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Me and my s****r (Part 2)

... and my story is about me and my b*****r, i always kinda thought that he was good looking hes muscley slim and very good looking hes 2 years older and ... ... Continue»
Posted by kevmonster 3 years ago  |  Categories: Fetish, First Time  |  Views: 4961  |  
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Me and My mom ....

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Me and My Mom


What I had no help with at all was the welter of feeling that surrounded sex, to say nothing of its physical expression. Most of my sex “education” came from the other boys in the neighborhood. There were about a half-dozen of us, separated four to six year in age from youngest to oldest. I was the youngest. When I was ten or eleven years old, the older boys had learned about masturbation, and they’d have honest-to-God circle-jerks they didn’t stand. Rather, they’d lounge around the walls of somebody’s garage or in a “fort” or tree house one of them had built, whip out their cocks, and pound away. I was too young to understand either the attraction of the activity or the thrill. Nonetheless, they’d urge me to join them. “C’mon, Mike,” one of them would taunt, “pull out that little pecker and let’s see what you can do with it.” So I’d pull out my little pecker, which would be hard. I’d grasp it between thumb and fingertips and stroke away. But I didn’t feel much of anything. Before too long, one of the older boys would announce, in a strained voice, “I’m getting The Feeling!” and then spurt his semen unabashedly. The others would spurt their spurts, too, in fairly quick succession, and that would be the end of the activity for the afternoon. We’d all put our peckers back in our pants and get back about more publicly acceptable boy-play. Of course, masturbation made sense to me eventually. One night when I was twelve, nearing thirteen, as I was lying in bed having a difficult time going to sl**p, I suddenly started thinking about girls, women, female sexual organs, breasts. My adolescent penis became rock hard, and, remembering the motions of the circle-jerks, I started stroking myself. And, oh, my! So that was what The Feeling was. From that point on, I could barely wait until bedtime. I’d jack off and jack off and jack off. At that age, my cock wouldn’t go down after I came, and I could do it four or five or six times before I was ready for sl**p. More than once, I jacked off so much that I abraded sores on my prick, and would have to endure several days of abstention until I could once again beat my meat without pain. I had no s****rs and no female cousins. There were no girls in the neighborhood. No girl pals, no tomboys to climb trees or wrestle with, no accidental hands in the wrong places, no embarrassing exposure of very private parts, no opportunities for furtive glances or sneaked peeks. I never saw girls my age changing their clothes, running around in their underwear, going to the bathroom, or soaking in a bathtub. The only female around me was Mom. Where was Dad? At work. At a meeting. Playing golf. Hunting or fishing. Out for a game with the men’s softball league. For all intents and purposes, he wasn’t there. Although we respected each other’s privacy, nobody made a big deal out of incidental nudity around the house or got upset if unintentionally interrupted while in a state of undress. That was just the way it was. As with most everything else, nobody said anything about it. I habitually walked nude from my bedroom to the bathroom and back when I went to take a bath.

Mom was a beautiful woman... She was the best looking woman in her neighborhood. Her one vanity was her body shape. She always took great pains to maintain what she referred to as “my figure.” She would often skip desserts or make dietary choices with the announcement, “I have to watch my figure, you know.” She was not voluptuous. She was proportionate. Her breasts were of medium size, at the age of 35 and they were round.. And her hips never widened beyond what was appropriate for her height. She always had about her an aura of health and wholesomeness. When I spoke to her while she was in the bathtub, it seemed that she was always relaxing, just soaking, and she never made an attempt to cover herself. She was just there, speaking to me. I looked at her, of course, taking in all of her body, but I don’t think I stared or gaped. Her nipples would be exposed as her breasts became buoyant, and her pubic hair would be raised in the water. I didn’t know what little girls looked like, but I knew what a woman looked like.

Mom’s nightgowns. Mom always wore the same kind of nightgown. Always. The only variation was that they were ankle-length during the winter and knee-length during the summer. If the weather were particularly cold, she’d wear a bathrobe; if not, just the nightgown, in which she’d move about the house freely. They were made of nylon, and she never wore anything underneath them. The part that covered her chest was lace, opaque, and rigid enough that neither the shape of her breasts nor the darkness of her nipples was visible, but the rest clung to her body like a second skin. Every nuance of her body and movement was transmitted through the cloth, the hollow of her navel in the slight swell of her stomach, and a softly raised area over her pubic hair. From behind, I could see every vertebra, the dimples at the small of her back, the beginnings of her gluteus cleft, and the gentle indentations at the sides of her buttocks. And, if she bent over, the shape and contour of what was between her legs.

One evening, during the time I was just coming to understand my sexuality and to appreciate it by masturbating several times a night, I walked into the bathroom to talk to my mother, and found her sitting on the closed toilet, cutting her toenails. She had one foot on the floor, and the other heel on the edge of the toilet seat. Her legs were spread slightly, and her cheek was against the inside of her raised knee as she leaned forward to pay attention to her toes. It was from that position that she spoke to me, not moving her head, but only raising her eyes to look at me. Her nightgown had slipped down her raised thigh so that her entire pubic area was exposed and open to my view. In the process of casually looking down at her foot as part of taking in the whole scene, I could not avoid seeing her genitals, which were right next to her heel. For the first time, I saw not just a hazy triangle of pubic hair floating in bath water but all of her, the skin beneath the hair and the folds of flesh. And, right in the middle, a dark spot. In a rush, all the books I’d read, all the jokes the boys had made, all the coarse references to women’s genitalia, all the disparate pieces of information I’d gathered, came together, and I realized that I was looking directly into my mother’s vagina, slightly open because of her position. Her pussy, her cunt, it, the place, her hole. The understanding of what I was seeing impacted my hormone-generation machinery with such f***e that I nearly fainted. I suddenly felt hot and prickly all over. My mouth went dry, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to speak. Almost certainly,

I must have flushed visibly, but Mom didn’t move a muscle. She just looked at me, with her eyebrows raised in her typical, “Yes?” facial expression. Even in my state of distraction, I knew that I didn’t want Mom to change her position. I wanted to be able to look and look at her, and I knew that I had to maintain an ordinary demeanor. So I spoke to her. And she spoke to me, never changing her position, never moving her chin and closing her legs, never putting the raised heel on the floor. We had our exchange, and I left, with my heart still pounding so ferociously that the whole world had a pink hue. I went to my bedroom and stood for several minutes, supporting myself with one hand on my desk as my heartbeat slowed and I caught my breath. That incident may have been wholly innocent. Mom may not have realized the degree to which she was exposed. Or she might have thought that it was better for her not to make sudden moves to hide herself, as if she were embarrassed or ashamed, as if there were anything wrong. All I know is that that scene from c***dhood is indelibly etched on my brain. Indelibly. Just after I turned fifteen, my father decided to take a new job in Denver, about a thousand miles distant from where we were living on the coast of California. Of course, there was no discussion of the matter. Dad announced his decision as a fait accompli, and then merely gave directives for what was going to happen next. He would go on ahead to Denver to start the job, leaving Mom behind to deal with movers and clean up the house. Of course, I stayed behind with Mom.

Mom hated long drives. Driving made her nervous and tense, and tired her quickly, so she decided to split the trip into three segments of about 300 miles each. That was okay with me, because I hated long drives, too. At that age, there was nothing in the world more boring than just sitting, hour after dreary hour, in a moving automobile. The first leg of our journey took us across California’s Central Valley, up the western slope of the Sierra Nevada, and down into Nevada. I’d been through the Central Valley before, and I didn’t care much for it. Having been raised in the cool grayness of coastal fog, I considered the heat of the valley virtually unendurable. It was August, and the temperature was well above 100. We had all the windows in the car down, and, to me, it felt like we were driving into a furnace. The hot wind seemed to suck the air from my lungs and the moisture from my lips. As we drove, with the car undulating hypnotically over the slabs in the concrete road, I drowsed, went into an almost trance-like state, neither wholly awake nor fully asl**p, adrift in a state of consciousness where fantasy and reality were not easily distinguishable. In that state, I became aroused, and my thoughts turned to my mother, in her bath, and sitting on the toilet seat, calling to me with her open vagina. I imagined us together, both nude, touching one another, gently, lovingly, exploring one another. Mom was not being wanton or lascivious; in fact, not acting in a particularly sexual way. Because I’d had no sexual experience, I knew nothing of sexual behavior, so I couldn’t fantasize it. We were just there, touching, Mom being present, loving, and caring in a motherly way… but more, something more I was able to sense, but not fully realize. I fixed on her pubic hair and mine-pubic hair was a novelty to me at the time-and I imagined our pubic hair rubbing together, just enough to be aware of it, another kind of caress, a slight tickle. And then… and then, it was inevitable. Mom wanted me and I wanted her, all that could happen next would be for me to slip inside of her, and I could see her smile broaden as we joined. I must have floated through this dream world of utter innocence and extreme sexuality for more than an hour, re-experiencing` Mom’s and my joining over and over.

I’ve always found the scent of evergreens particularly pleasant, stimulating, as if a memory of them were buried in my cells someplace, as if the mountains were somehow part of a past I didn’t remember, and I left my dream world when we reached the tree line in the Sierra. The temperature dropped to a comfortable level instantly as we passed from one layer of air to another. Mom was hunched over slightly, her attention fixed rigidly ahead, both hands gripping the steering wheel almost to the point of white knuckles. Her skirt was hiked halfway up her thighs, and her legs were spread. I could not re-enter the dream-state, but I could remember it, and I thought about what I’d been thinking about, truly wondering if the impossible could become possible. We continued up the mountains, around Lake Tahoe, into Nevada, and down the barren eastern slope of the Sierra to hot, dry, wretched, boring desert. We reached Austin, the end of our first day of driving, late in the afternoon. Mom checked us into to only motel in town, a ramshackle collection of warped clapboard cottages that was probably a survivor of dustbowl days. She took a room with a double bed because it was cheaper than one with two single beds. She and Dad had had words about her wanting to take three days to make the drive when Dad thought she should be able to do it in two, so she was trying to economize wherever she could to compensate for what Dad had called her “indulgence.” We parked the car, dropped our bags in the room, washed up, and walked next door to the only cafe in town, where we ate a dinner of what tasted like grilled cardboard as we contemplated the fly-specked walls. The motel room was almost as barren inside as the desert was outside. Rough studs stood naked along the unfinished walls, and three small, hazy windows were covered by yellowed curtains. The bed, one rickety chair, and a side-table whose surface was laced by generations of cigarette burns barely left room for two people and two suitcases.

The bed was an ancient affair, a mattress on steel springs, shaped more like a hammock than a bed. In the bathroom were a severely stained toilet, a rusty tin shower, a rusty sink, and a mirror with half its silver missing in a rusty metal frame. Mom was nearly catatonic after her day of driving. Her eyes half closed with exhaustion, she said, “We’d better take showers and go to bed. We have a long day of driving ahead of us tomorrow.” For the next few minutes, we shuffled around each other, arranging suitcases and trying to stay out of each other’s way, while Mom got out her travel kit and nightgown. I sat in the rickety chair and waited, thinking about Mom in her bathtub at home and thinking about Mom in the shower a few feet away. Once again, I remembered my fantasies of the afternoon, and, once again, I became aroused. In moments, it seemed, Mom was back in the room, wearing only her nightgown-short, of course, since it was summer-stuffing her dirty underwear into a laundry bag and wrestling her suitcase into the alcove that served as a closet. I got out my ditty bag and my pajamas, and took my turn in the shower. Although Mom’s shower produced nothing but the sound of running water, mine was punctuated by thumps and bongs as I elbowed the walls of the tiny stall. And I had a dilemma. My hard-on wouldn’t go away, and I was desperately afraid that the single-snap fly on my pajamas wouldn’t afford me the modesty I would have preferred. Quickly, furtively, I jacked off, coming as quickly as I could. After I came, I didn’t immediately get soft. I thought about school, I thought about mowing lawns, I thought about playing baseball, I tried my best to ignore visions of Mom’s pussy on the toilet seat, I tried my best to put myself in a frame of mind to share a bed with my mother without embarrassing myself. By the time I’d dried, with a moth-eaten piece of cloth that barely had enough terry loops left to be called a towel, my cock had gone down to about one-third mast, and as long as I didn’t think about pubic hair, as long as I didn’t flex the muscles…

Mom was in bed, flat on her back, her arms outside the threadbare cover, nearly asl**p, when I came back into the room. She rolled her head in my direction. “What took you so long?” she said. I must have blushed from head to foot; fortunately, the room was so dim in the dubious light of the 25-Watt bulb in the bedside lamp that it probably didn’t show. “I’m not used to showering,” I offered. This was true, since we had only a bathtub at home, even if not the real reason. “I can’t stay awake much longer,” Mom said. “Hop in. Be sure to stay on your side of the bed, now.” I got in, clinging to the edge of the mattress to stay as far on my side as I could. Mom turned out the light, said “Good-night,” rolled away from me, exhaled one long sigh, and was instantly asl**p.

I didn’t fare so well. Between my having dozed during the day, the bed’s being strange and uncomfortable, the room’s being strange, my never having shared a bed with anyone, and Mom’s admonition to stay on my side of the bed and my apprehension about what would happen if I didn’t, I couldn’t get sl**py. I lay there the way you do when you’re a k** trying to get to sl**p and your brain won’t shut off. I thought about stuff. All kinds of stuff. But no matter what I thought, my thoughts would return to breasts and pubic bushes and pussies; to Mom in her bathtub, to Mom sitting on the toilet, looking at me with the eye between her legs. I got a disastrous hard-on. It wouldn’t go away. It just kept getting worse and worse, so hard I thought it was going to pop. I couldn’t jack off as I would have at home, and I was afraid to get up and go into the bathroom for fear of waking Mom or her asking if I was sick or something. To make matters worse, every time I relaxed my grip on the edge of the mattress, I slid down against Mom’s back. That bed didn’t have sides. It only had middle. The third or fourth time I slid down against Mom and then clawed my way back up to my side again, she turned her head toward me and hissed, “Lie still!” I lay still, my shoulders against Mom’s shoulders, my butt against Mom’s butt, in total agony. I couldn’t sl**p, I couldn’t turn my brain off, and I couldn’t make my hard-on go away. In pained silence, I lay there, suffered, and hoped that sl**p would eventually come.


Apparently, sl**p did come, because the next thing I knew, I was awake again, in pitch darkness, and my cock felt warm and wonderful. I was completely disoriented. In the darkness, I couldn’t get a fix from my surroundings. I only knew that I wasn’t at home, in my own bed. And then both memory and awareness flooded into me: Mom and I had driven from where we used to live to Austin, Nevada; we were sharing a sagging bed in a falling-down motel. What had happened, I reasoned-though I could hardly claim to be reasoning logically-what I intuited was that, during sl**p, I rolled over so that my front was against my mother’s back. Her nightgown must have hitched up as she slept; my perpetual erection escaped from the barely closed fly of my pajamas, and, somehow, found its way into my mother panties. I had no idea whether I had pressed forward into her or she had pressed back onto me. It didn’t matter. Fantasy had become reality. Mom rocked her hips and pressed against me. She rocked her hips forward and pulled away. Three rocks of Mom’s hips after I became fully aware of what was going on, then the so called courage strike me and I started pulling down her panties. I pulled it down enough to get access to her warm and wet pussy.Then I positioned my cock as it was before and slowly started pushing forward…As I hadn’t hit 7 strokes I came, helplessly and uncontrollably.

With the first pulse of my ejaculation, Mom rocked her hips back against me, squeezed her ass cheeks together hard, and didn’t move. I heard her inhale through her teeth, and then hold her breath. For my part, involuntarily, I think, I drove my hips forward and pushed as deeply into her as I could. That was a come like I’d never experienced before. I felt like I’d discovered heaven and eternal bliss in an instant, like I was going to die and was afraid I wouldn’t, like I was going to live forever in a state of utter ecstasy. I came so hard and so long that I got a cramp in my asshole. Only after I’d spurted my last spurt did Mom exhale and relax her grip on my cock. And then I was scared shitless. My brain felt like it was split into two warring pieces, one reveling in the exquisite feelings of the moment, wanting that moment to last forever, wanting to have more moments like it; the other telling me that I had done something awfully wrong, awaiting punishment, knowing that my mother was at any moment going to ask me what in the world I thought I was doing, telling me to get back to my side of the bed. The half of my brain that was telling me I’d done something wrong was also telling me to pull out of Mom, to turn my back to her, to climb back up my side of the bed and cling to the edge, to shut my eyes as tight as I could and pretend that nothing had happened.

The half of my brain that was basking in delight was telling me to kiss the back of my mother’s neck, to stroke her skin, to press back into her, to live the moment more. Part of me tried to imagine that my mother was fully asl**p and didn’t have any idea what had happened, and I was afraid that if I moved, she’d wake up, and I’d be in big trouble. Part of me didn’t want to move. In fact, I was paralyzed, torn between the warring factions in my brain. I neither pressed forward nor moved away. I stayed put, right where I was. But I did not get soft. After some period of time, Mom bent forward and drew her legs up slightly, and the same time relaxing her thighs and her ass completely, permitting her pussy to be nearer to me, and letting me slip more deeply into her. Then she started rocking again. I still didn’t know for sure whether Mom was awake and doing this consciously, or whether she was asl**p. What I knew was that the moment wasn’t over yet. I got the rhythm of Mom’s movement, and matched it with my own. As I started the in-and-out thrusts of my hips, Mom quit moving hers so much. It felt so good that I kept speeding up, moving in and out of her faster and faster. When I got to going too fast, Mom would clench her pussy and press her ass back against me to stop my movement. Then she’d set the rhythm with her hips again, I’d match it, and she’d decrease her movement. After a few repetitions of that cycle, I understood what Mom was telling me with her body, and I slowed my pace until it wasn’t a contest between us any more. There was no light, there was no clock, there was no time, and there was no place.

There was only Mom and me, joined together, rocking, rocking, and above all fucking. For an eternal now, right here, wherever it was, I pressed in and withdrew, pressed in and withdrew, pressed in and withdrew. Then Mom began to move her hips no matter what I did, and she started to breathe audibly, as if she were running. The movements of her hips became more jerky and pronounced. Matching her motions with my own, soon I was slamming into her, driving as deep as I could with each stroke, and I started to feel my come building. All of a sudden, Mom jammed her hips against me with exceptional f***e and started jerking spasmodically, in much the same way my cock pulsed spasmodically when I came. At the same time, the inside of her pussy squeezed my cock and began to jerk spasmodically, too. It felt to me as if a huge f***e had entered my body and taken control. I arched backward, pressing against her as tightly as I could, driving into her as deeply as I could, and my entire soul began to exit my body through the end of my pulsing prick. Totally in the throes of an all-consuming orgasm, I cried out, helplessly and mindlessly, unknowing and uncaring whether my voice would alter the moment. “Oooooooooooh,” Mom breathed. “Ooooooooooh. Oooooooh. Oooooh. Ooh, oh, oh.”

Mom and I relaxed and lay together, breathing heavily, my cock still inside of her. Neither of us moved for some time. I felt my cock begin to soften, and then shrink. When it shriveled all the way out of Mom’s pussy, back out of the fringe of hair decorating its edges, and onto her leg, Mom rolled a quarter turn toward me so that she was lying on her back. She raised her hips and pulled her nightgown down. After a few minutes, I understood that the door had been closed, and I turned, too, so that my back was toward her. My brain was such a jumble of thoughts, feelings, questions, fears, hopes, and desires that I couldn’t sort out the pieces. I lay there, my back against Mom, and tried my best to dissociate whatever it was that made me, separate from my thoughts, from all the mental clatter. I awoke to the sound of the shower running. The room was filling with murky early morning light filtering in through the hazy windows and yellowed curtains. Memories of Mom’s and my fucking in the blackness of the wee hours of the night danced in the same mental space reserved for the recollection of dreams. Had it really happened? I reached down and touched myself. My cock and balls were sticky, and my sparse pubic hair was crusty. It had happened. It was real. I had fucked my mother. My mother had fucked me. The bathroom door opened, and Mom stepped out, fully dressed, with her travel kit in one hand and a small roll of cloth in the other. “I think you’d feel better if you took a quick shower before we start driving,” she said. “It’s going to be hot again, you know.”

I had lived with the code of silence long enough to be able to decode what Mom was really saying. Her taking a shower first thing in the morning, and her suggestion that I take one, too, was extremely unusual. We were a f****y of evening-bathers. Nobody ever bathed in the morning. This was Mom’s acknowledgment that we both needed washing, her confirmation that she knew what had happened during the night. I placed this fact into the jumble of thoughts and questions in my mind, and took my turn in the bathroom. When I’d finished showering, Mom was packed and ready to go. I put my ditty bag and pajamas into my suitcase, and I was ready, too. After a breakfast of greasy eggs and soggy toast at the Fly-Speck Cafe, we returned to the motel room for one more pass through the bathroom, and then put our bags in the car. Mom took the roll of cloth she’d carried out of the bathroom and d****d it over the upraised flaps of a box of last-minute odds and ends in the back seat. “I had to wash out my nightgown,” she said. “Mike, would you please keep an eye on it so that it doesn’t blow away, and turn it so that it dries evenly?”

With that, we got in the car and left. That day’s travel took us from Nevada to someplace in Utah. I remember nothing about the drive. I was so completely locked into my mind, trying to restructure my whole picture of reality, that, for all intents and purposes, nothing outside of me existed. The relationship between my mother and me had changed, and I didn’t know what to do with that change. I sensed a war between notions of right and wrong and my own pleasure and desire. I was curious about the sex act itself, what it felt like to Mom, how she was put together, how the whole thing worked. I wanted to know why. I wanted to tell Mom that I loved her. I wanted to touch her arm, stroke her thigh. I wanted to fuck her again, but I wanted it to be open, acknowledged. I wanted to talk. I wanted to scream, “MOM, WILL YOU PLEASE TALK TO ME!” But I had lived with the code of silence long enough to know that that wasn’t permitted. I was scared to death to say a word. If anything was going to be said, it had to be Mom who started the conversation-and she wasn’t saying anything. Along the way, as Mom had asked, I checked on her nightgown, which was both evidence and reminder of our sexual union. Each time I touched it, ran the smooth nylon between my fingers, I traveled back to the night before, to the feel of the material then and the texture of Mom’s skin next to mine; to the new, indescribably wonderful feeling of being inside of her, to an orgasm unmatched by any other I’d ever experienced, to the spasmodic jerking of Mom’s hips and pussy, and her long sighs. The nightgown was well dry long before noon. When we stopped for lunch, Mom folded it carefully and put it into her suitcase. The town we stopped in that night was bigger than Austin-and much more attractive. We had our choice of several motels, and, to my surprise,

Mom didn’t pick the cheapest. Instead, she willingly parted with an extra ten dollars so that we could stay in a nicer, more comfortable place. But, to compensate, she again took a room with one double bed rather than two singles. At that point, I really had to wonder whether she had other reasons for taking the double bed, whether expense was only the justification. I wanted to ask, to say something, but, of course, I didn’t dare. Silently, I started to hope. After we’d checked into the motel, instead of walking to the nearest cafe, we drove around town until we found a small f****y restaurant, where we had a thoroughly acceptable meal. By the time we got back to the motel, Mom was once again on the verge of exhaustion, and we performed the same routine of showers and preparations for bed. This room was spacious by comparison to the rough cell in Austin. There was a real closet for our suitcases, two cushioned chairs with end-tables and lamps by them, and plenty of space to move around. The walls were finished with varnished knotty pine wood, and the whole room had a fresh, clean smell. As I slipped between the sheets, Mom said, “Be sure to stay on your side, now.”

This night, Mom’s admonition to stay on my side had some meaning. The bed was almost new, and didn’t sag at all. It was wonderfully comfortable, a delight to be able to relax completely, not to have to cling to the edge to keep from rolling to the middle. But I was disappointed. There was no excuse for Mom and me to roll together while we slept. Of course, my mind was filled with thoughts of the night before. Of course, I had a raging, nearly painful, hard-on, about which I could do nothing. Mom began to snore softly. I lay there, silently, motionlessly, waiting for sl**p to come. And, as always, sl**p sneaked up on me and took me unaware. I awoke and saw her gown was shifted up and then I took out my cock and start stroking. Then once again I pulled her panties down. But this time I pulled it all the way down and threw it on the floor... Then slowly I pushed in her pussy as I had done the last night.. Then She started rocking her hips against me, but, this time, she was not silent, She was saying, “Ungh, ungh, ungh.” This time, I did not lie motionless and fearful. I immediately picked up her cadence and fell into rhythm with her. I came quickly, and Mom held her breath and clenched her pussy around my cock. My cock relaxed, but did not get soft. We waited. After a few minutes, my cock got fully hard again, and I started moving in and out of Mom once more. All of a sudden, Mom twisted away and rolled over so that she was facing me.

“Take off your pj’s!” she said in a loud whisper.
“What?” I said.
“I said, take off your pj’s,”

Mom said louder. She grabbed the front of my pajama shirt and ripped the snaps open. As I slithered out of the bottoms, Mom sat up sharply and stripped off her nightgown. The room was dimly illuminated by outside lighting, not enough to see color, but enough to see gradations of darkness, silhouettes, movement in shadow. Her breasts lifted as her arms went over head, and then dropped back with a slight jiggle. She kicked the covers off of both us, and then lay back. I could see white skin on white sheets, and the dark triangle of her pubic hair. She raised her knees, spread her legs, and opened her arms to me. “Come here,” she said. I knelt between her thighs, unsure what to do next. Her hands moved in a “come on” gesture. “Lean forward,” she said. I did, and began to understand the geometry of the position. As I lowered my hips toward her crotch, she reached down, took hold of my penis, and guided it to her pussy. When I felt the tip of my cock begin to enter her wetness, I pressed my hips forward and slid all the way in. As soon as I was in to the hilt, Mom grabbed the cheeks of my ass with both hands and began pivoting her hips on the bed. She held me so tightly and was rocking with such f***e that her bush felt like sandpaper against my pubic arch.

“UH-huh, UH-huh, UH-huh,” she said, grinding harder and faster. For several minutes, she rocked her hips like that, still holding my ass so that I couldn’t move much. Then, without warning, she locked her legs behind my knees, squeezed for all she was worth, and growled a long “Aaaaaaaaaaarrr,” followed by “Uh. Uh. Uh.” Even though Mom had me locked in such a grip with her hands and legs that I couldn’t move, she still bucked spasmodically, and her pussy pulsed and clenched at my cock. I didn’t come. I just held on, for dear life, it seemed, riding out whatever Mom was going through. Her breath came in gasps. Finally, she relaxed, and her breathing evened. After a few moments, I began a slow, steady, rhythm in and out of her, and she lay almost motionless.

How long did I maintain that peaceful rhythm? I haven’t the slightest idea. I was once again living instant by instant; consumed by the sensations and emotions I was feeling, hoping that each instant would last forever. Mom’s pussy felt so good-but, then, good was hardly the right word to describe a sensation like no other in the world, the combination of heat, wetness, and smoothness caressing my cock with each stroke. Smoothness wasn’t quite the right word either. The inside of Mom’s pussy had texture, contours that seemed to be designed solely for the purpose of holding my cock. Caressing wasn’t the right word either. Nor was squeezing. Nor was rubbing. There was friction but there wasn’t friction. I think the only right thing to say was that it felt like fucking, wondering at the same time how I seemed to be able to feel the touch of Mom’s pussy on my penis all over my body, knowing that a good deal of what was going on was going on in my head, not in my cock. Mom’s hips began to move again. She wasn’t gripping my ass or holding onto my legs, so it wasn’t a harsh, grinding motion. It was more like a gentle undulation, as if we were swimming together, in and around each other.
“Mike?” I heard her say. “Mikey?”
“Yeah, Mom?”
“Rise up.”

Disappointed that she wanted me to separate from her, I started to lift my hips in preparation for withdrawing. “No,” she said, “not your hips, your torso. Stay inside me. Kneel between my legs.” Of course, I did what Mom asked, immeasurably relieved that she wasn’t bringing our coupling to an end. Mom raised her legs and hooked her knees inside my elbows. “Now lean forward again,” she said. I did, and when I did, Mom’s back bent so that her pussy was both impossibly wide open and pointed almost at the ceiling. I slipped deeper into her than I’d yet been, and I felt even my balls within the open wetness of her pussy lips. “Yes,” she said. “Like that. Now, deep. Go deep.”

It took a little practice, but after a few minutes I got the hang of balancing my weight right so that I held Mom’s legs where she wanted them without either breaking her back or smothering her while moving my cock in and out of her at the same time. As she requested, I went deep. I drew my hips back as far as I could, until just the tip of my cock was in her, then pressed down and down. When I was fully in her, Mom kind of wiggled her hips from side to side, and I could feel something slide across the tip of my prick. I began to experiment, sometimes staying deep within her for a few moments before I began to withdraw again, sometimes teasing her pussy lips with just the tip of my cock before I drove in. I angled my hips slightly from one side to the other, increasing the pressure I felt from the sides of her pussy. Whatever I was doing now seemed to be coming naturally, and Mom seemed to like it. After a while, I began to feel my come building. Not within my prick, and not within my balls, but someplace far, far back; not as if I just had to come right now or even very soon, but as if my coming was what was going to happen in a while, and what I had to do next was prepare for it. My strokes began to speed and lengthen. My mind stopped and that invisible f***e took over. I was being driven by instincts I never knew existed before.

The way we were hooked together, Mom’s body automatically matched my motion, and whatever we were doing, we were doing together. Before too long, I wasn’t moving my cock in and out of Mom, I was slamming her, drawing out as far as I could and driving in as hard as I could. My crotch was nothing but wetness, and I could feel my balls slide down the open cheeks of Mom’s ass and bounce off her asshole. “Ooh? Ooh? Ooh?” Mom started to say, a question mark at the end of each sound, as if in expectation of something that was going to happen. My hips went faster and faster, and Mom made her questioning sound each time I plunged into her. And then I exploded. I didn’t come, I exploded. A chunk of me gathered f***e and rocketed out of my body, and, for a moment, it felt as if my cock and quadrupled in size, as if I were going to collapse into myself and all of my being was going to become a missile that rocketed straight into my mother’s depths. Mom made a sound I couldn’t hope to describe. She screamed. She sighed. She wailed. She cried. She shouted. All at the same time, with her body locked into an impossible state of rigidity. Her pussy grabbed my cock and squeezed and milked it, stroked me from the inside. For some moments, we held that position, frozen in time. And then we relaxed, gasping, panting as if we’d run a race for our lives. Mom’s legs hung slack in the crook of my elbows. Slowly, gently, one at a time, I lowered her legs back down to the bed. I stayed as far into her as I could in that position, lying motionless. From time to time, Mom’s body quivered, and her pussy clenched, though with nothing of the f***e of a few moments ago. I began to soften. The quivers and clenches became farther apart in time and lesser in magnitude. With a final quiver and clench, Mom expelled my soft cock from her. I rolled off of her and lay on my back at her side. I took her hand. While we were lying there quietly, sl**p sneaked up and took me away again.

When I awoke, Mom and I were lying in the same positions we’d been in when I fell asl**p, except that we weren’t holding hands. The room was quite light. Apparently, we’d slept considerably later than we had the previous morning. I turned my head and looked at Mom. She was staring at the ceiling, her eyes wide open. Of course, I had a morning hard-on that was tenting the blanket. Before this trip, I would immediately have raised my knees to keep my “secret” from my mother. Now, there didn’t seem to be much point in it. I lay there quietly, waiting for Mom to say that it was time for us to get up and take our showers. Long minutes passed, and Mom remained silent, unmoving. I wondered what was going through her mind.

