hand job

Author’s Note: These stories aren’t a lot of hardcore sex or anything seriously kinky, but there is cruelty and some non-consensual/reluctance included. If these are not your particular cup of tea, then this is not the story for you. Feedback is always appreciated so that my stories may become as enjoyable as possible for all my readers. Also all characters are at least 18 years old.



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Max looked in the cell at Alexandra, she had anger in her eyes. He wasn’t surprised by the behavior, but it could be very detrimental to their new forced cooperation. He knew about some of the things that happened in the coliseum, and they were not pretty. To brave through it all, they would have to actually work together.



Max and Alexandra were led to a small room to prepare for the arena games in the coliseum. The room had two massive iron gates, one that they came in through, and one that lead to the arena. A small table and two chairs were planted in the center of the room, and food had been brought out onto the table. The last meal before the slaughter.



Max sat down in a seat, and grabbed some of the food, though trying to select what would be the best fuel for him to fight for his life. Max knew that they would have to talk about strategy, so he started talking between bites, “I know you hate me, and that you have no reason to want to work with me at all, but I am stuck with you, and if you want to stay alive, then we’re going to have to work together. I’m just going to assume that you’ve never been in a fight before?”



Alexandra scowled at him, though he did make a good point about surviving, and he probably knew how to take care of himself in a fight. “No. I’m the perfect leader, and there was never any time to learn how to fight. It’s always been diplomatic strategy, since I never expected to be in this situation.”



Max nodded his head, expecting as much, “Well are you still able to use that poison stuff that you used on me? We’ll most likely be fighting other people first, and they will almost definitely have the upper hand. If you can paralyze one, I can take down the other one though.”



Alexandra nodded and timidly replied, “Well it still works, but I have to give….ummm o-oral sex. It’s the only way to make it work.”



Max held back a laugh when he realized that is why she had brought him down. “Well then we have to make sex be the first thing that comes to their mind. The point of these games is to publicly humiliate you, so I think they might have already been planning that, but just in case, I need you to loosen the top of your tunic and tie up the bottom above your belly button. Show off some skin and they’ll jump to have you stripped. They are going to win if its just a normal head on fight anyway, so just focus on saving energy and making sure they don’t hurt you too bad.”



Alexandra looked horrified that the plan mostly revolved around the other team raping her, but she knew that it would probably end up that way anyway. She nervously loosened the top of her tunic, and tied the bottom up above her stomach. She looked like a slut with her tits hanging out, but that was the attempt. She looked over and noticed that Max was shirtless, and his body was Adonis like. He had strong muscular pecs and 8 fully defined abs. “Are you trying to have someone take advantage of you too?” She said with a small laugh.



“A shirt would give them something to grab on to. Also it would just restrict movement and weigh me down.” Max explained.



They finished eating, and were led through the gates into a hallway that smelled like urine and blood. Max was mumbling something under his breath, and Alexandra realized that he was praying. Confusion just flooded her face. How could a man so horrible be praying right now? Most people didn’t even believe in the gods anymore. She shrugged and just kept walking. A little prayer certainly couldn’t hurt them.



Max was trying his best to commune with any other travelers on Ishaka. Telepathy among Travelers was quite rare, but he would try anything right now. Suddenly, blue light surged from Max’s mouth and eyes and he levitated above the ground for a few seconds, before collapsing to the ground. The guard just looked terrified of him, but kicked him and told him to keep going.



Alexandra helped him up, with an expression of awe and disbelief. His prayer must have been answered, because that certainly wasn’t anything that could be created with even the most advanced technology. She decided that no questions would be best, because she didn’t even want to know, but just hoped that whatever had just happened would be in their advantage.



Max had managed to send out an SOS with the freak event, but was not able to have two way communication. He was impressed that he had managed to communicate at all, but he knew that what he had done must have looked scary to Alexandra and the guard. Max continued on up to an even larger gate, which he could see through, and he could tell that it opened into the main arena.



Max and Alexandra were told to wait at the gate, and the guard disappeared. They could hear the crowd shouting from the stadium surrounding the arena. The arena was just a plain field of synthetic grass, with two white painted lines running parallel in the middle of the area.



A loud voice boomed throughout the arena, though it sounded like it was emitting from every possible place. “Welcome to this special performance, provided directly from your ‘Queen’.” The voice said sarcastically, and the crowd laughed and shouted at the joke. The voice continued after the crowd settled down, “This will be a 2v2 fist fight, but not to the death. We hope to have more competition from these fighters. Bets must be locked in before the fight starts. Fighters please line up at your line.”



The gate lowered into the ground and the other team came into sight and lined up at the white line nearest to them. Max nudged Alexandra and they started walking up and lined up face to face with their competition. On Alexandra’s side was a tall muscular black man with a Mohawk atop his scarred head. He was wearing what looked like padded black armor. On Max’s side, a Barbie doll looking woman faced him. She didn’t look like she had been in a fight before, except that she had on studded leather and had brass knuckles on her fingers.



Max knew that the fight was rigged from the start, but he thought that their strategy still had a chance of working, he just hoped that Alexandra would carry out the plan.



“We see two faces that we’ve seen here many times. The undefeated duo of Project 12 and Smiles. On the other side we see Maximus, the professional asshole who has betrayed the trust of everyone, by stealing the food and water that could have saved thousands of lives. He destroyed it just for his own sick pleasure. And then there is the face that everyone knows, though there’s also some other parts of her that I’d like to know. ‘Queen’……..Alexandra.” the voice said. The crowd lost it and they were all shouting and yelling.



Max knew that was bullshit. They had sold the shipments to him, which he had delivered to Trafia. But they certainly didn’t know that, and arguing would do nothing for him, so he shut his mouth.



“Are you ready. Get ready….get set….wait for it….awww fuck it just go.” The voice said along with a laugh.



The man pushed Alexandra down to the ground, before running to attack Max, as he was certainly the more threatening target. The woman moved in to get within striking distance of Max, though he closed it further and tackled her to the ground. After a moment of recovering from the shock, the woman head butted Max and disoriented him.



