the same.

Between us we finished the wine.

“Mum?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Would you sit on my lap? I love it when you sit there and kiss me.”

She didn’t waste any time. Seconds after I spoke my mum plonked her bottom down on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Ok then, lover boy… Kiss me.” And kiss her I did.

“I think this is my favourite way to sit,” I smiled.

“Nothing to do with the fact that it brings my boobs closer, I suppose,” she giggled.

I hadn’t been thinking of that particular aspect. I was still in a bit of an emotional daze, but… “Now you come to mention it, hell yes.” I gazed at the bulging front of her blouse. “Oh Jesus, mum.”

“I’m sorry your fun got spoiled earlier,” she said, kissing my cheek and then my mouth. “This time, just relax.” She leaned back against the arm of the sofa and thrust her breasts out. “Help yourself, greedy boy,” she smiled and then shut her eyes.

With mum’s eyes shut I was able to stare at her boobs unselfconsciously and they were amazing. One of my arms was around the back of Mum’s waist as she sat sideways on my lap, but my free hand reached up to squeeze one of her big tits through her blouse.

“Just a moment,” she said and slid off my lap. She turned to face me and then straddled me placing her knees on either side of my thighs. Once again, she leaned back a little, thrusting her breasts forward. “Now you can use both hands,” she smiled.

“Oh my God!” I filled my hands with them, once again noticing the hard points of her nipples as they poked into my palms through the material. I squeezed and rubbed them. I bounced them, fascinated by the way they moved. That made her laugh.

“Sorry,” I said, a little embarrassed.

“Don’t be, honey,” Mum replied with a smile. “I love it that you are so impressed by my tits. At my age that’s a real ego boost. You can play with them and bounce them just as much as you like.”

I groaned, reached up to push her boobs together and then buried my face between them. She giggled again and wrapped her arms around my head, holding my face to her bosom. When she let me go we snogged some more.

“Want to try again?” she asked.

“Want to try what?”

She didn’t speak, but she reached up to undo a button on her blouse then dropped her hands to her sides and waited. With trembling fingers I undid the rest of the buttons and then slid the blouse from her shoulders. She shrugged it off and let it fall to the the floor behind her. For a few minutes I played with her tits through the pretty bra, squeezing and kneading them and kissing the upper slopes. Then I started to bounce them again, trying to see if I could get them to spill out of the cups, but the bra was too perfect a fit.

As I reached for the front fastening clasp I hesitated. I had a sense of deja vu. This was the point at which I had previously disgraced myself. Despite my mum’s protestations that over-excitement was normal, I didn’t want to relive the embarrassment of ejaculating prematurely. I paused and composed myself.

“That’s right. Take your time, honey,” Mum said softly, encouragingly. I could see how the tiny clasp worked and I managed to release it first go. I held the lacy cups together for a few seconds and then let go. My mother’s large, soft, pale boobs burst free and she shrugged off the bra, allowing it to fall on top of her discarded Escort Gömbe blouse.

I stared for a while. Then looked up at my mum’s face. She was blushing and looked a little nervous. “I hope you’re not too disappointed, baby,” she said. “I’m no spring chicken and the pretty bra isn’t just for decoration. It helps with gravity too.”

“Oh god,” I groaned and fell upon her huge tits, squeezing, kneading, kissing, sucking, bouncing. I would have eaten her alive if she hadn’t stopped me.

“You’ll have another accident, baby,” she smiled.

She was right. I could feel my temperature rising. I leaned back against the back of the sofa. My arms continued to reach out allowing me to play with Mum’s tits, but I calmed myself a little.

“Mum, you are so… gorgeous. You are perfect. Such a hot, hot babe.”

“Smoothie.” Her smile vanished, replaced by a thoughtful expression. She swished her skirt back out of the way and looked down into my lap. “I did warn you that I wouldn’t be able to stop,” she said.

My heart pounded. “And I said that I didn’t want you to.”

Mum reached down and undid the button of my shorts, then she raised herself up and undid the zip. She reached in and I felt her fingers close around my hard shaft. She pulled my cock out into the open. “Oh my. Who’s all grown up then?” she murmured. “Baby, you are beautiful.” She began to stroke my erection, up and down. My hands gripped her soft tits. “Andrew, just relax and let it happen when it wants,” she said. “Who cares if it’s ten seconds or a minute? Just feel good, baby, and let it happen when it will.”

She began to work my cock more firmly and more quickly. I looked down at her hand wrapped around my erection. I had never felt so hard. Nor had I ever seen my cock look so big. I felt kind of proud of it. “Oh Mum, that feels so good.” I kept squeezing and bouncing her tits as she masturbated me.

“I love to feel you, my baby,” she breathed. She gave my shaft a squeeze. “My big baby,” she giggled. “This is a lovely surprise for mummy, I must say.” She squeezed it again.

“Really?”

“Baby, you have quite a lot to offer.”

“Really?” I said again.

“Yes really, now stop fishing for compliments and squeeze mummy’s tits.”

Even hearing my mother use a mild word like ‘tits’ excited me, and her calling herself ‘mummy’ was so hot. And those big soft breasts with their large, dark pink nipples bouncing in my eager hands… It was all too much and I felt the familiar, unstoppable sensation.

“Oh god, Mum. Mum, I’m going to come.” I grabbed at her breasts, squeezing hard. My cock clenched and a thick spurt of semen squirted up between us. “Ah, Mummy!” I cried, squeezing my eyes closed as my mother kept pumping my cock and I continued to shoot spurt after spurt of come. When I opened them again I saw Mum gazing down at my cock, wide eyed and with her mouth open.

“Wow, honey. Looks like you needed that.” she said. She held a sticky hand up before her face. “What a lot.”

“Sorry Mum.”

“Oh god, baby. Don’t apologise. That was lovely.”

We locked eyes and smiled at each other – a little shyly, which may seem crazy after the intimacy we had just shared, but now some of the intensity was spent we didn’t have that rush of overwhelming sensation to hide behind. We were literally, to an extent, naked before each other.

“Wow, mum.”

She nodded, blushing, but still gazing into my eyes. “Wow, baby.”

We kissed for a long time.

“We’d best get cleaned up,” Mum said. “I think you covered both of us, darling. Better not get any on the sofa or we’d have some explaining to do. Let’s get showered and changed. Bring your laundry down when you’re done and we’ll get everything tidy.”

I grabbed a clean t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants from my room and headed for the bathroom. Mum went into her room and I heard the shower in her en suite start up.

By the time I had made myself presentable and gone downstairs and through the kitchen into the utility room, mum was already there. She looked clean and fresh. She had changed into a light, knee-length dress of lemon cotton. She took my laundry and put it in the machine then she took my hand and led me to the kitchen where she made coffee. We sat at the table holding hands.

“I love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, darling,” she said. “Listen, Andrew, there are a few things we can’t avoid talking about.”

“I guess.”

“So, we’ve decided that we’re in love.”

“Yes.”

“I must tell you that I do still love your dad. I am still his wife.”

“I love him too, Mum.”

“I know, honey. This is hard to talk about but… well, I don’t want you to get jealous. I know what it’s like when you’re young. If it helps, well, your father and I are rarely physical these days. Your dad has had a few problems in the past and although that did pass we never got back into the routine of making love.”

I blushed.

“Sorry, baby. I know this must be hard to listen to. It’s hard for me Gömbe Escort Bayan to talk about too. Anyway, last time your dad and I were really intimate must have been eight or nine months ago. We do cuddle in bed, but we just don’t worry too much about sex.”

I thought for a few moments. “Mum, I have to be honest… I’m glad you and Dad love each other, but I’m also glad you don’t… you know. You’re right about jealousy. It would hurt to think of you with someone else – even Dad. I’m sorry, that’s a dreadful thing to say. Especially as you and Dad are married. I have no right to feel like that.”

“It’s just the way feelings work, honey. They have little regard for what’s right or wrong.

“One other thing I want you to know: even though your dad and I don’t make love, I’ve never gone elsewhere for attention. There has never been anyone else but your father.”

I thought about it. “I’m glad about that too, Mum.”

“And I do mean that there has never been anyone else at all. Not ever. Your dad was the first man I ever made love with.”

“Wow. Old school.”

Mum slapped my hand. “Cheeky monkey.”

“Sorry,” I grinned. “But seriously, Mum, I think that is very cool.”

“So you understand. I love your dad and I will not hurt him or leave him. I am in love with you, my baby, but you’re going to have to share me to an extent. There may be occasional times when your dad does want to have sex, and if that happens I won’t deny him the love he’s entitled to. “

“I can live with that.”

“You really have grown up, haven’t you?” she said and squeezed my hand.

“I’m trying.”

“How about you?” Mum asked. “I just laid my private life bare before you. Fancy sharing your own secrets?”