Then Mom slid her hand over and took hold of my hard-on, squeezing and stroking it gently. After she’d done that for a few minutes, I slid my hand over, and placed it atop her pubic mound. That was the first time I’d actually felt her pubic hair, and just touching it sent a tingle to my cock. Mom’s legs were slightly spread, so I dropped my middle finger into her slit, pressing lightly and stroking softly. Not sure quite what to do, I just kept up that movement. Mom reached her other hand down and placed it over mine. Using her hand as a guide, she showed mine what to do, where to touch, how hard to press. My finger dipped lower, into the opening of her vagina, which was very wet and slippery. I picked up some of the moisture on my fingertip, then moved it back up until I hit the bump of her clitoris. Mom’s grip on my cock tightened. I ran my fingertip around and around Mom’s clitoris, dipped it back between her legs for more lubrication, running it around the edges of her pussy and pressing into it, then returned the slippery finger to her clitoris. Mom started making throaty sounds of pleasure and moving her hips in slow circles.

In one motion, Mom let go of my cock, sat up and threw the covers off of us, rolled and swung her leg over me so that she was straddling my hips. She reached down and took hold of my cock again, and then she guided it to her mouth and started sucking it gently and lovingly…I then knew that there was something much more pleasurable than just sex..After sometime she stopped giving me blowjob but I wanted more,Then I spoke “mom, will u suck for sometime?” she looked into my eye smiled and continued…. As I watched, she came down slowly, and I saw my cock enter her pussy and disappear. With my hard-on fully inside of her, Mom sat up straight, and smiled at me. I smiled back, a mixture of delight and astonishment. Then she leaned forward, and began moving her hips up and down. Her breasts were right in front of my face, swinging back and forth as she moved her hips. I kissed first one, then the other. Mom helped by swinging her torso from side to side to bring one breast and then the other in direct line with my mouth. I took one nipple into my mouth, ran my tongue around it, and sucked gently. When Mom was ready, she drew back and fed me her other breast. While I was kissing and sucking her breasts, I ran my hands lightly up and her sides and around her back.

Mom sat up again, wiping her hair from her forehead with her hand. I reached up and took both her breasts in my hands, kneading them gently and rubbing my thumbs across her nipples. Mom’s eyes were closed, and a slight smile played at the edges of her lips. After she’d been sitting up for a while, she leaned forward again, and rubbed her breasts in my face. I reached around and took hold of her buttocks, following their motion, helping her lift. I started to feel my orgasm building. I wanted to come, but I didn’t want to come. I wanted this to last as long as possible. But Mom was in control. There was nothing I could do. The feeling of coming built until I was almost over the edge, then Mom sat up suddenly and remained motionless. The urge to come passed, and I relaxed slightly. When I did, Mom started moving her hips again.

We repeated that cycle three times, and then Mom’s motions began to get urgent, too. She rose up higher, and slammed down harder, and her chest began to heave with each breath. I grasped her buttocks firmly, and my fingertips reached down into the crevice. As I gripped her ass and helped her move, my fingers got slick with her moisture, and began to slip upward, running across her asshole. As Mom’s motions got more and more frantic, I felt my come building again, and I began to try to pump my hips upward to match her movement and to drive myself into her as far as I could. We got into sync and we got out of sync. I grabbed her ass tighter to try to keep us together. Then Mom rose up one more time and slammed down hard. The slick tip of my middle finger popped into her asshole up to the first knuckle. I started coming-and came, and came, and came. Her entire body went rigid, and her eyes flew open wide.

OoooooooooOOOOH!” she said. And then she quivered all over, inside as well as outside. When she stopped quivering, her abdominal muscles and her pussy began the clenching. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. After several minutes, the clenching and squeezing slowed to a halt. She gave a squeeze with her asshole, and expelled my finger. Mom remained upright, with my cock still in her pussy. I began to soften. Finally, as I was about to shrivel out of her entirely, Mom bent forward, and placed both hands flat on my chest. She dipped down and kissed me on the forehead.

“We’d better take our showers and get going,” she said. With that, she swung her self off of me and off the bed, and went into the bathroom. My crotch was completely gooey with all her fluid and my semen that had run out of her as she sat up, and the air was heavy with the scent of sex. I just lay there, lost in my own thoughts, until it was my turn for the shower. After breakfast, we came back to the motel room to pick up our bags, use the bathroom one more time, and take one last check for anything left behind. Then we put our bags in the trunk and got into the car. Mom turned and looked at me. She ran her fingers own my cheek, around my jaw, and back up under my chin. “Mike,” she said. “Oh, Mikey. It’s time to go home now.” Her chin quivered slightly, and she pressed her lips together firmly.. She turned her gaze forward and started the car….

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Me and My mom


Me and My Mom


What I had no help with at all was the welter of feeling that surrounded sex, to say nothing of its physical expression. Most of my sex “education” came from the other boys in the neighborhood. There were about a half-dozen of us, separated four to six year in age from youngest to oldest. I was the youngest. When I was ten or eleven years old, the older boys had learned about masturbation, and they’d have honest-to-God circle-jerks they didn’t stand. Rather, they’d lounge around the walls of somebody’s garage or in a “fort” or tree house one of them had built, whip out their cocks, and pound away. I was too young to understand either the attraction of the activity or the thrill. Nonetheless, they’d urge me to join them. “C’mon, Mike,” one of them would taunt, “pull out that little pecker and let’s see what you can do with it.” So I’d pull out my little pecker, which would be hard. I’d grasp it between thumb and fingertips and stroke away. But I didn’t feel much of anything. Before too long, one of the older boys would announce, in a strained voice, “I’m getting The Feeling!” and then spurt his semen unabashedly. The others would spurt their spurts, too, in fairly quick succession, and that would be the end of the activity for the afternoon. We’d all put our peckers back in our pants and get back about more publicly acceptable boy-play. Of course, masturbation made sense to me eventually. One night when I was twelve, nearing thirteen, as I was lying in bed having a difficult time going to sl**p, I suddenly started thinking about girls, women, female sexual organs, breasts. My adolescent penis became rock hard, and, remembering the motions of the circle-jerks, I started stroking myself. And, oh, my! So that was what The Feeling was. From that point on, I could barely wait until bedtime. I’d jack off and jack off and jack off. At that age, my cock wouldn’t go down after I came, and I could do it four or five or six times before I was ready for sl**p. More than once, I jacked off so much that I abraded sores on my prick, and would have to endure several days of abstention until I could once again beat my meat without pain. I had no s****rs and no female cousins. There were no girls in the neighborhood. No girl pals, no tomboys to climb trees or wrestle with, no accidental hands in the wrong places, no embarrassing exposure of very private parts, no opportunities for furtive glances or sneaked peeks. I never saw girls my age changing their clothes, running around in their underwear, going to the bathroom, or soaking in a bathtub. The only female around me was Mom. Where was Dad? At work. At a meeting. Playing golf. Hunting or fishing. Out for a game with the men’s softball league. For all intents and purposes, he wasn’t there. Although we respected each other’s privacy, nobody made a big deal out of incidental nudity around the house or got upset if unintentionally interrupted while in a state of undress. That was just the way it was. As with most everything else, nobody said anything about it. I habitually walked nude from my bedroom to the bathroom and back when I went to take a bath.

Mom was a beautiful woman... She was the best looking woman in her neighborhood. Her one vanity was her body shape. She always took great pains to maintain what she referred to as “my figure.” She would often skip desserts or make dietary choices with the announcement, “I have to watch my figure, you know.” She was not voluptuous. She was proportionate. Her breasts were of medium size, at the age of 35 and they were round.. And her hips never widened beyond what was appropriate for her height. She always had about her an aura of health and wholesomeness. When I spoke to her while she was in the bathtub, it seemed that she was always relaxing, just soaking, and she never made an attempt to cover herself. She was just there, speaking to me. I looked at her, of course, taking in all of her body, but I don’t think I stared or gaped. Her nipples would be exposed as her breasts became buoyant, and her pubic hair would be raised in the water. I didn’t know what little girls looked like, but I knew what a woman looked like.

Mom’s nightgowns. Mom always wore the same kind of nightgown. Always. The only variation was that they were ankle-length during the winter and knee-length during the summer. If the weather were particularly cold, she’d wear a bathrobe; if not, just the nightgown, in which she’d move about the house freely. They were made of nylon, and she never wore anything underneath them. The part that covered her chest was lace, opaque, and rigid enough that neither the shape of her breasts nor the darkness of her nipples was visible, but the rest clung to her body like a second skin. Every nuance of her body and movement was transmitted through the cloth, the hollow of her navel in the slight swell of her stomach, and a softly raised area over her pubic hair. From behind, I could see every vertebra, the dimples at the small of her back, the beginnings of her gluteus cleft, and the gentle indentations at the sides of her buttocks. And, if she bent over, the shape and contour of what was between her legs.

One evening, during the time I was just coming to understand my sexuality and to appreciate it by masturbating several times a night, I walked into the bathroom to talk to my mother, and found her sitting on the closed toilet, cutting her toenails. She had one foot on the floor, and the other heel on the edge of the toilet seat. Her legs were spread slightly, and her cheek was against the inside of her raised knee as she leaned forward to pay attention to her toes. It was from that position that she spoke to me, not moving her head, but only raising her eyes to look at me. Her nightgown had slipped down her raised thigh so that her entire pubic area was exposed and open to my view. In the process of casually looking down at her foot as part of taking in the whole scene, I could not avoid seeing her genitals, which were right next to her heel. For the first time, I saw not just a hazy triangle of pubic hair floating in bath water but all of her, the skin beneath the hair and the folds of flesh. And, right in the middle, a dark spot. In a rush, all the books I’d read, all the jokes the boys had made, all the coarse references to women’s genitalia, all the disparate pieces of information I’d gathered, came together, and I realized that I was looking directly into my mother’s vagina, slightly open because of her position. Her pussy, her cunt, it, the place, her hole. The understanding of what I was seeing impacted my hormone-generation machinery with such f***e that I nearly fainted. I suddenly felt hot and prickly all over. My mouth went dry, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to speak. Almost certainly,

I must have flushed visibly, but Mom didn’t move a muscle. She just looked at me, with her eyebrows raised in her typical, “Yes?” facial expression. Even in my state of distraction, I knew that I didn’t want Mom to change her position. I wanted to be able to look and look at her, and I knew that I had to maintain an ordinary demeanor. So I spoke to her. And she spoke to me, never changing her position, never moving her chin and closing her legs, never putting the raised heel on the floor. We had our exchange, and I left, with my heart still pounding so ferociously that the whole world had a pink hue. I went to my bedroom and stood for several minutes, supporting myself with one hand on my desk as my heartbeat slowed and I caught my breath. That incident may have been wholly innocent. Mom may not have realized the degree to which she was exposed. Or she might have thought that it was better for her not to make sudden moves to hide herself, as if she were embarrassed or ashamed, as if there were anything wrong. All I know is that that scene from c***dhood is indelibly etched on my brain. Indelibly. Just after I turned fifteen, my father decided to take a new job in Denver, about a thousand miles distant from where we were living on the coast of California. Of course, there was no discussion of the matter. Dad announced his decision as a fait accompli, and then merely gave directives for what was going to happen next. He would go on ahead to Denver to start the job, leaving Mom behind to deal with movers and clean up the house. Of course, I stayed behind with Mom.

Mom hated long drives. Driving made her nervous and tense, and tired her quickly, so she decided to split the trip into three segments of about 300 miles each. That was okay with me, because I hated long drives, too. At that age, there was nothing in the world more boring than just sitting, hour after dreary hour, in a moving automobile. The first leg of our journey took us across California’s Central Valley, up the western slope of the Sierra Nevada, and down into Nevada. I’d been through the Central Valley before, and I didn’t care much for it. Having been raised in the cool grayness of coastal fog, I considered the heat of the valley virtually unendurable. It was August, and the temperature was well above 100. We had all the windows in the car down, and, to me, it felt like we were driving into a furnace. The hot wind seemed to suck the air from my lungs and the moisture from my lips. As we drove, with the car undulating hypnotically over the slabs in the concrete road, I drowsed, went into an almost trance-like state, neither wholly awake nor fully asl**p, adrift in a state of consciousness where fantasy and reality were not easily distinguishable. In that state, I became aroused, and my thoughts turned to my mother, in her bath, and sitting on the toilet seat, calling to me with her open vagina. I imagined us together, both nude, touching one another, gently, lovingly, exploring one another. Mom was not being wanton or lascivious; in fact, not acting in a particularly sexual way. Because I’d had no sexual experience, I knew nothing of sexual behavior, so I couldn’t fantasize it. We were just there, touching, Mom being present, loving, and caring in a motherly way… but more, something more I was able to sense, but not fully realize. I fixed on her pubic hair and mine-pubic hair was a novelty to me at the time-and I imagined our pubic hair rubbing together, just enough to be aware of it, another kind of caress, a slight tickle. And then… and then, it was inevitable. Mom wanted me and I wanted her, all that could happen next would be for me to slip inside of her, and I could see her smile broaden as we joined. I must have floated through this dream world of utter innocence and extreme sexuality for more than an hour, re-experiencing` Mom’s and my joining over and over.

I’ve always found the scent of evergreens particularly pleasant, stimulating, as if a memory of them were buried in my cells someplace, as if the mountains were somehow part of a past I didn’t remember, and I left my dream world when we reached the tree line in the Sierra. The temperature dropped to a comfortable level instantly as we passed from one layer of air to another. Mom was hunched over slightly, her attention fixed rigidly ahead, both hands gripping the steering wheel almost to the point of white knuckles. Her skirt was hiked halfway up her thighs, and her legs were spread. I could not re-enter the dream-state, but I could remember it, and I thought about what I’d been thinking about, truly wondering if the impossible could become possible. We continued up the mountains, around Lake Tahoe, into Nevada, and down the barren eastern slope of the Sierra to hot, dry, wretched, boring desert. We reached Austin, the end of our first day of driving, late in the afternoon. Mom checked us into to only motel in town, a ramshackle collection of warped clapboard cottages that was probably a survivor of dustbowl days. She took a room with a double bed because it was cheaper than one with two single beds. She and Dad had had words about her wanting to take three days to make the drive when Dad thought she should be able to do it in two, so she was trying to economize wherever she could to compensate for what Dad had called her “indulgence.” We parked the car, dropped our bags in the room, washed up, and walked next door to the only cafe in town, where we ate a dinner of what tasted like grilled cardboard as we contemplated the fly-specked walls. The motel room was almost as barren inside as the desert was outside. Rough studs stood naked along the unfinished walls, and three small, hazy windows were covered by yellowed curtains. The bed, one rickety chair, and a side-table whose surface was laced by generations of cigarette burns barely left room for two people and two suitcases.

The bed was an ancient affair, a mattress on steel springs, shaped more like a hammock than a bed. In the bathroom were a severely stained toilet, a rusty tin shower, a rusty sink, and a mirror with half its silver missing in a rusty metal frame. Mom was nearly catatonic after her day of driving. Her eyes half closed with exhaustion, she said, “We’d better take showers and go to bed. We have a long day of driving ahead of us tomorrow.” For the next few minutes, we shuffled around each other, arranging suitcases and trying to stay out of each other’s way, while Mom got out her travel kit and nightgown. I sat in the rickety chair and waited, thinking about Mom in her bathtub at home and thinking about Mom in the shower a few feet away. Once again, I remembered my fantasies of the afternoon, and, once again, I became aroused. In moments, it seemed, Mom was back in the room, wearing only her nightgown-short, of course, since it was summer-stuffing her dirty underwear into a laundry bag and wrestling her suitcase into the alcove that served as a closet. I got out my ditty bag and my pajamas, and took my turn in the shower. Although Mom’s shower produced nothing but the sound of running water, mine was punctuated by thumps and bongs as I elbowed the walls of the tiny stall. And I had a dilemma. My hard-on wouldn’t go away, and I was desperately afraid that the single-snap fly on my pajamas wouldn’t afford me the modesty I would have preferred. Quickly, furtively, I jacked off, coming as quickly as I could. After I came, I didn’t immediately get soft. I thought about school, I thought about mowing lawns, I thought about playing baseball, I tried my best to ignore visions of Mom’s pussy on the toilet seat, I tried my best to put myself in a frame of mind to share a bed with my mother without embarrassing myself. By the time I’d dried, with a moth-eaten piece of cloth that barely had enough terry loops left to be called a towel, my cock had gone down to about one-third mast, and as long as I didn’t think about pubic hair, as long as I didn’t flex the muscles…

Mom was in bed, flat on her back, her arms outside the threadbare cover, nearly asl**p, when I came back into the room. She rolled her head in my direction. “What took you so long?” she said. I must have blushed from head to foot; fortunately, the room was so dim in the dubious light of the 25-Watt bulb in the bedside lamp that it probably didn’t show. “I’m not used to showering,” I offered. This was true, since we had only a bathtub at home, even if not the real reason. “I can’t stay awake much longer,” Mom said. “Hop in. Be sure to stay on your side of the bed, now.” I got in, clinging to the edge of the mattress to stay as far on my side as I could. Mom turned out the light, said “Good-night,” rolled away from me, exhaled one long sigh, and was instantly asl**p.

I didn’t fare so well. Between my having dozed during the day, the bed’s being strange and uncomfortable, the room’s being strange, my never having shared a bed with anyone, and Mom’s admonition to stay on my side of the bed and my apprehension about what would happen if I didn’t, I couldn’t get sl**py. I lay there the way you do when you’re a k** trying to get to sl**p and your brain won’t shut off. I thought about stuff. All kinds of stuff. But no matter what I thought, my thoughts would return to breasts and pubic bushes and pussies; to Mom in her bathtub, to Mom sitting on the toilet, looking at me with the eye between her legs. I got a disastrous hard-on. It wouldn’t go away. It just kept getting worse and worse, so hard I thought it was going to pop. I couldn’t jack off as I would have at home, and I was afraid to get up and go into the bathroom for fear of waking Mom or her asking if I was sick or something. To make matters worse, every time I relaxed my grip on the edge of the mattress, I slid down against Mom’s back. That bed didn’t have sides. It only had middle. The third or fourth time I slid down against Mom and then clawed my way back up to my side again, she turned her head toward me and hissed, “Lie still!” I lay still, my shoulders against Mom’s shoulders, my butt against Mom’s butt, in total agony. I couldn’t sl**p, I couldn’t turn my brain off, and I couldn’t make my hard-on go away. In pained silence, I lay there, suffered, and hoped that sl**p would eventually come.


Apparently, sl**p did come, because the next thing I knew, I was awake again, in pitch darkness, and my cock felt warm and wonderful. I was completely disoriented. In the darkness, I couldn’t get a fix from my surroundings. I only knew that I wasn’t at home, in my own bed. And then both memory and awareness flooded into me: Mom and I had driven from where we used to live to Austin, Nevada; we were sharing a sagging bed in a falling-down motel. What had happened, I reasoned-though I could hardly claim to be reasoning logically-what I intuited was that, during sl**p, I rolled over so that my front was against my mother’s back. Her nightgown must have hitched up as she slept; my perpetual erection escaped from the barely closed fly of my pajamas, and, somehow, found its way into my mother panties. I had no idea whether I had pressed forward into her or she had pressed back onto me. It didn’t matter. Fantasy had become reality. Mom rocked her hips and pressed against me. She rocked her hips forward and pulled away. Three rocks of Mom’s hips after I became fully aware of what was going on, then the so called courage strike me and I started pulling down her panties. I pulled it down enough to get access to her warm and wet pussy.Then I positioned my cock as it was before and slowly started pushing forward…As I hadn’t hit 7 strokes I came, helplessly and uncontrollably.

With the first pulse of my ejaculation, Mom rocked her hips back against me, squeezed her ass cheeks together hard, and didn’t move. I heard her inhale through her teeth, and then hold her breath. For my part, involuntarily, I think, I drove my hips forward and pushed as deeply into her as I could. That was a come like I’d never experienced before. I felt like I’d discovered heaven and eternal bliss in an instant, like I was going to die and was afraid I wouldn’t, like I was going to live forever in a state of utter ecstasy. I came so hard and so long that I got a cramp in my asshole. Only after I’d spurted my last spurt did Mom exhale and relax her grip on my cock. And then I was scared shitless. My brain felt like it was split into two warring pieces, one reveling in the exquisite feelings of the moment, wanting that moment to last forever, wanting to have more moments like it; the other telling me that I had done something awfully wrong, awaiting punishment, knowing that my mother was at any moment going to ask me what in the world I thought I was doing, telling me to get back to my side of the bed. The half of my brain that was telling me I’d done something wrong was also telling me to pull out of Mom, to turn my back to her, to climb back up my side of the bed and cling to the edge, to shut my eyes as tight as I could and pretend that nothing had happened.

The half of my brain that was basking in delight was telling me to kiss the back of my mother’s neck, to stroke her skin, to press back into her, to live the moment more. Part of me tried to imagine that my mother was fully asl**p and didn’t have any idea what had happened, and I was afraid that if I moved, she’d wake up, and I’d be in big trouble. Part of me didn’t want to move. In fact, I was paralyzed, torn between the warring factions in my brain. I neither pressed forward nor moved away. I stayed put, right where I was. But I did not get soft. After some period of time, Mom bent forward and drew her legs up slightly, and the same time relaxing her thighs and her ass completely, permitting her pussy to be nearer to me, and letting me slip more deeply into her. Then she started rocking again. I still didn’t know for sure whether Mom was awake and doing this consciously, or whether she was asl**p. What I knew was that the moment wasn’t over yet. I got the rhythm of Mom’s movement, and matched it with my own. As I started the in-and-out thrusts of my hips, Mom quit moving hers so much. It felt so good that I kept speeding up, moving in and out of her faster and faster. When I got to going too fast, Mom would clench her pussy and press her ass back against me to stop my movement. Then she’d set the rhythm with her hips again, I’d match it, and she’d decrease her movement. After a few repetitions of that cycle, I understood what Mom was telling me with her body, and I slowed my pace until it wasn’t a contest between us any more. There was no light, there was no clock, there was no time, and there was no place.

There was only Mom and me, joined together, rocking, rocking, and above all fucking. For an eternal now, right here, wherever it was, I pressed in and withdrew, pressed in and withdrew, pressed in and withdrew. Then Mom began to move her hips no matter what I did, and she started to breathe audibly, as if she were running. The movements of her hips became more jerky and pronounced. Matching her motions with my own, soon I was slamming into her, driving as deep as I could with each stroke, and I started to feel my come building. All of a sudden, Mom jammed her hips against me with exceptional f***e and started jerking spasmodically, in much the same way my cock pulsed spasmodically when I came. At the same time, the inside of her pussy squeezed my cock and began to jerk spasmodically, too. It felt to me as if a huge f***e had entered my body and taken control. I arched backward, pressing against her as tightly as I could, driving into her as deeply as I could, and my entire soul began to exit my body through the end of my pulsing prick. Totally in the throes of an all-consuming orgasm, I cried out, helplessly and mindlessly, unknowing and uncaring whether my voice would alter the moment. “Oooooooooooh,” Mom breathed. “Ooooooooooh. Oooooooh. Oooooh. Ooh, oh, oh.”

Mom and I relaxed and lay together, breathing heavily, my cock still inside of her. Neither of us moved for some time. I felt my cock begin to soften, and then shrink. When it shriveled all the way out of Mom’s pussy, back out of the fringe of hair decorating its edges, and onto her leg, Mom rolled a quarter turn toward me so that she was lying on her back. She raised her hips and pulled her nightgown down. After a few minutes, I understood that the door had been closed, and I turned, too, so that my back was toward her. My brain was such a jumble of thoughts, feelings, questions, fears, hopes, and desires that I couldn’t sort out the pieces. I lay there, my back against Mom, and tried my best to dissociate whatever it was that made me, separate from my thoughts, from all the mental clatter. I awoke to the sound of the shower running. The room was filling with murky early morning light filtering in through the hazy windows and yellowed curtains. Memories of Mom’s and my fucking in the blackness of the wee hours of the night danced in the same mental space reserved for the recollection of dreams. Had it really happened? I reached down and touched myself. My cock and balls were sticky, and my sparse pubic hair was crusty. It had happened. It was real. I had fucked my mother. My mother had fucked me. The bathroom door opened, and Mom stepped out, fully dressed, with her travel kit in one hand and a small roll of cloth in the other. “I think you’d feel better if you took a quick shower before we start driving,” she said. “It’s going to be hot again, you know.”

I had lived with the code of silence long enough to be able to decode what Mom was really saying. Her taking a shower first thing in the morning, and her suggestion that I take one, too, was extremely unusual. We were a f****y of evening-bathers. Nobody ever bathed in the morning. This was Mom’s acknowledgment that we both needed washing, her confirmation that she knew what had happened during the night. I placed this fact into the jumble of thoughts and questions in my mind, and took my turn in the bathroom. When I’d finished showering, Mom was packed and ready to go. I put my ditty bag and pajamas into my suitcase, and I was ready, too. After a breakfast of greasy eggs and soggy toast at the Fly-Speck Cafe, we returned to the motel room for one more pass through the bathroom, and then put our bags in the car. Mom took the roll of cloth she’d carried out of the bathroom and d****d it over the upraised flaps of a box of last-minute odds and ends in the back seat. “I had to wash out my nightgown,” she said. “Mike, would you please keep an eye on it so that it doesn’t blow away, and turn it so that it dries evenly?”

With that, we got in the car and left. That day’s travel took us from Nevada to someplace in Utah. I remember nothing about the drive. I was so completely locked into my mind, trying to restructure my whole picture of reality, that, for all intents and purposes, nothing outside of me existed. The relationship between my mother and me had changed, and I didn’t know what to do with that change. I sensed a war between notions of right and wrong and my own pleasure and desire. I was curious about the sex act itself, what it felt like to Mom, how she was put together, how the whole thing worked. I wanted to know why. I wanted to tell Mom that I loved her. I wanted to touch her arm, stroke her thigh. I wanted to fuck her again, but I wanted it to be open, acknowledged. I wanted to talk. I wanted to scream, “MOM, WILL YOU PLEASE TALK TO ME!” But I had lived with the code of silence long enough to know that that wasn’t permitted. I was scared to death to say a word. If anything was going to be said, it had to be Mom who started the conversation-and she wasn’t saying anything. Along the way, as Mom had asked, I checked on her nightgown, which was both evidence and reminder of our sexual union. Each time I touched it, ran the smooth nylon between my fingers, I traveled back to the night before, to the feel of the material then and the texture of Mom’s skin next to mine; to the new, indescribably wonderful feeling of being inside of her, to an orgasm unmatched by any other I’d ever experienced, to the spasmodic jerking of Mom’s hips and pussy, and her long sighs. The nightgown was well dry long before noon. When we stopped for lunch, Mom folded it carefully and put it into her suitcase. The town we stopped in that night was bigger than Austin-and much more attractive. We had our choice of several motels, and, to my surprise,

Mom didn’t pick the cheapest. Instead, she willingly parted with an extra ten dollars so that we could stay in a nicer, more comfortable place. But, to compensate, she again took a room with one double bed rather than two singles. At that point, I really had to wonder whether she had other reasons for taking the double bed, whether expense was only the justification. I wanted to ask, to say something, but, of course, I didn’t dare. Silently, I started to hope. After we’d checked into the motel, instead of walking to the nearest cafe, we drove around town until we found a small f****y restaurant, where we had a thoroughly acceptable meal. By the time we got back to the motel, Mom was once again on the verge of exhaustion, and we performed the same routine of showers and preparations for bed. This room was spacious by comparison to the rough cell in Austin. There was a real closet for our suitcases, two cushioned chairs with end-tables and lamps by them, and plenty of space to move around. The walls were finished with varnished knotty pine wood, and the whole room had a fresh, clean smell. As I slipped between the sheets, Mom said, “Be sure to stay on your side, now.”

This night, Mom’s admonition to stay on my side had some meaning. The bed was almost new, and didn’t sag at all. It was wonderfully comfortable, a delight to be able to relax completely, not to have to cling to the edge to keep from rolling to the middle. But I was disappointed. There was no excuse for Mom and me to roll together while we slept. Of course, my mind was filled with thoughts of the night before. Of course, I had a raging, nearly painful, hard-on, about which I could do nothing. Mom began to snore softly. I lay there, silently, motionlessly, waiting for sl**p to come. And, as always, sl**p sneaked up on me and took me unaware. I awoke and saw her gown was shifted up and then I took out my cock and start stroking. Then once again I pulled her panties down. But this time I pulled it all the way down and threw it on the floor... Then slowly I pushed in her pussy as I had done the last night.. Then She started rocking her hips against me, but, this time, she was not silent, She was saying, “Ungh, ungh, ungh.” This time, I did not lie motionless and fearful. I immediately picked up her cadence and fell into rhythm with her. I came quickly, and Mom held her breath and clenched her pussy around my cock. My cock relaxed, but did not get soft. We waited. After a few minutes, my cock got fully hard again, and I started moving in and out of Mom once more. All of a sudden, Mom twisted away and rolled over so that she was facing me.

“Take off your pj’s!” she said in a loud whisper.
“What?” I said.
“I said, take off your pj’s,”

Mom said louder. She grabbed the front of my pajama shirt and ripped the snaps open. As I slithered out of the bottoms, Mom sat up sharply and stripped off her nightgown. The room was dimly illuminated by outside lighting, not enough to see color, but enough to see gradations of darkness, silhouettes, movement in shadow. Her breasts lifted as her arms went over head, and then dropped back with a slight jiggle. She kicked the covers off of both us, and then lay back. I could see white skin on white sheets, and the dark triangle of her pubic hair. She raised her knees, spread her legs, and opened her arms to me. “Come here,” she said. I knelt between her thighs, unsure what to do next. Her hands moved in a “come on” gesture. “Lean forward,” she said. I did, and began to understand the geometry of the position. As I lowered my hips toward her crotch, she reached down, took hold of my penis, and guided it to her pussy. When I felt the tip of my cock begin to enter her wetness, I pressed my hips forward and slid all the way in. As soon as I was in to the hilt, Mom grabbed the cheeks of my ass with both hands and began pivoting her hips on the bed. She held me so tightly and was rocking with such f***e that her bush felt like sandpaper against my pubic arch.

“UH-huh, UH-huh, UH-huh,” she said, grinding harder and faster. For several minutes, she rocked her hips like that, still holding my ass so that I couldn’t move much. Then, without warning, she locked her legs behind my knees, squeezed for all she was worth, and growled a long “Aaaaaaaaaaarrr,” followed by “Uh. Uh. Uh.” Even though Mom had me locked in such a grip with her hands and legs that I couldn’t move, she still bucked spasmodically, and her pussy pulsed and clenched at my cock. I didn’t come. I just held on, for dear life, it seemed, riding out whatever Mom was going through. Her breath came in gasps. Finally, she relaxed, and her breathing evened. After a few moments, I began a slow, steady, rhythm in and out of her, and she lay almost motionless.

How long did I maintain that peaceful rhythm? I haven’t the slightest idea. I was once again living instant by instant; consumed by the sensations and emotions I was feeling, hoping that each instant would last forever. Mom’s pussy felt so good-but, then, good was hardly the right word to describe a sensation like no other in the world, the combination of heat, wetness, and smoothness caressing my cock with each stroke. Smoothness wasn’t quite the right word either. The inside of Mom’s pussy had texture, contours that seemed to be designed solely for the purpose of holding my cock. Caressing wasn’t the right word either. Nor was squeezing. Nor was rubbing. There was friction but there wasn’t friction. I think the only right thing to say was that it felt like fucking, wondering at the same time how I seemed to be able to feel the touch of Mom’s pussy on my penis all over my body, knowing that a good deal of what was going on was going on in my head, not in my cock. Mom’s hips began to move again. She wasn’t gripping my ass or holding onto my legs, so it wasn’t a harsh, grinding motion. It was more like a gentle undulation, as if we were swimming together, in and around each other.
“Mike?” I heard her say. “Mikey?”
“Yeah, Mom?”
“Rise up.”