“Right off the bat it seems that Alexandra and Max are losing. Project 12 has started grappling with Max, and he is taking hits right and left. And here comes Smiley to get in the tangle.”



Max dodged a couple of blows, though it only took one strike with the brass knuckles to throw him off. He heard the man behind him and expected a strike from him. He flipped the woman onto the top, so that he could use her as a human shield to block the men’s attacks. He launched her into him, and quickly moved up to his feet.



Alexandra got up dazed and confused, but when she got her senses back, she charged at the man. She jumped on his back and started biting, clawing, and pulling at his hair. She knew it wouldn’t affect him much but, hoped it would slow him down.



Annoyed the man flipped her over his shoulder onto the ground, accidentally ripping her shirt open. Her creamy tits were now exposed to the crowd. She had the best breasts in the world, and he certainly noticed. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away from the fight. He pulled out an electric manacle, and clamped her hands together and threw her against the ground.



Meanwhile Max and Project 12 were sparring. Max would get twice the amount of hits onto her, but when she hit him, she hit with such force that Max couldn’t keep fighting for much longer. He guessed that she had broken more than one of his ribs. She also busted his jaw open and had probably given him the worst concussion in the world. Suddenly someone came at him from behind him, and they pinned him to the ground and attached manacles to his wrists. He saw Alexandra a few feet away in the same predicament.



“Well it looks like the fight is over, though I don’t think that Smiley or Project 12 have any intention of being done yet.” The voice said.



Smiley pulled Alexandra up to her knees and pulled her pants down to her knees. He pushed her legs apart making the view of her pussy available to everyone, as there was a big jumbotron showing the entire show in high definition. “Are you ready to get fucked like you’ve never been before?” Smiley said with a high pitched shrill voice. He got behind her and pushed her face down into the grass, while holding the chain of her manacles.



Smileys pants dropped to the ground and revealed an average sized six inch dick, that was already rock hard. He pushed himself up to the entrance of her pussy, and in one swift motion pushed himself all the way in very aggressively. He then pulled himself out and thrust all the way back in. He thrust so hard that her face slid across the grass.



Project 12 pulled Max’s pants to the ground revealing a dick that swung proudly. She stripped off all of her armor, revealing a tight body. She had slightly tanned skin, C cup breasts with perkiness and bounce, a firm ass, and a pink pussy with a small black landing strip. “How about you eat my pussy out. I don’t think you really need any punishment, after all it was really only because of that dumb slut over there that you are in this situation. You are a hell of a fighter, and you’ve got quite the body.”



She pushed Max down onto his back and squatted down over his face. She lowered her pussy lips onto his mouth. Max knew that he could delay time till Alexandra could knock out Smiley, so he stuck his tongue out and licked her pussy timidly at first, not sure exactly what to do. He licked up her outer lips and flicked his tongue at her clit. It seemed that she reacted positively to that, so he flicked his tongue repeatedly at her clit, before pressing his tongue further into her pussy. He penetrated her with his tongue, searching for anything to produce a reaction from her, and her moans certainly qualified.



Smiley was pounding his cock into Alexandra furiously. Alexandra was getting wet, even though she hated what was happening. Smiley was moving in and out of her pussy much quicker now that she was wet. He leaned forward and roughly groped her tits, juggling them in his hands, and pinching at her hard nipples.



Max was eating out Project 12′s pussy, his tongue thrusting in and out of her. He then sucked furiously on her clit, before returning to fucking her with his tongue. He heard her moaning, but payed more attention to her voice when he realized she was saying something through the moans, “I-I-I’m…..gonnnaaa……fuckingggg…..cummmm.” She said. Max realized that she was bucking and she was cumming onto his mouth as he continued to brutally fuck her with his tongue. When her orgasm was over she stood up and stood him up.



Smiley was fucking Alexandra so hard and fast that she had started to orgasm onto his dick. Smiley noticed this and pulled out of her. He let her finish before pulling her back straight up so that she was on her knees and level with his dick. He stood to the side of her so that the audience could see everything. “Suck my dick you slut. And don’t you dare try to bite or you will feel my wrath.”



Smiley opened her mouth and shoved his dick in. Alexandra sucked on his dick with some enthusiasm. She swirled her tongue around his shaft and moved her head up and down so that she created that friction to get him going. She knew that it would take a little bit of work to get him knocked out, so she just kept sucking and moving her head up and down his rod.



Project 12 pushed Max forward in front of Alexandra. “God that was great fucking pussy eating. For that you get a reward. I’ll let you cum, though it’ll be on to that slut’s tits.” Max struggled and tried to run away, but Project 12 grabbed him and position him right over Alexandra. Project 12 started stroking Max’s now hard dick, though she jacked him off hard and fast so that she could make him cum on Alexandra’s tits. Max had already been aroused by eating out Project 12 and he knew he couldn’t last long. He struggled every second to hold in his load, so that he didn’t let her humiliate their team even worse.



Alexandra had almost stopped sucking Smiley’s dick when she heard that Max was cumming on Alexandra’s tits. Smiley grabbed the back of her head and made her keep sucking. She kept hoping that the poison would take effect already.



Max felt himself ready to cum, and he shouted out, using every ounce of power to keep himself from cumming. His eyes started glowing red and his muscles rippled. Suddenly he broke free of his manacles and launched Project 12 ten feet back onto her ass.



Smiley moved away from Alexandra to fight Max, but suddenly he passed out onto the ground. Alexandra unlocked her manacles and removed them, before approaching Project 12.



Max had pinned Project 12 on her stomach. He spotted the manacles in Alexandra’s hands. Alexandra understood what he was thinking and clamped them on Project 12′s wrists. “Good job Max” Alexandra said with a big smile.



“Wait a second. Did they just completely reverse the fight. What the hell just happened? Why did Max’s eyes turn red?” The voice boomed around the arena.