I blushed yet again. I kind of hoped red looked good on me as it seemed to be the default colour of my face these days. “Fair’s fair,” I admitted. “There’s not much to tell. Girls like me and I like girls. I’ve had a few girlfriends. We’ve touched a lot and made each other come with fingers and stuff, but…” I tool a deep breath. “I’ve never had proper sex.”

Mum squeezed my hand again and smiled. “My baby’s a virgin? Wow,” she said. “Old school.” We both burst out laughing. “I get more proud of you every day, honey,” she said.

“Can we go back to our sofa now?” I asked. “We don’t have time to waste. I want to be close to you every moment that I can.”

Mum stood and led me out of the kitchen, but she hesitated at the doorway into the sitting room. Instead of going over to the sofa, she led me by the hand toward the stairs. She stepped onto the first step to bring her face closer to my level and put her arms around my neck. She kissed me deeply and them gazed into my face.

“Baby, we’re in love,” she said softly. “In our own crazy way we are a couple. I adore you. I think you are just the most gorgeous man on the planet.”

“And you are definitely the most beautiful woman,” I breathed.

“When we are alone and it is safe,” Mum continued, “I will give you whatever you want to make you happy. Whatever it takes to ease those raging hormones and make you feel good, my baby, just help yourself. I’m yours.”

If my heart had beat any harder it would have fractured my ribs.

“So,” she kissed my cheek. “You’re in charge, lover. What would you like?”

“I… I…”

“Just show me,” Mum said and began to lead me up the stairs.

At first I expected her to lead me into the room she shared with Dad, but to my relief she, like me, seemed to think that would not be right, and she took me to my own room. We embraced and kissed deeply. I revelled in the feeling of her tongue pushing hungrily into my mouth. I reached down and cupped the cheeks of her lovely round bottom as we snogged. She moaned softly into my mouth.

I slowly moved my hands around and upward so I could fill them once again with those breathtaking big, soft tits. With a delightful little shock I felt the light touch of my mother’s hand on my erection. She gently grasped my cock through my sweat pants.

“What do you want, baby?” she breathed.

“Everything,” I whispered.

“Take it then,” she smiled and kissed my cheek, still squeezing my hard shaft through my clothes.

“Take off your dress, mum.”

She winked, then putting a hand against my chest she gave a sharp push that made me sit on the edge of the bed. Swaying slowly, as if to seductive music, Mum began to undo the buttons that went all the way down the front of her dress. When she had undone them to her waist she pulled the sides apart so her bosom thrust out of the open front of the dress. Her white bra was silky and the lacy cups were cut very low, only just covering her nipples. She swayed closer to me, pushing out her bust, offering her breasts for me to touch, but as I reached for her she flowed just out of my reach, smiling. The rest of the buttons were eventually undone and she turned her back toward me and let the dress fall to the floor. My jaw nearly hit the floor at the same time.

My mother had dressed up for the occasion. Beneath the dress she had been concealing not only the beautiful silky bra, but matching, very brief, high-cut panties. I watched the delicious globes of mum’s swaying bottom for a few moments and then she turned towards me and did a little ‘ta-daa!’ curtsey.

It’s hard to believe it all started with some talk on a chat room. I was in college then, and always straight in real life, although not very successful with the ladies. But my dirty little secret was that I liked to go online and indulge my fantasy: being enslaved, feminized, and kept in chastity by a man.

At first, I’d wander through chat rooms and find a guy to be my Master for a night, and for an evening I’d be his little slut, giving my mind over to his pleasure, trying to be the girl he wanted. My fantasy was always being forced to serve while kept in some sort of chastity device: a belt or a cage, usually. In my mind, I’d be locked away, sucking my Master-for-a-day off, getting fucked hard in the ass, all the while my own little cock unable to stiffen or experience any pleasure at all.

But of course, in real life I’d be beating off like crazy. And then I’d cum, and the fantasy would be over, forgotten for a while. It was like that for a long time.

I’ve always been the monogamous type, though, so I guess it was natural I’d eventually find just one Master. And I did. Sean.

At first, it was just like any other time. But with Sean, even after I came, I felt strangely drawn back to him. There was something about him that drew the fantasy out of me: he probed me with his words, forcing me to bring up new wrinkles, new ideas, planting kinky new seeds in my imagination. Even now, I’m not sure how much of it was my idea and how much his: probably much more his.

Sean turned me on like no other. Instead of trolling around the chat rooms for new guys and new fantasies, I found myself drawn to him over and over. He was just so cool, so confident, and it seemed like his desires were the perfect complement to mine: he obviously wanted a feminized slavegirl as badly as I wanted to be one. It wasn’t long before I was talking to him every night. Sometimes I’d find myself waiting up until 2 or 3 A.M. just to talk to him for a few moments. Soon after that, every time I masturbated, I was thinking of him (my mental picture of him, anyway) and my — our — fantasy. Over the weeks and months, it developed: me turned from a college boy into his slutty little housemaid slavegirl. My penis would be locked away in a chastity belt, and he would have the only key. If I ever wanted to come again, I’d have to serve him well with my mouth and my tight little asshole, working hard for one paltry orgasm a week. And meanwhile, he’d be mercilessly using me for his pleasure several times a day. My body would be transformed into that of a nubile little girl through a variety of fantastical means, whatever struck our fancy: surgery, drugs, magic.

Eventually we switched to phone sex. We always talked about this fantasy, always adding new episodes, new wrinkles. And I always came at the end, as did Sean. But gradually Sean began to probe me in questions about my real life (somehow he always dodged mine). I told him my problems: about how hard it was to make ends meet, about how I was failing out of school (mostly because I was talking to Sean and neglecting my work), about how I had no job, about how I was alone in a strange city.

And one day I was short on my rent. I told Sean. Sean said, “I can help you, my little slavegirl. But you’ll have to do something for me.”

I was nervous. “What do you want me to do, Master?”

“I want you to stop masturbating, slave. It’s not proper for a slavegirl. And you are my slavegirl, right?”

I gulped, but said, “Yes, of course, Master.”

“Then show me your faith, slavegirl. I want you to stop masturbating.”

There was a pause while I considered this. “But– but I don’t think I can, Master.”

“I know that you can’t, slavegirl. You’re weak. And that’s what makes you such a good little slave. But I want you to try, really try. If you do this for me — if you be my slave — I’ll take care of my slavegirl, like a good Master should. Do you understand?”

I considered it. Knowing I’d try, knowing I’d fail. I’d masturbated every day, more or less, since I was twelve. But Sean asking me to do this — give up my orgasms for him, start making the fantasy a reality — was just so hot. I was already rock hard, just thinking about it. And I did need the money — my rent was already late. “I… yes. Yes, Master.”

“Yes what, slave? I want to hear you say it. Promise me.”

“I… I promise I’ll stop… touching myself…” I stammered. “…stop masturbating, for you, Master Sean.”

“Good! And I promise I’ll take care of you as long as you remain true to me, slavegirl. Now go to bed.”

And with that, he hung up. Leaving me alone, in my apartment, with my hard cock in my hand.

I thought about it. But I kept my word. I stopped touching myself and crossed my arms, gripping my forearms tightly. I went to bed like that, and laid there for a long time, trying not to think about how turned on I was, trying not to think about Sean and what I had agreed to.

Eventually I fell asleep. Without coming. Davazlar Escort The next day in the mail was an envelope, shipped express. Inside it were ten crisp new hundred dollar bills. And a note:

“I keep my word. Do you, slut? – Your Master”

I was instantly very, very turned on. It was mostly the note, but the money didn’t hurt either. And being turned on by the money only made me feel sluttier. But I was good, all that day.

Inevitably, though, I cracked. Later that week, I jerked off, as I had known I would. And as my Master had known I would. But I did the right thing: I told him. He wasn’t surprised.

It went on like this for a few months. Master was paying my bills, and I was servicing him at night on the phone. I’d talk dirty to him, hear him cum, and then go to bed quivering and horny but trying so hard to be good. And when I failed, I’d tell him. He seemed understanding.

But then things changed. I had failed out of school, and still had no job. I was just barely making ends meet on the $1000 a month Master was sending me. Eventually, the rent was late again.

“Master… your slavegirl humbly informs you that her rent is late.”

“Is that so, slavegirl?”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry.”

“How many times have you touched yourself in the past month, slave?”

“Errr… I… don’t–“

“Seven, slave. Seven! This is entirely unacceptable, don’t you think? When I’ve honorably kept my end of the bargain?”

I blushed. “I… um… I’m sorry, Mast–“

“Shut up,” he said. My blush deepened. “Are you serious about being my slavegirl?”

“Yes, Master, very, Master!”

“Good. Then I will need a greater commitment from you.”

In panic, I said, “Of course, Master, anything!”

And I could hear him laugh. “Good girl.” I squirmed when he called me that, as I always did. “We’ll see how much you mean it. Tomorrow, slave.” And he hung up.