Disappointed that she wanted me to separate from her, I started to lift my hips in preparation for withdrawing. “No,” she said, “not your hips, your torso. Stay inside me. Kneel between my legs.” Of course, I did what Mom asked, immeasurably relieved that she wasn’t bringing our coupling to an end. Mom raised her legs and hooked her knees inside my elbows. “Now lean forward again,” she said. I did, and when I did, Mom’s back bent so that her pussy was both impossibly wide open and pointed almost at the ceiling. I slipped deeper into her than I’d yet been, and I felt even my balls within the open wetness of her pussy lips. “Yes,” she said. “Like that. Now, deep. Go deep.”

It took a little practice, but after a few minutes I got the hang of balancing my weight right so that I held Mom’s legs where she wanted them without either breaking her back or smothering her while moving my cock in and out of her at the same time. As she requested, I went deep. I drew my hips back as far as I could, until just the tip of my cock was in her, then pressed down and down. When I was fully in her, Mom kind of wiggled her hips from side to side, and I could feel something slide across the tip of my prick. I began to experiment, sometimes staying deep within her for a few moments before I began to withdraw again, sometimes teasing her pussy lips with just the tip of my cock before I drove in. I angled my hips slightly from one side to the other, increasing the pressure I felt from the sides of her pussy. Whatever I was doing now seemed to be coming naturally, and Mom seemed to like it. After a while, I began to feel my come building. Not within my prick, and not within my balls, but someplace far, far back; not as if I just had to come right now or even very soon, but as if my coming was what was going to happen in a while, and what I had to do next was prepare for it. My strokes began to speed and lengthen. My mind stopped and that invisible f***e took over. I was being driven by instincts I never knew existed before.

The way we were hooked together, Mom’s body automatically matched my motion, and whatever we were doing, we were doing together. Before too long, I wasn’t moving my cock in and out of Mom, I was slamming her, drawing out as far as I could and driving in as hard as I could. My crotch was nothing but wetness, and I could feel my balls slide down the open cheeks of Mom’s ass and bounce off her asshole. “Ooh? Ooh? Ooh?” Mom started to say, a question mark at the end of each sound, as if in expectation of something that was going to happen. My hips went faster and faster, and Mom made her questioning sound each time I plunged into her. And then I exploded. I didn’t come, I exploded. A chunk of me gathered f***e and rocketed out of my body, and, for a moment, it felt as if my cock and quadrupled in size, as if I were going to collapse into myself and all of my being was going to become a missile that rocketed straight into my mother’s depths. Mom made a sound I couldn’t hope to describe. She screamed. She sighed. She wailed. She cried. She shouted. All at the same time, with her body locked into an impossible state of rigidity. Her pussy grabbed my cock and squeezed and milked it, stroked me from the inside. For some moments, we held that position, frozen in time. And then we relaxed, gasping, panting as if we’d run a race for our lives. Mom’s legs hung slack in the crook of my elbows. Slowly, gently, one at a time, I lowered her legs back down to the bed. I stayed as far into her as I could in that position, lying motionless. From time to time, Mom’s body quivered, and her pussy clenched, though with nothing of the f***e of a few moments ago. I began to soften. The quivers and clenches became farther apart in time and lesser in magnitude. With a final quiver and clench, Mom expelled my soft cock from her. I rolled off of her and lay on my back at her side. I took her hand. While we were lying there quietly, sl**p sneaked up and took me away again.

When I awoke, Mom and I were lying in the same positions we’d been in when I fell asl**p, except that we weren’t holding hands. The room was quite light. Apparently, we’d slept considerably later than we had the previous morning. I turned my head and looked at Mom. She was staring at the ceiling, her eyes wide open. Of course, I had a morning hard-on that was tenting the blanket. Before this trip, I would immediately have raised my knees to keep my “secret” from my mother. Now, there didn’t seem to be much point in it. I lay there quietly, waiting for Mom to say that it was time for us to get up and take our showers. Long minutes passed, and Mom remained silent, unmoving. I wondered what was going through her mind.

Then Mom slid her hand over and took hold of my hard-on, squeezing and stroking it gently. After she’d done that for a few minutes, I slid my hand over, and placed it atop her pubic mound. That was the first time I’d actually felt her pubic hair, and just touching it sent a tingle to my cock. Mom’s legs were slightly spread, so I dropped my middle finger into her slit, pressing lightly and stroking softly. Not sure quite what to do, I just kept up that movement. Mom reached her other hand down and placed it over mine. Using her hand as a guide, she showed mine what to do, where to touch, how hard to press. My finger dipped lower, into the opening of her vagina, which was very wet and slippery. I picked up some of the moisture on my fingertip, then moved it back up until I hit the bump of her clitoris. Mom’s grip on my cock tightened. I ran my fingertip around and around Mom’s clitoris, dipped it back between her legs for more lubrication, running it around the edges of her pussy and pressing into it, then returned the slippery finger to her clitoris. Mom started making throaty sounds of pleasure and moving her hips in slow circles.

In one motion, Mom let go of my cock, sat up and threw the covers off of us, rolled and swung her leg over me so that she was straddling my hips. She reached down and took hold of my cock again, and then she guided it to her mouth and started sucking it gently and lovingly…I then knew that there was something much more pleasurable than just sex..After sometime she stopped giving me blowjob but I wanted more,Then I spoke “mom, will u suck for sometime?” she looked into my eye smiled and continued…. As I watched, she came down slowly, and I saw my cock enter her pussy and disappear. With my hard-on fully inside of her, Mom sat up straight, and smiled at me. I smiled back, a mixture of delight and astonishment. Then she leaned forward, and began moving her hips up and down. Her breasts were right in front of my face, swinging back and forth as she moved her hips. I kissed first one, then the other. Mom helped by swinging her torso from side to side to bring one breast and then the other in direct line with my mouth. I took one nipple into my mouth, ran my tongue around it, and sucked gently. When Mom was ready, she drew back and fed me her other breast. While I was kissing and sucking her breasts, I ran my hands lightly up and her sides and around her back.

Mom sat up again, wiping her hair from her forehead with her hand. I reached up and took both her breasts in my hands, kneading them gently and rubbing my thumbs across her nipples. Mom’s eyes were closed, and a slight smile played at the edges of her lips. After she’d been sitting up for a while, she leaned forward again, and rubbed her breasts in my face. I reached around and took hold of her buttocks, following their motion, helping her lift. I started to feel my orgasm building. I wanted to come, but I didn’t want to come. I wanted this to last as long as possible. But Mom was in control. There was nothing I could do. The feeling of coming built until I was almost over the edge, then Mom sat up suddenly and remained motionless. The urge to come passed, and I relaxed slightly. When I did, Mom started moving her hips again.

We repeated that cycle three times, and then Mom’s motions began to get urgent, too. She rose up higher, and slammed down harder, and her chest began to heave with each breath. I grasped her buttocks firmly, and my fingertips reached down into the crevice. As I gripped her ass and helped her move, my fingers got slick with her moisture, and began to slip upward, running across her asshole. As Mom’s motions got more and more frantic, I felt my come building again, and I began to try to pump my hips upward to match her movement and to drive myself into her as far as I could. We got into sync and we got out of sync. I grabbed her ass tighter to try to keep us together. Then Mom rose up one more time and slammed down hard. The slick tip of my middle finger popped into her asshole up to the first knuckle. I started coming-and came, and came, and came. Her entire body went rigid, and her eyes flew open wide.

OoooooooooOOOOH!” she said. And then she quivered all over, inside as well as outside. When she stopped quivering, her abdominal muscles and her pussy began the clenching. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. After several minutes, the clenching and squeezing slowed to a halt. She gave a squeeze with her asshole, and expelled my finger. Mom remained upright, with my cock still in her pussy. I began to soften. Finally, as I was about to shrivel out of her entirely, Mom bent forward, and placed both hands flat on my chest. She dipped down and kissed me on the forehead.

“We’d better take our showers and get going,” she said. With that, she swung her self off of me and off the bed, and went into the bathroom. My crotch was completely gooey with all her fluid and my semen that had run out of her as she sat up, and the air was heavy with the scent of sex. I just lay there, lost in my own thoughts, until it was my turn for the shower. After breakfast, we came back to the motel room to pick up our bags, use the bathroom one more time, and take one last check for anything left behind. Then we put our bags in the trunk and got into the car. Mom turned and looked at me. She ran her fingers own my cheek, around my jaw, and back up under my chin. “Mike,” she said. “Oh, Mikey. It’s time to go home now.” Her chin quivered slightly, and she pressed her lips together firmly.. She turned her gaze forward and started the car….
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Me and My mom.... crazytownfucker

Me and My Mom


What I had no help with at all was the welter of feeling that surrounded sex, to say nothing of its physical expression. Most of my sex “education” came from the other boys in the neighborhood. There were about a half-dozen of us, separated four to six year in age from youngest to oldest. I was the youngest. When I was ten or eleven years old, the older boys had learned about masturbation, and they’d have honest-to-God circle-jerks they didn’t stand. Rather, they’d lounge around the walls of somebody’s garage or in a “fort” or tree house one of them had built, whip out their cocks, and pound away. I was too young to understand either the attraction of the activity or the thrill. Nonetheless, they’d urge me to join them. “C’mon, Mike,” one of them would taunt, “pull out that little pecker and let’s see what you can do with it.” So I’d pull out my little pecker, which would be hard. I’d grasp it between thumb and fingertips and stroke away. But I didn’t feel much of anything. Before too long, one of the older boys would announce, in a strained voice, “I’m getting The Feeling!” and then spurt his semen unabashedly. The others would spurt their spurts, too, in fairly quick succession, and that would be the end of the activity for the afternoon. We’d all put our peckers back in our pants and get back about more publicly acceptable boy-play. Of course, masturbation made sense to me eventually. One night when I was twelve, nearing thirteen, as I was lying in bed having a difficult time going to sl**p, I suddenly started thinking about girls, women, female sexual organs, breasts. My adolescent penis became rock hard, and, remembering the motions of the circle-jerks, I started stroking myself. And, oh, my! So that was what The Feeling was. From that point on, I could barely wait until bedtime. I’d jack off and jack off and jack off. At that age, my cock wouldn’t go down after I came, and I could do it four or five or six times before I was ready for sl**p. More than once, I jacked off so much that I abraded sores on my prick, and would have to endure several days of abstention until I could once again beat my meat without pain. I had no s****rs and no female cousins. There were no girls in the neighborhood. No girl pals, no tomboys to climb trees or wrestle with, no accidental hands in the wrong places, no embarrassing exposure of very private parts, no opportunities for furtive glances or sneaked peeks. I never saw girls my age changing their clothes, running around in their underwear, going to the bathroom, or soaking in a bathtub. The only female around me was Mom. Where was Dad? At work. At a meeting. Playing golf. Hunting or fishing. Out for a game with the men’s softball league. For all intents and purposes, he wasn’t there. Although we respected each other’s privacy, nobody made a big deal out of incidental nudity around the house or got upset if unintentionally interrupted while in a state of undress. That was just the way it was. As with most everything else, nobody said anything about it. I habitually walked nude from my bedroom to the bathroom and back when I went to take a bath.

Mom was a beautiful woman... She was the best looking woman in her neighborhood. Her one vanity was her body shape. She always took great pains to maintain what she referred to as “my figure.” She would often skip desserts or make dietary choices with the announcement, “I have to watch my figure, you know.” She was not voluptuous. She was proportionate. Her breasts were of medium size, at the age of 35 and they were round.. And her hips never widened beyond what was appropriate for her height. She always had about her an aura of health and wholesomeness. When I spoke to her while she was in the bathtub, it seemed that she was always relaxing, just soaking, and she never made an attempt to cover herself. She was just there, speaking to me. I looked at her, of course, taking in all of her body, but I don’t think I stared or gaped. Her nipples would be exposed as her breasts became buoyant, and her pubic hair would be raised in the water. I didn’t know what little girls looked like, but I knew what a woman looked like.

Mom’s nightgowns. Mom always wore the same kind of nightgown. Always. The only variation was that they were ankle-length during the winter and knee-length during the summer. If the weather were particularly cold, she’d wear a bathrobe; if not, just the nightgown, in which she’d move about the house freely. They were made of nylon, and she never wore anything underneath them. The part that covered her chest was lace, opaque, and rigid enough that neither the shape of her breasts nor the darkness of her nipples was visible, but the rest clung to her body like a second skin. Every nuance of her body and movement was transmitted through the cloth, the hollow of her navel in the slight swell of her stomach, and a softly raised area over her pubic hair. From behind, I could see every vertebra, the dimples at the small of her back, the beginnings of her gluteus cleft, and the gentle indentations at the sides of her buttocks. And, if she bent over, the shape and contour of what was between her legs.

One evening, during the time I was just coming to understand my sexuality and to appreciate it by masturbating several times a night, I walked into the bathroom to talk to my mother, and found her sitting on the closed toilet, cutting her toenails. She had one foot on the floor, and the other heel on the edge of the toilet seat. Her legs were spread slightly, and her cheek was against the inside of her raised knee as she leaned forward to pay attention to her toes. It was from that position that she spoke to me, not moving her head, but only raising her eyes to look at me. Her nightgown had slipped down her raised thigh so that her entire pubic area was exposed and open to my view. In the process of casually looking down at her foot as part of taking in the whole scene, I could not avoid seeing her genitals, which were right next to her heel. For the first time, I saw not just a hazy triangle of pubic hair floating in bath water but all of her, the skin beneath the hair and the folds of flesh. And, right in the middle, a dark spot. In a rush, all the books I’d read, all the jokes the boys had made, all the coarse references to women’s genitalia, all the disparate pieces of information I’d gathered, came together, and I realized that I was looking directly into my mother’s vagina, slightly open because of her position. Her pussy, her cunt, it, the place, her hole. The understanding of what I was seeing impacted my hormone-generation machinery with such f***e that I nearly fainted. I suddenly felt hot and prickly all over. My mouth went dry, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to speak. Almost certainly,

I must have flushed visibly, but Mom didn’t move a muscle. She just looked at me, with her eyebrows raised in her typical, “Yes?” facial expression. Even in my state of distraction, I knew that I didn’t want Mom to change her position. I wanted to be able to look and look at her, and I knew that I had to maintain an ordinary demeanor. So I spoke to her. And she spoke to me, never changing her position, never moving her chin and closing her legs, never putting the raised heel on the floor. We had our exchange, and I left, with my heart still pounding so ferociously that the whole world had a pink hue. I went to my bedroom and stood for several minutes, supporting myself with one hand on my desk as my heartbeat slowed and I caught my breath. That incident may have been wholly innocent. Mom may not have realized the degree to which she was exposed. Or she might have thought that it was better for her not to make sudden moves to hide herself, as if she were embarrassed or ashamed, as if there were anything wrong. All I know is that that scene from c***dhood is indelibly etched on my brain. Indelibly. Just after I turned fifteen, my father decided to take a new job in Denver, about a thousand miles distant from where we were living on the coast of California. Of course, there was no discussion of the matter. Dad announced his decision as a fait accompli, and then merely gave directives for what was going to happen next. He would go on ahead to Denver to start the job, leaving Mom behind to deal with movers and clean up the house. Of course, I stayed behind with Mom.

Mom hated long drives. Driving made her nervous and tense, and tired her quickly, so she decided to split the trip into three segments of about 300 miles each. That was okay with me, because I hated long drives, too. At that age, there was nothing in the world more boring than just sitting, hour after dreary hour, in a moving automobile. The first leg of our journey took us across California’s Central Valley, up the western slope of the Sierra Nevada, and down into Nevada. I’d been through the Central Valley before, and I didn’t care much for it. Having been raised in the cool grayness of coastal fog, I considered the heat of the valley virtually unendurable. It was August, and the temperature was well above 100. We had all the windows in the car down, and, to me, it felt like we were driving into a furnace. The hot wind seemed to suck the air from my lungs and the moisture from my lips. As we drove, with the car undulating hypnotically over the slabs in the concrete road, I drowsed, went into an almost trance-like state, neither wholly awake nor fully asl**p, adrift in a state of consciousness where fantasy and reality were not easily distinguishable. In that state, I became aroused, and my thoughts turned to my mother, in her bath, and sitting on the toilet seat, calling to me with her open vagina. I imagined us together, both nude, touching one another, gently, lovingly, exploring one another. Mom was not being wanton or lascivious; in fact, not acting in a particularly sexual way. Because I’d had no sexual experience, I knew nothing of sexual behavior, so I couldn’t fantasize it. We were just there, touching, Mom being present, loving, and caring in a motherly way… but more, something more I was able to sense, but not fully realize. I fixed on her pubic hair and mine-pubic hair was a novelty to me at the time-and I imagined our pubic hair rubbing together, just enough to be aware of it, another kind of caress, a slight tickle. And then… and then, it was inevitable. Mom wanted me and I wanted her, all that could happen next would be for me to slip inside of her, and I could see her smile broaden as we joined. I must have floated through this dream world of utter innocence and extreme sexuality for more than an hour, re-experiencing` Mom’s and my joining over and over.

I’ve always found the scent of evergreens particularly pleasant, stimulating, as if a memory of them were buried in my cells someplace, as if the mountains were somehow part of a past I didn’t remember, and I left my dream world when we reached the tree line in the Sierra. The temperature dropped to a comfortable level instantly as we passed from one layer of air to another. Mom was hunched over slightly, her attention fixed rigidly ahead, both hands gripping the steering wheel almost to the point of white knuckles. Her skirt was hiked halfway up her thighs, and her legs were spread. I could not re-enter the dream-state, but I could remember it, and I thought about what I’d been thinking about, truly wondering if the impossible could become possible. We continued up the mountains, around Lake Tahoe, into Nevada, and down the barren eastern slope of the Sierra to hot, dry, wretched, boring desert. We reached Austin, the end of our first day of driving, late in the afternoon. Mom checked us into to only motel in town, a ramshackle collection of warped clapboard cottages that was probably a survivor of dustbowl days. She took a room with a double bed because it was cheaper than one with two single beds. She and Dad had had words about her wanting to take three days to make the drive when Dad thought she should be able to do it in two, so she was trying to economize wherever she could to compensate for what Dad had called her “indulgence.” We parked the car, dropped our bags in the room, washed up, and walked next door to the only cafe in town, where we ate a dinner of what tasted like grilled cardboard as we contemplated the fly-specked walls. The motel room was almost as barren inside as the desert was outside. Rough studs stood naked along the unfinished walls, and three small, hazy windows were covered by yellowed curtains. The bed, one rickety chair, and a side-table whose surface was laced by generations of cigarette burns barely left room for two people and two suitcases.

The bed was an ancient affair, a mattress on steel springs, shaped more like a hammock than a bed. In the bathroom were a severely stained toilet, a rusty tin shower, a rusty sink, and a mirror with half its silver missing in a rusty metal frame. Mom was nearly catatonic after her day of driving. Her eyes half closed with exhaustion, she said, “We’d better take showers and go to bed. We have a long day of driving ahead of us tomorrow.” For the next few minutes, we shuffled around each other, arranging suitcases and trying to stay out of each other’s way, while Mom got out her travel kit and nightgown. I sat in the rickety chair and waited, thinking about Mom in her bathtub at home and thinking about Mom in the shower a few feet away. Once again, I remembered my fantasies of the afternoon, and, once again, I became aroused. In moments, it seemed, Mom was back in the room, wearing only her nightgown-short, of course, since it was summer-stuffing her dirty underwear into a laundry bag and wrestling her suitcase into the alcove that served as a closet. I got out my ditty bag and my pajamas, and took my turn in the shower. Although Mom’s shower produced nothing but the sound of running water, mine was punctuated by thumps and bongs as I elbowed the walls of the tiny stall. And I had a dilemma. My hard-on wouldn’t go away, and I was desperately afraid that the single-snap fly on my pajamas wouldn’t afford me the modesty I would have preferred. Quickly, furtively, I jacked off, coming as quickly as I could. After I came, I didn’t immediately get soft. I thought about school, I thought about mowing lawns, I thought about playing baseball, I tried my best to ignore visions of Mom’s pussy on the toilet seat, I tried my best to put myself in a frame of mind to share a bed with my mother without embarrassing myself. By the time I’d dried, with a moth-eaten piece of cloth that barely had enough terry loops left to be called a towel, my cock had gone down to about one-third mast, and as long as I didn’t think about pubic hair, as long as I didn’t flex the muscles…

Mom was in bed, flat on her back, her arms outside the threadbare cover, nearly asl**p, when I came back into the room. She rolled her head in my direction. “What took you so long?” she said. I must have blushed from head to foot; fortunately, the room was so dim in the dubious light of the 25-Watt bulb in the bedside lamp that it probably didn’t show. “I’m not used to showering,” I offered. This was true, since we had only a bathtub at home, even if not the real reason. “I can’t stay awake much longer,” Mom said. “Hop in. Be sure to stay on your side of the bed, now.” I got in, clinging to the edge of the mattress to stay as far on my side as I could. Mom turned out the light, said “Good-night,” rolled away from me, exhaled one long sigh, and was instantly asl**p.

I didn’t fare so well. Between my having dozed during the day, the bed’s being strange and uncomfortable, the room’s being strange, my never having shared a bed with anyone, and Mom’s admonition to stay on my side of the bed and my apprehension about what would happen if I didn’t, I couldn’t get sl**py. I lay there the way you do when you’re a k** trying to get to sl**p and your brain won’t shut off. I thought about stuff. All kinds of stuff. But no matter what I thought, my thoughts would return to breasts and pubic bushes and pussies; to Mom in her bathtub, to Mom sitting on the toilet, looking at me with the eye between her legs. I got a disastrous hard-on. It wouldn’t go away. It just kept getting worse and worse, so hard I thought it was going to pop. I couldn’t jack off as I would have at home, and I was afraid to get up and go into the bathroom for fear of waking Mom or her asking if I was sick or something. To make matters worse, every time I relaxed my grip on the edge of the mattress, I slid down against Mom’s back. That bed didn’t have sides. It only had middle. The third or fourth time I slid down against Mom and then clawed my way back up to my side again, she turned her head toward me and hissed, “Lie still!” I lay still, my shoulders against Mom’s shoulders, my butt against Mom’s butt, in total agony. I couldn’t sl**p, I couldn’t turn my brain off, and I couldn’t make my hard-on go away. In pained silence, I lay there, suffered, and hoped that sl**p would eventually come.


Apparently, sl**p did come, because the next thing I knew, I was awake again, in pitch darkness, and my cock felt warm and wonderful. I was completely disoriented. In the darkness, I couldn’t get a fix from my surroundings. I only knew that I wasn’t at home, in my own bed. And then both memory and awareness flooded into me: Mom and I had driven from where we used to live to Austin, Nevada; we were sharing a sagging bed in a falling-down motel. What had happened, I reasoned-though I could hardly claim to be reasoning logically-what I intuited was that, during sl**p, I rolled over so that my front was against my mother’s back. Her nightgown must have hitched up as she slept; my perpetual erection escaped from the barely closed fly of my pajamas, and, somehow, found its way into my mother panties. I had no idea whether I had pressed forward into her or she had pressed back onto me. It didn’t matter. Fantasy had become reality. Mom rocked her hips and pressed against me. She rocked her hips forward and pulled away. Three rocks of Mom’s hips after I became fully aware of what was going on, then the so called courage strike me and I started pulling down her panties. I pulled it down enough to get access to her warm and wet pussy.Then I positioned my cock as it was before and slowly started pushing forward…As I hadn’t hit 7 strokes I came, helplessly and uncontrollably.

With the first pulse of my ejaculation, Mom rocked her hips back against me, squeezed her ass cheeks together hard, and didn’t move. I heard her inhale through her teeth, and then hold her breath. For my part, involuntarily, I think, I drove my hips forward and pushed as deeply into her as I could. That was a come like I’d never experienced before. I felt like I’d discovered heaven and eternal bliss in an instant, like I was going to die and was afraid I wouldn’t, like I was going to live forever in a state of utter ecstasy. I came so hard and so long that I got a cramp in my asshole. Only after I’d spurted my last spurt did Mom exhale and relax her grip on my cock. And then I was scared shitless. My brain felt like it was split into two warring pieces, one reveling in the exquisite feelings of the moment, wanting that moment to last forever, wanting to have more moments like it; the other telling me that I had done something awfully wrong, awaiting punishment, knowing that my mother was at any moment going to ask me what in the world I thought I was doing, telling me to get back to my side of the bed. The half of my brain that was telling me I’d done something wrong was also telling me to pull out of Mom, to turn my back to her, to climb back up my side of the bed and cling to the edge, to shut my eyes as tight as I could and pretend that nothing had happened.

The half of my brain that was basking in delight was telling me to kiss the back of my mother’s neck, to stroke her skin, to press back into her, to live the moment more. Part of me tried to imagine that my mother was fully asl**p and didn’t have any idea what had happened, and I was afraid that if I moved, she’d wake up, and I’d be in big trouble. Part of me didn’t want to move. In fact, I was paralyzed, torn between the warring factions in my brain. I neither pressed forward nor moved away. I stayed put, right where I was. But I did not get soft. After some period of time, Mom bent forward and drew her legs up slightly, and the same time relaxing her thighs and her ass completely, permitting her pussy to be nearer to me, and letting me slip more deeply into her. Then she started rocking again. I still didn’t know for sure whether Mom was awake and doing this consciously, or whether she was asl**p. What I knew was that the moment wasn’t over yet. I got the rhythm of Mom’s movement, and matched it with my own. As I started the in-and-out thrusts of my hips, Mom quit moving hers so much. It felt so good that I kept speeding up, moving in and out of her faster and faster. When I got to going too fast, Mom would clench her pussy and press her ass back against me to stop my movement. Then she’d set the rhythm with her hips again, I’d match it, and she’d decrease her movement. After a few repetitions of that cycle, I understood what Mom was telling me with her body, and I slowed my pace until it wasn’t a contest between us any more. There was no light, there was no clock, there was no time, and there was no place.

There was only Mom and me, joined together, rocking, rocking, and above all fucking. For an eternal now, right here, wherever it was, I pressed in and withdrew, pressed in and withdrew, pressed in and withdrew. Then Mom began to move her hips no matter what I did, and she started to breathe audibly, as if she were running. The movements of her hips became more jerky and pronounced. Matching her motions with my own, soon I was slamming into her, driving as deep as I could with each stroke, and I started to feel my come building. All of a sudden, Mom jammed her hips against me with exceptional f***e and started jerking spasmodically, in much the same way my cock pulsed spasmodically when I came. At the same time, the inside of her pussy squeezed my cock and began to jerk spasmodically, too. It felt to me as if a huge f***e had entered my body and taken control. I arched backward, pressing against her as tightly as I could, driving into her as deeply as I could, and my entire soul began to exit my body through the end of my pulsing prick. Totally in the throes of an all-consuming orgasm, I cried out, helplessly and mindlessly, unknowing and uncaring whether my voice would alter the moment. “Oooooooooooh,” Mom breathed. “Ooooooooooh. Oooooooh. Oooooh. Ooh, oh, oh.”

Mom and I relaxed and lay together, breathing heavily, my cock still inside of her. Neither of us moved for some time. I felt my cock begin to soften, and then shrink. When it shriveled all the way out of Mom’s pussy, back out of the fringe of hair decorating its edges, and onto her leg, Mom rolled a quarter turn toward me so that she was lying on her back. She raised her hips and pulled her nightgown down. After a few minutes, I understood that the door had been closed, and I turned, too, so that my back was toward her. My brain was such a jumble of thoughts, feelings, questions, fears, hopes, and desires that I couldn’t sort out the pieces. I lay there, my back against Mom, and tried my best to dissociate whatever it was that made me, separate from my thoughts, from all the mental clatter. I awoke to the sound of the shower running. The room was filling with murky early morning light filtering in through the hazy windows and yellowed curtains. Memories of Mom’s and my fucking in the blackness of the wee hours of the night danced in the same mental space reserved for the recollection of dreams. Had it really happened? I reached down and touched myself. My cock and balls were sticky, and my sparse pubic hair was crusty. It had happened. It was real. I had fucked my mother. My mother had fucked me. The bathroom door opened, and Mom stepped out, fully dressed, with her travel kit in one hand and a small roll of cloth in the other. “I think you’d feel better if you took a quick shower before we start driving,” she said. “It’s going to be hot again, you know.”

I had lived with the code of silence long enough to be able to decode what Mom was really saying. Her taking a shower first thing in the morning, and her suggestion that I take one, too, was extremely unusual. We were a f****y of evening-bathers. Nobody ever bathed in the morning. This was Mom’s acknowledgment that we both needed washing, her confirmation that she knew what had happened during the night. I placed this fact into the jumble of thoughts and questions in my mind, and took my turn in the bathroom. When I’d finished showering, Mom was packed and ready to go. I put my ditty bag and pajamas into my suitcase, and I was ready, too. After a breakfast of greasy eggs and soggy toast at the Fly-Speck Cafe, we returned to the motel room for one more pass through the bathroom, and then put our bags in the car. Mom took the roll of cloth she’d carried out of the bathroom and d****d it over the upraised flaps of a box of last-minute odds and ends in the back seat. “I had to wash out my nightgown,” she said. “Mike, would you please keep an eye on it so that it doesn’t blow away, and turn it so that it dries evenly?”

With that, we got in the car and left. That day’s travel took us from Nevada to someplace in Utah. I remember nothing about the drive. I was so completely locked into my mind, trying to restructure my whole picture of reality, that, for all intents and purposes, nothing outside of me existed. The relationship between my mother and me had changed, and I didn’t know what to do with that change. I sensed a war between notions of right and wrong and my own pleasure and desire. I was curious about the sex act itself, what it felt like to Mom, how she was put together, how the whole thing worked. I wanted to know why. I wanted to tell Mom that I loved her. I wanted to touch her arm, stroke her thigh. I wanted to fuck her again, but I wanted it to be open, acknowledged. I wanted to talk. I wanted to scream, “MOM, WILL YOU PLEASE TALK TO ME!” But I had lived with the code of silence long enough to know that that wasn’t permitted. I was scared to death to say a word. If anything was going to be said, it had to be Mom who started the conversation-and she wasn’t saying anything. Along the way, as Mom had asked, I checked on her nightgown, which was both evidence and reminder of our sexual union. Each time I touched it, ran the smooth nylon between my fingers, I traveled back to the night before, to the feel of the material then and the texture of Mom’s skin next to mine; to the new, indescribably wonderful feeling of being inside of her, to an orgasm unmatched by any other I’d ever experienced, to the spasmodic jerking of Mom’s hips and pussy, and her long sighs. The nightgown was well dry long before noon. When we stopped for lunch, Mom folded it carefully and put it into her suitcase. The town we stopped in that night was bigger than Austin-and much more attractive. We had our choice of several motels, and, to my surprise,

Mom didn’t pick the cheapest. Instead, she willingly parted with an extra ten dollars so that we could stay in a nicer, more comfortable place. But, to compensate, she again took a room with one double bed rather than two singles. At that point, I really had to wonder whether she had other reasons for taking the double bed, whether expense was only the justification. I wanted to ask, to say something, but, of course, I didn’t dare. Silently, I started to hope. After we’d checked into the motel, instead of walking to the nearest cafe, we drove around town until we found a small f****y restaurant, where we had a thoroughly acceptable meal. By the time we got back to the motel, Mom was once again on the verge of exhaustion, and we performed the same routine of showers and preparations for bed. This room was spacious by comparison to the rough cell in Austin. There was a real closet for our suitcases, two cushioned chairs with end-tables and lamps by them, and plenty of space to move around. The walls were finished with varnished knotty pine wood, and the whole room had a fresh, clean smell. As I slipped between the sheets, Mom said, “Be sure to stay on your side, now.”