Alexandra flipped Project 12 onto her stomach, exposing her to the crowd who were screaming and shouting angrily. “How about you cum on this slut’s tits Max?” Alexandra said with a vengeful laugh.



Max nodded his head in agreement, before jerking his rock hard dick off. He shot out strings of cum all over Project 12′s tits and even some straight onto her face. Suddenly he felt something in his neck and he pulled a dart out, and realized that he had just been drugged and was about to say ‘oh shit’ before he collapsed on top of Project 12.



To be continued…

Before I start, let me say that my sister in law, we will call her Amber, has never spent very much time talking with me. I am fifteen years older than her and I didn’t think we had much in common. We would make small talk and every so often she would talk to me about sports and that was it. She wasn’t rude but never went out of her way to try to get to know me as I had first tried with her. She is a cute girl, with long hair and a great body with huge tits. Here is how I found out about her body.



For the first two years I knew her, I never saw her in anything other than a big sweater or very large t-shirt. I just thought she really didn’t care about what she looked like until one day in the summer when I was in the pool. Amber came up on the deck and asked how the water was. I told her it was great. That’s when my opinion of her changed very quickly.



She took off her shorts revealing some long attractive legs and then she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head and my heart skipped a beat. She had on a very plain one piece swim suit but contained in it was the biggest pair of tits I had ever seen on a girl her size. They were easily DD if not bigger. I could not stop staring at her. She got in the pool and started swimming around and I tried to think of something else.



About ten minutes after she started swimming around she came over to shallow side of the pool where I was leaning against the wall drinking a beer. She didn’t stand all the way up but she was kind of crouched down just enough for her tits to be right above the water line. Amber then just started talking to me like we were old friends. She was joking and talking about sports with me and then she asked for a beer. I told her they were on the deck in the cooler. She swam away and got two beers and brought them back. She handed one to me and kept one for herself.



I opened mine and took a drink and watched her struggle with the cap. All the while, I was really watching her big tits being squeezed together as she struggled. Finally she gave up and asked me to open it. I jokingly asked what’s in it for me and to my great surprise Amber responded that I already had been rewarded enough because she knew I was staring at her tits the entire time she was trying to open the beer. We both laughed and that was it that day as my wife and brother in law then joined us in the pool.



About two weeks later my wife came outside and told me her brother and Amber were coming over and I said OK. This time I was cleaning the pool. When they arrived I spoke to my brother in law for about ten minutes as Amber went in the house with my wife. Then out came Amber wrapped in a towel and my brother in law went in the house.



Amber and I started talking and she asked if I minded if she floated around on a raft while I cleaned the pool. Of course I said OK and this time I was smarter, I had on sunglasses so she wouldn’t know I was staring at her tits. What I was not prepared for was what happened when she took off the towel. She had bought a new swim suit that was nothing like the plain one from a couple weeks ago.



As she got in the pool and got on her raft she asked if I liked her new suit and I laughed and told her it was great but she might not want to make any sudden movements because she might give a show she didn’t want to give. The suit was still a one piece but it was cut higher on the thigh and had a very deep v-neck design that showed a lot of cleavage. She laughed at me and called me a perv. I kept cleaning the pool and Amber floated around adding to her already great tan. My wife and her brother came out and asked if we would mind if they ran over to their parents house as they had just spoke with them and they needed some help with something. We asked if they needed help and they said no so we told them we would see them when they got back.



As I finished cleaning the pool Amber got off the raft to help me put away the equipment. She was handing me stuff and I was fumbling with it and she laughed and told me this would go quicker if I stopped staring at her tits and just put the things away. I laughed and told her to be quiet and give me the things.



When I got back in the pool Amber was swimming around and I sat on the steps in water up to my mid chest. She swam over to me and we started talking and again she mentioned her new suit and kind of modeled it a little and I laughed again and told her she better not jump around too much in it or she was going to give a show she might not want too. She laughed and looked and me and started bouncing up and down in the water and as she did so, her big tits were bouncing too.



I made no effort to look at anything except her tits. She did this for about thirty seconds and when she stopped she laughed because she noticed me look up at her face instead of her tits. She walked toward the steps and looked down and told me that I was wrong, the suit held them in. I laughed and said barely. Obviously she hadn’t noticed or didn’t care but both of her tits were almost falling out and one was clearly just barely container her nipple. I pointed this out and laughed and she started fixing them. I told her not to fix them because of me. She then sat down on the stairs next to me and continued repositioning them and I had the perfect view.



She pulled the shoulder straps off to the side of each arm a little and I watched and she worked them back down in the suit and just as she was done she looked at me and laughed and asked if I had been watching the entire time and my response was of course and I told her there was no way I was missing that. We both laughed and it was at that moment I knew things had really changed. She didn’t pull the straps all the way back up on her shoulders and she started talking to me about all kinds of stuff we had never even spoken about.



We each had a couple of beers and continued talking and joking around and splashed each other and then the next change happened. I was kind of floating around on my back and we were talking and she dunked me under the water. I came up laughing and told her she was in trouble now and that she had seen what I do to my wife when she dunks me and fights with me in the pool. Amber just laughed.



I swam toward her and she tried to get away but I caught her soon enough and got her from behind. I should say that I am a very good swimmer and Amber is not. When my wife and I do this I usually grab her from behind and pull her under and we kind of wrestle around some and then I bring her back up and do it again. So I pull Amber under the same way I do with my wife. She starts struggling and fighting with me and I bring her up and we are laughing and still playing around. Well the one thing neither of us thought about were the straps that were now even lower and her tits were half out.



As I am holding her we both realize her tits are almost completely out. I have her arms wrapped up and we are still playing around but I turn her around and let her go so she can cover up. Much to my surprise instead of covering up, she now comes toward me and grabs me and tries to dunk me again. She is laughing the entire time and so am I. I grabbed he and pulled her under with me and we come back up and we are bout a foot apart. That last dunk was all it took to completely free her tits.