The next day, in addition to the usual $1000, a smallish box was in the mail. As always, there was no return address — typical of Sean. I rushed back to my apartment, eager to open it.

My fingers fumbled at the brown cardboard of the box, tearing away tape, and at last it was revealed: some odd metal thing, made of rings and tubes and sliding parts. I had never seen anything quite like it, and I couldn’t figure out what it was.

There was a note. It said:

“Will you be true to the terms of your bondage, girl? You have until midnight to decide. Wear it in love, bitch, or never trouble me again.”

I shuddered with terror and sexual excitement as I picked up the metal object again. It was a chastity device, of course. And unlike any I had ever seen.

It was like some kind of cock cage, made of a matte gray metal fitting on behind the scrotum, with a tube that would slide over my cock, imprisoning it. The lock was incredibly complex, with a surprising amount of sliding parts, but it was obvious how the device was to be worn and locked.

There was no key.

I pretended to myself that I would think about it. But I couldn’t really think any longer. Every time I looked at that device, I just got so turned on. I masturbated seven times as afternoon faded to evening and to night.

At 11:30, I knew I had to do it or lose Sean and my fantasy forever. And what kind of life was waiting for me? No more school, no job, no friends or family. If I wore it, all I’d be giving up was my inhibition and my seven stolen orgasms a month. And I could always get a locksmith to go at the thing if I backed down.

And so I put it on, sliding myself into it. It fit perfectly; I guessed Master had somehow sized it based on the nude pictures I had sent him. Before I could psych myself out, I slid the clasp closed. And suddenly, I understood what all those mysterious moving parts were for: the device clamped onto my small, exhausted penis with a series of swift click-click-clicks, forcing it down and under my body at a shockingly steep angle. Simultaneously, I felt a burst of blinding pain as it forced my balls up against my body.

With a shriek of agonized surprise, I dropped to my knees in shock. When the pain subsided, I looked down in horror at my newly transformed crotch. Before, where I had a penis — small, sure, but well-used, by myself if not the ladies — I now had only a short gray tube of inert metal. It wrapped under my scrotum, pinning it against my body, to where it pointed slightly downward. It was now clasped at both ends to the ring that encircled my scrotum. In short, where I used to have a set of male genitalia, I now had nothing but a little mound of metal-girted flesh.

My mind reeled as I tentatively poked and prodded at the device that now imprisoned me. It was devious: my penis was kept imprisoned and tucked underneath me in a space and angle that prevented the slightest degree of stiffness. The ring around my scrotum somehow pulled my balls up incredibly close to my body. Yet the initial Davazlar Escort Bayan wave of pain had passed; now the whole device felt disturbingly comfortable. Clearly, I could be kept in this thing indefinitely — if Sean wanted.

I confusedly thought that my days of peeing while standing up were over. Yes, I’d have to sit or squat to pee, like a bitch, for as long as my Master wanted —

A whimper escaped me. I was getting turned on thinking about my newly chastised condition. But now my poor penis was trapped, imprisoned in an utterly inflexible metal casing. There was no way for it to get erect. The only feelings I had were a hot flush throughout my body and a warm, tingling pressure inside my chastity cage. I rubbed at the tube, then at the whole slave-mound between my legs, but there was no relief. The feeling only got tantalizingly stronger.

What had I done? Peeing sitting down was the least of my troubles. My normal life was over. I could forget about getting hard for anytime in the near future. Orgasm was obviously out of the question. Certainly there was no chance of the delicious pleasure of penetrating a woman. Even the paltry pleasure of masturbation was quite impossible. What the hell had I been thinking? A fantasy was one thing, great in small doses that ended with a nice orgasm. But now I’d gotten carried away, and it was real, all too real.

I picked at the lock with a fingernail, but of course this was fruitless. The panic was rising inside me. I began to tug at the device, then pull hard, and was greeted only with aching pain for my efforts. There was no way to remove the thing short of tearing off my trapped genitals.

Tears welled in my eyes, and I felt true fear as the enormity of what I’d done to myself set in. No, there was only one way I could get out: the key. And who had it? A man. A man I had never met or even seen. A man who could be anywhere in the world, for all I knew. A man who I had promised to serve with my body. A man who I had on many occasions begged to keep me in brutal slavery and chastity. A man I had taken money from, as a good faith deposit on my servitude. I had sold myself into slavery, for a few measly grand, and now the bill was coming due. Thinking about this was terrifying, but it was also making me very, very excited, and that agonizingly delicious sensation was building up in me again. As I stroked at the tube, wishing for the slightest sensation, I began to weep.

That was when the phone rang. I looked up at the clock through a blur of tears: Midnight.

I leapt for the phone and answered it with a shaky hand. My voice was choked with my sobs.

“He– hello? Master?”

His voice was perfectly calm, as always. “I see you’ve decided to honor your part of the bargain.”

I felt cold. “But how could you know that, Master?”

“I have had several cameras in your apartment for some time, slave. I look after my investments. That’s the only reason we’ve progressed this far: because I know you were honest in reporting your previous failures of discipline to me. But that aside, I can tell by the sound of your voice. You wouldn’t be crying like the bitch you now are if you hadn’t put it on.”

“But how –“

“Shut up.” I blushed. “You know, slave, you’re lucky. The springs in that device are quite powerful. If you had put it on incorrectly and then locked it, it probably would have cut your little boy-clit clean off. Or maybe crushed it into pulp. And while a penectomy is probably in the cards for you some day” — I swear I could hear his smile as he said this — “I don’t think you’re quite ready for that, hm?”

I felt light-headed, dizzy, sick. I closed my eyes and listened as Sean kept speaking.

“Don’t try going to a locksmith. He’ll just scramble the lock, and then you’ll be in that thing forever. Because it can’t be cut off, at least not at any temperature that would leave you with genitals when it was done.”

“Yes, Master,” I whimpered. I had already suspected as much.

“Is it comfortable, slave? I had to guess on the fit a bit.”

If I said it pinched or rubbed me, would he release me? I doubted it. And I didn’t want to lie to him; it could only make things worse. “It fits perfectly, Master.”

“Good! Because you’re going to be in it for quite a while.”

This was hardly a surprise, but a little moan escaped me anyway. Not least because my Master’s deep, calm voice was turning me on as it always did.

“I see you have the money. You know the exchange — you get the money, I get your chastity for another month.”

“A month! But Master, please, I’ll go crazy!”

Sean sighed, as if bored. “A month. Since you were unable to keep your word before, I shall force you to keep it now. Or was it your wish to break your word, slave?”

“No, Master!”

“That’s good. Because I’m giving you my word that I’ll grant you release in thirty days. After the month I’ve purchased.” My Master laughed. “You Escort Davazlar must be so excited, slave! All your fantasies are coming true at last! You’ll hear from me in a month. Be good, slave.”

“Please, Master, wait–“

But the line was dead. He was gone. The tears began to flow again, and I blearily made my way to bed. A long time later, I slept.

The next month was a dark time for me. Master no longer called or came to the usual places online. The only way I had to reach him was e-mail, and he never responded. I realize now that Master was testing me, but at the time all I knew was frustration and fear. I woke every morning, alone in my apartment, feeling the dull hot throb in my boy-clit (for so I thought of it now) that formerly would have been a nice stiff morning erection. And most nights I cried myself to sleep, alone and aching with unfulfillable need. It only got worse as the month progressed; at times I could feel the ache of lust all through my body. At the worst, it felt like my nipples and anus were spasming with hot ache. I couldn’t bear to meet the gaze of women in the street, for it just gave me a pathetic feeling of sick longing. They seemed impossibly beautiful and aloof, and there was no question they were utterly sexually inaccessible. To me, anyhow. I tried watching pornography a few times, but it just made me frustrated and sad. Every time I went to the bathroom, I had to sit. As such, I was reminded multiple times a day of my stupidity, my new humility, and what I had really given up — not just my orgasms but my gender.

As the days stretched into weeks, my sadness deepened into depression. I was in a constant haze of unfulfillable lust, and Master had left me alone. On the worst nights, when the ache was utterly unignorable and sleep eluded me, I drank myself into black unconsciousness. I couldn’t fulfill or relieve my libido, but I could blot it out for a little while. This only made the mornings worse. I had no school, no job, no family to occupy me. I contemplated going to a locksmith. I might get out, and if not, I could have the thing cut off. Sure, it might destroy my cock and balls, but it wasn’t like I had them now. And it would be an escape from the delicious tingly ache that was my only companion. I contemplated suicide.

The only thing that kept me going was my hope that Master would keep his word. And he always had, so far. I had no reason to doubt that he would release me from this infernal device after the agreed term of one month. But even so, doubt I did. I began to irrationally think that something had happened to Sean, that he had died in an auto wreck or some other senseless accident, and the key to my chastity tube was lost forever. I would just wait in vain for a call that would never come for the rest of my life.