This night, Mom’s admonition to stay on my side had some meaning. The bed was almost new, and didn’t sag at all. It was wonderfully comfortable, a delight to be able to relax completely, not to have to cling to the edge to keep from rolling to the middle. But I was disappointed. There was no excuse for Mom and me to roll together while we slept. Of course, my mind was filled with thoughts of the night before. Of course, I had a raging, nearly painful, hard-on, about which I could do nothing. Mom began to snore softly. I lay there, silently, motionlessly, waiting for sl**p to come. And, as always, sl**p sneaked up on me and took me unaware. I awoke and saw her gown was shifted up and then I took out my cock and start stroking. Then once again I pulled her panties down. But this time I pulled it all the way down and threw it on the floor... Then slowly I pushed in her pussy as I had done the last night.. Then She started rocking her hips against me, but, this time, she was not silent, She was saying, “Ungh, ungh, ungh.” This time, I did not lie motionless and fearful. I immediately picked up her cadence and fell into rhythm with her. I came quickly, and Mom held her breath and clenched her pussy around my cock. My cock relaxed, but did not get soft. We waited. After a few minutes, my cock got fully hard again, and I started moving in and out of Mom once more. All of a sudden, Mom twisted away and rolled over so that she was facing me.

“Take off your pj’s!” she said in a loud whisper.
“What?” I said.
“I said, take off your pj’s,”

Mom said louder. She grabbed the front of my pajama shirt and ripped the snaps open. As I slithered out of the bottoms, Mom sat up sharply and stripped off her nightgown. The room was dimly illuminated by outside lighting, not enough to see color, but enough to see gradations of darkness, silhouettes, movement in shadow. Her breasts lifted as her arms went over head, and then dropped back with a slight jiggle. She kicked the covers off of both us, and then lay back. I could see white skin on white sheets, and the dark triangle of her pubic hair. She raised her knees, spread her legs, and opened her arms to me. “Come here,” she said. I knelt between her thighs, unsure what to do next. Her hands moved in a “come on” gesture. “Lean forward,” she said. I did, and began to understand the geometry of the position. As I lowered my hips toward her crotch, she reached down, took hold of my penis, and guided it to her pussy. When I felt the tip of my cock begin to enter her wetness, I pressed my hips forward and slid all the way in. As soon as I was in to the hilt, Mom grabbed the cheeks of my ass with both hands and began pivoting her hips on the bed. She held me so tightly and was rocking with such f***e that her bush felt like sandpaper against my pubic arch.

“UH-huh, UH-huh, UH-huh,” she said, grinding harder and faster. For several minutes, she rocked her hips like that, still holding my ass so that I couldn’t move much. Then, without warning, she locked her legs behind my knees, squeezed for all she was worth, and growled a long “Aaaaaaaaaaarrr,” followed by “Uh. Uh. Uh.” Even though Mom had me locked in such a grip with her hands and legs that I couldn’t move, she still bucked spasmodically, and her pussy pulsed and clenched at my cock. I didn’t come. I just held on, for dear life, it seemed, riding out whatever Mom was going through. Her breath came in gasps. Finally, she relaxed, and her breathing evened. After a few moments, I began a slow, steady, rhythm in and out of her, and she lay almost motionless.

How long did I maintain that peaceful rhythm? I haven’t the slightest idea. I was once again living instant by instant; consumed by the sensations and emotions I was feeling, hoping that each instant would last forever. Mom’s pussy felt so good-but, then, good was hardly the right word to describe a sensation like no other in the world, the combination of heat, wetness, and smoothness caressing my cock with each stroke. Smoothness wasn’t quite the right word either. The inside of Mom’s pussy had texture, contours that seemed to be designed solely for the purpose of holding my cock. Caressing wasn’t the right word either. Nor was squeezing. Nor was rubbing. There was friction but there wasn’t friction. I think the only right thing to say was that it felt like fucking, wondering at the same time how I seemed to be able to feel the touch of Mom’s pussy on my penis all over my body, knowing that a good deal of what was going on was going on in my head, not in my cock. Mom’s hips began to move again. She wasn’t gripping my ass or holding onto my legs, so it wasn’t a harsh, grinding motion. It was more like a gentle undulation, as if we were swimming together, in and around each other.
“Mike?” I heard her say. “Mikey?”
“Yeah, Mom?”
“Rise up.”

Disappointed that she wanted me to separate from her, I started to lift my hips in preparation for withdrawing. “No,” she said, “not your hips, your torso. Stay inside me. Kneel between my legs.” Of course, I did what Mom asked, immeasurably relieved that she wasn’t bringing our coupling to an end. Mom raised her legs and hooked her knees inside my elbows. “Now lean forward again,” she said. I did, and when I did, Mom’s back bent so that her pussy was both impossibly wide open and pointed almost at the ceiling. I slipped deeper into her than I’d yet been, and I felt even my balls within the open wetness of her pussy lips. “Yes,” she said. “Like that. Now, deep. Go deep.”

It took a little practice, but after a few minutes I got the hang of balancing my weight right so that I held Mom’s legs where she wanted them without either breaking her back or smothering her while moving my cock in and out of her at the same time. As she requested, I went deep. I drew my hips back as far as I could, until just the tip of my cock was in her, then pressed down and down. When I was fully in her, Mom kind of wiggled her hips from side to side, and I could feel something slide across the tip of my prick. I began to experiment, sometimes staying deep within her for a few moments before I began to withdraw again, sometimes teasing her pussy lips with just the tip of my cock before I drove in. I angled my hips slightly from one side to the other, increasing the pressure I felt from the sides of her pussy. Whatever I was doing now seemed to be coming naturally, and Mom seemed to like it. After a while, I began to feel my come building. Not within my prick, and not within my balls, but someplace far, far back; not as if I just had to come right now or even very soon, but as if my coming was what was going to happen in a while, and what I had to do next was prepare for it. My strokes began to speed and lengthen. My mind stopped and that invisible f***e took over. I was being driven by instincts I never knew existed before.

The way we were hooked together, Mom’s body automatically matched my motion, and whatever we were doing, we were doing together. Before too long, I wasn’t moving my cock in and out of Mom, I was slamming her, drawing out as far as I could and driving in as hard as I could. My crotch was nothing but wetness, and I could feel my balls slide down the open cheeks of Mom’s ass and bounce off her asshole. “Ooh? Ooh? Ooh?” Mom started to say, a question mark at the end of each sound, as if in expectation of something that was going to happen. My hips went faster and faster, and Mom made her questioning sound each time I plunged into her. And then I exploded. I didn’t come, I exploded. A chunk of me gathered f***e and rocketed out of my body, and, for a moment, it felt as if my cock and quadrupled in size, as if I were going to collapse into myself and all of my being was going to become a missile that rocketed straight into my mother’s depths. Mom made a sound I couldn’t hope to describe. She screamed. She sighed. She wailed. She cried. She shouted. All at the same time, with her body locked into an impossible state of rigidity. Her pussy grabbed my cock and squeezed and milked it, stroked me from the inside. For some moments, we held that position, frozen in time. And then we relaxed, gasping, panting as if we’d run a race for our lives. Mom’s legs hung slack in the crook of my elbows. Slowly, gently, one at a time, I lowered her legs back down to the bed. I stayed as far into her as I could in that position, lying motionless. From time to time, Mom’s body quivered, and her pussy clenched, though with nothing of the f***e of a few moments ago. I began to soften. The quivers and clenches became farther apart in time and lesser in magnitude. With a final quiver and clench, Mom expelled my soft cock from her. I rolled off of her and lay on my back at her side. I took her hand. While we were lying there quietly, sl**p sneaked up and took me away again.

When I awoke, Mom and I were lying in the same positions we’d been in when I fell asl**p, except that we weren’t holding hands. The room was quite light. Apparently, we’d slept considerably later than we had the previous morning. I turned my head and looked at Mom. She was staring at the ceiling, her eyes wide open. Of course, I had a morning hard-on that was tenting the blanket. Before this trip, I would immediately have raised my knees to keep my “secret” from my mother. Now, there didn’t seem to be much point in it. I lay there quietly, waiting for Mom to say that it was time for us to get up and take our showers. Long minutes passed, and Mom remained silent, unmoving. I wondered what was going through her mind.

Then Mom slid her hand over and took hold of my hard-on, squeezing and stroking it gently. After she’d done that for a few minutes, I slid my hand over, and placed it atop her pubic mound. That was the first time I’d actually felt her pubic hair, and just touching it sent a tingle to my cock. Mom’s legs were slightly spread, so I dropped my middle finger into her slit, pressing lightly and stroking softly. Not sure quite what to do, I just kept up that movement. Mom reached her other hand down and placed it over mine. Using her hand as a guide, she showed mine what to do, where to touch, how hard to press. My finger dipped lower, into the opening of her vagina, which was very wet and slippery. I picked up some of the moisture on my fingertip, then moved it back up until I hit the bump of her clitoris. Mom’s grip on my cock tightened. I ran my fingertip around and around Mom’s clitoris, dipped it back between her legs for more lubrication, running it around the edges of her pussy and pressing into it, then returned the slippery finger to her clitoris. Mom started making throaty sounds of pleasure and moving her hips in slow circles.

In one motion, Mom let go of my cock, sat up and threw the covers off of us, rolled and swung her leg over me so that she was straddling my hips. She reached down and took hold of my cock again, and then she guided it to her mouth and started sucking it gently and lovingly…I then knew that there was something much more pleasurable than just sex..After sometime she stopped giving me blowjob but I wanted more,Then I spoke “mom, will u suck for sometime?” she looked into my eye smiled and continued…. As I watched, she came down slowly, and I saw my cock enter her pussy and disappear. With my hard-on fully inside of her, Mom sat up straight, and smiled at me. I smiled back, a mixture of delight and astonishment. Then she leaned forward, and began moving her hips up and down. Her breasts were right in front of my face, swinging back and forth as she moved her hips. I kissed first one, then the other. Mom helped by swinging her torso from side to side to bring one breast and then the other in direct line with my mouth. I took one nipple into my mouth, ran my tongue around it, and sucked gently. When Mom was ready, she drew back and fed me her other breast. While I was kissing and sucking her breasts, I ran my hands lightly up and her sides and around her back.

Mom sat up again, wiping her hair from her forehead with her hand. I reached up and took both her breasts in my hands, kneading them gently and rubbing my thumbs across her nipples. Mom’s eyes were closed, and a slight smile played at the edges of her lips. After she’d been sitting up for a while, she leaned forward again, and rubbed her breasts in my face. I reached around and took hold of her buttocks, following their motion, helping her lift. I started to feel my orgasm building. I wanted to come, but I didn’t want to come. I wanted this to last as long as possible. But Mom was in control. There was nothing I could do. The feeling of coming built until I was almost over the edge, then Mom sat up suddenly and remained motionless. The urge to come passed, and I relaxed slightly. When I did, Mom started moving her hips again.

We repeated that cycle three times, and then Mom’s motions began to get urgent, too. She rose up higher, and slammed down harder, and her chest began to heave with each breath. I grasped her buttocks firmly, and my fingertips reached down into the crevice. As I gripped her ass and helped her move, my fingers got slick with her moisture, and began to slip upward, running across her asshole. As Mom’s motions got more and more frantic, I felt my come building again, and I began to try to pump my hips upward to match her movement and to drive myself into her as far as I could. We got into sync and we got out of sync. I grabbed her ass tighter to try to keep us together. Then Mom rose up one more time and slammed down hard. The slick tip of my middle finger popped into her asshole up to the first knuckle. I started coming-and came, and came, and came. Her entire body went rigid, and her eyes flew open wide.

OoooooooooOOOOH!” she said. And then she quivered all over, inside as well as outside. When she stopped quivering, her abdominal muscles and her pussy began the clenching. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. After several minutes, the clenching and squeezing slowed to a halt. She gave a squeeze with her asshole, and expelled my finger. Mom remained upright, with my cock still in her pussy. I began to soften. Finally, as I was about to shrivel out of her entirely, Mom bent forward, and placed both hands flat on my chest. She dipped down and kissed me on the forehead.

“We’d better take our showers and get going,” she said. With that, she swung her self off of me and off the bed, and went into the bathroom. My crotch was completely gooey with all her fluid and my semen that had run out of her as she sat up, and the air was heavy with the scent of sex. I just lay there, lost in my own thoughts, until it was my turn for the shower. After breakfast, we came back to the motel room to pick up our bags, use the bathroom one more time, and take one last check for anything left behind. Then we put our bags in the trunk and got into the car. Mom turned and looked at me. She ran her fingers own my cheek, around my jaw, and back up under my chin. “Mike,” she said. “Oh, Mikey. It’s time to go home now.” Her chin quivered slightly, and she pressed her lips together firmly.. She turned her gaze forward and started the car….
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Posted by marioxtz 2 years ago  |  Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Taboo  |  Views: 6352  |  
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Me and My Highly Disfigured Masochist Husband-2



ME AND MY HIGHLY DISFIGURED MASOCHIST HUSBAND PART TWO

© 2011 By meatbone12



...EYE YIE YIE YIE YIE YIE YIIIIIIIE!!!

ANYWAY while _____ er,ummm..."BONE-man" was on the bed that Tuesday morning, back in August of 2001,I slipped his pajama pants off and his penis was twitching mightily. He was almost involuntarily moving his arm stumps towards it as if he were trying to help me put the condom on!There is an amazing phenomenon that some of you (most definitely amputees and health care workers) are aware of called "THE PHANTOM EFFECT".When someone has lost a part of their body,there is a ghost-like effect that can't be seen but is psychically experienced.I'm not going into the details of this particular phenomenon here but you may look it up yourselves if any of you are interested in anything besides your own pathetic little chicken boners.
My now latex gloved hands were liberally covered in baby oil.Bone-man
croaked,"Nurse _______,PLEASE.....just give it some long,gentle twisting strokes with BOTH your hands for just a minute or so first...(I'd already started at this point)...an,and then just bend it!Bend it down,DOWN,D O W N..." I whispered to him that if we were going to make this all work out right that he would have to lower his voice a bit or simply try to be as silent as possible.
I also reassured him that I understood his frustration of not having being able to really ejaculate for over five months,and how his poor yet HUGE penis was only able to "WEEP" his man-juice.While still stroking it,I told him that
I could not IMAGINE the hell and frustration he was going through but not to worry,because besides the fact that we were going to introduce him to an up-scale line of prosthetic limbs but that most of all,for RIGHT NOW,and SOON,he was about to experience the most overwhelming orgasm which he would ever,(then out of a strange sense of wanting to give him some compassionate encouragement,I hesitated a couple seconds and added "SO FAR")in his life.
Bone-man's B O N E was (and IS) truly the most wonderful work of manhood I've ever experienced despite the fact that no one would ever even recognize him again.As a result of all of his pent up sexual frustration and agony he suffered,his cock and balls were especially a sight to behold.I mean the colors ALONE!It was an abstract array of reds,purples and blues.Speaking of blues...as in BLUE BALLS,his pair are larger than two Jumbo Eggs!From his balls going up his thickly veined shaft,his cock-head is as huge as a miniature apple(and the most purplish part as well).As I started bending his boner down towards the direction of his knee stumps,I asked,"I'm not hurting you am I?" He replied groaning hoarsely,"No,NO...I LOVE IT!Do it harder.It won't break!PLEEEEEASE!"
His whole world reeked of irony:He had the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen in my life.He was now reduced to looking like a monster in a horror movie. This was going to be a "One Shot Deal" for him because although I was being a "Mother Theresa" sexually out of mercy (for that day),I otherwise would feel sorry for but would never CONSIDER being in any type of romance with a now pathetically horrible creature as this poor man.In fact I put on a huge pair of Italian sunglasses I'd brought with me that day.As I placed them on I whispered seductively to him that I wanted to wear them for him because I thought it would make everything even more special and sexy for him.
The REAL REASON for the shades was so that at times my eye level contact would be directed to his eyes.I couldn't bear looking at his face,only catching glimpses of this surreal monstrosity.I'd either glance down at his raging hard-on or close my eyes when pretending to look at his face.Bone-man started to say,"Oh Nurse _______,you don't have to..."I simply cooed to him,"Shush shush now,_____,It'll be so good this way.Today,with these fashion shades I'm Movie Star Nurse for Mister _____!" He just started groaning from the knowledge that in about 15 minutes (I knew he was holding back trying to let it last in his memory of what he had thought then would be his last (but mightiest) SPUNK of his wretched life and was determined to really make this one count.
I've jerked a number of guys off from high school on, but my God....... BONE-MAN'S dick was as stiff as a young sapling!There would be no problem putting this Extra Large condom over his "third leg". An interesting note here is that despite all the charring,scarring,disfigurement and subsequent amputations of a once very handsome man,(who was about to marry a very beautiful woman,his entire genital area was one of the few areas of his body that remained unharmed.I kept thinking about that as my hands were gently stroking and bending down his big dick.The fact is I couldn't reach fully around it like I could around most of YOUR little bones because the circumference around it was later tape measured to be about NINE INCHES.A nine inch circumference on practically a ONE FOOT PIECE OF GENUINE MAN MEAT!
So while Bone-man continued to hold back on cumming,there was a knock at the door.I quickly said that I was giving _____ a sponge bath and no one else could enter,stating the wishes of the patient's privacy.I quickly turned to Bone-man while still seated on his bed whispering,"Remember our secret, _____,not a WORD,DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Meanwhile,I hurriedly peeled back my gloves,tossing them in a plastic shopping bag I brought for the occasion as well as the half used condom.I wiped all the pre-cum from his now bloated blimp-like erection, took off the shades and put them all quickly in an official hospital pouch.I continued,"Don't worry,_____,I'll take care of your manly needs as soon as I'm able to." I also had to throw out his untouched breakfast telling him that
I "FED" him.He got my drift.An armless man couldn't have fed himself so the evidence of untouched food had to go.He'd have to starve until lunch time.He was now weeping from being hyper horny and depressed at the same time.He was insanely thrusting up at the blank space above him.I said he must stop it immediately or he'd wind up crashing on the floor.I then gave him an injection of a muscle relaxant/tranquilizer to calm him to sl**p.
Poor _____,I thought.If I had only known this once former hunk of man 6 months ago,I would have let him fuck me like a rag-doll,letting him impale me with his Magnificent Rod Of BONE. A bone I would have lovingly slobbered,sucked and sat on.I would have done it in the middle of the main entrance of the hospital knowing I'd be fired in a a HEARTBEAT,he was so gorgeous...I know...I had at the time a "Dear John" letter with the returned engagement ring and several photographs of _____ with his former fiance and even some others of her in the company of good looking men seeming to show an interest in this same smiling lame ass bitch pictured at some beach party. What is it with some people? She seemed so obviously STUPID that she actually thought that her farewell letter to _____ was supposed to "cheer" HIM up because SHE IS SMILING! I didn't know if he should be given the material or not. Time would tell.

Alas,still even with the d**gs I administered to him,Bone-man's sl**p would be of fevered dreams.....

TO BE CONTINUED...
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Posted by meatbone12 3 years ago  |  Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Taboo  |  Views: 881  |  
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Me and my bestfriend Jake part 2

Sorry for the part 1 guys I accidentally press post and I din know how to edit but anyways here's the part two hope you like it.


Jake said he was really sorry for what happen. I was a bit mad because of he said that. I thought he liked me so I ask him "Jake, do you really like me or you just made me feel better about what happened with nick? Jake drove and no words came out of his mouth not even a nodd. I was dissappointed I thought to myself I will never ever do this stupid things I did to Jake I won't be close to him like I was before. Although I was still thinking about what we did in the car near the woods. So after about 10 minutes were almost near my house he dropped me off dint say any word it was really awkward if I say "Bye Jake I love you" or stuff like that. When I'm about to enter the house Jake texted me and said "I regret all the things I just said, I was not that brave to tell you how I really felt what happen to us..." I didn't pay attention I just went straight to the bathroom and cleaned up still thinking about Jake. I can't help it he's so hot! (why did I not see it before?!?) another day came, it was a Saturday, I called my girlfriends if they're available for shopping but before I called nick (my ex bf) missed call me for like 7 times and texted me " Babe, I still love you" I didn't reply nor emote. When I texted my friends they said they're busy.. So I tried to call Jake. A girl answered his phone " Hey jakes in the bathroom taking a bath who's this?" I didn't talk for a second then told her " uhmm.... It's Jakes bestfriend" and she said "Ohh I never knew Jake has a bestfriend.. I got to meet u next time and go shopping" an I wA like "sure no problem" so after about an hour I was about to text Jake but some car horn blew in the front of our door I peeped out the window curtain and checked it. It was Jake he has flowers and chocolates, He wet to ring the doorbell and as he did I opened it and let him in but I told Jake if we could just go out cuz my b*****r is sl**ping.. And he's with his gf.. So Jake said "yeah anywhere you want" I smiled and said "your the best jakeyyy" and he opened the car for me the usual thing. So he asked me " where do you want to go b-b-ba nevermind where you want to go Maddy? So I coughed and said " why didnt you continue it? " he laughed and asked me again "where do u want to go?" I said " bring me to the nearest hotel." he said "why? Are u meeting someone?" I laughed once again and said "the both of us ?" so he brought me there we went to the lobby the girl asked us." Sir and Ms. Are u both together? Are you couples? Are u gonna get the same room?" so Jake laughed and said two rooms" the girl said "sure Sir." I asked him why? Jake said " I don't want to pressure you cuz I love you" so we went there on the 14th floor two rooms beside each other. We both went to the first room and he said "I'll be on the other room, if you're ready" I ran to him before he wA about to go out I hugged him tightly and said "I'm ready. Will you please not leave me?" so I closed the door shut. And I grabbed his jacket and pulled him near the corner of the bed and took of his jacket and his shirt. I kissed him and he kisses back our tongues were dancing and he lifts me takes of my top and kisses my chest as he took of my bras he was sucking them and he was looking at me while I was moaning. Then we kissed passionately again and while I was taking of my pants he was moving down on me helped me take of my pants and touches my pussy.he slowly takes of my undies and says " are you ready?" I said "yes" he licks my pussy as fuck I keep on moaning and I start to scream and I keep on saying "don't stop Jake fuck me Ahhh! Jake uhh!!" he knows I'm enjoying so as soon as he's done with me I start to unbutton his pants and I felt his hard shaft underneath his boxers so I took it of quickly cuz I was so eager to taste it again ( I got to admit jakes cock taste way better than nicks) so I suck on it and watch Jake enjoy. I took it of my mouth and jumped unto him and he grabs me on my weist and kisses me again he put his hard 9 inch cock inside my tight pussy that felt like forever and I felt like Jake was tearing me apart but Jake was a bit gentle with me. Before we go way far I checked my hone as silent it but instead of getting my phone I saw a condoms and Jake asked me "you wanna use those?" I told Jake "I want you to cum on me Jake" so Jake went faster and harder this was the best feeling ever. About 10 minutes Jake said " Ohh fuck baby! I'm Cumming so hard inside you" I said "yeah Jake cum inside me I want your cum " after jake cummed in me I licked of his cock and cleaned it off. Jake saiid " baby you're the best I ever had fucked" I said "baby, it was a pleasure for me to suck it" then me and Jake went to the bathroom the same time we cleaned of ourselves. Me and Jake rested in the bed for an hour and he drove me home. Jake asked me "so are you mine now?" I said "all yours Jake" I went to Facebook and changed my status

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Posted by dianneforbes16 2 years ago  |  Categories: Shemales  |  Views: 604  |  
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Me and my bestfriend Jake part 2

Sorry for the part 1 guys I accidentally press post and I din know how to edit but anyways here's the part two hope you like it.


Jake said he was really sorry for what happen. I was a bit mad because of he said that. I thought he liked me so I ask him "Jake, do you really like me or you just made me feel better about what happened with nick? Jake drove and no words came out of his mouth not even a nodd. I was dissappointed I thought to myself I will never ever do this stupid things I did to Jake I won't be close to him like I was before. Although I was still thinking about what we did in the car near the woods. So after about 10 minutes were almost near my house he dropped me off dint say any word it was really awkward if I say "Bye Jake I love you" or stuff like that. When I'm about to enter the house Jake texted me and said "I regret all the things I just said, I was not that brave to tell you how I really felt what happen to us..." I didn't pay attention I just went straight to the bathroom and cleaned up still thinking about Jake. I can't help it he's so hot! (why did I not see it before?!?) another day came, it was a Saturday, I called my girlfriends if they're available for shopping but before I called nick (my ex bf) missed call me for like 7 times and texted me " Babe, I still love you" I didn't reply nor emote. When I texted my friends they said they're busy.. So I tried to call Jake. A girl answered his phone " Hey jakes in the bathroom taking a bath who's this?" I didn't talk for a second then told her " uhmm.... It's Jakes bestfriend" and she said "Ohh I never knew Jake has a bestfriend.. I got to meet u next time and go shopping" an I wA like "sure no problem" so after about an hour I was about to text Jake but some car horn blew in the front of our door I peeped out the window curtain and checked it. It was Jake he has flowers and chocolates, He wet to ring the doorbell and as he did I opened it and let him in but I told Jake if we could just go out cuz my b*****r is sl**ping.. And he's with his gf.. So Jake said "yeah anywhere you want" I smiled and said "your the best jakeyyy" and he opened the car for me the usual thing. So he asked me " where do you want to go b-b-ba nevermind where you want to go Maddy? So I coughed and said " why didnt you continue it? " he laughed and asked me again "where do u want to go?" I said " bring me to the nearest hotel." he said "why? Are u meeting someone?" I laughed once again and said "the both of us ?" so he brought me there we went to the lobby the girl asked us." Sir and Ms. Are u both together? Are you couples? Are u gonna get the same room?" so Jake laughed and said two rooms" the girl said "sure Sir." I asked him why? Jake said " I don't want to pressure you cuz I love you" so we went there on the 14th floor two rooms beside each other. We both went to the first room and he said "I'll be on the other room, if you're ready" I ran to him before he wA about to go out I hugged him tightly and said "I'm ready. Will you please not leave me?" so I closed the door shut. And I grabbed his jacket and pulled him near the corner of the bed and took of his jacket and his shirt. I kissed him and he kisses back our tongues were dancing and he lifts me takes of my top and kisses my chest as he took of my bras he was sucking them and he was looking at me while I was moaning. Then we kissed passionately again and while I was taking of my pants he was moving down on me helped me take of my pants and touches my pussy.he slowly takes of my undies and says " are you ready?" I said "yes" he licks my pussy as fuck I keep on moaning and I start to scream and I keep on saying "don't stop Jake fuck me Ahhh! Jake uhh!!" he knows I'm enjoying so as soon as he's done with me I start to unbutton his pants and I felt his hard shaft underneath his boxers so I took it of quickly cuz I was so eager to taste it again ( I got to admit jakes cock taste way better than nicks) so I suck on it and watch Jake enjoy. I took it of my mouth and jumped unto him and he grabs me on my weist and kisses me again he put his hard 9 inch cock inside my tight pussy that felt like forever and I felt like Jake was tearing me apart but Jake was a bit gentle with me. Before we go way far I checked my hone as silent it but instead of getting my phone I saw a condoms and Jake asked me "you wanna use those?" I told Jake "I want you to cum on me Jake" so Jake went faster and harder this was the best feeling ever. About 10 minutes Jake said " Ohh fuck baby! I'm Cumming so hard inside you" I said "yeah Jake cum inside me I want your cum " after jake cummed in me I licked of his cock and cleaned it off. Jake saiid " baby you're the best I ever had fucked" I said "baby, it was a pleasure for me to suck it" then me and Jake went to the bathroom the same time we cleaned of ourselves. Me and Jake rested in the bed for an hour and he drove me home. Jake asked me "so are you mine now?" I said "all yours Jake" I went to Facebook and changed my status

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Posted by dianneforbes16 2 years ago  |  Categories: Shemales  |  Views: 249  |  
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Me and my s****r (Part 2)

-Thanks to all those who commented on my last story. As promised, here is part 2. and sorry for the long wait-

As I entered my s****r's pussy, I couldn't believe how amazing it felt. It wasn't better or worse than the blowjob. It just felt..different. My s****r's vagina was so warm, wet, and tight, and because of that I almost cummed right away. But I managed to hold it in and slowly started to fuck my s****r, pushing my cock into her deeper and deeper every time until it was buried to the hilt. Her juice was all over my dick her amazing smell reached my nose, making me fuck her faster. My s****r was moaning with pleasure, and I reached up and grabbed her tits, and played with her nipple, which caused my s****r to moan even louder.
"Damn s*s, you feel amazing."
My s****r smiled and said, "Fuck me faster little b*o."
And with that i granted her request. I started to fuck her faster and faster that my s****r's moans turned into screams. She would've woken up my b*****r so she muffled her screams with her pillow. Her tits were bouncing and the whole bed was shaking. Then my s****r screamed/moaned louder, and i felt her cumming. As she was cumming, I felt a familiar sensation, and before i realized it, i was cumming along with her. There was so much cum in my s****r's pussy that it overflowed onto the bed and the ground.
I took my dick out, and layed down on the bed next to her. Then I realized that i just released my sperm into my s****r.
As if to read my mind, my s****r said "Don't worry, I'm on a pill"
I sighed in relief that i didnt get my s****r pregnant. If she did get pregnant, that wouldnt be good.
My s****r put her arms around me, and closed her eyes. I don't remember closing my eyes, but I fell asl**p.

When I woke up, my s****r was still sl**ping next to me, and only an hour had passed. Slowly, I got up, put my clothes on, and left her room. I passed by my b*****rs room, and my b*****r was still sl**ping with some drool coming out of his mouth. I walked to the kitchen and went to the refrigerator to get some water. I found a bottle of cold water, took it, and started to drink some. Then the house phone started to ring, and so i answered it. Turns out it was my b*****r's friend, and wanted to know if my b*****r was going to sl**pover at his house today.
I told him that I would ask, and hung up. I drank the rest of my water and went to wake up my b*****r (who's name is Brian)
"Brian wake up."
He just snored and turned.
I tried to wake him up a few more times, but they all failed. Annoyed, I just walked over to his bed, and held his nose so he couldnt breathe. In about 2 seconds, my b*****r sprang awake.
"Your friend wants to know if you're going to sl**pover at his house."
Brian said that he would, and went to take a shower.
The phone rang again, and I went to answer it. This time it was my mom, teling me that she and my dad were gonna be out of town for the weekend.
After my mom hung up, I went to out sofa and took a nap.
When i woke up again, Brian was gone and my s****r (now in clothes) was cooking this soup looking thing.
"Hey little b*o." My s****r took out two bowls, and looked at me. "Are you hungry?"
I nodded, and my s****r poured some of the soup into the 2 bowls, and handed one to me.
"Thanks." I said.
I got two spoons, and handed one to my s****r. As we ate, I told my s****r where Brian went and that mom and dad weren't going to be home for a few days.
"Well that means that we can have a lot of fun for a few days." my s****r said with a small gleam in her eye.
We finished eating, and after we washed the bowls, took off her clothes, and said, "Let's get started. We only have a few days together until mom and dad come home."
I smiled broadly. This was going to be a really fun weekend.... Continue»
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Me and My Mom ~ Part 1

This story is fictional story based on real events, names have been changed.