As we are standing there I am staring right at her tits and she looks down and said well I guess you were right about this suit and starts laughing. She is still making no attempt to cover up and I figure I would press it a little further to see what happens. I move toward her and she reaches out to push me away just like we had been doing a few minutes before but I am too fast and in a few seconds I am behind her with my arms wrapped around her and we are playing around except now I am not holding her by her arms, I have my arms around her body and my hands on her tits. We are laughing but I know she is getting into it because her nipples are rock hard and they are huge. What is even more obvious is that I am enjoying it because my cock is hard and keeps rubbing against her ass.



I am no longer even playing like I am fighting with her now, I just have as much of each of her tits in my hands as I can hold and she is grinding her ass against my cock. I move us back over toward the steps and I sit down with her on top of me. It is at this point I figure I should say something and I ask her what we should do about this and she said she didn’t know but she didn’t want me to stop. So I kept playing with her big tits and much to my surprise I feel a hand reaching back and she is now rubbing my cock through my suit. I am not a big guy so I will not say she is amazed by my length but I am rather thick and she just keeps rubbing and rubbing my cock. After a few more minutes of this I can’t take it anymore.



I reach down and un-tie my suit and push it down so my cock springs out. I grab her arms and turn her around and she looks down at my cock and grabs it again and I grab her big tits again. She surprises me at this point and pushes me up the steps so my cock is out of the water. She continues to stroke it and I keep playing with her tits for a few more minutes. Then the ultimate surprise, I am looking at her and she smiles at me and lowers her head down to my cock and takes it in her mouth. She is giving me an amazing blow job and all I keep thinking is how much I don’t want it to end. She continues sucking my cock and looking up at me and jerking me off too.



After what felt like an hour but I know was only about five minutes I tell her that I am going to cum and she lifts herself up and starts jerking me off with her tits right in front of my cock. After a few more strokes I start to cum. The first shot goes just to the right of her face and lands in the pool with some on her should and then the next shot gets her from her cheek all the way down to her tits. The next few shots all land on her tits and she is still pumping my cock like she wants more.



Finally she stops and we look at each other and both laugh. I told her that she has to wear that suit more often. She laughs and backs away and grabs a towel off the deck and wipes most of the cum off her tits and face. She then goes under water and rinses any more off and comes up right back in front of me. My cock is now laying down and there is a small puddle of cum on my stomach which she washes away. I drop down a couple of steps and pull my suit up and tie it and she puts her big tits back in her suit and pulls the straps up.



We both look at each other and she leans in and gives me an incredible kiss and says if we can keep this a secret we can have more fun. I smile and tell her I can keep a secret.



More to come.

The idea of a teenage slumber party, where gorgeous pubescent girls and guys all sleep semi-naked in a room together is something most of us would walk a million miles for. I was lucky enough to find myself at one accidentally.



I was 19 at the time and in my first year of a diploma course. My college friend Dan, whom I had recently met, had for the first time, rented an apartment of his own. It was a fairly old, ground floor bedsit, with just the one room containing a double bed and kitchenette, and a small bathroom. But it was his and his alone. And that made it novel and exciting for all of us.



Dan was particularly excited, of course, and celebrated with a house-warming party. He and his gorgeous girlfriend Sara invited myself, Natalie, Lisa and Emily (all of whom were friends of Dan’s) to the pokey little flat for a Friday night drinking session.



We all got fairly hammered and long past midnight, when talk began of getting home, Dan suggested that we just crash for the night in the room with him. He had plenty of spare bedding because the apartment had come with comforters and blankets, and he had brought several of his own with him when he moved in. So we lay out an unzipped sleeping bag and some blankets over the floor, and placed the comforters on top, roughly designating three sleeping areas; but really just creating one, big floor-sized bed.



There was some brief chat about the arrangements. Dan and his girlfriend would have Dan’s double bed by the window and the rest of us would be under the three comforters that took up much of the floor. Natalie would sleep under a duvet of her own to the left of me, in a spot closest to the foot of the bed, and Lisa and Emily would lay together under a shared comforter, a few feet down from me on the right. I would be housed under my own comforter in between.



The three comforters had been laid out in such a way that they overlapped, as there was barely room for one to be spread out to its full extent. The distance between the four of us on the floor was not great — I could have reached out a fully-stretched arm on either side and collided with Lisa and Emily or Natalie — but it was not cramped and with my arms resting at my side, I had enough space and comfort, I thought, for a few hours sleep.



It hadn’t escaped the attention of my teenage loins that I was sharing this big makeshift bed-on-the-carpet with three incredibly sexy 18 year old girls. But it didn’t fully register until we began to get ready for bed. I was the first to get ready and, whilst the others were still talking, I pulled off my jeans, socks and shirt and clambered under the comforter in my boxer shorts. Dan took off his khaki trousers, getting into bed in his T-shirt and shorts.



Given the shared nature of the space, the girls were perhaps a little more conservative in what they chose to wear. Sara got changed at the pillow-end of the bed which was just outside my view, so I couldn’t see what she did (or didn’t) have on when I heard the bedsprings squeak as she climbed in.



Natalie had changed her clothes in the bathroom and entered the room in a peach-coloured vest which revealed her tanned stomach, and a pair of pale pink pyjama bottoms. Her figure was quite tall and slim with a deliciously round pair of rather large breasts. It occurred to me for the first time quite what a pleasant idea it was to think I would be sleeping in such close proximity to the three gorgeous girls.



As Natalie got under her comforter, Emily and Lisa were still giggling about something they had been discussing privately and, without much apparent conscious thought to what they were doing, began to undress for bed. It felt like I had won the lottery to see so much flesh from these two gorgeous blondes.



Lisa removed her outer shirt to show a skimpy sleeveless vest. And they each removed the jeans they were wearing – Lisa revealing a pair men’s boxer shorts with Daffy Duck printed on front, and Emily a pair of white cotton panties, frustratingly concealed by the long Nirvana T-shirt she kept on. They got under the duvet to my right.