But Master had always been true, and I true to him. And so my hope survived, and it carried me through the month. I woke on the afternoon on the thirtieth day, blackly hung over from the previous night’s liquor, and rushed to my mailbox. Sure enough, there was a note:

“Go to the Ritz-Carlton downtown. Thirtieth floor, midnight. I will be there in person to grant you your release. Almost there, slave.”

My heart raced. He had kept his word! Tears welled in my eyes again. I had been crying a lot lately, which I attributed to the hormonal imbalance of a long month without ejaculation. But this time, it was only due to the overwhelming feeling of love I felt for Master. But I was nervous. He’d be there in person. I was still a virgin when it came to men; I’d never even seen a cock besides mine in person. But I had a feeling that was going to change soon. Master was going to want to taste his slavegirl’s sugar…

All the sudden I was overcome with a throbbing flush of excitement. I ran back upstairs to begin g ettingready.

And so at 11:55 I found in an elevator, rising to the 30th floor of the nicest hotel in town. My mind raced and my boy-clit throbbed with a month of stored passion, anticipating its imminent release. I tried to imagine what Master would look like and came up blank for a moment. I’d never been with a man before, and I’d never found myself particularly physically attracted to one. All the same, I imagined him having a body to match his dominance and self-assurance: tall, muscular, maybe blonde with a tan and a cold smile. Older, too, maybe even in his forties. It was hard to tell from his voice, which was deep and had a slight, undefinable accent.

Myself, I was quite short at about 5’5″, and skinny, little older than a teenager. My hair was brown and my eyes green. I had showered thoroughly, and then I had shaved off all my body hair — at least what wasn’t covered by the chastity tube. I knew Master would like that. But I didn’t have anything nice to wear, so it was just my usual jeans, boxers, and a T-shirt. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be wearing it for very long anyway.

The elevator dinged and let me out. I found myself in a small foyer with a small sofa and oak paneling. Ahead was a door with a small plaque that simply read “30”. As I approached it, I was trembling with anticipation and involuntarily rubbing at my tube-encased boy-clit. Soon I’d be with my Master, serving him in slavegirl fashion. And I’d be free of the damned tube, at least briefly.

The room was not very large, maybe 12 feet by 18 feet. It had a cathedral ceiling sloping upward, 12 feet at the low end, almost 20 feet at the top, with a large skylight. It was mostly empty, which surprised Shelby. Several chairs, a padded sawhorse with ring bolts at the four corners, an old school desk and table, an armoire which probably contained the equipment.

What surprised Shelby most of all was the beam, 12 feet in the air, bisecting the room, and the rope and pulley at its center. And under it was a stool. It was not as high as the kind found in bars or clubs, and it appeared more comfortable for sitting with both feet on the floor.

When they spoke on the Net, this woman had mentioned her desire to tie Shelby up for an extended period of time. Shelby had come out towards the end of her sophomore year in college. Later, after she graduated, a roommate turned her on to rough sex, and six months later Shelby was introduced to bondage by a very experienced lover. But she wasn’t keen on this idea of extended bondage, thought it was some kind of joke, and then the idea dropped from her mind.

This new woman found Shelby at an Internet bondage site, and after a few e-mails Shelby decided to meet her for dinner. Fran Morgan turned out to be very charming, not at all the butch Shelby had expected. Fran was a late 30s. very classy Lipstick Lesbian. Shelby guessed that the woman must have been drop dead gorgeous when she was younger. She was starting to fall in love.

But what confused Shelby were the mood swings. Towards the end of the meal, Shelby mentioned that she didn’t just do what anybody told her. Almost immediately, Fran Morgan slapped Shelby across the face as they sat at their table in a dark corner of the expensive restaurant.

“You will be amazed at the things I could make you do,” Fran said in an icy voice. And then her voice returned to normal, and she smiled, and lifted a glass in a toast.

At one point in the e-mail, Fran mentioned suspension – that was something new she added to the game. Shelby really hadn’t given much thought to how it would be accomplished. Fran said something about the Spanish Inquisition, something she had read about as a child, something that had stayed in her mind, something she had wanted to act out for years. Did the Inquisitors really suspend their victims? Maybe Shelby was letting herself in for more then she had planned?

Shelby decided she would go home with the pretty older woman. So it was in the parking lot of the restaurant, just as they got to Fran’s car, that she grasped Shelby by the hair. The younger woman tried to pull away, but that only increased her pain.

“When we get home, I can beat you into submission, slap you around to get you in the mood. I know you like rough sex, and I will be very rough if I have to. But I prefer that you follow my instructions, that you do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. I knew that does turn you on, you hot little cunt, following instructions, doing exactly what you are told.”

Just the thought of it, being called a “cunt,” of being told what to do, was very exciting. Almost immediately Shelby could feel the flash of wet between her shapely thighs.

Fran was standing slightly behind her, without letting go the grip on Shelby’s long red hair, whispering this in her ear in a low, menacing voice. Then Fran slid her hand into the top of Shelby’s blouse, using her thumb and index finger to grasp Shelby’s nipple, to squeeze her tit very hard.

“Ahhhhh! Please.”

“Does my little slut like that? Having her tits squeezed? Or when we get home would she prefer I used a hot needle on her pretty little tits?’

“Please, don’t burn me. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll behave.”

“Thank you. Now get your sexy ass in the car. And lift up your skirt – I want to be able to your cunt as I drive.”

Shelby did as she was told, and Fran caressed the front of Shelby’s panties during most of the silent ride back to the house.

At first Shelby didn’t want to get out of the car, and it took another slap across the face to encourage her. Then Fran showed her the way to the strange room.

Fran asked her to undress, told Shelby she should store her clothing in the armoire. Now she was very polite, almost European in her manner.

“Would you please be so kind as to take off your clothing, everything except your underpants.”

Shelby had undressed in front of dozens of lovers and one-night stands. And she had been spanked or tied in one way or another by a few of them. But somehow, this was different. This pretty older Yeşilköy Escort woman was so sure of herself. For the first time, Shelby was self conscious about her body. She hoped Fran would like her figure, especially her breasts. She wanted Fran to think she was pretty. And Shelby was glad that Fran let her keep her panties, at least for the moment.

Then Fran told her to sit on the stool.

Shelby paused for a moment and Fran quickly slapped her across the breast. “I can put you over the horse and whip your pussy and asshole, if you prefer. Sometimes, if I bring home a really dumb cunt, I need to do that to get her attention. So I hope you’ll be smarter than that.”

Shelby wondered why this classy woman had to be so crude. At the same time, she was excited by the humiliation of being called a dumb cunt. And the thought of being whipped between her legs was terrifying. So Shelby sat where she was told. And the stool was a comfortable height – her feet rested firmly on the floor.

Fran walked up behind her.

“Your hands, please, put them in back of your neck. Elbows back.”

Shelby did was she was told. The position raised her perfect 34-B breasts, thrust them forward.

Fran reach around with both hands, felt the heft of Shelby’s shapely breasts, moved her hands from side to side, made Shelby’s breasts sway gently. Then Fran used her hands on Shelby’s nipples. Shelby watched as they shrank in size, grew hard, became more sensitive. She closed her eyes and leaned back against her older lover. This was almost heaven. Then Fran began to squeeze, using her thumb and forefinger against each perfect pink nipple. Harder and harder. Shelby could feel herself becoming moist, could feel the beginning of her arousal.

“Shelby likes that?”

“Yes, ma’am, very much.”

Fran squeezed suddenly, unexpectedly, and Shelby gasped.

“Ahh!”

“And that?”

Shelby didn’t have to answer. Over the net, she had told Fran that she was into bondage, and submission fantasies. She didn’t mention breast discipline. But she knew Fran could tell that she craved the pain almost as much as the pleasure of being restrained. That in some ways, the pain and the pleasure were one.

“Don’t move,” Fran ordered.

She could hear Fran walk away and the attractive older woman return a moment later. Shelby opened her eyes, saw Fran standing in front of her holding a pair of ankle cuffs.

“We’ll put these on now, since we’ll need them later for the suspension.”

Was Fran going to suspend her up side down? She hadn’t said in her e-mail posting. Then Fran knelt on the floor in front of her, put the cuff tightly on one ankle, then the other. And then she hooked each cuff to an O-ring on the leg of the stool. Being cuffed had aroused Shelby more than having her nipples squeezed, and Shelby was sure Fran could see the wetness beginning to seep through her sheer white panties.

The woman must have been a mind reader. Fran stood up, began to caress her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear.

“Our Shelby is getting wet? The little whore likes that?”

“Yes, ma’am.’

“You really are a horny little slut. And I haven’t even begun to restrain you. Don’t move, I need to get more equipment.”

Since her legs were firmly attached to the stool, Shelby knew she couldn’t go anywhere. But Shelby kept her hands behind her neck as instructed.