My name is Davis, when I was 15 I had an amazing time with my mom. My dad was loaded so we lived in a huge house, he was always on “business trips” and my mom would stay out with her friends for hours most days. That day was one of those days, my Dad was in Germany (I later found out he was there to view the local women), my Mom was out with friends, and my b*****r and s****r where at college. So when I came home from school I was alone in our house. By the time 2:00 PM had hit I was bored and decided to masturbate.
I went and got my laptop that was stocked full of porn and started to wank. I didn’t bother to close the door because I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be home for several hours. Eventually I got hard enough so I pulled my pants and underwear down to start and wank. I usually make a ton of noise while masturbating when I’m home alone so I was making a lot of noise. I was half way ready to cum when I heard something in the hall; I turned around and saw nothing so I assumed I was just imagining it. When I was done masturbating I moaned so loud that you could probably hear it from the outside of our house…
By then it was around 3:20 and I went outside to play some basketball. When I came in 2 hours later I looked outside and my mom’s car wasn’t there so I figured she was still out with friends. I went into my bathroom and started taking my clothes off to shower. I was started getting horny so I ran into my b*****r’s room and grabbed his Fleshlight. I got into the shower (my shower is about the size of a regular bathroom) and went over to the corner, put some of my b*****rs lube on my cock and jerked it off. I was in the shower for about 30 minutes before I started to feel that someone was watching me, I looked around and shrugged off the feeling. I cummed again and got up.
I went into the water and started washing my hair, and then I put on body wash… That’s when my mom came in and from behind me, wrapped her hands around my dick…
“What the fuck?!”
“Watch your mouth, that’s no way to talk to your mother!”
“Mom!?! What the fuck do you think you’re doing??”
“I’ve been watching you since I got home, you’ve been real naughty.”
“Mom let go of my fucking cock!”
“Why? You seem to like it.”
She was right, my cock was starting to get hard again… and my mom began to stroke it.
“Mom stop it! This isn’t right!”
“Oh son, I know that… It’s just that, I haven’t had a dick in my since my last birthday.”
“What about dad??”
“Fuck your father; he’s in Germany right now getting fucked by some Nazi whore. I’m so horny… when I saw you in your room today I knew that I had to have you, and then while you were playing basketball I rubbed my pussy to your abs.”
“Mom stop it!” By now my cock was rock hard and my mom’s tits felt amazing against my back, she took a hand off my cock and took one of my hands and guided it towards her pussy.
“You know you want this son… if you didn’t you could’ve gotten out of my grip…”
She was right, I did want it, I loved the feel of my mom’s pussy, it felt truly amazing, and it was hairless.
“Fuck me… I want your pussy mom! I want it!”
“Of course you do honey…”
She turned me around and we embraced in a French kiss. After what felt like half an hour we stopped and my mom started sucking my cock.
“Mmmmmhhhh….” My mom said as she was sucking me
I took my mom’s head and started thrusting it to take my entire cock in her mouth. “Take this entire cock in your mouth, you bitch!” My mom was fucking amazing at blow jobs and I came in her mouth minutes later, my mom tried to take her head away but I stopped her.
“No bitch! You take all that cum and swallow it!” My mom signaled she was done and I let her up…
“Oh son, your cum tastes amazing! And your cock! You definitely didn’t get that from your father.”
When I heard that I was instantly turned on again and I sat down on my mom and titty fucked her. My cock felt so good in between her tits, almost like they belonged there. After 20 minutes I still hadn’t came and my mom told me she wanted me to fuck her wet pussy.
We got into the doggy style position and I went in slowly, she immediately told me to go faster, her pussy felt so good.
“Oh god mom, your pussy is amazing!”
“Fuck me son, fuck me faster! Faster! Faster! Fuck your whore of a mom! Fuck her good!”
“Fuck mom…oh goddamn… mom I’m cumming!”
“Fuck yeah… cum on my tits son! Fucking cum on my tits!”
I did as my mom said and cummed on her tits, I went back down on her pussy and she came twice, her juice was so amazing that I wanted to lick her all day, even if my tongue felt like it was gonna fall off. All the while my mom was licking the cum off her tits.
“Fuck mom… I could lick you all day!”
“If only you could…” I got up and me and my mom cuddled on the floor of the shower.


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Me And My Highly Disfigured Masochist Husband-4



ME AND MY HIGHLY DISFIGURED MASOCHIST HUSBAND - PART FOUR

© 2011 By meatbone12

Meanwhile,back to late August of 2001,when _____ started in with his humping motions,I just gritted my teeth,glaring at him saying to him that he'd better behave or I wouldn't do it at all.That shut him up for a bit.But eventually he started in with, "I'll see to it that..." (as I interrupted his sentence with),"That you'll see to WHAT...THAT I LOSE MY JOB?!?!" He just glared back,seething at me like some ugly AND mean B-Movie monster.I then (through his PJs) pinched his cock-head between my thumb and index finger, giving his semi-hard penis a quick shake.After 2 or 3 whip shakes his white snake went into "Rigor mortis".My reaction to his now attentive dick of devotion was, "Sooo...ANYway,Mr. _____,that's what I THOUGHT...NOW...you were about ready to so elegantly say you'll see to it that...WHAT?"...Come,COME now Mr. _____,I can't hear you... you'll see to it that JUST EXACTLY WHAT?!?!...I mean look now Mr. _____,you know you have your Patient's Bill Of Rights.If you think you're being abused in any way and feel you should report me,please DO SO.I'll most GLADLY take you down to the Chief Administrator's office right this minute!" He believed my bluff as I knew he would.
_____ then looked down with an extra hideous dejected frown at his now stiffened,strained member for awhile.He then looked up with teared eyes of obedience,mumbling something.I said, "Look _____,I KNOW you're still able to speak with reasonable clarity,now WHAT was it you were..." He then interrupted me,blurting out some garbled nonsense about how I could be made very happy,QUIT my job and live like a queen with my own boyfriend or husband as his private live-in nurse.(Oh yeah,SURE I thought. THAT'S what he was really going to say! Ah ha...) He then went on about how his (or so he thought) future wife would welcome me with open arms.
Poor Mr._____, I thought.As mad as I was with him ready to threaten my livelihood,I didn't have the heart to tell him I had a letter from his future "wife to be".Since _____ had been in treatment and rehabilitation now for 6 months,he and his fiance spoke together using the special speaker phone at _____'s bedside.Her calls seemed few and far between despite her free time between photo shoots whether she was in Miami or Melbourne.His fiance,who went by the professional name of "Barboa" (pronounced Bar-boe-ahh-with no last name like "Prince" or "Madonna" don't use any),reminded me of a gorgeous, young and witty Carol Channing,with her cheeky face,full big mouth, giant dark doe eyes and perky nose.She even sounded like her with that husky,yet very feminine sexy voice of hers.Beautiful,yes.Witty and smart,NO!How I knew this was because this very same cunt had her "Dear John" letter mailed to the rehab center in care of ME,as _____ told her my name.This idiotic,self centered yet extremely attractive bleach blonde's simple instructions (grossly misspelled) were exactly as follows:

Dere Nurse _______.
Can U pleeze make shure that _____ dossint get this leter yet, Its becass i dont want him 2 C it like i diddent make my mind up yet? I'm am arwound the world with MY MODLING!!! JOB 4 a wile so just make shure this letter and the other 1 with the ring thats inside of it is gets put in the box marked NOT 4 NOW. The OTHER BOX THO IS OK 4 him...(the stupid fucking asshole bitch)...that sez OK 4 NOW.Tell _____ that i sed XOXOXOXOXO.
THANK U.
Barboa

(She drew a stupid Smiley Face at the bottom of this sloppily hand written excuse of a letter.)


I know the bitch was most definitely leading poor _____ on.I wouldn't doubt if the stupid,lying whore-bitch was actually going to go through with the wedding then fuck his best man on their "honeymoon". She would then probably take photos of one or more of her special "bridesmaids" in a sexually compromising photo with him.That would be her "excuse" to then later sue him for whatever he was worth if a judge was stupid (or paid off or sucked off) enough to grant a divorce based on "adultery"! This beautiful bird-brained bitch actually wanted ME to tell _____ that she "loved" him.And poor _____.He was so proud of the fact that she was a top model for a very well known suntan lotion company,traveling around the world for special shooting locales.(She was more than likely fucking and sucking every photographer who'd tell her he could get her even more high paying modeling shoots in even more exotic places.) In his "OK 4 NOW" box,he had all the latest photos of her along with a copy of her basic portfolio including many magazine ads and catalogs with her images for lingerie and swimwear for tall,thick athletic women.
My heart started to soften some and I tried reassuring him that I still understood his sexual frustration and that I promised I'd masturbate him by this Friday, since the following Monday I was off to the Mediterranean for a much deserved 3 week vacation and that he'd still be here but I would eventually be back.I added that with his much needed sexual release of man-milk to occur relatively soon before week's end, that he could EASILY take a 3 week break after a long 6 month pent-up super frustrating wait.
For the last couple of weeks we were training another Candy Striper volunteer.She was a very cute Asian girl of about 18 or so.She was the spitting image of adult actress/columnist Mimi Miyagi.The main difference being that she was a lot less naughty and a little taller,(about 5'9" or so would be my guess).Our new girl's first name was Mo Anna. She was very sweet and still had her Asian accent interspersed with broken English which she was still learning (along with Dutch which is one of the official languages spoken here).She was on a "Mission To Save The World".That being a very noble idea,she nevertheless was still a very eager but very naive young girl.
One day Mo Anna was holding up photos of Barboa for _____ to see as I was entering _____'s room.Mo Anna was such a very dear girl who went into her volunteer work with gusto.Quite a busy,ambitious young thing too I might add as she was to start Nursing School in about a week or so and STILL be a Candy Striper!In her broken English,she exclaimed to _____, "Oh yes Mr. _____,you be so proud of your fiance.She REEree ruv you 'cause she send aww nice pictures o' huh fa you ta be make much very HAPPY man!Babboa,she rook jus rike movie ackress!Ummm...dat make Mr. _____ VERY proud to be get marry ta huh when she get come back to for you see!"Before Mo Anna was to go on with more of her disjointed but sincere praises,I had to interrupt her with, "Mo Anna,I can take it from here.You've been a real darling but the patient in Room 32 would like it if you could sing Happy Birthday for him after you read his cards and letters for him.You know,he's 91 today and can't see well.You'll also have to sing louder than usual because he's also half deaf too."
Mo Anna replied,"OK Nurse _______,me take care Mr. Jackson now.Me see you bote rater on in the tomorrow!" She then turned to _____,giving the most pretty,cheerful and genuine smile anyone could give.As she walked out of the room,I noticed that _____'s eyes were practically glued to Mo Anna's beautiful soft feet following them out the door and down the hallway.As she walked out, each of her steps made a whooshing (almost farting) sound as the air was squashed out of her 2" thick,pretty bright white foam/rubber flip-flops. Flip-flops were actually against the Center's official employees' dress code.All personnel were told by the Head Nurse during each one's individual orientation day (among other rules and policies) that flip-flops,sandals and the like were a no-no because many of the male patients in particular often became sexually frustrated at the sight of virtually naked nurse's feet in the past.She also mentioned to each new nurse that one of our duties was to see to it that our patients were as calm and un-distracted as humanly possible,thus the sandal ban.Most of the time this regulation wasn't enf***ed with the Candy Stripers because after all,they weren't being paid for their kindness so it was mostly overlooked.As a side note however,there was no doubt in my mind that the Center's top male director didn't care if rules such as this were broken.He also had a penchant obviously for hiring the most pretty,buxom,and tallest female nurses he could get away with.
It was now 3 PM and I had another 2 hours to go before clocking out.I asked _____ what he thought of Mo Anna and wasn't she a very sweet girl. _____ didn't answer.His eyes were still unblinkingly glued to the floor as though she were still forever walking out with her soft golden feet squashing the "life" out of her contrasting snow white flip-flops.I then decided right then and there that I'd find out if my new suspicions that _____was a foot fetishist were true or not. (I later discovered that _____in fact WAS fantasizing about actually BEING her flip-flops and how it would be so much better to be lovingly squashed repeatedly beneath this happy girl's beautiful feet than to be an extreme amputee.) That one dick-head of a boyfriend I dated for 8 months after my divorce confessed to me that one of the reasons he was attracted to me was because of my (as he put it),"heartbreakingly beautiful feet." The main reason I broke up with the jerk was because as time went on,he was making love to my pussy less and less and humping my feet more and more.So I told him to get the fucking hell out of my house and find himself a job in a shoe store!Whether or not he'd ever find a life long career goal as a shoe clerk for a women's shoe store or not isn't known to me.He just sheepishly packed his things after an almost endless barrage of pleading for mercy and went off to sl**p in his jalopy somewhere far away from me.
So anyway,_____ was still in his hypnotic hallucinatory feet trance. Again,(I almost shouted this time), "_____!" Still no reply.I then decided to make a bolder move.All the while making a steady observation of his crotch area beneath the sheet I said,"You know _____, maybe it's a blessing in disguise you're better off without your real legs because as we all know,at the ends of our legs are.....the FEET!" Now a delirious small moan emitted from the mouth which no woman would ever want to kiss.I continued,"Oh yeah,here it is 3:15 and less than 2 hours for me to go,and boy let me tell you my FEET are really starting to kill me." _____ was now coming back gradually to reality,grumbling, "HER pretty FEET kill ME",(as his now stiffening member started it's now familiar "Twitchy Dick Dance" performance for me while still groaning.I went on still, "You know _____, my FEET itch." His cock was involuntarily doing "chin-ups" so to speak now.I mean it was if an electric current was making it pulsate up and down by the flick of a switch.I added, "_____,would you mind if I just prop my poor tired FEET on your lap so I can relax my FEET? You know at the same time I could also massage your bone-like penis with my FEET as well."
At this,_____ started humping wildly at the air as before while telling him again to stop lest he crash down to the cold hard tiles.He stopped, breathing and wheezing deeper and faster than a New York City Marathon runner who just finished at First Place.He then looked back at me,drooling while repeating his mantra of "feet...FEET...FEEEET!" I then grabbed another fresh condom.(I had a whole pack of them in my pockets at the ready for when the situation would "arise" and the opportunity would present itself to him.Though his room was private,I drew the curtain around his bed and slipped the rubber on with little difficulty. "OK",I said,"we've got 15 or 20 minutes to do this." He kept on and on with his insane croaking chants of "FEET,FEET,FEEEET!" I told him to shut up or else.He did.I took my shoes off and climbed onto the bed with him.Placing my white stockinged feet in his face,he inhaled deeply the scent of sweet woman foot aroma.I was now jerking his huge dick with both my oiled latex gloved hands.Ahhh...THERE,he finally had an ejaculation after only about 3 minutes.A half a shot glass measure I guessed.Not too bad.About an average load of semen.With that,I carefully yet quickly grabbed the condom off,tied it in a knot and threw it in the plastic grocery bag with the oily gloves and threw it all in my satchel.Slipping back into my conservative white nurse shoes and wiping all the residue from his still hard erection (that I thought at the time would soon subside),it was finally over.I fulfilled my promise to _____.I patted him on his head and exclaimed, "See,_____,MISSION ACCOMPLISHED,I'll see you tomorrow!" Instead poor _____ just whimpered, "Nurse _______,that was only my PRE-cum!" I then rolled my eyes back while leaving his room angrily replying, "See you TOMORROW!"

TO BE CONTINUED.....
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Posted by meatbone12 3 years ago  |  Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Taboo  |  Views: 1020  |  
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Me And My Aunt Part 2

True i****t Story


i was sitting at home relaxing doing nothing this past sat night, which is a first for me. now i had sex with my aunt a few weeks ago but have not really heard from her since. i get a shower when i go back to my room i have a message on my phone from her. she said she needed to talk to me come over as soon as i can. now im like oh shit did my uncle find out? or my mother?
my stomach was turning.


i get into my car and ride over as fast as i can. heart beating fast scared as shit as what i could walk into. i get there and go in my aunts house, its quiet nobody down stairs, i yell out hello aunt karen you here? i hear her say up here honey i need to talk to you. i go up and my aunt is in her room she does have a robe on, she says sit down we have to talk.
she told me that her and my uncle are getting divorced, im like does he know?!
nope she says its just they have drifted apart and have not had sex in 4 years
and were always fighting. so she had enough she showed he moved out and everything. i was like ok, then my aunt says babe me and you can have all the sex we want now and with that my aunt took off her robe and there stood her beautiful naked body.


i got up and we kissed nice and long my cock was already jumping to get out of my shorts, she took off my shirt i kicked my sneaks off and my aunt pulled down my shorts and dick was standing for her she got down on her knees and took my cock into her warm mouth, it felt so fucking good watching her suck and lick my cock and balls. she got up got on the bed on all fours and told me to fuck her doggie right now, i got behind her put my head into her and with one thrust the rest of my throbbing cock was in. i was pumping her hard and fast it felt so damn good. she kept backing up as i pushed forward i was in heaven, then out of no where i hear karen! tommy! what the hell are you two doing!!, i look over and there is my mother standing in the doorway, i almost shit myself. i pulled out sat in the big chair in my aunts room in the corner crossing my legs and hiding my cock from my mom seeing it.


my aunt got up, put her robe on and said to her s****r linda lets talk in the hallway, my mom was like i cant believe what i just saw tommy your fucking your aunt! my s****r! im like im dead thats it everybody is going to know now. my aunt and mother were talking in the hallway, i could hear them but not make it out. they came back in the room after 5 maybe 10 mins but it seemed forever. my mother sat on the bed across from me and ok tommy look i see whats going on here your aunt karen told me everything, and how you were there when your peice of shit uncle was not, and when people love each other i dont see anything wrong with them making love ,sex or whatever you want to say.
even with you two being related. my mom said she will not say anything to anybody and what happens here stays here, im like ok cool a big sigh came out of me. just then my mom says i will not say anything but im joing you two i already talked with karen and she said fine, so tonight tommy your also fucking me.


my jaw dropped just then my mother stood up kicked off her sandels took off her shirt and bra, this is the first time i saw my moms tits they were bigger than my aunts nice full and round, now my mother and aunt kinda look like each other but not twins, my mother has long brown hair, huge tits, nice body and then i see her shaved pussy, im like mom are you sure? she said tommy i have been single too long and dates are pointless, no sex i need something tommy and your it son. my aunt is layin on the bed fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit, my mother lays down and begins to eat her pussy! she is eating her s****r!!! im like holy shit! this is hot, i started to jerk off, when my mother said dont do that put your hard cock in your mother tight wet pussy baby now! i got up walked over there go behind my mom i rubbed the head of my cock all around her lips she moaned alittle i slide my cock into her pussy, man it was all wet and tight, i was all up in her now. she moaned out fuck me tommy please fuck me i started to pump my moms cunt hard and fast. i still could not believe i was fucking the very same pussy i came out of. it felt so godamn good.

my mom then said lay down tommy im on top now. my mom got ontop grabbed my cock and put in her tight pussy and slide down on me, she started to ride me slow and then picked it up a bit. she looked at me and said its all fine tommy it feels good dont it baby, im like oh yes it does it feel so fucking good. my aunt karen came over and kissed us both. this was great my aunt was telling her to fuck me harded fuck your sons cock linda fuck it good, my mom was moaning and grinding on my dick, i was like jesus mom this feels so fucking good, i love your wet pussy i love you. i told her oh shit mom im going to cum,im going to fucking cum, just then my mother got off my dick and put it in her mouth. her mouth was so hot and wet i could'nt stand it, i yelled out im fucking cumming!!! and with that i came right into my mom's mouth, she sucked down all of my cum. she laid down next to me rubbing my chest my aunt karen on the other side. we all argee no one will ever know and that us 3 will always have sex, me and my mom, me and my aunt or all 3. now whatever anyone make think of this being wrong, you can think that, but these two women in my life made it feel so right, hey you only live life once, enjoy it, and damnit i am, more stories to come, im out
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Me and my s****r

This is a true story of me and my s****r. My s****r is two years younger than me, growing up was really fun. I dont want to share our ages at the time but we were really young.

We shared a room when were much younger and i would remember fondeling her when she was asl**p. I would sneak my hand under panties and play with her pussy untill she showed signs of waking up. I remember waking up a time or two with her doing the same.

Our parents would leave us alone during the summers when they where at work so I have plenty of stories about me and my younger s*s, but I wanted to share our story of our first time.

After much time of play wrestleing I took my s****r in our bathroom and told her that we were going to do something fun. I got down on my knees and pulled her pants to the ground. She said that she was scared and said that mom and dad would get mad if they found out. I told her that i wont tell so she shouldn't.

I remember sitting there on my knees looking up at my s****r and seeing her in her white cotton panties. This image is clearly where I have developed my fetish for panties. I remember how they looked on her body, how they fit perfectly on her.

I placed my hands on the top of her panties and started to tug them down. she said that she was nervous and I told her that I just wanted to peek. I slowly peeled them off her cold shivering body untill they were around her ankels and had her step out of them. I picked up my head and admired her nice slit that she had.

I have had sex with numerouswomen in my life but to this day i have come across a pussy that was so perfect. it was just a slit from front to back. Damm it was perfect.

I leaned in and told her I was going to kiss it. I placed my lips on the top part and just kissed. She laughed a bit ans said it tickled. It stopped tickeling though as soon as I put my toung inside of her slit. I remember licking her for about ten minutes. at times i would look up and see her with her eyes closed with her head tilted back. I asked if she liked it and she said that she did.

I then told her to lay down on the floor because it would be easier. she then quickly laid on the floor and I went back to work on her bald pussy. At this point I had my fingers inside of her while i was sucking on her pussy, licking everywhere that I could not having a clue what I was doing.

I felt my pulse beating in my throbbing cock and stood up and pulled my shorts off exposing my cock to my s****r for the first time. She said, wow thats big. It really wasnt but it was the first one she ever saw.

I laid on top of her between her legs and told her we were going to try something. I placed my cock in her pussy ans tried to get it in. She said that it hurt and grabed my dick and guided it in her. Luckely, because of how much I ate her pussy my cock started in very easily. I started to push harder and she squeezed her eyes and said that it hurt and I told her I should feel good.

After several pushes I was deep inside of my s****r. Her warm tight pussy was hugging on to my cock really good. I may not have known what I was doing, but I remember taking it slow. I remember her breathing getting heavier and heavier as I slowly pumped my cock in and out of my s****r. It was a nice surprise when I felt her legs wrap around me and pushed me harder into her. Suddenly it started to feel really good and I looked into her eyes and suddenly felt more connected with my s****r more than ever.

At this point I lost it and leaned down and kissed my s****r. She must have liked it because we started making out. I loved having my tounge and my cock in my s****r at the same time. She started thrusting her hips into me, copying my thrusts.

It didnt take long untill I felt it. Suddenly, my cum shot into my s****r underneath me and I started to thrust harder. As i pulled my dick out of her my cum leaked from her tight little slit and she said "gross, you peed in me". I told her that it wasnt pee it was somthing else.

Looking back, I loved looking at my s****r slit with my leaking from it. It was so sexy.

Once we got our cloths on, we hugged. She said that we cant do that no more because we were b*****r and s****r and it wasnt right. We found ourselves making out again and dry humping while we were standing up. we were ready to fuck on the floor again, but my younger s****r knocked on the door.

Even though she said that was going to be the last time, it wasnt. Turns out my s****r was quite the nymph and needed me all the time.

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part 2 Me and my wife are blacked owned and made t


My wife was sitting on the coach when she heard a rattle a truck pull up. 2 doors were opened and closed and a load knock was heard on the door. She went to turn the knob and boom the door flew at her . hey you dumb white cunt are you Leroy whore. Yes sir she said and she was pushed to the floor. Take my cock out and suck it cunt . She reached up and did his zipper and a the smell of sweat and pee hit her nose . She closed her eyes and went to sucking his cock hard mmmm that good cunt you need some more work but good bitch .Rufus bent her over the coach and lifted her dress he saw panties . He yelled what the fuck bitch jerked her over his leg and started beating her white ass hard. After5 minutes of beating that white ass he pulled her by her hair down the hall.

Get all your Panties and bra's bitch . she did he brought her out side. he went to the back of the truck and got a can of gas splashed it on the pile and put it on fire. Tonight whore me and my dad are gone fuck you raw. In the a.m. I will bring you to a clothes shop two b*****rs we now own and were gone have you dress the right way. Go shave your pussy bitch she did. Rufas dad was in the hall when she came out take me to the guest room . She grab has cock and lead him down the hall .
Tyron pushed her on her back . He licked his head pit on her pussy and pushed in. ooo shit its big its big she cryed. Fuck this white pussy ooo fuck me fuck me you have a huge cock sir ooo shit its got my pussy hurting. He was fucking her so hard it was knocking the breath out of her. Boom , boom , boom the head board hit the wall for 40 minutes this went on .


OOOOOO you cunt ooooooo tyron went to bucking and moven side to side ooo shit he emptied his ball sack in her pussy deep. He rolled over clean my cock and balls bitch hurry . she rolled over and suck him clean . She went to get up and bent over doing it ooo stop tyron said back up bend over . Spread your ass cheeks . she did tyron said wow look at that asshole. and licked kissed and loved on it. she made soft moans ooo eat your whores ass sir. He slapped her ass go take care of my son cunt.

She walked down the hall went into the master bedroom and Rufas pushed her on the be mounted her and went to fucking her . He fucked her for a hour 2 times that night and bred his white whores married pussy each time. He rolled over and started fucking her she looked at the clock it was 6 am she heard him grunting oooo , ooo damn ooo aaaa as he bucked. He layed on her for a few minutes until his cock went limp and flopped our of her pussy. He rolled off her go make me some eggs hurry now. After they ate she was made to get prettied up make up hairs in the most short and tight clothes she had. You could see her pussy lips and her nipples good said rufas put on flat Sanddles . they drove for a hour it seemed she was made to sit next to him in the truck rubbing him and calling him daddy with the windows . When they stopped at a red light he made her suck his cock and tell people he fucked my married white pussy good I am his whore. Some people just rolled the window up . Some got there phone number.

They pulled into a parking lot of a stripper store. They walked in the store sit there and pointed to a high heel chair she did. Rufas talked to the two guys behind the counter and then the said okay good deal. One man walked up to her and said come here and she followed him . the got tops, Mini Skrits heels. everthing a good whore would need. He brought het to the fitting room she changed into a tub top and a jean mini skirt . Leave the sanddles on whore I like your toes. With that he pushed her forward bent her over and went to fucking her good. He gave her a quick fuck and let his b*****r fuck her he was also fast. Meet me her tonight night she all yours said rufas . They got there bags walked out the door after putting everthing in the truck rufas drove her to the tattoo place. She had a black ace o spades put on above her right ankle and . Black cock cum dumb whore above her pussy . she got a tramp stamp that said . My pussy is owned by black cock.


They got paid in pussy too . she got her nipple's , nose pierced. Rufas drove her home to get her ready for the breeding gangbang tonight.

I was getting my man pussy fucked again for the 3rd time to day when Leroy lawyer cam in . She was talking to Leroy and he was fucking me hard. Leroy stopped and asked her how long she had her high heels and stockings on. She told him all day since 4am it was 6:30 p.m. He told he put your feet threw the bars she did. He turned me to het heels and said lick her sweat nylons and toes clean them lick the sweaty from in her heels clean. ooo tight white ass pussy clean them feet boy. When you cum from me ass fucking you cum in side her high heels understand. I shoot 5 long hard robes of cum into her right high heel and put her heels back on her now clean feet .

Lerot grabbed my shoulders and pushed hard and deep in my ass and held it there ooo ooo aaaa shit bitch aaaa and shot his cum in my ass again for the 4 time in 1 day. Leroy has fucked me 4-6times a day for the past 4 days.







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My Mom squirts Part 2.

Continued on from part 1.

After cuming all over my moms back and bedsheets, we decided that we should not do this ever again so we continued on forgeting what happend for a week then my dad came home from work one day and said " I've great news I can get a job promotion but I have to represent the company out in a press meeting in America". My mother looked over at me and winked and I soon realised what the wink was for. My dad said he was leaving friday and the day was wedensday. I got so worked up about friday and what would happen when my dad left, I nearly came right on the spot just thinking of it. The day passed quickly and before I knew it, it was friday morning. Me and my mother would e****t my father to the terminal in the airport and then he would be gone to America for a few weeks or days he never told us. We were driveing home from the airport it was an hour or two away and then my mother said we are going to have alot of fun. That line made my dick just pop up and it was so hard it nearly ripped the trousers. My mother could not stop stareing and we got out of the car to go inside the house, and my mother droped the keys on purpose and just bent down to pick them up but the way she did it got me pure excited pre-cum came out and of course I was not wearing underwear so the pre-cum was visible on the trousers. Within seconds of getting into the house my mother ripped of her dress and she was not wearing a bra but just her knickers and fisnet tights and shoes. She then pulled of my trousers in no hurry and just started to kiss my chest and go lower and lower untill BAM she reached my cock and started kissing and smacking it, she did not suck or wank me just kissed and smacked. I said mum let me lick your pussy, of course she said yes of course hunny did deep into my pussy. I could tell she was near her orgasm as her pussy juices dribbled out and she was prepareing for the climax BUT she pulled my head away and started to push me away from her for a few minutes she reluctanly let me go near her untill she cooled down.

We started fucking each other for about an hour I came a few times but she did'nt, I asked her do you want me to give you an orgasm she said " No hunny I dont I'll be fine I'll just consentrate on you for now". I felt if I was'nt good enough to give her an orgasm. but so I said mother please make me cum one more time please, she said yes. So she starter sucking my cock which was 8/9 inches as I was only 17 at the time and she stared rubbing my head of the penis and I tingled with pleasure it felt great she must of had expiereince in that area. I said after 10 minutes mum I'm guna cum, she grabed my cock and aimed it at her pussy and said give me a creampie and I shot about 10 shots of cum on her pussy and she licked it with her fingers.

That night I said I will giver her an orgasm she will never forget......
To Be Continued......

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My Fit Mum (Part 2)



Mum and Son go all the way.
Ok, it has been over a month now since the incident with my mum. Incident! What

the fuck am I talking about, It was the best fucking sexual experience of my life so

far!


Things had returned to pretty much normal at home. The sexual encounter

between me and my mum was never brought up, I assumed that It was a “one off”

owing to a combination of mum having a little too much to drink after a night out

with her girlfriends, her being a little sexually frustrated and then finding me

starkers on the top of the bed, and me being more than happy to participate in the

act of i****tuous sex with my fucking gorgeous mum.



I was dating again on and off which was ok but I found myself comparing the girls I

went out with to my mum. Most of which never came close to having a body as fit

as her. I had to bite my tongue when I was fucking one of my girlfriends. I was

coming up to the “Money Shot” and had my eyes closed imagining that my cock

was about to explode up my mum’s cunt, when I nearly blurted out the words,



“Fuck, mum, I’m gonna come!”



Now that would have been embarrassing.



The only thing that kept the dream of fucking my mum alive; was the fact that

although everything appeared to be as normal as it could have been under the

circumstances, there were subtle changes in our day to day existence, such as.

In the privacy of the house, we were more comfortable about seeing each other

nude, in fact, if I ever caught mum naked between the bathroom and her bedroom

she would make no attempt to cover any of her modesty, almost inviting me to

stare. And stare I would.



One evening, I was enjoying a long hot soak in the tub following a heavy weights

workout when mum came in the bathroom and asked if I would leave the hot water

in for her to use. While she was talking to me I noticed her eyes wander down to

my crotch area. I imagined her ripping off her clothes and sliding into the bath

with me. Instead she turned, took her bathrobe from the door hook and left.

What happened next left me with no doubt that she was teasing me and that it

would be just a matter of time before we had full sexual intercourse.



I dried off and left the bathroom with just a small towel wrapped around my waist.

As I walked across the landing towards my bedroom mum came out of her room.

Walking towards me I could see that although she had her bathrobe on; it was

open! The robe covered her nipples but her beautiful camel toe pussy was clear

to see. This teasing glimpse of her naked body caused a bit of stirring in my

groin.



Her small soft hand stretched out and pressed against my chest stopping me in

my tracks. As my back pressed against the wall I looked down at her hand

resting between my perfectly sculpted pecs. Her fingers were spread; I noticed

that two of them were wet. Mum came a little closer and said,

“Honey, mummy’s going out tonight.”



“On a date?” I said, realising that I’d started to get an erection.



“Steve from the health spa,” She said.



“It’s been a while mum, it’ll do you good to get out,” I replied.



The unmistakable scent of pussy juice wafted up from her hand on my chest.

Instinctively my penis stood proud. Looking for a cunt to fuck it pushed it’s way

through the opening of my towel. I discreetly tried to push it back.



“He’s been asking me out for a while now,” She continued.



I struggled for something intelligent to say; something she wanted to hear.



“Well, I hope he’s man enough for a stunning woman like you,” Was all I could

come up with.