When we were all safely beneath our respective parts of the “bed”, Sara turned out the bedside lamp and the room was plunged into darkness. We talked and messed around for a while until the spaces between conversation grew longer and eventually a silence pervaded the room.



It was not a pin-drop silence but rather, that unmistakable silence you find when sharing a room of sleep with a number of people. There were sounds of breathing, of the ocassional throat clearing or a stifled yawn, and the noise of some rearranging of bodies in order to get more comfortable.



With the heavy-lined curtains in Dan’s room, we were plunged into a ‘hotel-room’ darkness to which our eyes could barely adjust. I lay listening to the silence for a while and once again felt a tingle of excitement at the idea I was to sleep so close to the half-naked girls.



I found particularly exciting the fact that I could feel the physical warmth of their bodies on either side of me. And the fact that with my arms beneath the sheets, and the comforters overlapping as they were, I could slide a hand along just a few feet in either direction, and it would be met by the young flesh of one of these divine young women… maybe it would be the baby-soft skin of Natalie’s exposed stomach. Or perhaps if I reached in the opposite direction I might find the warmth of Lisa’s shoulder, or Emily’s neck, as the two girls were laying further down from me. It was all theoretical, of course, because at that point, I did not dare do any such thing.



But, exciting as these thoughts were, and being a teenage boy, I instinctively reached down and pressed the outside of my boxer shorts. I had a growing erection and whilst it was not my plan to do anything about it — the movement and noise would be far too risky, especially when it was unlikely that everyone was asleep yet — I nevertheless gave it a nice but careful squeeze.



Unsurprisingly, it felt so good that I lingered there longer than I had planned, never moving my arm too much but just pressing down against the tip. I was turning myself on more than I had intended and started to rub gently at the bulge. After a few more exquisite moments of this, each one fueled by the tantalizing notion of the half-naked beauties surrounding me, I became a little more daring and finally, very gently pulled the waistband of my shorts down over my penis. Shuffling ever so slowly up the bed, I maneuvered my shorts down past my buttocks until they were a few inches shy of my thighs.



Fearing suddenly that my actions may have been been heard, I returned my arms to my side with my heart thumping and lay completely still. My erection, now free from the constriction of my shorts, felt more delicious than ever, pressing up against the cotton of the duvet.



After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, I plucked up the courage to return my hand to my groin and have a slow, careful stroke. A much heavier silence now hung over the room. I could hear the breathing pattern of at least two sleepers from somewhere nearby. But I also became aware that Natalie, to my left, might be still awake. I heard her rub her eye and let out a soft sigh that, although sleepy in sound, was unmistakably that of a part-wakeful human being.



I found myself feeling disappointed and irritated that she was still awake and might become aware of the masturbation I now so desperately wished to carry out. It occurred to me she may already be aware. She may have even sensed me pulling my pants down. To cancel out this worry, and to avoid her having any cause for suspicion, I moved my hands out to my pillow and readjusted my sleeping position so that I was on my side with my back to her. This action would appear, I believed, to be that of an innocent sleeper maneuvering himself into a more comfortable position.



Facing in the direction of Lisa and Emily’s part of the floor now, I listened out in the darkness for clear signs that either of the two girls were still awake. Their breathing was calm and quiet and I soon grew confident enough to return a hand to my now throbbing loins.



I faced another frustrating problem when I realized that, laying on my side, I only had my left hand free. As a right handed man, this gave me nowhere near the desired angle or leverage on my ‘equipment’ and eventually I lost the inclination entirely, and decided I may as well just go to sleep. It was too awkward and risky. I decided to resort to hoping for a sexy dream instead, to relieve the hunger. It would have been a logistical nightmare anyhow, I reasoned, had I ejaculated. I returned my left hand to join my right, under the pillow, and settled down to sleep on my side.



It is impossible to say whether I did indeed fall asleep for a while, or if I just hovered at that hazy border between sleeping and waking, but one thing I know for sure is that I was very much awake for what happened next.



All of a sudden, from Lisa and Emily’s side of the bed (which I was still facing), I felt a hand cautiously reach out and brush the skin of my thigh. I froze in shock and suspense, but didn’t move. I had no idea if it was Lisa or Emily’s hand, or whether the owner of the hand knew that I was still awake, but I decided it safer to lie still and pretend to be sleeping in case whoever it was stopped.



The hand very gently ran along the skin of my right thigh and over the material of my shorts up over my buttock. I remembered suddenly that my shorts were still pushed down beneath my crotch. The hand seemed to realize this at the same moment and I felt it follow the waistband around from my backside to the front of my thighs. The excitement of this silent, anonymous molestation was so intense that I felt my hard-on returning. Still I remained motionless as if fast asleep.



The hand gently wandered up the front of my shorts until it found where they stopped, just short of my groin. I buried my mouth in the pillow to stifle any audible changes to my breathing.



The long-fingernailed hand rose up past the waistband and pressed softly at my pubic hair. It was a delirious eternity as I waited to see when the owner of the hand would discover the stiff erection sticking out a few centimetres away. The moment it did, my mystery girl’s fingers took gentle hold of the shaft.



The sensation was indescribably delicious. I have rarely felt so aroused as I did at that moment in Dan’s dark room, amid a bedsheet-sea of semi-clad teenage babes, one of whom had her uninvited hand wrapped around my cock.



Even more erotic to me became the fact that, seeing as Emily and Lisa were sleeping a few feet down from where I was on the floor, my eager erection could only be a foot or so away from the mouth of whichever girl was abusing me in the dark.



Almost as quickly as I had formed this thought, I felt the owner of the hand quietly lift their head from off the pillow below and lower it under the edge of my comforter. Shortly afterwards I felt my seducer move her upper body until it was inches away from my legs.