Fran came back with a leather strap and three lengths of cord. The strap went around her chest, just below Shelby’s breasts. Fran stood behind her and buckled it very tight. Then she took one of the cords, doubled it in half, and put the loop under the strap. The two loose ends went through the loop, and she moved the cord to her left side.

“Lower your left arm. Put it against the strap,” she instructed.

Shelby did as she was told. The doubled cord went around her wrist several times. Then one end went under the strap, and the two ends of the cord tied tightly together. Her left arm was tied tightly to her side. She repeated the process with the second length of cord and her right arm. Then she used the third cord to pull her elbows back and tie them together.

In this position, Shelby’s perfect young breasts were thrust forward, totally unprotected. She couldn’t move her hands to protect herself, and while she could stand up, her ankles were attached to the stool. Whatever punishment this woman would devise, Shelby knew she was at her mercy. Wasn’t this what she wanted all along?

“Some more equipment. Don’t go away.”

When Yeşilköy Escort Bayan she came back, both of her hands were closed. She extended her fists, palms up?

“Left or right?” Fran asked.

Shelby said “left” and Fran opened her hand. She was holding a pair of plastic clothes pins, the squeeze clip type. Shelby didn’t have to guess what they were for. Whatever was in her right hand, Fran emptied into her pocket, so Shelby didn’t know if she made a good choice.

The clips went onto her nipples and Shelby felt the pain almost immediately. Then Fran stood behind her and began to press and rub Shelby’s breasts. The pain of the clips on her nipples became more intense.

“Ahhh.”

Then Fran walked around in front and flicked the clip on Shelby’s tit with her index finger.

“Ohhh, Jesus.”

First the right, then the left, then the right again. Over and over and over again. The pain short through her, went right to her cunt.

“Ahhhhhhh! Christ! Please.”

“We’ll do this some more when I have my pretty little whore up in the air. It will hurt more when I use the flogger.”

When Shelby decided to meet this new woman, she didn’t know beforehand exactly how she would be punished – just that the other woman would inflict pain on her breasts. But now Fran Morgan was doing just that, causing Shelby incredible pleasure. She understood how to treat a woman’s breasts to make the pain and pleasure merge into one indescribably pleasurable sensation.

So far Shelby had not been disappointed. First Fran had caressed her breasts gently, teased her nipples to make them hard. Fran knew the exact touch to arouse her, to make her wet between her shapely legs. Then Fran squeezed her nipples harder and harder until Shelby gasped. What did she ask?

“Our Shelby likes that? My little whore likes that? The slut gets off on the pain?”

“Yes ma’am, I like that very much.”

Shelby remembered her answer, blushed as she said it.

Fran knew exactly when to put the plastic clips on her nipples, how to flick them with her index finger to make it hurt even more. Finally Fran told her she would punish Shelby’s tits again after she put her up in the air.

“But first, some quiet time, some time to reflect on your situation,” Fran said over her shoulder as she walked away, turned off the lights in the room, left Shelby in solitude. So the attractive 24 year old sat there in the dark, knew that if she tried to get off the stool she would probably fall, maybe even break a leg. That wasn’t a very smart thing to do, so she just sat there. Shelby felt the slowly increasing pressure on her nipples, wondered if Fran would come back into the room today or tomorrow.

Shelby though she might have almost fallen asleep once or twice, then the jarring sensation of snapping awake. Maybe three times in all. And the dull ache of the clips on her nipples was no longer pleasurable. She wondered if Fran was watching her, if she was taping this, if Fran had her on a video. Was this something to show her, to share with her later, or perhaps to share with her friends? As Shelby thought of others seeing her in bondage, the attractive younger woman started getting wet all over again.

Then the lights came back on, too bright. Fran walked up to her swiftly and she though at first Shelby was going to slap her. She was silent for a moment, looked at her, saw the disoriented looked on Shelby’s pretty face, thought for a moment, and finally she said:

“I think we’re ready to go flying. Is Shelby ready for lift off?”

She guessed she was.

“Yes ma’am,” Shelby replied, with a hit of reservation in her voice.

Fran went to the wall, came back with a small electronic control box. Then she heard the sound, looked up and saw the rope being lowered from overhead beam. On the end was an O-ring and three more lines – with mountain climber’s carabineers on the ends. Fran attached each shorter line to the rope used to tie each arm to the leather strap around her chest. The longer line went from elbow to elbow and back to the O-ring. While it looked awkward, Shelby realized that most of the lifting would be done by the strap around her chest.

When she was finished with the hookup, Fran knelt down and unsnapped the hooks from her ankle cuffs, but she kept the cuffs securely in place.

“Please stand.”

From the position she was in, Fran could see Shelby’s matted light red public hair though the front of Shelby’s sheer soaked panties.

“This does turn my little slut on?” No answer was necessary.

Fran Escort Yeşilköy quickly lowered Shelby’s panties, asked her to step out, crumpled them up and put them in her pocket.

“You can have them back when we’re finished.”

Fran walked away for a moment, and came back with a spreader bar. It was very large, at least 24 inches long, enough to open Shelby up very wide. Quickly Fran attached it to the ankle cuffs.

Then she used the control box to raise the line attached to her chest harness. She only needed to lift Shelby six inches off the floor and she could feel the fear beginning. Then Shelby was suspended almost vertically. She was leaning slightly forward in the harness, her tits thrust forward. Most of her weight was carried by the leather strap, but there would be enough pressure on her arms and elbows to cause discomfort. There is something about being off the ground, suspended, that Shelby found terrifying.

Again, she did her mind reading trick:

“It will be worse when I turn you up side down. But lets see what we can do in this position.”

She reached forward and grasped Shelby by her pubic hair. There wasn’t that much to grab – Shelby kept herself nicely trimmed. But there was enough to hold onto. Fran didn’t pull hard, just a gently squeeze, enough to make Shelby’s clit twitch. She relaxed the grip and then squeezed again. Again the pressure on Shelby’s clit. Fran really knew how to get to her. Then a finger in Shelby’s cunt to test for wetness.

“Good, we’re making progress.” Shelby’s cunt was like a lake.

Fran went on to explain that she was going to take the clips off Shelby’s nipples for a while, so that she could use a small slapper on Shelby’s delectable breasts. Then there was the sudden rush of pain as Fran pulled off first one clip, then the second, from Shelby’s swollen nipples.

“Holly fucken Christ …” from Shelby.

“Watch you’re dirty mouth.”

The slapper was of soft leather, double thickness jointed together for most of its length, maybe 11 inches long. The tip was cut in a V-shape. Fran used it as its name implied, to slap Shelby’s breasts. She slapped first from the left, then from the right, finally straight across each breast directly on the nipple. She didn’t need to hit hard, just a flick of the wrist. Fran gave her three or four strokes on her left tit, then three or four on her right, then back to the left. Shelby started to whimper.

“Ahhh! Please, ma’am,, not so hard.”

“It hurts a little more then you thought it would?”

“Yes, ma’am. Please.”

Fran didn’t reply. Instead, she picked up the control box and lowered a second line from the overhead beam. It had an O-ring at the end, and two additional lines attached, two more carabineers at the ends. These she hooked to the spreader bar. Using the control box, she began to slowly raise Shelby’s legs. Then Fran lowered the line attached to the chest harness. Back and forth she went, raising and lowering, raising and lowering, until Shelby was suspended horizontally, face down, at waist height. Then she raised Shelby straight up, until she was about five feet off the ground.

The nipple clips came out of Fran’s pocket, one at a time, and she put them back in place on Shelby’s nipples. After the slapper, her breasts were sore, and the new pressure on her nipples was very intense. Fran twisted one nipple suddenly, then the other.

“Ahhhhh,” Shelby moaned as the pain shot through her. “Please, Mistress, not that.”

Fran ignored her. Without listening to Shelby’s protest, Fran picked up the control and began to lower Shelby’s head. Her body was at a 45 degree angle to the ground when Fran stopped the motor. Then she covered Shelby’s eyes with the blindfold. Shelby had started to calm down, but now the fear was coming back. Fran raised and the lines several times and Shelby lost all space orientation. For the first time Shelby was truly terrified.

Then there was a long silence. Shelby had no idea how long Fran kept her there. She heard some movement for a while, then quiet, then silence again. She though Fran moved a chair close to where she was suspended, to observe her more closely.

“Please, Mistress, please let me down.”

Fran didn’t reply. Instead, Shelby felt the sting of a flogger on her tit. Fran hadn’t shown it to her, but it felt like rawhide thongs, eight or ten of them. Her aim was excellent. Each time Fran hit the clip and a portion of Shelby’s breast with the leather thongs. Slowly, methodically, gently Fran whipped her breasts with the leather. Then Fran whipped her with increasing fury. It was like a kiss of fire, burning into her breasts. Shelby could feel the ecstasy spreading, burning into her pussy, burning into her soul.