A sexy little grin appeared on my mums face as she ran her hand from my chest

down to my abs leaving a trail of wet pussy juice glistening on my skin. She

hooked her hand under my towel and very gently scratched her nails over my skin

from my balls, along the length of my hard shaft and over my exposed helmet

making me twitch. She placed her other hand into her bathrobe and circled her

fingers around one of her breasts offering me a glimpse of her rock solid nipple

as she said,



“Well, If he’s not,” She whispered,



“I know where there is a man who’s got what it takes.”



As my mum said those words, she looked me square in the eyes, gripped the

head of my rampant cock; pulled it down; and let it go. As my hard-on sprang

back up into the air my towel gave way and fell to the floor. Bending over to pick

up the towel I felt a playful spank on my arse, I turned to see my mum

disappearing into the bathroom giggling like a teenager. It bought a smile to my

face.



In my bedroom I stood naked in front of the mirror.



“Fucking right I’ve got what it takes,” I said to myself.







As I prepared my dinner in the kitchen I could hear mum upstairs getting ready for

her date. I’d planned a night in to watch a film on TV. I was tucking into a healthy

hot chicken salad when mum came into the kitchen.



“How do I look?” She said.



Mum stood in the kitchen doorway looking drop dead gorgeous. Her pale yellow

summer dress looked great on her petite frame, the thin shoulder straps allowed

her to show off her upper body, mum had great arms and real sexy shoulders, not

ripped but toned. The thin dress material revealed that she was bra-less; mum

didn’t really need to wear a bra as her tits were small and firm. The dress flared

out down her legs to just above her knees, and the four-inch yellow stiletto shoes

beautifully shaped her calves.



“Ok gorgeous, give us a twirl,” I said.



Mum moved away from the doorway and into the middle of the kitchen and spun

around. The thin material of her flared dress rose up with ease and revealed her

lemon yellow lace thong underwear. Mum didn’t wear tights or stockings, her

tanned shapely legs looked great with just a sexy oily sheen from the lotion she

used.



“You look absolutely stunning mum,”



I thought she looked totally fuckable.



“Cab’s here,” she said kissing me on the cheek.



“Don’t wait up,”



I watched her walk down the path and get into the cab.



“Steve’s a lucky bastard,” I said out loud.





About two hours later during the middle of the movie I was watching I heard

someone coming in through the front door. It was mum she was alone.



“What’s up mum, I didn’t expect you back for hours,” I said concerned.



“Stood up,” mum replied.



“Apparently Steve’s old girlfriend phoned him and begged him to go back to her,”

she continued.



“And he did?” I blurted out.



“Without hesitation,” mum explained.



“He left a message for me at the restaurant,”



“What a prick!” I said,



“Well at least It happened before we got too involved,” mum said always finding a

positive out of a bad situation.



Mum headed upstairs.



“You ok mum?” I said after her.



“Sure, I’ll be fine, I can always rely on you can’t I sweetie,” she responded back.



Now, part of me felt really sorry for my mum, part of me felt anger towards Steve

for fucking her around this way, but a big part of me, the bit between my legs

thought that this might be my golden opportunity. I poured a large measure of

Malibu over ice in a tall glass; mums favourite drink and took it upstairs.



Mum was in the bathroom removing her earrings.



“I bought you up a drink mum,” I said gently tapping the door.



Mum opened the bathroom door and took the glass from me.



“Thanks son, could you please unzip me?” she said turning her back to me.



I slowly unclasped the hook at the back of her dress and began to pull down on

the zip. Her dress opened up and revealed the silky smooth skin on her back;

the warm scent of her perfume teased my senses. I stood back and looked at

mum in the mirror.



Without turning around mum slipped the straps off her shoulders one by one.

Looking back at me in the mirror she let the dress fall to the floor.



My cock was stiffening by the second as I gazed upon the vision of beauty that

was my mum; standing in front of me in nothing but her high heels and a thong.



“Do you think I look old?” mum asked as she sipped on her drink.



I placed my hands on my mum’s shoulders and gently turned her around to face

me. Looking her in the eye I said,



“You’re the most gorgeous woman I know,” I replied.



With that mum moved forward and gave me a motherly kiss on the lips. As she

did so, I felt my erection poke her in the belly. Stepping back, mum looked down

at the bulge in my training shorts. I saw my mum think for a moment, and then it

happened.



Mum looked into my eyes, reached up and placed both of her hands around the

back of my head; she pulled our faces together kissing me hard on the lips. I

opened my lips and welcomed mums tongue into my mouth. I tasted the coconut

liqueur on her lips and tongue as they probed my mouth. Kissing her hard back, I

placed my hands around her slim waist and pulled her close. Her firm torso

pushed against my hard cock until it was pinned upright between us both; through

her French kiss I felt her mouth vibrate as she throat moaned with pleasure. After

a while mum broke off the kiss and stepped back, my hard-on fell forward.

Without a word mum held out her hand and took mine, turning towards the door

she led me out of the bathroom and headed for her bedroom.



My heart was pounding; my erection was painfully hard as mum stood me against

the wall in her room.



I felt her locate the bottom of my tee shirt and begin to lift it up towards my head. I

raised my arms up and mum pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it to the

floor. Mums fingers then began stroking around the waist of my shorts.



“I want you so bad,” mum whispered into my ear as she began to pull down my

shorts.



“God, I want you too,” I replied.



My cock sprung free as my shorts fell to the floor. I was now completely naked in

front of my mum, my head was awash with all sorts of emotions, and my hard-on

was throbbing and visibly twitching. I knew that this time things were going to go

a lot further if we let it happen.



I looked at my mum’s fit, tanned body as she picked up her drink from the

bedside table, she looked incredibly sexy in her heels and thong. Taking a big

sip of her iced Malibu she replaced the glass on the table and turned towards me.



I stood motionless as mum ran her fingers across my chest and down to my abs;

tracing the outline of each well formed muscle with the most delicate touch of her

fingertips. Mums warm flesh came into contact with my naked erection as she

moved in close to me, my cock twitched against her taut belly, I felt the first drop of

pre-cum ooze from the end, I let out a small moan of pure pleasure. Mum looked

up into my eyes and opened her lips, I moved my face to hers and we french

kissed. As I explored her mouth with my tongue, I felt her hand move down from

my abs to my throbbing erection. Her fingers barely encircled the girth of my

cock as she began to slide the foreskin back and forth over my naturally

lubricated helmet.



Our French kiss ended with some smaller delicate kisses on the lips. Mum

continued to gently wank me off as she kissed her way down my neck and across

my chest. Bending at her knees she kissed and licked her way down to my abs.

I looked down and saw my mum kneeling in front of me staring straight at the thick

cock she was wanking. I closed my eyes and gently placed my hands on the

back of her head. She pulled my foreskin back and exposed my helmet; I felt her

breath on the end of my cock as she moved in.



I let out a loud throaty moan as mums lips wrapped around the end of my penis

and gradually worked their way down my shaft. I gently held the back of her head

stroking her hair as she sucked up and down on a good two thirds of my man

meat. I was in heaven.



I opened my eyes and looked down to see my mum with a mouthful of my cock

looking back up at me.



“Oh god mum, that feels so good,” I whispered.



Mum slipped her lips off my shaft making a slurping, smacking sound and stood

up. She continued to tug on my cock as she kicked off her shoes one by one.



“On the bed,” she said.



I heard her say those three simple words and knew for sure that this was definitely

about to get dead serious.



Mum held on to my cock as she backed up towards the bed, I followed letting her

take full control of the situation. She turned me around when we reached the bed

and removing her hand from my shaft gently pushed on my chest. I fell back onto

the bed and quickly made myself comfortable with my head resting in the plump

pillows. My balls hung between my parted legs and my cock stood rigid as mum

climbed onto the bed with me.



Mum kneeled either side of my legs and lowered her body down until her breasts

made contact with my erect penis. She continued to press down with her body

until my cock was flat against my stomach. I felt my shaft slide between her tits

as she slowly moved her body up and over mine, her erect nipples making

contact with each of my abs muscles as my cock slid across her belly. As mums

tits rested against my chest and we were face to face I could feel the lace of her

thong against my throbbing hard-on, her legs were either side of mine. Mum slid

forward until my cock sprang up between her legs, I could feel the heat from her

pussy against the length of my shaft. It was so fucking horny to know that a

micrometer of lacy fabric was all that stood between my mums cunt and my

throbbing stiffie.



Mum nestled her head into my neck, her arms were by her side and her hands

were resting on my hips. I heard her breathing heavy as she rotated her pelvis

rubbing her crotch against my cock. I reached down and placed my hands on her

arse slipping my fingers under the fabric of her thong, I could feel the strong

muscles in her arse tense as she continued to grind her cunt against me.



The movement of mums pelvic thrusting had gradually peeled my foreskin back

exposing the sensitive glands of my helmet. It felt so fucking good and I felt for

sure I could soon orgasm if this continued. I heard mum whisper something into

my neck; I didn’t hear what she said.



“Are you ok?” I asked,



“I couldn’t hear you,” I said.



Mum lifted her head from the side of my neck and moved her head until her mouth

was next to my ear, her heavy panting sounded sexy but the next words to cross

her lips were the ones I had longed to hear.



“I need you to fuck me now baby,” she said in a husky voice that I’d never heard

her use before.



I turned my head towards hers and we made eye contact. Mum kissed me on the

lips and in the same sexy, husky voice said,



“I want to feel your cock inside me, now.”



I didn’t say a word; I brought my hands up to her shoulders and gently pushed my

mum over on to her back on the bed beside me. I sat up and turned towards her.

Mum’s head was tilted to one side looking at me; I knew that she wanted me to

take control.



I positioned myself between my mums parted legs and gazed down at the

stunning, sexy woman that lay before me. My hard-on twitched in anticipation as I

stared at the wet patch on mums yellow thong, the material had become slightly

transparent and revealed the slit of her cunt. My cock twitched and another drop

of pre-cum oozed out, slowly dripping down onto the bed. I brought my face

down between mum’s legs and breathed in the sweet, musky scent of her hot

pussy.



Placing my fingers behind the waist elastic, I began to peel the thong down over

mum’s hips. Mum raised her arse off the bed and I pulled the thong down her

thighs, she raised her legs, I slipped the underwear up and over her feet tossing

the garment on the floor next to my shorts. Mum brought her legs back down and

spread them wide for me to see my prize.



My prize was the beautifully shaved pussy, that I had seen my mum fingering with

her own two fingers only a few weeks ago when she came into my room and

wanked me off. I couldn’t have it then, but tonight it was all mine.



I brought my head down between her legs again just inches away from her

glistening pussy lips. Mum saw me lick my lips.



“Oh god, yes.” She sighed.



Closing her eyes with her head back on the pillow mum began to gently fondle her

own breasts.



I ran my hands along the inside of her thighs spreading her legs open, using my

fingers I gently pulled her pussy lips apart. Mum let out a loud moan as I buried

my face into her juicy cunt. I savoured the taste of her juices; her pussy appeared

to flood with her natural lubricant. Mum writhed in ecstasy as my tongue darted in

and out of her wet hole, she shuddered as I sucked on her engorged clit. Mum

was pulling and pinching her nipples, her head rolled from side to side and she

thrust her hips into my face pushing her cunt hard against my probing tongue. I

moved my hands around to cup both cheeks of mum’s perfectly formed bum

pulling her groin into my face as I tongue fucked her slit.



Mums breathing got heavier, she started moaning with each breath and frantically

tugged on her nipples, I knew she was close to coming on my tongue.

Breathlessly she began to cry out.



“Oh god, don’t stop, Oh god yes!”



Mum clamped my head between her thighs as she convulsed in orgasm, her body

tensed and twitched as I continued to lick her clitoris.



“Oh fuck yes, oh baby that’s so good.” She screamed through gritted teeth.



Eventually she calmed and relaxed her body, opening her thighs to release my

head. My face was wet with her juices, I sat up, licking my lips, she tasted so

good. I wiped the rest off with my hands.



My hard-on was incredible; I’d never felt this hard before. My foreskin had rolled

right back, the head of my cock was bone dry from being pressed down onto the

duvet. I used the pussy juice on my hands to lubricate my thick shaft.



“I want you inside me baby,” mum said watching me prepare my tool.



“Put your thick cock in mummy’s hole,”



I just adored the filth coming from her lips.



I had put aside any reservations of this i****tuous sex between mum and son; I

saw the whole thing as just two very fit, very horny people who needed each other

for sexual release. So I prepared to fuck the shit out of the gorgeous chick lying

naked and ready in front of me.



Nudging my penis against her wet hole mum’s cunt offered little resistance, the

head of my cock slipped inside with ease.



“Oh yes, Mmmmmm,” I heard mum whisper.



Her head was raised off the pillow, she watched as my thick cock began to

penetrate her hole.



The thickness of my cock began to tell as I came up to the narrow part of her cunt

just inside the soft opening. I started to feel resistance as her pussy walls closed

in around my shaft.

Using small gentle thrusts I inched my way into my mum’s cunt, each thrust forcing

a throaty gasp from her lips.



“Oh god baby, that feels so good,” mum cried out.



“Give me every fucking inch,” she said as she watched my thick shaft slowly

disappear into her body.



A few more delicate thrusts and I was in “up to the hilt”. My balls pressed hard

against her arse. I held it there to allow for mums pussy to slowly stretch around

my steel-hard shaft. She was gasping and gyrating her hips slowly as her pussy

adjusted to my girth. I felt certain that she was experiencing the thickest cock

she’d ever had.



Mum started to thrust her hips up off of the bed letting me know that she was

ready.



I withdrew my cock slowly, looking down I saw the lubricated shaft extrude from

mums tight little hole. As soon as I saw the end of my cock I pushed it back

inside all the way in one movement. She was still a little tight but mums cunt had

given up a little room to the invading giant.



Mum was grunting with each thrust of my cock as I started to fuck her with a

steady rhythm. She wrapped her powerful legs around my back resting her feet

on my arse.



I varied my rhythm from short quick thrusting to long deep strokes. Mum was

speaking in short gasps as I thrust deep into her body.



“Oh – god – yes – fuck – me – hard!” she gasped.



I relaxed my arms and brought my chest down on to my mums, I felt her hard

nipples dig into my flesh. We French-kissed like hungry young lovers as I

continued to deep fuck her.



With her tongue exploring my mouth mum removed her feet from my bucking arse

replacing them with her hands digging her nails into my buttocks as she pulled me

deeper into her.



I stopped kissing her, bent my head and put one of her nipples in my mouth; I

sucked on one, then the other. Mum had fantastic nipples as thick as my little

finger.



I felt the first sensations deep in my groin of my impending orgasm. Mum was

making little whimpering noises; I knew she was close to her second orgasm.

Her hips started to buck up to meet my thrusts; her thighs began to tighten around

my waist.



“Yes, yes.” She whispered.



I felt a tightening in my scrotum as my flood gates prepared to give way.



“Oh god mum, I’m going to come,” I said as my balls began to spasm.



Mum pushed her lips up close to my ear; her sexy, husky voice uttered the words;



“Come inside me baby, I’m gonna come too.”



I thrust my cock into her pussy, my balls slapped against her arse.



“Fuck yes, fuck yes,” mum kept repeating as her second climax ripped through

her body.



I felt her strong body tense; mum gripped my body tight as my orgasm exploded

into being. I felt every gush of sperm run through the length of my shaft and eject

into my mums soaked pussy.



“Oh fucking Jesus, I’m coming,” I gasped.



I thought I’d had some good orgasms in my time but this was without doubt the

most intense. My penis seemed to expand as it pumped inside my mum. I had

always shot huge amounts of semen and sperm when I came but the amount that I

expelled into my mums cunt was more than could be contained, it spilled out past

my shaft running down her arse and over my balls.



We both lay there, trying to catch our breath. Mum squeezed her pussy wall

muscles and milked my shaft dry; the feeling was exquisite. We French-kissed

again as we stroked each other’s body.



I slowly withdrew my cock when it became soft; rolling over to spoon in behind

mum I cuddled in close and toyed with her nipples. Mum was making little

sighing noises; she reached back and stroked my sticky cock. We drifted off to

sl**p. I had the best fuck, followed by the best sl**p ever.



In the morning I woke to the familiar sound of mum’s exercise music, once again I

found myself stuck to the sheets, but I was in mums bed, It wasn’t a dream, I

smiled to myself as I remembered the amazing night before.



“Fucking right you’ve got what it takes,” I said to myself.



Downstairs mum had prepared a great healthy breakfast. I waited for her to

finish her workout and join me at the table. This time we talked about what had

gone on. Mum explained that however great the sex was between us we

shouldn’t make it a regular occurrence, but we agreed that occasionally if we

were both feeling horny and without a partner that we should use each other for

sexual relief again.



I was happy with that and was already thinking about the different ways I’d love to

try fucking my mum.
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A true story: me and a transvestite man - part 2

OK this is the second part of my true story. I was going to leave it at two parts, but I think there's enough to make it three parts, now!

I think I'd best point out that beyond the (I'm told) common early sexual experiences most straight men have as youngsters, with other men of their age, I'd not had any experience of men. You won't, of course, get many straight men who admit to this. But I'm not like most men.

However, this early experience was enough to leave me curious as to what it would be like to have fun with a cock. As you may have read in part one of this story, I was rapidly finding out, and loving it!

So, part one ended with me sitting on a sofa, and the lovely TV Toni stood in front of me. I was enjoying the look and feel of her stiff, slightly curved, and completely shaved cock, and her lovely balls.

I'd licked my way down and back up her shaft, and finding and tasting some pre-cum, I gently squeezed the head of her cock, opening up her slit. Hmm, more pre-cum for me to enjoy...

It's five years or so ago, now, and I don't recall, but I may well have left some of Toni's pre-cum on my tongue, and kissed her, so we could both enjoy it. If it didn't happen, I wish it had, and in the same situation, it's something I'd definitely do!

Having now had a very pleasant introduction to Toni's cock, it was time to get to know it better: I wanted it in my mouth, so bad. I opened my mouth quite wide, and then it just seemed so natural, and so right to take that beautiful piece of (wo)manhood in my mouth, and move my head slowly back and forth.

I began to combine moving my head and using my tongue around and underneath the tip of her lovely sensitive cock.

Well, I was enjoying this sexual adventure, and Toni certainly seemed happy!

Then, Toni started to move her body slightly back from me, and I somehow knew this to be a cue, that she wanted to suck me. I knew, since I could feel it, that I was making loads of pre-cum myself, and I hoped Toni would enjoy mine, as much as I'd enjoyed hers.

So, I stood up from the sofa, and Toni knelt in front of me, and pulled down my jeans and boxer shorts, freeing at last my own stiff cock. I was quite nervous, but I'm glad to say that the excitement was winning, and I was keeping hard!

I watched, disbelieving, as this beautiful and exotic sexy girl took first the tip, and then the whole of my shaft in her mouth. Yes, the whole of my shaft... for the first time, I'd been deep-throated! What a feeling, so warm over the whole of my cock.

Toni was no stranger to giving oral pleasure, it was obvious. She knew all the things that felt good, and seeing her looking so sexy in her lingerie, and with her own cock still so hard, it was like half-a-dozen fantasies all coming true at once.

One little detail I remember is that Toni had put on some music before we'd gotten into it; it was Madonna's 'Hung Up', you know the one with the Abba 'riff'? Well, it's not my kind of music, but now that tune has a special place in my affections!

Back to the action...

Toni and I now began to swap back and forth, sucking and licking each other's cocks, me trying to take as much of her in my mouth as I could, not knowing how to deep-throat. I'd surely have done it if I'd known about the 'mouth closed yawn' that apparently helps to open up your throat. Next, time, if there is one...

I remember at one point that I'd put our two cocks together, as we faced each other, so they were side-by-side. I could then work both our cocks back and forth. Then I remembered something that I wanted to try, something half-forgotten that I'd read about years before: 'shunting'.

My understanding is/was that it's something that gay men do, where the men put their cocks tip-to-tip, and the two cocks 'share' a foreskin. The only other word I've heard that may describe something similar is 'snoodling'.

Anyone help me with a definition? (Or a demonstration!)

Since Toni was cut, and I wasn't, I pushed the shaft of my cock up towards hers, so that my foreskin rolled over and past the tip of her cock, and then back.

The pre-cum from our two cocks must have merged. I wish I'd thought to taste that cocktail, I'm sure it would've been delicious!

I don't know if she knew what I had planned, or if she'd even done it before; just one of the things I'd meant to ask but didn't.

After a while of shunting, kissing, and enjoying each other's cocks, Toni said in a low, sexy voice "Would you like to fuck me?". I quickly - and with a bit of a wobble in my voice - said "Yes!".

Toni then reached for a condom in its wrapper on a nearby low table, and started to hand it to me. Now, I don't know about you fellows, but I tend to lose my erection as soon as I see a condom, and find it a desperate fiddle trying to get them on.

So I asked Toni if she'd help, which she obligingly and expertly did. Then she put a good amount of lube on my cock, turned to face the sofa, and I moved around behind her. I was expecting her to move to a doggy position, kneeling, but instead she leaned forward while standing, supporting her upper body by putting her hands on her upper legs.

Before the anal action starts, here's a little break! I hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I am remembering it. Read part three to see how my sexual adventure ends. Or should that be 'climaxes'?... Continue»
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My girlfriends mother part 3

My girlfriend’s mother….. Part 3.

If you have been keeping track of this story which I hope you have and have given it good marks then you will by now know the characters involved but just to recap, Gillian is my girlfriend, Ruth is her mother, Pam is her aunt/cousin and Grace is her other aunt and the eldest s****r to Ruth.

During part two I mentioned that Pam had broached the subject of Anal sex, I skirted around it a bit because it would have made that part far too long and you might have been asl**p before half way but I will now go into more detail and tell you what happened.
As I said, Pam had suggested that we try Anal sex as she had witnessed me deflower Ruth’s arse and was impressed with my technique of trying to minimise the pain and suffering normally acquainted with the first time of being fucked in this area, I had visited the apartment a couple of times since but with Gillian around had not had the opportunity to fill Pam’s request, she had passed me a couple of times in the passage coming close to me and whispering “you owe me” then walking away patting her rump, my cock had made the usual response of jumping in my trousers so that when I sat on the couch beside Gillian she noticed my swelling and carefully reached and stroked it, her mother was sitting in the armchair so the movement was very covert and even though I knew Ruth was watching us she was pretending to read a magazine, I half turned to Gillian wrapping my arms around her shoulders to try to conceal Gillian’s action and my bulging trousers from Ruth’s glance, Gillian continued to stroke me and was fidgeting trying to push her arse against me, my arm was around her shoulders with my hand dangling down her front, she had hold of my fingers so that as she kept glancing at her mother to see if she was looking she was pressing my fingers onto her blouse and bra covered breast, I think the excitement in this was the fact that her mother was present and could catch us at any time, I noticed that Gillian’s nipples had come out and I knew she was getting very horny so anything could happen, Gillian pushed the remote control for the telly carefully to the edge of the arm of the couch so as not to alert her mother to the movement and it dropped to the floor with a thud, “oops!!” said Gillian leaning over the arm of the couch to pick it up, she sat back and got hold of my fingers again, she looked at me with sparkling eyes and I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were now open with the top of her breast and her lacy bra in my view, she pushed my hand down onto her breast and then slid my finger under her blouse onto the top of her breast, still looking at me and glancing at her mother, Ruth of course was pretending to take no notice but I did see that she had slightly opened her legs, I also realised that Gillian during her quest for the remote had swivelled herself around so that her arse was almost in my lap with her shoulder under my chin thus concealing her breast and my hand from any possible gaze of her mother, Gillian was still stroking my cock which was getting more hard by the second because I was not sure how far Gillian was going to take this, I knew that when she got horny she got braver and more raunchy and didn’t care who was watching, Gillian was now pushing my fingers into her blouse and under the lacy bra, I could look over her shoulder, straight down her cleavage to see that her breathing had become heavier, she let go of my fingers and slipped another button, her left breast covered with lacy bra was coming more into view as she again took my fingers and pushed them under the edge of her blouse and under the lace of the bra, just then Ruth got up and walked out of the room saying that she was going to have a bit of a lie down, I knew that she was leaving us to get on with needed to be done, she closed the door behind her as she exited, Gillian turned her head and clamped her mouth onto mine shoving her tongue into my mouth and squirming around my tongue, I closed my hand around her breast and squeezed then slipped my hand down into her bra taking her full hard and swollen tit in my hand and squeezing again, “ fuck me” she whispered into my mouth, “what here?” I said “yes here and now” she demanded, pulling up at the back of her skirt to expose her buttocks to me, she was not wearing any stockings or tights and there was something about the sight of her white panties against her pale skin that made my cock lurch in my trousers, she stood up, lifted her skirt and pulled down her knickers stepping out of them then picking them up and pushing them under the cushion of the couch, she stood in front of me and again raised her skirt holding it up with one hand so that her hair covered pubic cushion was in full view, she opened her legs and started to slide her fingers of her other hand into her slit, by now my cock was fighting to get out, “you like?” she said, “you want?” she purred “of course” I replied “then do it” she challenged, I reached out for her and she stepped back out of reach, “not yet” she said, “show me” she cooed, I undid my belt, loosened my trousers button and slid down my zip, my cock was pushing my boxers out of my pants so I pushed my trousers down to my knees then slid my boxers down which released my strangulated cock which flew up to stick obscenely up in the air, “oooooh, I’m sure it gets bigger every time I see it” she said, then she turned putting one hand on the chair arm and bending over pulled up her skirt at the back to reveal her arse and her cunt to me standing with her legs apart, I could see the glistening juice tricking out of her cunt along her vulva, “ you wanna fuck this” she said seductively peering back at me, “what do you think “ I said trying to match her mood “ then give it all you’ve got” she said, I stood and walked over to her my cock jutting out in front but instead of sticking my rampant cock into her hungry cunt I went down on my knees behind her, placed my hands around her thighs I plunged my face into her genitals sliding my tongue into her cunt to feel the juices release and come pouring out of her into my mouth, she was shaking with the orgasm and was trying to keep her balance as her legs gave way “ Oh that feels so fucking good” she said, “eat me lover, eat my cunt,” I continued to lick into her cunt sliding my tongue into her vulva and then back into her cunt again, she kept clenching her buttocks around my tongue so I slid my tongue up to her rose and started to lick it, “ Oh I love it when you do that to me” she wailed “Oh god I’m coming” she whispered hoarsely as her arse started to buck and her buttocks were frantically clenching and releasing, I was holding her thighs so when her legs buckled I held her up pulling her back onto my tongue as I squirmed it into her anal passage, juice was dripping from her cunt as she threw her head back and let out a long moan, “Oh fuck” she said, “let me get to you”, I stood up and released her legs then putting my arm around her waist pulled her back to the couch where I turned her then sat down, she knelt in front of me between my legs and took my cock into her mouth, she licked and sucked it for a while then said “fuck this”, “I want it in me”, she stood up and mounted me straddling my legs and guiding my cock into her cunt, she settled on me and started rocking while she pulled open the remaining buttons on her blouse to reveal the full set to me covered in the transparent white lacy bra, the blouse was short sleeved so she slipped the straps off her shoulders then pulled the straps of her bra down each sleeve slipping them under her elbows and off at the wrists, she pulled her bra around as her ample tits sprung into view and released the clasp that was now at the front, she pulled at the bra and it came out from behind her blouse as she reached down and stuffed this under the cushion with her knickers, she was still rocking on my cock then I took her breasts in each hand and started to milk them pulling and squeezing them at the same time, I pushed the nipples together in the middle then I took the rosy pair into my mouth sucking and licking at them, the rocking got frantic as she came, I lifted my face and kissed her, she threw her arms around my neck and buried her face in my neck, it was at this point that she discovered my erogenous zone that her mother had found and had made unfair use of whenever she wanted me to blow my stack, Gillian touched it with her tongue and felt me jump then chuckled at the possibilities then dug her teeth into it and made me cum squirting and pouring my juice into her with such f***e that she came again having felt the warm flood past her cervix, “ wow!!!” she said smirking, “that was a shock, I never knew you had one apart from your cock end” she chuckled and I could see her working out the endless possibilities of her taking control of my ejaculations, she kissed me again and climbed off me, fastening her blouse and retrieving her knickers she put them on whilst I watched, it always fascinates me to watch her cover all of her bits and pieces, I stood and pulled up my pants then we sat and watched telly then she turned and kissed me, still smirking.

Now I ask you ladies? If you found out that a bloke had a very sensitive place would you use it against him??
No don’t bother to answer that as I already know the answer.