Within a few seconds I felt the material of a T-shirt press against my thighs. So it was Emily. I remembered how appealing she had looked in her tiny cotton panties. I felt her warm breath on me as she slowly slid up my body until I sensed her mouth was perilously close to the tip of my penis. She lightly ran her tongue along the side and, when she reached the top, swallowed the end.



I was met by the exquisitely warm, damp cavern of her mouth. I pretended to move a little ‘in my sleep’ and pressed my hips closer toward her, pushing my cock further into her moist throat..



Something told me it was now safe to let her know I was conscious. Reaching a hand down to touch her back, I wrestled for a while to find an entrance to the oversized T-shirt. I could reach only a few inches down her spine but the flesh felt deliciously soft and warm.



Taking her lips off my shaft, she shuffled a little higher and closer under the covers, lifting her shirt at the front to offer me greater access. I slid a hand beneath and found the flat, smooth skin of her abdomen. Switching my caress higher, I found her neck and traced the skin down with my finger until I felt the bulge of a generous cleavage, caused by the sideways angle at which she was laying.



Continuing to allow me access to her chest, Emily’s lips found their way back around my penis and she began to suck on it again, this time masturbating me with a slow hand while she did so. It was a magical feeling, in the dark, receiving a discreet blow-job from this beautiful young blonde.



While she sucked on me, I played with her warm breasts and felt them harden with goose bumps, the nipples grow beneath my fingertips. The T-shirt was riding up above her tits but it was still frustrating (and exciting) not to have easier access.



I trailed my fingers down her stomach until they found the upper edge of her panties. I could reach no further so Emily paused for a moment, allowing my cock to spring from her mouth, and again she shuffled her body quietly but efficiently up toward me.



When she resumed her sucking, I had sublime access to her heavenly soft thighs, with their impossibly smooth insides, and the crotch to her drenched little panties. Peeling them away, I reached inside and found the wet, warm dew of her pussy. And sliding a solitary finger down the middle, I felt her jolt with pleasure for a moment, my cock still filling her mouth.



As I continued to rub slowly and secretly, the sensation must have flowed through her because she seemed less able to suck me off at the same time. She broke off and started to concentrate instead on what I was doing to her. She was still very quiet but I could hear from under the sheets her breathing had quickened. I slid my fingers into her slippery cunt and pressed down at the top with the palm of my hand. I could feel her push her soaking little crotch harder against my fingers with every motion.



My free hand found her breasts and played with their round flesh. Once again I was restricted by the T-shirt riding above them and I was pleased when suddenly I felt her take it off.



I had a shock however when I realized that Emily’s arms were both reaching towards me under the duvet as the T-shirt was removed.



This was not possible unless…



Somebody else were taking it off for her?



No sooner did I have the thought than I felt a second pair of hands pull the T-shirt away from Emily’s head and take hold of her breasts from behind. Now there were two major developments to observe… Lisa was awake. And she had just stripped Emily.



I felt a rush of movement and realized that Lisa’s hands were touching Emily all over. I also felt them stray to caress my thighs. I reached down for what I guessed was Lisa. I couldn’t get far but discovered she too was now topless in the dark beneath the comforter cover. This was too fucking good to be true!



Caring much less about making a noise but still being sensible, I moved my body farther down, towards the two girls. In return I felt Lisa move her body closer to mine, with Emily, in now just a tiny pair of damp panties, sandwiched inbetween. I could sense that Emily and Lisa were kissing beneath the sheets, but I could hear very little that confirmed it for certain. They seemed to be masters of the clandestine sexual encounter.



I went to return my hand to Emily’s pussy only to find that her pants had now been removed and Lisa had taken over the duty of massaging her wet slit. I placed my hand on top of Lisa’s for a while and the two of us hand-fucked Emily until she was helpless, writhing against us. Tracing Emily’s right arm with my hand, I found that she was vigorously rubbing Lisa’s own naked snatch in return for the favour.



The next few minutes were a dreamy blur of sensual confusion, a blind man’s orgy. I played with any piece of naked flesh I could find, everything and anything I could lay my hands on. I mean, how often do you get to feel up two 18 year old lesbians while they make out? It wasn’t an everyday event, then or now.



I remembered how hot Lisa’s ass had looked in hipster jeans earlier that evening, and was determined not to miss out on the opportunity of touching it in the flesh. So I reached over to get access to it. In the process of doing so, my cock – which was still bolt upright — pressed itself firmly against Emily’s tits, an unintentional but desirable side-effect. I found the tight flesh of Lisa’s ass and gripped the firm buttocks with my hands, pushing her down harder on to Emily’s fingertips.



It is impossible to say which one went first, but within the space of the next forty-five seconds, the two girls had enormous orgasms. I continued to squeeze Lisa’s ass as I felt her start to jerk spasmodically against Emily’s hand. Meanwhile Emily bucked up and down against Lisa’s finger-fucking, letting out barely concealed pants of ecstasy. None of us seemed to care in the slightest whether the others in the room could hear, but out of politeness we remained as quiet as we could in the circumstances.



So erotic was the situation and so determined was I not to be left out that whilst guiding Lisa’s ass back and forth, I stole the opportunity to thrust my slippery cock against Emily’s generous breasts. I wasn’t able to make myself cum like this, but Emily and Lisa were cumming enough for three of us at that moment. It felt like a blissful age before the two of them finally stopped shuddering and removed their hands from between one another’s legs.



The room became perfectly still and calm again. There was no noise from the others. Perhaps they had simply slept through? We hadn’t made so much noise, had we? I wondered if this was to be the end of the excitement but it wasn’t long before I felt Emily turn her body towards me again and return my erection to her hot mouth. It felt even better with the new urgency that flooded through me.



I could feel Lisa, who was still on her side, lean up and over Emily, so that the two girls’ heads and chests were parallel and available to my groin. My cock was released from Emily’s mouth and within seconds I felt a new mouth clamp itself around the tip. Or was it a new mouth? It was impossible to tell and all the more erotic for it.