“Please, Mistress, please…” was the last thing Shelby remembered saying before she began to tremble, before the explosion of her orgasm.

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Had the boy been spying on me? No, not exactly. Not quite. But why had I left the door to my bedroom ajar while I changed? He’d only walked past. Caught a glimpse of me as I finished pulling my dress down. He was a guest, my 18-year old nephew’s friend. It was the first time I had seen my nephew since my husband’s funeral six months earlier. Sean, my nephew. I’d always adored Sean.

“How’s this?” I asked Michael and Sean, returning to the living room. I was dressing up for the teenagers. Actually, I was dressing up to go on a date, and I wanted to look hot. Who better to ask for advice than two sex-starved teens?

I walked back and forth. Like a caged cougar, I thought. I hoped the boys were a little attracted to me. Early 40s, slender, always worked out, good legs, decent breasts, glossy hair, nice face. I was growing anxious for their verdict.

“You’re so beautiful,” said Sean, and made me smile.

“Your dress is tight and sexy,” Michael began. “But…”

Yes, it was certainly tight. So tight that the outline of my garter straps, the fasteners clutching my stocking tops were visible through the thin and stretchy fabric. I’m afraid I’d already described my underthings to the boys. My description of the stockings and mention of my black panties and bra had made their eyes light up, and had given them the courage to be opinionated on the topic of seduction wear.

“Tight and sexy? But what?” I prompted Michael to finish his sentence. Sitting down on the couch between the boys, my skirt rode up and exposed my stocking tops.

“You’re getting closer, auntie,” quiet Sean offered.

I recalled my marriage as I sat there with the boys. I refused to remember the accident– too painful– but dwelt on more pleasant memories– memories of the dress I now wore. My husband loved it, and I recalled the night in the pub, drinking too much: he and his pal, their hands wandering over me, fondling my breasts, stroking my legs. His friend asked us over for a nightcap; my husband whispered in my ear begging me to go, begging for me to fuck his dear friend while he watched, and then joined in. He’d always had these fantasies of me and other men– threesomes, gang bangs. I always turned him down. Now I regretted not being more of a slut for him. I’d begun to tell myself that one thing I could do in his memory was to become the sultry woman he’d always dreamed I could be. I shook my head, trying to drive out the very idea, and stood up again.

“This is a second date,” I told the boys again. “And it’s important that what I wear makes this guy’s heart stop.”

I decided to model another dress for them. I opened the door to my room, and invited them into my inner sanctum. Would they be permitted to see me change? I was just too conscious of the fact that the last man to fuck me was my husband, nearly six months earlier. I missed his cock. I missed cock.

“Come in here. I’ll show you my selection of slutty attire.”

Michael and Sean sat nervously on the edge of my bed as they watched me go through my closet.

“That one,” Michael said when I flashed a slinky, very short, low-cut green dress at them.

“I should have known you’d pick that one.” I lifted it out of the closet on its hanger and held it out for the teens to inspect. Sean ran his fingers along the hem, while Michael stroked the fabric around the scandalously low neckline, and I could imagine his fingers teasing my nipples. It was at that moment that I knew what was to be, what these young men would have to do to me before they could leave my boudoir.

“But it won’t do. It exposes too much,” I insisted, and I took hold of the hem of my dress, and with one practiced over-the-head maneuver, removed it. I was standing in front of the boys wearing only my “unmentionables.”

“You see my black bra?” At that moment, that’s all they were seeing! They cradled my lovely breasts– adding just a little more shape, and it was absolutely sheer– my large areolae beckoning my tit-centric teen pals. “Well, as you see, this bra isn’t made to go with such a low neckline. I usually wear a teeny push-up bra when I wear this.”

I Göynük Escort took the dress back and turned toward the closet, showing off my panties and my round behind. I knew that the panties fit very snuggly and that they pulled up between my ass cheeks, giving me a nice “bubble butt” look. I turned to look at my boys. It was obvious their cocks were beginning to swell at the sight of me and were already jutting out under their loose slacks. They didn’t seem to want to hide that fact.

I swallowed nervously and ordered– “Now pull down your pants, the both of you!” They obeyed me. Within seconds, I was squatting on the floor between the two teenagers. I wrapped my hand around Michael’s hard cock, opened my mouth and began cock-sucking him. Just like that! My, I was getting turned on. My nephew was sitting rather innocently to my right, his knee touching my shoulder, watching with amazement at the live sex show that was unfolding, no doubt wondering if he, too, would get to play with his auntie. As I licked Michael’s sex, I took Sean’s half-hard, but ample cock in hand and began to stimulate him, too. With a little encouragement, my nephew soon had a hard-on that rivaled his friend’s.

“Now Sean, darling. What’s auntie to do with you? I’ve already decided what I’m going to do with Michael.” I smiled up at Michael, then looked at Sean. He was my sister’s son, after all. I wanted his permission before I performed the dirty deed on him as well.

“What you’re doing feels so good,” he gasped. “Oh, Aunt Diane. Could you do a little more?”

I tenderly kissed his swollen knob, and looked at him lovingly– then I took him gently into my mouth, and allowed him to slide his throbbing member, up and down, over my extended tongue. Sean really seemed to get off on this. “Holy fuck, auntie. Your tongue feels so good!” After that, I bobbed back and forth– down on Michael’s cock, over to Sean’s. To Michael, back to sucking Sean. The boys were so disappointed when I got up off my knees, and who could blame them?

I turned to Michael, the macho one– I wouldn’t be surprised if he turns into a brute and a heart breaker some day– maybe that’s why I fancied him. I took his hands and put them on my breasts, and he began to milk and stroke them while jealous Sean observed.

“Take my bra off.”

He fumbled with the snap.

“Off now, tear it if you have to, you little fuck!” Michael grasped the filmy garment and tugged three times, violently, until he’d ripped if off of me, almost knocking me on the floor in the process. I regained my balance, my titties still quivering.

“So you can’t offer a lady your seat? What’s with you?” Michael stood up. I quickly stripped off my panties– sat down, scooted back, then sprawled out on the bed, spreading my thighs for my lovers. Michael looked me over for a few seconds while he pumped his cock, then flew at me. Just like that, he was mounting me, clumsily pushing his pulsing dick into my hungry pussy.

“Oh, that’s good, Michael, fucking good. Fuck me with that big cock! Sean, are you watching? This is how you fuck a woman, darling.”

Michael was big and anxious and awkward, but I wasn’t complaining. He played with my tits while he screwed me hard, coming after only three or four minutes.

“Oh fuck, Diane, you hot fucking bitch, fuck! I’m cumming! Take this, bitch! Take all of my load, fucking cougar!”

It was this sweet talk that sent me over the top, and I told my nephew so, between each of my throaty groans.”Oh, fuck Michael, you’re hot! Oh! Sweet Sean. This is how you talk to a cougar while you dick her! Oh! Talk dirty to me, you fuck!”

I felt his hot dick erupt inside of me, and as he ejaculated he pounded my cunt even harder. After Michael finished with me, I laid spread eagle across the bed, temporarily depleted. Until I heard my nephew’s small voice.

“Auntie?” Sean stammered, for some reason still in the asking-permission-mode.

“Yes, my darling Sean.”

“Can I fuck you, too? Would it be right… I mean, alright?”

“Yes, darling. Considering you have such a nice big cock to do me with. As long as you don’t mind having ‘sloppy seconds’.” I smiled at Michael, and looked back at my nephew. I was hoping he was Göynük Escort Bayan a little bit jealous because of his friend.

Sean knelt between my legs and paid me more attention than Michael had. First he stroked my lovely stocking-encased legs. My black stockings really seemed to turn him on, and of course I just love wearing them. Then he stroked the bare skin between my stocking tops and my womanhood, making me very excited. By the time he touched the lips of my labia, I was almost ready to rape him– but he deprived me of that rough pleasure by grasping his cock and then slowly, gently invading my body. How lovely, I thought. What a prize he is, what a wonderful nephew. Sean then laid on top of me so I could hold him in my arms. I wrapped my legs around him, and while we slowly screwed, we kissed.

“I love you, Auntie Di.”

“I love you too, my boy. Now you’re going to start visiting me more than once a year, aren’t you!” This, of course, wasn’t a question or request. More like an order.

“Can I fuck you when I visit?”

“You’ll sleep with me every night. You’ll fuck me before we fall asleep. We’ll cuddle. Then in the morning I’ll slip out of your arms, and when you wake up, you’ll find me sucking your cock.”

“What about me?’ asked Michael.

“Oh, Michael. We mustn’t forget Michael!” I laughed. “This is only a queen-sized bed. Still, if Sean cuddles up on my right, and Michael, you snuggle up to me on my left, I think we’ll be more than comfortable.”