A few days later the opportunity arose for me to fulfil my promise to Pam although it started off with an emotional episode that I could have done without, I arrived at the house mentally prepared to do my stuff with Pam, I have probably mentioned before of her feeling for me and the fact that she gets a bit jealous when she knows I am fucking Ruth or Gillian, I have tried to explain to her that she must give unto Caesar and although she says she understands that she still has emotional moments when she says she wants me for herself and that she should not have to share me with her s****r and niece, then I try to explain that “without Gillian there would be no me” “ what!!! Are you telling me that you only love Gillian, not me??” and so it goes on and today was no exception.
I walked into the lounge and she was sitting on the couch with a face as long as a fortnight, her face in her hand staring at the television, I sat beside her “is there a problem” I said, trying to sound sympathetic, she glared at me with tear filled eyes ”I hope you two had a good fucking time on Sunday” she blurted throwing Gillian’s bra at me which she had found under the cushion of the couch whilst cleaning, I thought there is no point in beating about the bush, this has got to stop, it is getting out of hand and my secret fear was that she would explode in front of Gillian and her mother and then it would all come out” would you like me to leave” I asked, “No! stay there” she pouted, “you don’t understand, you are the nearest thing I have to a husband or a boyfriend as I don’t really have either and my love for you is so strong that it hurts me to see you screwing Ruth but at least I am watching and taking part but I don’t know how you are with Gillian or how you do it with her or anything, I know you love her and she is your girlfriend and I know that when you are inside her you are making love to her whereas when you are inside Ruth and me it’s just Fucking to you and I know you do it to try to keep us both content but it’s difficult for me knowing that the man who is frequently between my legs loves someone else and I know I shouldn’t make a fuss and that you see me more than Ruth but I would like to feel that sometimes you are making love to me and that I am not just a shag” she reasoned, I did not feel that the time was right to tell her that she was a really good shag as I thought that would be pushing the boundaries too far, “ I don’t know what to say to you Pam” I said “do you still want me to see you?”, I questioned “yes she pouted”, “ and you promised me Anal sex” she said “ you’ve done it with everyone else, why not me??”, “well I came around here today for that purpose, are you saying you don’t want to anymore??” “No!! I’m not saying that” she pouted again, “ I’ll go and get ready” she said as she walked out of the room, I followed her into the bedroom where she had already undone her blouse so that her large breasts were thrusting out of her bra and her nipples were starting to enlarge and harden, I walked up to her and took her arms in my hands, she looked up at me with tears running down her cheeks so I scooped them up with my finger and put them into my mouth sucking the tears into my mouth and tasting the saltiness of them, she reached up and put her hand around my neck then kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue into my mouth, I could feel the hunger in her as she pushed her breasts into my chest, she still had her skirt on so I sank down to my knees in front of her and undid her skirt, dropping it she stepped out of it then I pulled down her knickers’ and she stepped out of those too resting her hand on my shoulder to steady herself, I looked at her cushion with the pink peeping through the slit and leaned forward to it with my tongue, she arched her back and came to me thrusting her hips forward to give me easier access to her genitals whilst at the same time opening her legs for me, she put her hands at the back of my head and steadily pulled me into her, I put my thumbs on her thickening vulva at each side of her slit and pulled it open then plunged my tongue into her slit as I licked her from the top of her slit through her clitoris and under till I could not reach any more with my tongue, she opened her legs further but realising that this was not enough turned and fell back on the bed with her feet on the floor, she reached down with her fingers and pulled open her slit showing me and offering me her clitoris, her pink inner lips and her cunt, I buried my face into her and ate everything as she found orgasm after orgasm with juice pouring out of her with her moaning and crying , she sat up and pushed my face away from her thighs then bent and kissed me tasting herself on my lips, she undid her bra then turned onto the bed and adopted the position that Ruth had taken when I fucked her arse, “I’m ready” she said, I dropped my trousers and stepped out of them, discarded my shirt and boxers then my shoes and socks, we were both now naked and I noted her breasts sticking down into the bed covers as her breathing had already started to get heavier, I reached for the drawer and fished out the tube of lubricant, I knelt on the bed and looked at her gorgeous arse sticking up with her still swollen vulva and her vagina, I couldn’t resist it and leaned down then started licking her vulva, she moaned and started to sway her arse, then moving my tongue to penetrate her vagina, her legs were shaking then I moved my tongue onto her rose licking it and she exploded thrusting forwards and backwards with her hips as the orgasm racked through her, her knuckles were white gripping the pillow which also stifled the scream she let out, I spread the jelly on my cock then as before I soaked my finger and slipped it into her arse, she moaned again as I gently worked my finger in and out with her anal ring gripping my finger, I slipped in another finger and felt her tense up “relax” I said as I worked my fingers in and out of her arse, “it hurt a bit but it’s alright now” came the muffled response, I rotated my fingers to enlarge the hole and stretch the ring then before the hole could close I slipped in the end of my cock and pushed slightly, “Ahhhhh” she moaned, lifting her head so I carried on into her pushing in and out and penetrating her a bit further at each inward stroke, her leg started shaking again and I saw the juice come oozing out of her cunt, “that was a quiet one” I said, “that was gorgeous,” she said, “I just let it wash over me and rode it” she said, just then a voice beside me said “I’ll just make myself a cup of tea then I’ll be back, I looked round and it was Ruth standing beside me, eyes sparkling, I kept easing my cock into Pam as Ruth explained that they had closed the shop early because of a fire down the road that had closed the road, she turned and walked out of the room and I heard her in the kitchen running water in the kettle, Pam was by now pushing back quite hard onto my cock and I was so far into her that my balls were slapping against her cunt, she was now off the pillow and was supporting herself with her hands and arms, her action speeded up as it became obvious that she wanted me to bang her so I increased my speed and my f***e, “that’s it, that’s it, go on, fuck my arse“ she said slamming back into me, Ruth came back into the room and put a half full cup of tea on the sideboard, then watching the spectacle before her she said ”can I join in??”, “yes, yes” cried Pam as her arse was getting pummelled and juice was pouring from her cunt, Ruth reached under and massaged Pam’s clitoris, I put my arm under Pam’s waist as she collapsed back onto the pillow as the orgasm tore into her and her cries were muffled but I didn’t stop I just kept banging then Ruth started to strip, “this is all I needed, how am I to keep this up” I thought if this woman strips beside me and my stomach started to churn, she discarded her blouse, then her bra, releasing her fantastic breasts she was obviously aroused because her nipples looked rock hard and were jutting out very aggressively, then she dropped her skirt to the floor then her knickers came down and she stepped out of them both, this gorgeous creature had just stripped and was now naked standing beside me, she put her hand on my shoulder then turned my face and kissed me full on the mouth then she tried to get to my neck, I was still banging at Pam and realised what Ruth was up to, I fought off Ruth who was trying to make me blow my stack into Pam’s arse, she laughed as I pushed her back, by now Pam had fought her way back onto her hands and arms but was still moaning from the onslaught of my cock as I ravaged her arse, Ruth moved up to the top of the bed and moved the two pillows that Pam had been resting her head on, she climbed onto the bed and slid her legs in among Pam’s arms, Pam moved one arm so that her arms were at each side of Ruth’s legs then Ruth slid under Pam till her pubic cushion was below pam’s head, my stomach again started to somersault at the thought of what I suspected was going to happen, Ruth opened her legs wide showing the red interior of her vagina and slit to Pam then taking a pillow stuffed it under her arse so that her genitals came closer to Pam’s face, she opened her slit with her fingers then Pam obliged by sinking her face and mouth onto Ruth and started to lick her slit and her cunt, Ruth came almost immediately with a shuddering orgasm and the sight of this made my cock thicken and start to twitch, I was coming hard, pam was licking and chewing at Ruth’s cunt, clit and slit whilst keeping up the rhythm of me in her arse, I exploded into her arse with a thundering mind blowing explosion that brought a cry from Pam as her head shot up and she stopped licking Ruth, “ what’s the matter?” groaned Ruth, “he’s just come up my arse, it was fantastic” sobbed Pam as she resumed her assault on Ruth’s cunt, my cock shrank out of her and I sat down on the bed exhausted, Pam now unfettered by my cock stuck in her sank down onto the bed and got down to the task of working on Ruth’s vagina, inserting her tongue all the way in then licking out the contents as Ruth’s juices flowed into her mouth, Ruth exploded again with an almighty scream then both women curled up and relaxed together In a heap, Pam was watching me get dressed with a smile on her face as she rested her head on Ruth’s hip, Ruth was still breathing heavy but had her eyes closed with a very contented look , Pam kept giving a small shudder as the ripples of aftershock passed through her, I could see my cum oozing out of her arse, she reached down and stuck her finger into the gooey excretion and transferred it to her mouth and sucked it in, she smiled a very self-satisfied smile, I left them to it and left the house, I needed some sl**p, it had been another hard day.


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Posted by the_priest 3 years ago  |  Categories: Anal, Lesbian Sex, Sex Humor  |  Views: 1676  |  
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Me And my Awesome Indian Mom. The Best Inc*st Stor

Guys!
To understand this New Fictional Story of mine, U must know the meaning of few Indian words, which will be constantly used herein:-
'Mangalsutra'- A necklace worn by women as symbol of her marriage.
'Saree'- A Beautiful Dress, which a majority of Indian Women wear.
'Blouse'- A Sexy Bra, worn with 'Saree'.
'Pallu'- A piece of cloth from 'Saree', to cover blouse.
'tilak'- A Red Colored circle, made from powdery stuff and applied right above forehead.

(Here it Goes)
This is sameer and my mom is Rupa. I am 19 and my mom is 39 years old now. We are a f****y of three. My father has his own business to look upon. He is a busy guy and just travels. I don't know why my father doesn't pay attention to her (I meant in terms of sex)

But my mother is really hot and mature. I started looking at her in that angle when I heard a bunch of guys in a mall secretly talking about her. They were not able to move their eyes of my mother. Then I realized the beauty of her. She is of above average height. She has perfect belly as she does all her household and the garden work for herself. The diet she takes and the household activities she does made her really sexy in building up her body well.

I completed my Senior High School and am free for like 4 months until I joined my graduation college. So, in this time, I made it a point to watch movies. Slowly they turned into Porn. Even that was not enough. And started to get acquainted with much other stuff. At this point of time, I come across i****t Stories.

I specially love the stories on mothers. I started to look my mom in a sexier look. She wears sarees mostly dark colored ones and always wears mangalasutra around her neck. This really makes her appear sexy. She being fair, the dark colored sarees used to suit her very much. She has firm breasts and good butts. She also ties her saree below her navel.

Whenever she tucks her pallu in her waist, her navel would be seen. This is the sexiest thing I have ever seen in her, yet. Even when I observe, I make it a point that she's is not observing me. I am a good boy to her. I came to know from the stories that I have read that women after marriage are sex starved and specifically those who didn't have had enough sex with their hubby. I know that my parents are far from sex or rarely have sex.

So, I decided to seduce my mom, my rupa. I took some cues from the net. I listed out step by step process to seduce her. I strongly wanted a b*****r from her (I mean he would be my son of course). First thing I decided to do is to show off my body. I started wearing vest and boxers in the house. I am an athlete since my school days itself. I also have six pack abs. When she inquired me why I was wearing only vest and boxers,
I said that it’s too hot and asked her ain't I stylish? "All actors who have good body like me wear these at homes, in movies" and she laughed. She told me that i am naughty boy. I then slowly started roaming only in my boxers. People say that I am really good looking. So, me being good looking and having good body attracted her. Sometimes she is starring me.

I don't know if she was seeing me as a woman rather than a mother. So, I started going to kitchen to help her. Now and then I started to touch or rub her and pretend that it happened involuntarily. Slowly, we both were moving freely in terms of movements. Once, while she was preparing food, she was wearing a bit low neck blouse and I could see her more of her back. Instantly

I got a hard on I went and slowly put my hands on her shoulders and made my bare chest touch her back and looked at the dish being prepared. It was chicken. I then exclaimed "wow" and kissed her on the shoulders. She thought it was unintentional. But I know that she also enjoyed. She served lunch and asked me how it was. I then told her that I would show her, how the taste was.

She asked me to show. I then stood and kissed her on the cheek. She was taken aback and asked me what I have done. I asked her whether it was any wrong to kiss my mother. But she told me that while kissing I put my hand on her waist and pressed it slightly. I then replied that it was her fault to appear beautifully to a handsome boy. We then laughed. This continued.

I started to occasionally hug her from behind and kissing her on the cheeks and fore head. The intensity of hug increased from the first time to the later times. This was not enough. I wanted her to realize that she is beautiful. So, I started to compliment her daily. She used to blush shyly if my praises increase. I told her that she would look even more beautiful in silk sarees.

She then asked "what is the necessity to appear beautiful?". Then I came to know that I must make her feel that she is missing relationship with a man. So, I started to ask about my dad. Luckily in 3 days it was the marriage anniversary of my parents and as usual my dad was out of town. I called my dad, congratulate him and asked him that I would buy some clothing stuff to my mom and myself on their marriage occasion.

He appreciated me for taking care of the f****y so much. So, I told mom to get ready for going to the market to buy something. While going to the mall I asked my mom to remove her huge tilak that she usually applies on her forehead and replace it with a shining sticker. Also, I told her to remove her mangalasutra.
She didn't accept to that. I told her that when she comes home I would decorate all of these to her and told her that this will not be of good style outside. Then she reluctantly accepted it. When we entered the shopping mall, I asked the lady present there to "show some modern stuff to my friend. My mom got surprised. I laughed at her. The Sales lady there showed some Sexy Dresses.

She took the measurements and showed some tops that had short hands almost near to the shoulders and slightly above the navel and bottoms that cover just the knees. My mom was reluctant to take them. I took her to a side and requested to take those saying that they are of new trend and people wear only of that sort outside. I told her that having a pair of that kind is always safe and finally told her that I want my mom to be in good modern outfit and there is no wrong in it.

Then she accepted to get one and she said the she wanted to try that outfit. I asked the sales girl to give a size lesser to the present one and selected the black color. Before my mom went to the dressing room I told her to free her hair. When she came out of the dressing room. She was like bomb shell. The sales girl also said that she was really good in that outfit. I told the sales girl that she would go like that.

I paid the bill and we went to another section having fancy sarees. There without me introducing anything, they were asking me what I would like to see for my wife. My mom was stunned. I whispered in her ear that "told you that you were very beautiful and young. She then reprimanded me and told me to tell the guys there she was my mom. But I said that it wouldn't be good and asked her to tell the same to them.

She then understood the situation and there I asked them to show the latest stuff. All they showed were translucent sarees. She then looked at me in unwillingness. The sales girl understood and told my wife I mean my mom that it was the latest design. I asked for black and green color saree. It was highly translucent.

They understood my taste and showed us similar kind of stuff in yellow, pink and red. Then we went to the blouses section. There I asked the sales man to show the latest designs. Then he showed some pictures and said that these would suit for your wife". This time my mother felt shy. I took the pictures and selected a design that is a low cut one. I also selected a blouse that is sleeveless and low cut and more bare back.

It is bigger in cloth than a bra. My mom's face turned red in color. Then the tailor said that this is the latest design and suits perfectly well. After the tailor took all the measurements, I took him to a side and told him to stitch tighter. He understood and told me that I wouldn't be disappointed rather come to him one day to thank him. I felt happy. I gave him some extra tip and left the mall and came home.

Soon after I reached the house, mom asked me "what is happening to you?"

I replied "Nothing is happening. You do still not know the world".

I asked her to remind and see how many ladies are in revealing outfits? And she said Almost everyone

Then? What's wrong"
Mom: "But I felt bad"

Me: Nothing to feel bad. Its common Rupa, Sorry mom
Mom: "Why are you calling me with my name as if you are my husband?

Me: "As the people in the shopping mall were constantly referring you as my wife, I got used to it"
Mom (mischievously): "It’s better if you leave it now

Me: "Sure Rupa sorry mom hahaha
Mom (mischievously): "Shut Up. You told me that you would decorate the tilak and mangalasutra back on me before we left. Remember?

Me: "Alright, I promised that I would decorate tilak and mangalasutra back on you before we left. I am ready to do so
Mom: "No need"

Me: "I promised and I have to"
Mom: "If you really want to do something for me Cut vegetables and clean kitchen tomorrow"

Me: "I will do that also. First let me do this at least."
Mom: "Its night, so I will not wear mangalasurtra, just put some tilak"

I then took some of it and put on her forehead and in between her hair.
Mom: "What are you doing? Only husband should apply it in between hair"

Me: "Anyways, I am husband to you for today Rupa! hahaha"
Mom: "Shut up you are becoming mischievous"

During the night I told her that I would sl**p with her.
Mom: "Ok

In bed. Me with out anything on my top.
Me: "Mom. To be frank you are very beautiful today"

Mom: "If you want something you can ask me directly. You need not praise me"
Me: "I am frankly saying this. You are very beautiful in that dress"

Mom: "Oh! so it is the dress not me!"
Me: "I mean you are beautifull but in that dress you are damn sexy there was some silence as it is the first time I used the word sexy. She then turned to the other side and covered the blanket. I crept into that blanket and kept my hand around her waist. At This point my bare chest is touching the bare area of her back.

Then I touched her waist with my fingers. She didn't object. I then kissed her nape of the neck. I slowly moved the saree to a side and touched the front part of her belly. She gave a moan. In the mean time we got a call. It was my dad. We talked with him for about 1 hour. She never mentioned the incidents happened in the mall. Then I came to know that even she likes it. It was late and we slept.

Next day and she was in a slightly transparent saree and a tight blouse. I could clearly make her back as she tied the saree very tightly and was working. I couldn't resist crushing her from the back but I had to control. I asked her to make cake. As all the things required for cake are in the store room and she asked me to bring them down from the store room.

I suggested that it would be better if I lifted her in my hands and she removes them. Mom and I know that it is easier for one person to stand on stool and remove them. But she accepted it. I then came to know that even she likes me touching her. I was in a T-shirt that time. I removed it immediately. She asked me the reason. I gave a silly reason saying that if any dust falls while removing the T-shirt will be spoiled.

She asked me to lift. I bent down and hugged her from below the buttocks and lifted her slowly. My lips are exactly infront of her navel. When she removed everything from there, she asked me to bring her down. I told her to check if she removed everything from there. While doing so, air from my mouth touched her navel and I knew she felt it.

She replied that everything is removed. I exclaimed "good" and kissed her navel and slowly started to bring her down. As it was a great chance, I crushed her while bringing her down. Even after putting her down I was still hugging her. And she mischievously said that "Excuse me Mr! I am already down. We both laughed and went to our work.

2 days later, we received the stitched blouses. The black one was awesome. The next day was the marriage anniversary. I brought mom to the hall, asked her to close her eyes and put two gifts in front of her and told her to open her eyes. She opened and was excited to know that I bought gifts for her. In my parents married life, as far as I remember there were no gifts to her at all.

I asked her to open the first packet. She was happy to see it. I was gold chain mangalasutra with threads at the two ends that are to be tied. She looked at me with a BIG Questionmark face. I told her that mangalasutra is the best gift on the occasion of a marriage anniversary. She felt happy and slight tears of joy came from her eyes. She opened the second packet. It was a golden waist bracelet.

I know that ladies are very fond of jewellery and my mom doesn't have a waist bracelet till now. She was spellbound happy and hugged me from front. I felt heaven and hugged her back. She asked me "what gifts does my dear want from me on this occasion?" still her hands round my neck.

Me: "you must wear the black saree with the black color matching blouse that we ordered in the mall and spend today's complete time with me".
Mom: "That I will any ways have to do as we bought it with lot of cost. Ask for any other wish I can do".

Me: "Ok then, allow me to decorate you the gifts that I bought. In that way I feel lot satisfied"
Mom: "So sweet. I will any other wish?

Me: "You must not be dull as dad is not here on this occasion. Forget him for today and see dad in me for today and be happy as always".
Mom: "Ok dear."

Mom put the mangalasutra and gold waist bracelet in front of God and prayed him.
She went to take bath and got ready in 1 hour. In the mean time I bought lot of flowers from the market. She wore the saree in the sexiest way possible to make me happy. She also wore the mangalasutra that dad tied around her neck 18 years ago.
I can see her navel through the saree.

She tied it 4 inches below her navel. Oh my God it is explainable. The blouse is very tight on her. The blouse is crushing her voluptuous breasts. I can see the upper part of her breasts and the crack front the saree clearly. She just turned back and moved her hair from there and I can see the bare back. She tied saree very tightly. So, her butts lining can be clearly made.

She turned forward and I hugged her and wishpered thanks in her ear. I asked her if I could decorate the gifts. Mom said "Very gladly I made her stand in front of the mirror. I came in front of her. Removed her pallu and she felt shy. Took the waist bracelet and standing in the front I tied it at the back. After tying, I kissed the soft white skin of her waist and the navel.

She moaned. I stood up. I shy she immediately covered her breasts back with her pallu. Anyways, it is waste to cover also. As the material is very much see through. Her tits became hard and want to come out of her blouse. Here, I asked her if I can take off the mangalasutra that dad tied.

She said "Yes darling I removed the knots that dad tied around her neck, put that chain down. I took the newly bought mangalasutra and said that I would tie it.

She said"Actually only husband has an authority to tie"

Me: "For today I am your husband or new husband rupa, remember!"
Mom: "Ok

While I was tying it around her neck, she felt shy. I put 3 knots. I said, now you are my wife Rupa! She gave small shy smile. I then kissed the part where the mangalasutra touches her neck. She moaned I showed her flowers and she turned back. I put them in her hair and kissed on them. I then took the other Mangalasutra that dad gave and tied that one also. I said" I want dad also to have fair part

She now closed her eye I took tilak and put on her fore head. Kissed the tilak Kissed her eyes, ears. I then removed the loose end of the saree. It fell down. I kissed the part where mangalasutras are hanging. Kissed the breasts moved down and kissed the navel Mom moaned "husband.

I said "Rupa my darling." I then kissed her juciy lips. We now forgot the world. We kissed each other passionately for 10 minutes in seconds I removed the hooks of her blouse. She was topless. I also removed the saree and panties. I also became nude.
We were now in deep love and hugged each other so tightly that my lovely mom crushed in my hug and no air is between us except the Mangalasutras.

I kissed on her Mangalasutra and again on lips. In no time my penis was near her va.

She asked me "What are you up to?
I replied "I want a b*****r and a son, we now kissed passionately.

she looked so hott..!!! I moved down and She spread her legs instantly, "Do you want some of my pussy?" I moved between my mom's legs and then got down between them; pulling her wet pussy lips apart I drove my tongue deep into my mom’s wet, sweet pussy! She let out a loud scream of delight I lapped up her sweet pussy juice before sucking hard on her clit. I licked and slurped away at my mom, making her moan louder and louder, I wanted to taste my her; I wanted to make her get off all over my tongue. "Oh yes! Oh yes eat my pussy! Oh god you are so good! I can't believe how good my boy is at eating my pussy! Don’t stop! Don't you dare fucking stop!" My mom wiggled around more and more, and then she began to scream so loudly! She wrapped her legs around my head and began to thrust her pussy into my face as she arched her back up. The sweet honey that came out of her pussy was incredible as she squealed and moaned, wildly wiggling around as her orgasm hit. Tasting my mom, watching my mom and listening to her made me hard. I never dreamed that i****t with my hot mom could make me so horny so quickly but it did. I had only one thought in my mind now and that was fucking my mother.

Looking down at her pussy the only thought on my mind now was fucking the hell out. I grabbed my throbbing prick, looking at her wet pussy. "Are you going to fuck me?" "Yes...can I fuck you?" My mom just nodded yes. I pressed my cock head against her wet, pussy lips. Her sweet lips parted as I pushed my cock inside of my mom. We both moaned together as I buried my cock deep inside of her. "Oooh yes! Your cock feels so good inside of me. Now fuck me hard! Fuck me." I held her by her hips as I rammed my cock in her over and over again. She moaned louder and louder as I hammered her wet, tight pussy. My gaze fixed on her huge tits bouncing around with each thrust of my cock. My mom wiggled around, moaning and arching her back as each thrust of my cock brought us both closer to our climax. I could feel myself moving closer to blowing up, I didn't know if I should or if my mom would let me cum inside of her. "......, can I cum inside of you?" I said to her as I rammed my cock into her faster and faster. My mom looked up at me, holding her tits up to her mouth she licked her nipples before answering. "Do you want to cum inside of me? Didn't you wanted a son of your own from me, or shall i say your b*****r?" I just nodded my head yes.

My mother, my rupa did not answer me, she let me fuck her a while longer, making me hold onto my cum load. The pleasure was increasing, as I could feel my cum load building up, I didn't think I could hold it much longer. "Am I your first?" my mom asked me, "Yes...yes you are...I have to cum! I can't hold it much longer!" My mom smiled at me, "Do it then! Cum inside of me!" I pounded my cock into her as hard and fast as I could. I was filled with wild, uncontrollable lust. My Mom's pussy or shall i say my Birth hole felt so good around my cock and the sight of her large tits bouncing with each thrust of my cock made this scene unbearable. I thought to myself how this was better than any porno movie I had watched! My balls were slapping against my mom, she was moaning as loud as was I. “I’m gonna cum Rupa! I can feel it! I’m gonna cum!” She was writhing around, moaning to me, “Come on Sam, do it! I want to feel you cum inside of me. Fill my cunt with your hot cum. I know you want to cum inside me, so do it!” I could no longer hold back, I let my cock erupt inside her. It felt incredible! As each spurt of cum rocketed out of my cock and into my mother I felt nothing but intense pleasure. Rupa's pussy clamped down on my cock and she arched her back up as she now experiencing her own orgasm. We both yelled and screamed as we let our taboo passion overcome us.

After the session I asked mom whether she would become pregnant.
She said that she definitely will in some more sessions from now. After that she told me that she would once fuck father and blame the pregnancy on him. We still fuck each other, and i love it....!!!!

So, tell me Guys hows it..??? COMMENT..!!!... Continue»
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The Star and the Prision Guard Part 1

You are a guard at a jail in the Hollywood area. It's not a bad job, all things considered. The vast majority of the prisoners are non-violent offenders, who are only in there for a few months. The serious criminals go to one of the bigger prisons elsewhere in the state. The occasional celebrity makes an appearance at the jail, although you've yet to have one in your area. From what you've heard though, they make the worst prisoners, from the standpoint of complaining, and constantly trying to demand special privileges. Apparently bribes are not all that uncommon either; you've heard of at least two other guards who were fired after being caught accepting money for smuggling in d**gs. "Idiots", you think to yourself.

When you hear that the TV star, Cobie Smulders, was in trouble with the law, you found yourself wondering whether, assuming it resulted in her going to jail, she would end up at yours. Sure, the odds were low that she would end up in your area, and you weren't really that big a fan of her work, but man she was hot. A guy could dream, you thought.

As time passed, it became more and more obvious that she was going to go to jail. The only question was how long, and where. You didn't really care for how long, really, but obviously you hoped she would at least be sent to your jail. So when her sentence was announced, you kind of glossed over that part, especially when you heard that she would, indeed, be staying at your jail.

Despite knowing that she was coming to your jail, you were still surprised when she was led into your section. No one had given you any advanced notice, which was unusual.

"What's up with this," you asked the guard leading in Cobie Smulders.

"Last minute change, Tom," he replied. "Apparently some contraband somehow appeared in the cell we planned for her. Faster to reassign her to a different area, while we figure out how it got in there, and who did it." He hands you a clipboard with some paperwork to sign.

"Fine with me," you say, as you sign the paperwork and hand it back. "It's been pretty quiet around here any way. This section has been pretty dead."

As the other guard double-checks your signature and prepares your copy of the paperwork, you take a moment to look at Cobie. She looks very subdued, with her head hanging down, staring at her handcuffed hands in front of her. Even without the makeup they forbid her in jail, and the tears still on her face, she is still very pretty. The standard jail jumpsuit is not the most flattering outfit, but she wears it far better than most of the other female prisoners you've watched over here.

The other guard finally hands you your copy of the paperwork, which you cram into your pocket. He gently nudges Cobie towards you, and she stumbles forward a step. You take her upper harm in your hand, but for some reason use even less of a grip than you usually do. As the other guard nods at you and leaves, you lead her to one of the several empty, spartan jail cells, unlocking the door and e****ting her in.

This is a fairly typical cell in the jail. There is a bed, toilet, sink, and desk, and not much beyond that. It is far better than what you'd see in a prison, but you know that you'd go stir crazy staying in a room like this, and someone like Cobie Smulders was obviously used to far better. It does have the advantage of being at the end of the row of cells, with several empty ones between this cell and the next occupied one.

Cobie suddenly turns towards you. "This is bullshit!" Cobie yells. "I shouldn't be in here! The judge hates me, and my old lawyer hates me. My new lawyer will have me out of here before tomorrow."

Great, you think. Although it doesn't sound like she's any different than most of the other celebs that get sent to jail here. There's no doubt in your mind that she deserves to be here, based on what you know of the entire situation. She may be right that her stay might be a short one, though. Hollywood justice isn't always all that just.

You're going to have to fill out some paperwork, to go with the paperwork you've already received from the other guard. First, you need to get Cobie settled in, which means that the handcuffs have to come off. Although you wonder if she was properly checked for contraband when she came in, or if she would have had a chance to be exposed to any of the contraband in the cell originally prepared for her. The other guard was kind of vague about that. A pat-down might be in order. Or it might just be unnecessary, and you could just uncuff her, lock her up, and get cracking at the paperwork.


Okay, hands against the wall and legs apart, Miss," you inform her. "I'll have to search you."

She looks at you incredulously. "They already searched me at the other place," she protests.

"That was at the other place. It's standard procedure to search you any time you get moved to a new location." Not completely true. Pat-downs weren't standard procedure after moves, but they could be done if the guard in charge felt there was reason to.

"Isn't a woman supposed to check me, like last time?"

"Generally, yes. You have the right to request one. But there aren't any on duty right now, and I'm not going to remove the cuffs until after you've been searched." Again, more half-truths in there, but she didn't know that.

Cobie frowned and looked down at her cuffs. They actually weren't terribly around her slim wrists from what you could see; the other guard seemed to be going easy on her. Still, they were obviously tighter than she would have liked. She stands there staring at them for a few seconds.

"Fine," she finally sighs. "Knock yourself out." She reluctantly turns around and places the palms of her hands flat against the wall.

"Legs apart," you remind her.

She sighs again, and moves her feet farther apart. You move up behind her, and start by patting the side of her torso. It's inevitable that there is a little brushing against the side of her breasts in that; longer than she would like, but shorter than what you would like. Next you pat down her waist and hips. Her waist is slim, contrasting with her hips, which are nicely rounded, even if the jumpsuit hides that. Finally, you pat up and down both of her legs, which, despite your quick pats, you can tell are very nicely shaped.

While patting her down, one of your fingers catches something high on the inside of her thigh. It's location makes you think it might have been in her panties, and slipped out a little. You grab it through her jumper and pull it the rest of the way out of her panties, letting it side down the inside of her jumper, falling into sight on the floor by her foot. It's a small plastic bag, filled with some white powder.

"That's not mine..." She protests weakly as you pick it up.

"Oh, I believe you completely," you say neutrally. "We'll see if the judge does." You turn to leave to report the matter, according to procedure. She can chill in her hand cuffs. She'll moved again pretty soon, based on the contraband.

"Wait!" She turns away from the way, her hands still cuffed in front of her. "What's going to happen to me?" She looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

You stop at the doorway to the cell, and turn slightly. "I report this. You get moved to a more secure cell, pending your court date for smuggling whatever this is into a state institution. Then you probably get sent to a regular jail." You turn to leave and start to shut the door.

Cobie runs to the door, grabbing onto the edge as you pull it shut. "No! I can't go to a regular prison! You can't tell anyone about this!" She tries to keep you from closing the door.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry." You could pull the door shut, but not without catching her fingers in it. You start to pry her fingers off of it, as gently as you can.

She changes tact, still holding onto the door though. "What's you name?" She asks desperately.

"Last name's on the uniform," you say. "And I prefer not to be on a first name basis with prisoners. Especially ones going away so soon."

"But we could be friends," she pleads. "Good friends!" She pauses, then speaks more demurely. "Friends that do things for each other."

Something in her voice reaches something deep inside of you. You stop prying her fingers off the door for a moment. "Things?"

"Things." She nods. "Like, you keep your mouth shut about certain things, and I keep my mouth open for a certain thing..." She licks her lips, slowly.

From what you've seen of How I Met Your Mother, it's the performance of her life. It's certainly getting a reaction from you, whether you like it or not. Is she actually offering to blow you in exchange for your silence? You can't take her up on this. You'd lose your job if you get caught. But... this is a semi-famous Hollywood actress, and very hot to boot.

You let the cell door open.

"Tom." You say. She looks at you confused for a second. "My name is "Tom."

Cobie smiles brightly at you, the smile making your heart melt. "Hi, Tom." She backs away from the door a little bit, and you move into the room. She holds up her cuffed hands in front of her. "Since we're friends...?"

You take your keyring and remove the handcuffs. She rubs her wrists carefully, still smiling at you. She glances at the hard floor, and goes over to the small bed, taking the pillow from it. Cobie sets it down on the floor by the bed, kneeling on it.

"Come over here, Tom," she says coquettishly. You hesitate, and you can tell she is sensing that you may be changing your mind. She reaches up and unzips her jumper, down past the jail-issue bra, revealing cleavage that isn't the most impressive you've ever seen, but that hints at what are undoubtedly some very nice breasts.

"Please, Tom," she says, a tone of pleading, with a hint of need mixed in. "Let me do this for you."

You can't resist her siren call anymore. You know it's probably just a combination of her acting skills, and your own weakness for a pretty girl, but you're falling for it. You walk over to her slowly, standing directly in front of her.

Cobie reaches out with a hand, pressing it against the front of your pants, where your erection presses back at her. She looks up at you, smiling, and then...

she slowly unzips your pants. Reaching in with her slim fingers, she expertly guides your cock out of your boxers, grasping the shaft with her small hand. Her cool flesh contrasts with your burning flesh, and you're afraid for a moment that you're going to cum right then and there. Apparently you're made of tougher stuff than you thought, though, as you keep your control, even as she leans in a little to run her tongue over the swollen head of your cock.

"Mmmm..." Cobie says, smiling up at you again. "I'm going to like this." You almost believe her. Hell, you'd just about believe anything she told you at the moment.

She takes you entirely in her mouth and begins bobbing her head up and down on your cock. Even as she brings you closer to orgasm, you wonder how many cocks have shared that mouth in the past, and how many of them are famous actors that you've seen on screen. You're probably in pretty elite company right now.

As good as she is, you can tell that it isn't going to take you long to finish. She senses your imminent climax, and starts to take you out of her mouth.

"No," you groan. "If any gets on your jumpsuit, we're both in trouble."

Cobie hesitates, then takes you back into her mouth reluctantly, her mouth working on you again. It's only an instant later that you release into her mouth. Even knowing it was coming, she still has trouble with it. You suspect she's not used to someone coming in her mouth. Still, she manages to swallow it all.