I found that Emily now had her right arm around Lisa, allowing her friend to get in closer, and that Lisa’s upper body and breasts were pressed softly against Emily’s side. This enabled me perfect access to each girls’ exquisite pair of tits. I alternated playing with each, with the same regularity that their mouths alternated sucking on my dick.



Lisa used her free arm to simultaneously jerk me into whichever mouth it was that was doing the sucking. The two girls seemed to be teasing each other with their possession of my erection, passing it to one another’s mouth to be swallowed or sucked a few brief times before swapping again.



Pushing their breasts out so they were more or less housed together in a heavenly line, the girls would also break away from sucking and Lisa’s hand would wank and gently slap my cock against the two pairs of increasingly slippery tits.



By now the bed covers had completely fallen away and all three of us were exposed to the air of the pitch dark room, caution all but thrown to the wind. I remained on my side but stuck my hips out, fucking rapidly against whatever it was — hand, mouth or breast — the girls chose to present to my cock. I could feel a powerful orgasm swirling about inside of me, rising by the second, and I realised I was about to cum on my two naked lesbian lovers.



When, suddenly…



The bedside light came on.



“What’s going on?”.



It was Sara’s voice.



“What the fuck?” I heard Dan exclaim in surprise.



Natalie shrieked.

There are many advantages to being a homeowner. But, It’s a lot harder to keep a house clean than a rental apartment. We bought our house a couple of years ago and although money has been tight, we have a crew come once every three or four weeks to clean. I tried doing it on my own, almost every day for a year, but I just need help sometimes, and it’s worth every penny. When we started having the crew come, I never would have imagined that one day I’d do what I did with the head girl, Tonya and her friend, Alex.



Tonya is a 28-year-old pretty, busty, black girl with long, wavy hair that she usually keeps tied up. She’s attractive even in the sweats and sneakers she wears while working. When she first started working for me, she’d come in with her mom and two or three other girls to help. It was amazing, with all five of them, the house would be spotless in an hour. They worked quickly and did a much more efficient job than I ever could!



About five months after they’d been coming to clean, Tonya’s mom stopped coming along. She’d let Tonya take over the business so she could ease into retirement. I really liked Tonya. In the one hour she was here she was pleasant, thorough and we’d often joke and share stories, and, I loved living vicariously through her single status life. We grew closer over the next few months and we often confided in each other. I didn’t even realize that I was so attracted to her until, one day, after cleaning and story swapping; she suggested that we hang out one night and drink some wine. Without hesitation, I said “sure!” But then I wondered to myself “did she just hit on me?” I didn’t think too much more about it and invited her to come hang out with me that coming Thursday night, when I knew my husband would be working late and the kids would be asleep.



That Thursday night came, and Tonya showed up right on time, at the door with a bottle of red wine in her hand and a smile on her face. She was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and a white tank top that revealed a tattoo on her upper, left breast. On her feet were open toe sandals and her hair was down and blown out. As I let her in the door I noticed she smelled really nice. And I blushed as I told her so.



Tonya smiled and said: “Oh, I just showered. I wanted to be nice and fresh for you.” Immediately at that point, I realized she was flirting with me and although it was somewhat unexpected, I loved that. I was wearing a brown cotton, sleeveless, deep V-neck dress and was barefoot. My hair was down but still a little damp from the shower I had just taken.



“You smell really nice, too.” She said and I thanked her and took her by the hand into the kitchen. I also thanked her for the wine and asked if we should order some Italian food to eat with it. “Sure, that sounds great” she replied and remarked “I’m starving”! I take the wine and two glasses out from the cabinet and grab the bottle opener from the drawer and ask her to get us started while I find the menu. She smiled broadly and said, “I’ll be happy to take care of that if you order me some Chicken Parmesan, please”. I smile and say: that sounds really good, maybe I’ll get some salad and pasta to go along with it”. She winked and said “Yum”.



We each had two glasses of wine and some very interesting conversation before the food arrived. She told me that she’s bisexual and I told her that I related. I confided that I’d always been attracted to people that are self confident and sexy, no matter their gender. Then, she came right out and told me she’s attracted to me! I almost fell out of my chair- in shock because I hadn’t felt sexy in a long time. Luckily, there was a knock at the door to distract me and I grabbed my wallet to pay for the delivery and quickly went to the door.



Now, the delivery guy has always had a crush on me. Again, I wasn’t sure why but I always noticed him flirting every time we ordered pizza. I never acted on it because my husband was always home when we ordered. It crossed my mind to invite him in but I really wanted to get back to my spicy conversation with Tonya. I paid the delivery guy and he said “Thank you, Miss. I hope to see you again soon”. I thought: hmm, maybe one day…” and took the bag of food over to the kitchen table where Tonya was opening the second bottle of wine I put out.



I took the food out of the bag, grabbed some plates and utensils and took a big sip of wine. And when I turned around to face Tonya, she stood up and kissed me on the mouth. Our lips parted and she pulled me in closer to her. I slid my tongue into her mouth and I felt her two tongue rings. I always knew she had piercings and our next conversation would tell me just how many she had and where she had them.



We disengaged and sat down, each smiling and I was parched. I said, “I need some water. Can I get you some too?” “Yes, please” She remarked and added, “I’m going to get started on this food, I’m hungry”. “Please help yourself,” I said; and she replied: “don’t worry, I will!”



We ate quickly and chatted some more. I found out how many tattoos she had and where she had them. I especially loved the tiger above her left hip. She also told me her tongue rings were great for eating pussy. I blushed and said, “I hope to find out some time”.



Tonya looked me in the eyes and said, “I think you will find out, and I think you’ll love it”.



Just as we were finished eating and the atmosphere was seemingly closing in on the two of us, we hear the buzz of the garage door opening. Our evening would have to end. My husband was home.



Sadly, my husband is not sexually adventurous and he would never understand or participate in a threesome. In the past, he’s told me he’d leave me before watching me have sex with anyone else. That used to be okay for me, but now, that mind-set has left me feeling unfulfilled.