Sean had been holding back on me, and I gasped as he sank a couple more inches of his tool deep into my love nest, and I moaned when I felt his huge nut sack cradle in the crux of my spread thighs. “Sean, my darling. You’re not to cum in auntie’s pussy. Would you go me a great big favor and take your cock out of me, and hold it up to my mouth.

Sean pulled his cock straight out, and straddling my body, knees on either side, he made his way toward my face. What a sight! His big wet tool led the way, dripping and throbbing, a mind of its own, eager to come in contact with my tongue.

“Auntie wants your big dick in her mouth!” I said in my most sultry voice. “You boys ought to know. All us cougars love to cock-suck! That’s why it’s really better with an older woman.”

. With Sean kneeling over my mouth, I flicked my tongue out and probed the underside of his erection.

“Oh, Sean! I’m not going to be able to taste your ejaculate at all. You cock is positively coated with Michael’s jizzum– and my cuntal juices.”

Michael was sitting cross-legged inches from us, playing with his soft penis. “Hey, Sean. Tell your auntie that she’s just going to have to clean off your dick with her tongue.”

“What an idea!” I teased. Of course, that was exactly what I gong to do. I slid down further between his legs and raised my lips toward his sweaty nutsack.

“Now don’t cum, honey. You’re going to feel a lot of powerful sensations as I lick you” I started with his balls, sucking each big nut into my mouth, which made Sean wince a little. Then I worked my way up his shaft, licking and kissing it. One long, thick ribbon of pre-cum was hanging from his cock-hole by the time I had reached the top. I tried to lap it up, but instead it landed wetly across the bridge of my nose. By this time Michael, who was a bit more experienced than Sean, had reached between my legs and had started to play with my clit. His fingers felt so wonderful, I almost started to pee. I opened my mouth wide and aimed Sean’s muscle toward my mouth.

“I’m gonna suck you, honey, until you explode.”

Umm. So good. I love working a cock, using my lips, tongue to please, to tease, just a little nipping with my teeth. My nephew was trembling, and for a moment I thought he might topple over. Our orgasms, believe it or not, were simultaneous, and then I realized I was the one who had been shaking, my sweet orgasm sent waves of pleasure through my body.

When we began having our cum together, Sean pulled his spasming tool out of my mouth and two thick ribbons of sperm went flying– but who could blame him for wanting to see his some of his splooge run down his auntie’ s face? Well, I plugged his pulsing muscle right back into my mouth Escort Göynük where it properly belonged and began savoring his copious load of fuckmilk. Four, five, maybe six strong spurts–more trickled out of the corners of my mouth. As soon as his spasming muscle began to relax, I began to suck really hard, coaxing yet another mouthful out of his balls.

Both boys were smiling at me when Sean finally pulled out and and sat down on me, with his half-hard dick resting between my boobs. Well, I was smiling, too! I was such a mess, his juice dripping down my cheeks and chin. I used my finger tips to collect a few thick globs of his jizzum, and then I licked them clean.

“So strong!” I told the boys. “Sean, your sperm tastes very strong– and delicious! I bet you’re really fertile. You’d better be careful when you’re fucking young girls, unless you want to breed them.” Sean beamed with pride at this compliment about his masculinity. I certainly wanted him to know that I thought of him as a real man!

“Now boys, off you go. My date will be here any minute now.”

“Wow! Thanks Auntie Di for the great fuck.” Sean had good manners– he always remembered to say thank you. “Michael. We’d better go and let my auntie clean up.”

“Clean up? What could you mean?” I stood there watching Sean dress, spreading his cum over my skin like some sinful skin cream. “I don’t have to clean up. I can get ready fast enough to answer the door a matter of seconds.” I held my panties in my hand and draped my discarded dress over my arm.

“I have to confess. I may have caught myself a married man, which is fine by me–yeah, I’d be lucky to have him after nearly ruining our first date. I was too much a lady.”

“Where’s taking you, Diane?” Michael asked.

“Just to bed– if I’m lucky.”

“You mean you’re going to fuck him, too?” asked Sean.

“I really hope so! I want him to be mounting and fucking me right here while the mattress is still warm.”

Michael was getting quite turned on by me describing my date plans.

“Come on, Mike. We’d better go…”

“Honey. Michael hasn’t even dressed yet. And he is so ready for me. Be a darling. You can watch us fuck if you want. Just stand by the bedroom door. You should be able to see through the front window.” I pushed the boy over on his back, climbed on top of him, and slowly impaled myself on his gorgeous sex. I rode him like a real cowgirl, hoping to milk his tender manhood with my cunt muscles in a matter of minutes– while my jealous nephew looked on. It turned out that our timing was perfect.

“Ah. Auntie? He’s here. A car just pulled up.”

I’d just rolled off of my fuck buddy, the last spasm of love liquor was still boiling out of his cock-hole. Michael got to his feet and grabbed his slacks, and I slid to the floor to have one last lick of his gooey muscle. And the boys disappeared out the back door.

A minute later, I was greeting my new lover. I took his hand and led him straight away into the bedroom, so there would be no question in his mind that he would be allowed to use me. My panties clung wetly to me, and my tight dress showed off the lines of everything I had on underneath. Once in the bedroom, my lover took the liberty of tracing the outline of my garters with his fingertips.

“Wow. I like a woman who dresses like a slut.”

I stepped away from him. He could see the fresh cum stains on my stockings. This is the moment of truth, I thought. He grabbed me, and his lips met mine.

“Who have you been kissing, Diane?”

I confessed. “I’ve been sucking cock. Two teenaged boys were here. I wanted their opinion, to make sure I was properly dressed for sex. Of course, I had to reward them. You like?”

“Like I said, I like slut clothes. Later, when we go out, you’ll wear exactly what you have on now. I want folks to know that my mistress gets properly fucked. Now take it off and get on the bed!”

I stripped, careful to leave on my stockings.

“I’ve never been a slut before. So you won’t mind if your new mistress is a slut?” I asked as a rubbed my boobs. “I told the boys I’d fuck them again.”

His answer? He threw me down on the bed and exposed his rather substantial cock. I grabbed my knees and opened myself wide for my lover. My cunt lips were frothy with Michael’s cum, and a thick, warm ribbon of his spend oozed downward over my accessible asshole.

“For you, my darling,” I said.

My new lover penetrated me with his cock, for what I hoped would be a delirious fuck– my fourth fucking of the day.

I thought I would tell you about my friend, Lydia, who visited last weekend. It was her birthday on Friday and she arrived late in the evening with all her presents wrapped up in a box. I added mine to the pile. I bought her a figurine made by Lladro, she collects them.

Though she knew I was bisexual, there was never anything sexual between us. She had told me in the past, that she was slightly bi-curious but had no intention of doing anything about it. We have a mutual friend, Will, who often made innuendos about my sexuality and has suggested on more than one occasion about threesomes with his gf. At one big party a year or so ago, the talk progressed to sex (after many bottles had been consumed). The chat revealed many secrets, including a couple who revealed that they had had a threesome, with another woman. The wife had told how much she enjoyed being intimate with another woman, and that it had always been a fantasy of hers. Will then asked everyone there whether they had any bi experiences or curiousity. The question went around the room, and Lydia admitted she had fantasized about kissing a woman.

She became the centre of attention and joked, “so which of you girls wants to fuck me?”

One of the guys admitted he had sucked a cock or two at college, which moved attention from Lydia, to her relief.

Anyway, back to last weekend. We sat down with a bottle or two of wine and she started to open the presents. One of them was from Will, it was a rectangular box with a card on the front. Both were left with me, the card reads

“Use this if a girl wants to fuck you.”

She was nervous about opening the box, but I egged her on. When she opened the box she found two dildos and a harness. Lydia looked confused and I laughed. I explained how it worked and she sort of understood, but I could see she was embarrassed, so I went and opened another bottle and pushed the sex toy away and offered my gift.

Later after all the presents had been opened, and she had loosened up more (some way through the second bottle), she told me how much she liked the figurine and leant over to kiss me on the cheek. Lydia half lost her balance and ended up on top of me, kissing my neck. She laughed, straightened up and kissed me gently on the cheek. She sat down next to me, on top of the half hidden toy from Will. Moving it out from behind her, she started asking about it.

I told her more about strap-ons and how they were (occasionally) used in the bedrom. Lydia asked me to put the harness on her, which did not work with her flowing skirt. I was wearing jeans and offered to model it. She was disappointed and asked if I minded her trying again with her skirt off.

I laughed and said

“You are welcome to strip.”

With her skirt off, she pulled the harness on. However, her long blouse kept getting under the straps so she undid a few buttons, this made it worse so she took that off as well. Lydia remarked that it did not fit very tightly, but I let that pass. She grabbed one of the dildos and asked me to fit it in place, I insisted on the second dildo and though puzzled she accepted. It was difficult to fit with her already wearing the harness and we both had to put our hands against her panty covered crotch many times before it was inserted correctly. Her underwear was obviously wet from this attention.