When you're finally finished, she takes you out of her mouth, a wan smile on her face. "See? I can be very friendly." She gently places your penis back into your boxers , then zips your pants back up, then gets up off her knees, sitting on the edge of her bed.

Wow. That was definitely the blowjob of your life, and the fact that it came from Cobie Smulders no doubt had no small part to play in the experience. There's only one thing left to do now.

You walk over to the toilet in her cell, and take the packet of white powder you had confis**ted out of your pocket. You open it up and are about to dump it into the toilet when Cobie Smulders sees what you are doing and jumps up from her bed.

"Don't do that!" She says frantically. "I need that! I can't handle being in here without some help." She tries to grab the packet from you.

You find yourself playing keep away from her. Maybe you'll have to find someplace else to dispose of this. "You can't keep this. I'm not going to turn you in now, but I need to dump this somewhere."

She was desperate before, when she thought she was in big trouble for smuggling the d**g into the jail. Now a different kind of desperation takes a hold of her. "Please, Tom..." She stops grabbing for the packet, and instead puts her hand gently on your chest. "I know that bringing it in here was bad, but I really need that stuff. I can kick the habit when I'm out, but I can't stay in here right now without it to help me."

She can tell you aren't being swayed by her pleadings. "Look, I know you can get in trouble for this. Big trouble. But I can make it worth your while, Tom." She takes the hand you aren't using to hold the packet, and you don't resist as she brings it up to where her jumpsuit is unzippered, and slides it inside to cup one of her breasts. "That stuff isn't the only thing I'm going to need to get me through my days here. I'm going to need some special attention, that only a man like you can provide."

Even though you came just a few minutes ago, the feel of her breast in your hand, even through her bra, is enough to start your cock stirring again. That isn't normal for you, but this isn't a normal situation, and Cobie Smulders isn't a normal girl. You feel yourself wavering.

She senses your weakness. "Please, Tom," she pleads, her eyes wider than you've seen before, her head slightly downturned, so that she is looking up to you. "Make love to me."

She leans in to kiss you, and as her lips lock with yours, you don't even really notice, or care, when she gently takes the packet out of your hand, and gently tosses it onto the nearby desk. As you put your arms around you and pull her closer, she begins nimbly undoing the buttons on your shirt, from top to bottom, pulling the shirt off of you when she is done. In turn, you unzip her jumpsuit even further, to the waist, and she shrugs her arms out of it, then reaches behind herself to undo her bra. Cobie Smulders pauses as you watch hungrily, suddenly coy. Holding the bra against her breasts with one arm, she slips the straps off of her shoulders with the other. Instead of removing the bra entirely, she keeps it pressed over her breasts, and instead wriggles the jumpsuit over her hips, letting it fall to the floor, revealing prison underwear that would be unflattering on anyone other than her. Cobie Smulders has the unrealistic and probably unhealthy bodily ideal that only exists in the movies, but that is now in front of you, only a foot or so away.

"Your pants," Cobie says simply, as she steps gracefully out of the jumpsuit. That is all the prompting you need. After kicking off your boots, you undo your belt and then unzip your pants, letting them fall to the floor, the belt making a loud noise as the various items attached to it clatter against the floor. Far more clumsily that she did, you get out of the pants, as she giggles prettily. Finally, you stand in front of her, in just your boxers. She looks you up and down, biting her lip softly. You know you're nowhere near the league of man that she is used to, and that this is more about the white powder on the desk than you physically, but she is putting on a good act, and you are all too happy to fall for it.

She looks down at her chest, still biting her lip, then looks back up at you. She pulls her arm away from her chest, letting the bra come with it, exposing her perfect breasts. Truth be told, you and countless others had seen them before, but precious few had seen them this close, and in the proverbial flesh. If they weren't real, they were a very good approximation thereof, and in any event more real than what was going on between the two of you. You were content with pretending that both were genuine, at least for the moment.

She stands there quietly as you step closer to her, and slowly raise your hands to touch her breasts gently, making her gasp slightly. Her skin is as soft and perfect as her breasts, and it feels almost like a violation for your rough hands to be caressing them. She does not seem to mind, however, grabbing your hands by the wrists, and guiding them against her. She presses against you, her mouth seeking yours again, and you feel her hands pulling your boxers down. You feel Cobie's tongue in your mouth, and her hands on your cock, almost simultaneously.

You are content to experience the three sensations of her breasts, her tongue, and her hands for some time, but there is still one thing standing between you and her. Reluctantly breaking off all three points of contact with her, leaving her seemingly as disappointed as you, you kneel down and slowly pull down her drab underwear, revealing what you knew inevitably would be a perfectly shaved pussy. You lean in to kiss it, and she moans and puts on leg gently over your shoulder, her bare foot moving up and down your back, just as your tongue is moving over her. Holding her steady, your hands on her hips, you continue licking at her, determined that if you can't be in the same league as her other men physically, you can at least give them a run for their money with technique. Your efforts seem to pay off, as Cobie's breath comes quicker and quicker, which she could perhaps fake, but not the growing wetness from within.

You were intent on making her cum with your tongue alone, but she grabs your head before you can, pulling you back up to your feet gently.

"I can't wait any more," Cobie says, kissing you gently on your lips, still wet with her taste. "How do you want me, Tom?"

Kissing her passionately, you guide her over to the small bed. It's nothing terribly fancy or even comfortable; more a foam mattress on top of a ledge, but next to Cobie, it's the softest thing in the room.

The two of you sit down on the edge of the bed, still kissing. She puts her hand on your chest, right in the center, running it up and down. Your own hand is on her inner thigh, softly squeezing it. You slowly move it up further, to trace over her opening, wet with the mixture of your saliva and her own juices. She moans into your mouth as you slide your finger inside of her, and her body quivers a little. You keep moving your finger in and out of her, causing her to squirm against you, and moan louder.

"I need more than your finger, Tom," She murmurs, lying back onto the bed, one arm curled lazily up onto the pillow around her head, framing her hair as it spills across the pillow. It's as if she was posing for a photoshoot, and she certainly didn't need any airbrushing.

You carefully move yourself on top of her, the small size of the bed making positioning difficult. Cobie puts one arm around your neck, and reaches down with her other hand to grasp your penis, guiding it to her slit as you settle over her. With one smooth motion, you find yourself deep inside of her. Cobie Smulders is tight, hot, wet, and everything you could have dreamed her to be. In fact, you are fairly sure you dreamed about this moment at least once in the past, and you find yourself questioning if perhaps you may be dreaming now.

Well, if it's a dream, best to hurry before you wake up. You start thrusting into Cobie Smulders, and she eagerly meets your thrusts, her arms and legs now seeking to envelop you, just as her body is swallowing your cock. Despite cumming just a few minutes ago, you find yourself having to fight cumming too early this second time through. Just as before, Cobie's sexual talents, and just the excitement of who she is, and how hot she is, is putting you in state of sexual excitement you've never even been close to before. But despite knowing that the only reason you are fucking Cobie Smulders right now is the packet sitting on the desk next to you, and that she may only be faking her way through this, you are determined to make this last as long as you can, and do your best to see that enjoys it, whether she intends to or not.

If she is not actually enjoying it though, she is certainly putting on another excellent performance. Her moans and movements seem genuine, as does the sweat on her body, and expressions on her face. Cobie seems to be building to orgasm, so you finally give up fighting anymore, and let yourself release deep inside of her. She calls out "Tom!", and then her slim body arches against you, her body spasming around your cock, as you continue to fill her with your cum.

When it is finally over, you are not sure what to expect from her, and there is an awkward silence for a moment before she kisses you warmly, her arms still around you.

"That was fabulous, Tom" Cobie says breathlessly. You reluctantly move out of off of her, giving her room to move to a seated position.

"I... I need to get back to my duties..." you stammer awkwardly. "I mean, I'd really like to stay, but I still have to do the paperwork on your transfer." You honestly aren't generally the love 'em and leave 'em type, but you actually do have work related things that must get done soon. You aren't sure how she is going to react though.

Cobie glares at you for the briefest of moments, then a smile breaks out and she giggles again. "Oh, you are soooo cute when you're nervous," she coos. "Don't worry about, it, Tom. I have some settling in to do here, too." She starts gathering up her clothing, as do you. Dressing quickly, you give her a quick kiss before you head out the door, feeling guilty as you lock it behind you. You do catch a glimpse of her smiling at you through the clear door as you walk away, giving a little wave, although you're pretty sure that you see her moving for the packet on the desk out of the corner of your eye as you move out of direct eyesight.

You head back down to your station, and attempt to fill out the paperwork. Not surprisingly, your mind is elsewhere, so it isn't easy going. Part of you wants to rush back to Cobie Smulders's cell, although you aren't sure for what. You also aren't sure that you'd like what you found when you got there. So you f***e yourself through the paperwork and the rest of your duties, although this isn't exactly your best work recently.

When you do check on your charges, Cobie is asl**p, or at least putting on a good show of it. You can tell that there is no sign of anything in her cell that she shouldn't have, so apparently she did attend to that before taking a nap. You want to talk to her, but can't really justify waking her, and there isn't much time left in your shift anyway. You wonder how Cobie will react to the other guards working the other shifts, although you aren't particularly worried about them developing the same relationship with her. The guy on the next shift puts on a good show of it, but is actually happily gay, and even introduced you to his partner once. The guard on the other shift is a matronly, but no-nonsense, older woman, who probably doesn't have any idea who she is, let alone to be swayed by her beauty.

So the shift heads to a close, and the next guard shows up. You fill him in on the situation with the new prisoner. Well, at least all of the stuff safe to tell him. He's interested when he finds out who it is, but his interest is merely at the novelty of having someone famous in his area, although his first thought is being able to share the news with his partner at the end of his shift.

You go home, and go through the paces of the rest of your day. The tv is on, and there is some food in there somewhere, but neither is particularly memorable. You're running on autopilot; your body is at home, but your mind is still at work, in that cell with Cobie. When you finally go to bed, you awaken to your alarm with the vague recollection that she was in your dreams.

You take extra time in the shower, and in grooming yourself for work. You f***e yourself to eat some breakfast, out of simple acknowledgement that you have to eat, even if you aren't really interested in food. Driving to work, you arrive early, then sit out in the car until your normal time, because that's when you always arrive. Looking too anxious to show up to work might not be smart.

You finally go inside, check yourself in, and make your way to your station. The overnight guard, "Grandma", as the other guards and some of the prisoners have come to call her, is sitting at the station, idly drinking some coffee when you arrive.

"Little bitch," she mutters as you approach her.

"The new prisoner?" You ask, not sure whether to be relieved or concerned. You don't want other guards getting too friendly with Cobie but you don't want to see her getting into any trouble, either. Especially if it means being transferred to another part of the jail.

"Yeah. She's a spoiled little princess. Bitched about lights out, and just about anything else she could think of." Grandma kills her coffee. "I hope she's better on your shift."

"We'll see," you muse, listening as she updates you on the rest of the prisoners, although there is really nothing new to report there. She seems anxious to leave though, perhaps to escape her newest prisoner, and you aren't inclined to delay her departure.

To your credit, you wait half an hour before you check on Cobie , making yourself attend to the start of shift paperwork and rounds of the other prisoners, saving her for last. When you do finally go to her cell, she is sitting on the edge of her bed, and a smile breaks out across your face as you stop in front of her door. She gets up and stands on the other side of the door.

"I was worried you had the day off," Cobie says, and you can actually feel the concern in her voice. "The other guards here aren't nearly as nice as you are." She smiles shyly at you. "Not that they really matter at all, since I have you."

You feel your heart melt again, and you want to open the door, rush into the cell, and just hold on to her with all your might. But the cameras are on you here, and it will be breakfast time soon anyway, when you lead all of the prisoners to the lunchroom, and there are any number of other things you have to take care of before then.

"I missed you," you admit. "I'm hoping we can talk later, but I don't want to get either of us in trouble by making people suspicious. We've got breakfast soon, and then it looks like you have visitor coming in to talk to you, so someone will come and get you for that. But maybe after lunch or something?" As always, you aren't sure how she is going to react.

"After lunch will be fine," she says, still smiling. "We can... talk." She winks at you.

There's breakfast, and lunch, and the guard coming to e****t Cobie to the visitor's room. When Cobie is with you around other guards or prisoners, she's smart enough to be cool to you, taking her cue from the other prisoners and how they act. You do your best to be cool around her publicly as well, and although you aren't as skilled at acting as she is, no one seems to notice anything.

At about an hour after lunch. you've gotten all your paperwork done for the day, and all of your other duties taken care of, or at least the ones that can be done at this time. You check on the prisoners again, still leaving Cobie for last. You aren't sure what, if anything, Cobie may have in mind for this afternoon, but you figure it's best to have your schedule open.

Once again, she is perched on the edge of her bed as you come to her door, carefully posed. Despite her drab surroundings and clothing, and being close to having spent a full twenty-four hours behind bars, she still looks fresh and beautiful.

Please," she says. "Come in, Tom." That is all the invitation you need, as you unlock her door and walk into her cell, out of range of the cameras. As you approach her, she springs to her feet and is suddenly in your arms, her mouth over yours, and it's suddenly as if you never left her cell yesterday, and anything that happened outside of it was just a dream.

"I really, really missed you, Cobie" you manage to stammer out when the kiss is finally over, wishing you could find something better to say. "You're all I could think about."

Cobie smiles back at you sweetly. "I missed you, too, Tom," she murmurs gently. She puts a hand on your chest, then slides it down your stomach and further, until it finally rests over the bulge in your pants. "I missed this too," she says, her voice getting deeper and softer, as she kisses you again.

You don't need much more encouragement than this. You undress each other, the only thing slowing down either of your efforts is the knowledge that any ripped clothing will give things away, and the need to touch each other's bodies as more and more is revealed.

When you are both finally naked, Cobie wraps her slim hand around your cock, pumping it gently. You've been hard since you entered her cell, but this only makes you harder. Pulling you gently by her grasp on your member, she guides you to the bed, where she sits down on the edge, pulling you close to her. She continued guiding you in, leading your cock to her mouth, where she teases the end of it with her tongue. Cobie plays with you like that for a minute, making you more and more excited, before finally taking the head of your cock into her mouth, her hand still wrapped around the shaft. You notice her other hand reaching down between her own legs as she sits on the edge of the bed, and her fingers begin rubbing over her clitoris as she continues to suck you, taking more of you into her mouth.

You would be content to just explode into her mouth again, like you did yesterday, but Cobie apparently has something different in mind. She takes you out of her mouth, then stands up and turns you around, pushing you down until you are seated on the edge of the bed, like she just was. She carefully climbs onto the edge of the bed on top of you, her knees on either side of your hips. Lowering herself carefully, Cobie lets the tip of your cock poke up at her opening as she keeps it tantalizingly brushing against the head, and you can feel her juices drip down on you as she does. You want to just grab her and pull her down on top of you, but she's in charge at the moment. Fortunately, you don't have to wait long, as she finally impales herself upon your cock, sliding down the length until she is sitting in your lap, facing you, her arms and yours locked around each other, your mouths again seeking each other.

Cobie begins raising herself up a little, and settling herself back down, moving up and down your cock a little. Her pussy grips you like a vise, warm and wet and wonderful, and she is well versed with how to use it to drive a man into the throes of ecstasy. She moves faster now, moving faster and further up and down on your cock, riding the full length of it. You had thought that yesterday had been the pinnacle of sexual pleasure, but you feel yourself building to something that will easily surpass anything you felt yesterday.

"Cum with me, Tom," Cobie moans into your ear. "Fill me up again... I want your cum inside of me."

Her words are enough to finish you off. You feel yourself erupting inside of her, as she slams herself down on you one last time. Even after cumming twice yesterday, you have no trouble with fulfilling her request, pouring your essence deep inside of her orgasming body.

Although the moment seems like an eternity, it finally comes to an end. Her weight collapses against you, but she makes no move to get off of you, and you are content to stay inside of her.

"That was wonderful, Tom," she finally says, kissing you softly. "But now I need to ask you for a teensy-weensy little favor..."

You don't like the sound of that, but you don't know what to say. "What do you need," you ask simply.

Cobie averts her gaze from you slightly. "You know I need some help to get through here. It sounds like I'll only be here a few weeks, but that's an awful lot of time for me. And the stuff I brought in with me will only last so long." She pauses, gauging your reaction so far. You suspect you know where she's heading, but you try not to let anything show at the moment.

She caresses your face gently, then continues. "I have a friend that can get me what I need, but I need someone to bring it inside-"

You interrupt her. "I can't do that. If I get caught doing that, I'll go to prison."

Cobie puts her finger over your lips. "I can make it worth your while... if you do this for me, I'll let you do whatever you want to me." She looks you deeply in the eyes. "Anything."... Continue»
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me and my great mom

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Guys!
To understand this New Fictional Story of mine, U must know the meaning of few Indian words, which will be constantly used herein:-
'Mangalsutra'- A necklace worn by women as symbol of her marriage.
'Saree'- A Beautiful Dress, which a majority of Indian Women wear.
'Blouse'- A Sexy Bra, worn with 'Saree'.
'Pallu'- A piece of cloth from 'Saree', to cover blouse.
'tilak'- A Red Colored circle, made from powdery stuff and applied right above forehead.

(Here it Goes)
This is sameer and my mom is Rupa. I am 19 and my mom is 39 years old now. We are a f****y of three. My father has his own business to look upon. He is a busy guy and just travels. I don't know why my father doesn't pay attention to her (I meant in terms of sex)

But my mother is really hot and mature. I started looking at her in that angle when I heard a bunch of guys in a mall secretly talking about her. They were not able to move their eyes of my mother. Then I realized the beauty of her. She is of above average height. She has perfect belly as she does all her household and the garden work for herself. The diet she takes and the household activities she does made her really sexy in building up her body well.

I completed my Senior High School and am free for like 4 months until I joined my graduation college. So, in this time, I made it a point to watch movies. Slowly they turned into Porn. Even that was not enough. And started to get acquainted with much other stuff. At this point of time, I come across i****t Stories.

I specially love the stories on mothers. I started to look my mom in a sexier look. She wears sarees mostly dark colored ones and always wears mangalasutra around her neck. This really makes her appear sexy. She being fair, the dark colored sarees used to suit her very much. She has firm breasts and good butts. She also ties her saree below her navel.

Whenever she tucks her pallu in her waist, her navel would be seen. This is the sexiest thing I have ever seen in her, yet. Even when I observe, I make it a point that she's is not observing me. I am a good boy to her. I came to know from the stories that I have read that women after marriage are sex starved and specifically those who didn't have had enough sex with their hubby. I know that my parents are far from sex or rarely have sex.

So, I decided to seduce my mom, my rupa. I took some cues from the net. I listed out step by step process to seduce her. I strongly wanted a b*****r from her (I mean he would be my son of course). First thing I decided to do is to show off my body. I started wearing vest and boxers in the house. I am an athlete since my school days itself. I also have six pack abs. When she inquired me why I was wearing only vest and boxers,
I said that it’s too hot and asked her ain't I stylish? "All actors who have good body like me wear these at homes, in movies" and she laughed. She told me that i am naughty boy. I then slowly started roaming only in my boxers. People say that I am really good looking. So, me being good looking and having good body attracted her. Sometimes she is starring me.

I don't know if she was seeing me as a woman rather than a mother. So, I started going to kitchen to help her. Now and then I started to touch or rub her and pretend that it happened involuntarily. Slowly, we both were moving freely in terms of movements. Once, while she was preparing food, she was wearing a bit low neck blouse and I could see her more of her back. Instantly

I got a hard on I went and slowly put my hands on her shoulders and made my bare chest touch her back and looked at the dish being prepared. It was chicken. I then exclaimed "wow" and kissed her on the shoulders. She thought it was unintentional. But I know that she also enjoyed. She served lunch and asked me how it was. I then told her that I would show her, how the taste was.

She asked me to show. I then stood and kissed her on the cheek. She was taken aback and asked me what I have done. I asked her whether it was any wrong to kiss my mother. But she told me that while kissing I put my hand on her waist and pressed it slightly. I then replied that it was her fault to appear beautifully to a handsome boy. We then laughed. This continued.

I started to occasionally hug her from behind and kissing her on the cheeks and fore head. The intensity of hug increased from the first time to the later times. This was not enough. I wanted her to realize that she is beautiful. So, I started to compliment her daily. She used to blush shyly if my praises increase. I told her that she would look even more beautiful in silk sarees.

She then asked "what is the necessity to appear beautiful?". Then I came to know that I must make her feel that she is missing relationship with a man. So, I started to ask about my dad. Luckily in 3 days it was the marriage anniversary of my parents and as usual my dad was out of town. I called my dad, congratulate him and asked him that I would buy some clothing stuff to my mom and myself on their marriage occasion.

He appreciated me for taking care of the f****y so much. So, I told mom to get ready for going to the market to buy something. While going to the mall I asked my mom to remove her huge tilak that she usually applies on her forehead and replace it with a shining sticker. Also, I told her to remove her mangalasutra.
She didn't accept to that. I told her that when she comes home I would decorate all of these to her and told her that this will not be of good style outside. Then she reluctantly accepted it. When we entered the shopping mall, I asked the lady present there to "show some modern stuff to my friend. My mom got surprised. I laughed at her. The Sales lady there showed some Sexy Dresses.

She took the measurements and showed some tops that had short hands almost near to the shoulders and slightly above the navel and bottoms that cover just the knees. My mom was reluctant to take them. I took her to a side and requested to take those saying that they are of new trend and people wear only of that sort outside. I told her that having a pair of that kind is always safe and finally told her that I want my mom to be in good modern outfit and there is no wrong in it.

Then she accepted to get one and she said the she wanted to try that outfit. I asked the sales girl to give a size lesser to the present one and selected the black color. Before my mom went to the dressing room I told her to free her hair. When she came out of the dressing room. She was like bomb shell. The sales girl also said that she was really good in that outfit. I told the sales girl that she would go like that.

I paid the bill and we went to another section having fancy sarees. There without me introducing anything, they were asking me what I would like to see for my wife. My mom was stunned. I whispered in her ear that "told you that you were very beautiful and young. She then reprimanded me and told me to tell the guys there she was my mom. But I said that it wouldn't be good and asked her to tell the same to them.

She then understood the situation and there I asked them to show the latest stuff. All they showed were translucent sarees. She then looked at me in unwillingness. The sales girl understood and told my wife I mean my mom that it was the latest design. I asked for black and green color saree. It was highly translucent.

They understood my taste and showed us similar kind of stuff in yellow, pink and red. Then we went to the blouses section. There I asked the sales man to show the latest designs. Then he showed some pictures and said that these would suit for your wife". This time my mother felt shy. I took the pictures and selected a design that is a low cut one. I also selected a blouse that is sleeveless and low cut and more bare back.

It is bigger in cloth than a bra. My mom's face turned red in color. Then the tailor said that this is the latest design and suits perfectly well. After the tailor took all the measurements, I took him to a side and told him to stitch tighter. He understood and told me that I wouldn't be disappointed rather come to him one day to thank him. I felt happy. I gave him some extra tip and left the mall and came home.

Soon after I reached the house, mom asked me "what is happening to you?"

I replied "Nothing is happening. You do still not know the world".

I asked her to remind and see how many ladies are in revealing outfits? And she said Almost everyone

Then? What's wrong"
Mom: "But I felt bad"

Me: Nothing to feel bad. Its common Rupa, Sorry mom
Mom: "Why are you calling me with my name as if you are my husband?

Me: "As the people in the shopping mall were constantly referring you as my wife, I got used to it"
Mom (mischievously): "It’s better if you leave it now

Me: "Sure Rupa sorry mom hahaha
Mom (mischievously): "Shut Up. You told me that you would decorate the tilak and mangalasutra back on me before we left. Remember?

Me: "Alright, I promised that I would decorate tilak and mangalasutra back on you before we left. I am ready to do so
Mom: "No need"

Me: "I promised and I have to"
Mom: "If you really want to do something for me Cut vegetables and clean kitchen tomorrow"

Me: "I will do that also. First let me do this at least."
Mom: "Its night, so I will not wear mangalasurtra, just put some tilak"

I then took some of it and put on her forehead and in between her hair.
Mom: "What are you doing? Only husband should apply it in between hair"

Me: "Anyways, I am husband to you for today Rupa! hahaha"
Mom: "Shut up you are becoming mischievous"

During the night I told her that I would sl**p with her.
Mom: "Ok

In bed. Me with out anything on my top.
Me: "Mom. To be frank you are very beautiful today"

Mom: "If you want something you can ask me directly. You need not praise me"
Me: "I am frankly saying this. You are very beautiful in that dress"

Mom: "Oh! so it is the dress not me!"
Me: "I mean you are beautifull but in that dress you are damn sexy there was some silence as it is the first time I used the word sexy. She then turned to the other side and covered the blanket. I crept into that blanket and kept my hand around her waist. At This point my bare chest is touching the bare area of her back.

Then I touched her waist with my fingers. She didn't object. I then kissed her nape of the neck. I slowly moved the saree to a side and touched the front part of her belly. She gave a moan. In the mean time we got a call. It was my dad. We talked with him for about 1 hour. She never mentioned the incidents happened in the mall. Then I came to know that even she likes it. It was late and we slept.

Next day and she was in a slightly transparent saree and a tight blouse. I could clearly make her back as she tied the saree very tightly and was working. I couldn't resist crushing her from the back but I had to control. I asked her to make cake. As all the things required for cake are in the store room and she asked me to bring them down from the store room.

I suggested that it would be better if I lifted her in my hands and she removes them. Mom and I know that it is easier for one person to stand on stool and remove them. But she accepted it. I then came to know that even she likes me touching her. I was in a T-shirt that time. I removed it immediately. She asked me the reason. I gave a silly reason saying that if any dust falls while removing the T-shirt will be spoiled.

She asked me to lift. I bent down and hugged her from below the buttocks and lifted her slowly. My lips are exactly infront of her navel. When she removed everything from there, she asked me to bring her down. I told her to check if she removed everything from there. While doing so, air from my mouth touched her navel and I knew she felt it.

She replied that everything is removed. I exclaimed "good" and kissed her navel and slowly started to bring her down. As it was a great chance, I crushed her while bringing her down. Even after putting her down I was still hugging her. And she mischievously said that "Excuse me Mr! I am already down. We both laughed and went to our work.

2 days later, we received the stitched blouses. The black one was awesome. The next day was the marriage anniversary. I brought mom to the hall, asked her to close her eyes and put two gifts in front of her and told her to open her eyes. She opened and was excited to know that I bought gifts for her. In my parents married life, as far as I remember there were no gifts to her at all.

I asked her to open the first packet. She was happy to see it. I was gold chain mangalasutra with threads at the two ends that are to be tied. She looked at me with a BIG Questionmark face. I told her that mangalasutra is the best gift on the occasion of a marriage anniversary. She felt happy and slight tears of joy came from her eyes. She opened the second packet. It was a golden waist bracelet.

I know that ladies are very fond of jewellery and my mom doesn't have a waist bracelet till now. She was spellbound happy and hugged me from front. I felt heaven and hugged her back. She asked me "what gifts does my dear want from me on this occasion?" still her hands round my neck.

Me: "you must wear the black saree with the black color matching blouse that we ordered in the mall and spend today's complete time with me".
Mom: "That I will any ways have to do as we bought it with lot of cost. Ask for any other wish I can do".

Me: "Ok then, allow me to decorate you the gifts that I bought. In that way I feel lot satisfied"
Mom: "So sweet. I will any other wish?

Me: "You must not be dull as dad is not here on this occasion. Forget him for today and see dad in me for today and be happy as always".
Mom: "Ok dear."

Mom put the mangalasutra and gold waist bracelet in front of God and prayed him.
She went to take bath and got ready in 1 hour. In the mean time I bought lot of flowers from the market. She wore the saree in the sexiest way possible to make me happy. She also wore the mangalasutra that dad tied around her neck 18 years ago.
I can see her navel through the saree.

She tied it 4 inches below her navel. Oh my God it is explainable. The blouse is very tight on her. The blouse is crushing her voluptuous breasts. I can see the upper part of her breasts and the crack front the saree clearly. She just turned back and moved her hair from there and I can see the bare back. She tied saree very tightly. So, her butts lining can be clearly made.

She turned forward and I hugged her and wishpered thanks in her ear. I asked her if I could decorate the gifts. Mom said "Very gladly I made her stand in front of the mirror. I came in front of her. Removed her pallu and she felt shy. Took the waist bracelet and standing in the front I tied it at the back. After tying, I kissed the soft white skin of her waist and the navel.

She moaned. I stood up. I shy she immediately covered her breasts back with her pallu. Anyways, it is waste to cover also. As the material is very much see through. Her tits became hard and want to come out of her blouse. Here, I asked her if I can take off the mangalasutra that dad tied.

She said "Yes darling I removed the knots that dad tied around her neck, put that chain down. I took the newly bought mangalasutra and said that I would tie it.

She said"Actually only husband has an authority to tie"

Me: "For today I am your husband or new husband rupa, remember!"
Mom: "Ok

While I was tying it around her neck, she felt shy. I put 3 knots. I said, now you are my wife Rupa! She gave small shy smile. I then kissed the part where the mangalasutra touches her neck. She moaned I showed her flowers and she turned back. I put them in her hair and kissed on them. I then took the other Mangalasutra that dad gave and tied that one also. I said" I want dad also to have fair part

She now closed her eye I took tilak and put on her fore head. Kissed the tilak Kissed her eyes, ears. I then removed the loose end of the saree. It fell down. I kissed the part where mangalasutras are hanging. Kissed the breasts moved down and kissed the navel Mom moaned "husband.

I said "Rupa my darling." I then kissed her juciy lips. We now forgot the world. We kissed each other passionately for 10 minutes in seconds I removed the hooks of her blouse. She was topless. I also removed the saree and panties. I also became nude.
We were now in deep love and hugged each other so tightly that my lovely mom crushed in my hug and no air is between us except the Mangalasutras.

I kissed on her Mangalasutra and again on lips. In no time my penis was near her va.

She asked me "What are you up to?
I replied "I want a b*****r and a son, we now kissed passionately.

she looked so hott..!!! I moved down and She spread her legs instantly, "Do you want some of my pussy?" I moved between my mom's legs and then got down between them; pulling her wet pussy lips apart I drove my tongue deep into my mom’s wet, sweet pussy! She let out a loud scream of delight I lapped up her sweet pussy juice before sucking hard on her clit. I licked and slurped away at my mom, making her moan louder and louder, I wanted to taste my her; I wanted to make her get off all over my tongue. "Oh yes! Oh yes eat my pussy! Oh god you are so good! I can't believe how good my boy is at eating my pussy! Don’t stop! Don't you dare fucking stop!" My mom wiggled around more and more, and then she began to scream so loudly! She wrapped her legs around my head and began to thrust her pussy into my face as she arched her back up. The sweet honey that came out of her pussy was incredible as she squealed and moaned, wildly wiggling around as her orgasm hit. Tasting my mom, watching my mom and listening to her made me hard. I never dreamed that i****t with my hot mom could make me so horny so quickly but it did. I had only one thought in my mind now and that was fucking my mother.

Looking down at her pussy the only thought on my mind now was fucking the hell out. I grabbed my throbbing prick, looking at her wet pussy. "Are you going to fuck me?" "Yes...can I fuck you?" My mom just nodded yes. I pressed my cock head against her wet, pussy lips. Her sweet lips parted as I pushed my cock inside of my mom. We both moaned together as I buried my cock deep inside of her. "Oooh yes! Your cock feels so good inside of me. Now fuck me hard! Fuck me." I held her by her hips as I rammed my cock in her over and over again. She moaned louder and louder as I hammered her wet, tight pussy. My gaze fixed on her huge tits bouncing around with each thrust of my cock. My mom wiggled around, moaning and arching her back as each thrust of my cock brought us both closer to our climax. I could feel myself moving closer to blowing up, I didn't know if I should or if my mom would let me cum inside of her. "......, can I cum inside of you?"

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