I had never thought about Lydia sexually until then, but with her standing Kınık Escort in my lounge in red bra and white wet (almost see-through) panties with a large dildo strapped to her waist and her doing thrusting movements while giggling, made me shiver slightly.

“Would you like to try it on?” Lydia asked.

I agreed, and she slid the thing down and handed it to me. I started to pull it up my legs.

She said, “No you don’t, come on…strip first.”

I paused and she egged me on, so I pulled my top off and dropped my jeans.

“I love the sexy CK arabesque bra and panties.” she said.

Lydia looked down at her red and white combo and remarked that she wished she had worn a matching set.

I had my back to her as I was pulling on the harness and said, “You are welcome to remove your wet pants.”

With the straps in place I turned to Lydia and saw her lovely breasts free from the bra.

“You can talk.” she said (to hide her nervousness), “I can see your shaved pussy, you are so wet.”

I moved closer to her, the dildo pressing against her crotch and whispered in her ear, “Been staring at my naked cunt, sexy Lydia?”

Lydia backed off and suggested I remove the strap-on and said, “Can we talk about something else.”

I took the strap-on off and she smiled and said she still felt comfortable almost naked. I joked and mentioned something about her skirt coming in to contact with her wet panties. She smiled again and said that we should put a towel on the sofa before we sat down to watch the one of the dvd’s that she had just received.

I laughed and plonked myself down and said the sofa had seen some action. She laughed and we watched the film together, close for warmth and comfort. Both of us tearful in places throughout the film, I kissed her tears away in a friendly way. Once or twice she kissed me the same, and when the two stars kissed, she kissed me on the lips quite passionately.

We continued watching the film, holding hands, touching sometimes. When the film actress was in a dress, I looked at Lydia.

“Your tits are nicer than the actress on screen!” I remarked.

Lydia pushed her braless breasts together and said, “Really?”

She let me play with them a bit, and kiss them…and kiss her full on the mouth. I took my top off.

“Like to return the compliment, no strings attached?” I said.

“I have never kissed another woman’s breasts!” she replied.

I leaned closer and half lifted my left breast. She spent so long (probably just a couple of minutes) kissing and fondling them, I had to rewind part of the film we had missed.

After the film finished, I offered to let her get dressed, but she said she was very comfortable almost naked.

I stood to poor some more wine and said, “Your fondling of my tits has made me wet again.”

I peeled my wet champagne panties down and stepped out of them. “If you are uncomfortable, I will put on some clean undies.”

I turned my back to her and went and turned the tv off and put some music on. As I walked back towards her, the first thing I noticed were some damp white knickers on the floor. I looked up and Lydia had a cushion in her lap,

“Better not hold it too close to your wet pussy.” I said and laughed.

She laughed back and was relaxed enough to move the cushion away. I sat down next to her on the sofa and turned to face Kınık Escort Bayan her cross legged. As we chatted about various things, she kept turning to me and glancing down between my legs. When she realised I had caught her looking at my cunt, she half smiled, and hesitated.

“Come on,” I said, “tell me what you are thinking?”

Lydia said “You are very smooth, and so lacking in hair!” pointing to my cunt.

“Do you ever cut yourself with the razor?” she asked.

“I wax and would be happy to show you later?” I queried, “Though I love how you have neatly trimmed your bush.”

She idly touched the outline of her pubic hair and turned and probably without thinking moved and faced me in a similar lotus position, so that I could now see her fully opened and glistening labia.

“I trim it most evenings to keep it this way.” Lydia remarkeded.

I leaned forward and ran my finger over the edge and complimented her work again, she did not attempt to move my hand so I stroked her bush.

“mmm, lovely.” I said

I noticed the wet patch on the sofa.

“Still aroused, Lydia?” I asked.

She did not answer, but asked me, “What about you?”

I ran my fingers over my inner lips and said “mmmm, oh yes.”

Lydia looked a bit uncertain….

“I am not embarrassed, playing with myself in front of you.” I reassured her. “Play with yourself!” I ordered her.

She started to put her fingers over her vagina, as much to cover herself as to obey my instruction.

Lydia said, “We should go to our own bedrooms now!”

“I enjoy watching you,” I said, “do you like watching me?”

Lydia nodded. “What about the sofa.”

“It is already wet, lets see how much worse it can get?” I said and laughed.

“You are rude.” she said, but smiled.

Lydia closed her eyes and started fingering herself more. I leaned over and kissed her. She started to move her hand from her pussy. I put my hand over her own, between her legs.

“Don’t stop.” I told her.

After about a minute of fingering, she came, making both her hand and mine wet. During this time her tongue and mine had met in each others mouths, in a full minute long passionate kiss.

After Lydia had cum from fingering herself, she relaxed and smiled

“I enjoyed that.” she said.

I was licking my fingers, and told her, “I like the taste of your cum.”

She laughed and waved her fingers and asked me if I wanted to taste some more. Pretending to misunderstand her offer, I jumped down from the sofa, pulled her legs forward, so that her bum was on the edge of the seat and quickly pressed my face to her wet cunt. She was taken aback, but was far too hot and horny to put up any protest. As I was licking and sucking her labia and clit, I was rubbing my own crotch, making sure I stayed near the edge but not cumming. Lydia has lovely labia, which became redder under my attention. She came again very fast and soaked my face in her second orgasm. After a few seconds, I got up and sat down beside her again facing her, still fingering myself, and smiled.

I could see Lydia had her mouth open and was licking her lips.

“Would you like to return the compliment?” I asked her.

She shook her head firmly, so I leaned over and kissed her passionately and she kept her mouth open and we shared tongues for a while. I moved back and with her mouth Escort Kınık still open and tongue ready, I placed my fingers in her mouth and she sucked some of my pussy juice.

“I taste OK?” I asked

She nodded

“Nobody will ever know.” I said and smiled.

She looked at my glistening lips and slipped off the sofa, still near the other end. I quickly moved to her end of the seat, put my hands on her shoulders and kissed the top of her head and opened my legs wide in front of her.

“If you dont like it, just stop and we can watch another of your DVDs.” I said softly.

She briefly looked up at me, smiled and shook her head. For the next ten minutes or so, she did not exactly rock my boat, but then she started to learn the art of dining on a cunt. Over the next hour I came several times.

Lydia was surprised so much time had passed, when she finally sat back down on the sofa. My new best friend was quiet for a while and I put some more music on. She then said that she would be sober by morning and not want to ever repeat this, so she wanted to use the strap on tonight!!!!

“Are you joking?” I asked.

She stood up and retreived the harness with the dildo still sticking forward. She started to pull it up her legs.

I stopped her and said, “Wait, let me get the other, smaller dildo.”

“Afraid of a big cock?” she asked.

“No.” I replied. “This small one works as an anchor, keeping the bigger one in place.”

Lydia was still holding the harness half way up her legs. I put the dildo in the loop below the other one, facing the opposite direction.

Lydia looked puzzled for a moment, then realised!

“That goes in….me!” she said.

“Yes” I replied. “In your CUNT!” I emphasised the last word.

“I thought the strap-on was a bit loose before.” Lydia commented. “I am still wet,” she paused, then said “my CUNT is still very wet!” She said and smiled. “Shove that thing in.”

She opened her legs a bit wider, I stood closer to her and we kissed passionately as I eased the anchor fully into her waiting vagina. I sat back on the sofa, my bottom near the edge, my legs open wide. I held open my labia and said she was lovely and sexy

“Come and fuck MY cunt.” I then said, “If you want to fuck my arse instead, I will have to get some oil first.” and giggled.

“You are very rude!” she exclaimed before pushing the dildo straight into my waiting cunt.

“Oh…..Oh…..Oh…..Oh yes, yes, fuck me!” I groaned.

“Oh god, the strap-on is rubbing against my clit hood.” she said, breathlessly. “Oh! Oh! Oh GOD.”

After a couple of minutes we slipped off the sofa and fell apart.

“The plastic cock kept wriggling about in my cunt.” Lydia commented.

She grabbed the dildo protruding from her crotch.

“Want some more?” she asked.

“I am going to have to give Will a big kiss.” I said.

“Me too.” she said.

Lydia moved on top of me, sliding part of her present from Will, back in to my waiting cunt.

“MMMM…. Lydia…..Oh yes, Oh yes that feels sooo good, fuck me Lydia!”

Lydia drilled my cunt for nearly two hours, both of us having many orgasms. She suggested we briefly try swapping positions.

It was more than an hour later, that we walked naked hand in hand to share a shower. Afterwards, with us both wrapped in towels, I pointed to her room and said goodnight. Lydia pulled my towel off me and said she wanted to spend the night in my arms. I grabbed the top of her towel and pulled her to me, as it slipped down. I fondled her bum and kissed her. As we got into bed, I remarked that I might not be able to keep my hands off her.

“Good.” she said.