My husband walks in from the garage door entry and says hi to Tonya and me but then complains that he’s tired as he starts to unbutton his shirt and walk upstairs. As he walks away, he asks me to fix him some of the Italian Food to eat in the living room while he catches up on TV.



“Umm, okay.” I say and start to make him a plate. I frown.



Tonya looks at me and says, “how about we do this another time?” I smile and tell her I would like that.



I spend the rest of the night feeling elated by Tonya, and defeated by my husband but not defeated enough to take another shower so I can pleasure myself thinking about her and the delivery guy and me… and I hold the hand held shower device between my loins and slowly raise the water temperature and switch on the massage setting. My husband is oblivious while I orgasm in the bathroom, fantasizing about a continuation of my exciting evening. I cum really hard against the shower wall, as the pulsating, hot water rinses my juices away. I’m satisfied but I can’t wait till the next time Tonya comes around.



Nearly three weeks roll by and Tonya’s mom calls me to set up the next cleaning appointment. I schedule the appointment for the late afternoon on the upcoming Tuesday because I have errands to run in the morning and I want the house to be as clean as possible by the time my husband gets home from work. The closest time they have is 3:30pm, which I think is very accommodating.



Tonya is always punctual and this appointment was no exception. She rings the doorbell at 3:25 and I scramble to answer, as the kids are running around me. I open the front door and notice instead of the usual three girls with her, there are two girls and a guy.



“This is my friend, Alex.” Tonya introduces and explains: one of the girls called out sick today, so Alex is being a good best friend and helping us out today.



I smile and look up his tall frame and say “nice to meet you, Alex”. He’s slender, but built, and has big hands. And, I imagine he has a big dick to match. He smiles back and heads in with the rest of the crew and they set to work while I try to contain the kids. I think to myself: this would have been a good time to use a babysitter!



Tonya is cleaning the kitchen while I’m straightening up, and getting toys off the floor. She looks at me and says, “You know, you’re the last one on our shift. Can me and Alex hang out after we’re done?”



I’m a little taken aback but I think out loud, “My husband has another meeting tonight, if I can get in touch with the sitter, it might work out”.



“Good.” She says in agreement. Then adds “When we’re done here, we’ll drop the girls off and come back if you can get the sitter by then”.



“I’ll see what I can do” I say, knowing the sitter is only a few blocks away and will give the kids dinner for me at her house. I call the sitter to confirm and then I confirm with Tonya.



“Good, we’ll be back in a half hour.” She says to me, then, leaves with Alex and the girls.



The front door closes and I scramble to get the kids over to the sitter. I try to remain calm and thank the sitter at her door, while getting the kids inside, for helping out at the last minute while I get some quiet time to myself. No questions asked. Great. I get back to the house with a few minutes to spare so I run up to the bathroom, slip off my jeans and wash my pussy in the bathtub and freshen up as best I can in the little time I have. I jump in a fresh pair of lacy, grey panties, pull my jeans back on and change my top to something clean and comfortable, a classic black tee shirt.



Just as I finish pulling myself together, I hear a knock at the door. My heart races for a minute then I remind myself that my husband’s working late and the kids are at the sitter for another hour and a half. I try my best to calm down but I’m surely flushed when I let Tonya and Alex back in.



“How about something to drink?” I ask and Alex asks “how bout some vodka?” “Okay,” I say “but I don’t have a lot of time and I’m not drinking”.



“No problem” Tonya says “but I could use a drink after this long day, and then there’s something we should take care of”.



“Okay” I say, coyly, and then head over to the liqueur cabinet and retrieve an open bottle of vodka and two highball glasses. Then I head over to the fridge to get some juice and ice cubes. I mix up some drinks for them and hand them to Alex and Tonya.



They take the drinks and then Alex’s phone rings. He says: “excuse me” and goes into the other room to answer it.



Tonya turns to me, drink in hand and asks me to check out the bedroom with her. I nod and lead her upstairs with me. She assures me, not to worry, Alex will be up soon. We walk through my bedroom door and immediately; we start to make out with each other. As she’s kissing me, I stick my right hand in the middle of her pants and then she sits me down on the bed. She puts her drink down and lays me back and then she tells me to unbutton my jeans. I do as she tells me. Then, she pulls my jeans off by tugging at them from my thighs, then ankles. I sit up and reach to take her tee shirt off, and she pulls it off her head. She’s wearing a pink, underwire bra and again, she leans me back, and this time, she pulls off my lacy panties.



“Very nice” she remarks at my completely waxed bikini area.



I scoot back on the bed and then she comes halfway on the bed too, and puts her face between my legs. As she spreads my outer lips with her fingers, Alex walks through the door. I look up to see a huge smile on his face and a stiffening bulge in his b-ball shorts. I signal for him to come to me and he eagerly obliges. As he approaches me, I release his monster cock from his shorts and sit up a bit to put it in my mouth, all while she’s going down on me.



Alex’s dick is so big, I can barely get much more than it’s head in my mouth, so I take it out to stroke and lick along his shaft. As I lick and suck Alex, Tonya is licking and sucking my labia, slowly, encircling closer towards my clit. I gasp for air as she inserts an index finger from each hand into my hot hole simultaneously. Alex reaches his hand in back of my head and helps me take him further in my mouth. He then reaches under my shirt to slip it off over my head and I release his cock from my suction. I let him take off my shirt and then I unfasten my black, satin bra. My large breasts fall out and Alex quickly massages each one gently, intermittently, while I resume licking under his dick and balls.



I signal to Tonya that I want her to move up, so I can eat her out. Understanding my desire, immediately, she just shrugs and says, “I can’t this week” as she looks up from my wet, throbbing snatch. Then without missing a beat, she gets her lovely mouth back to work on my clit and I feel a climax approach. I start to gag on Alex’s cock while she makes me quiver and contract all the muscles in my body- simultaneously releasing an orgasm.



Alex smiles, looking down on all this. Then, as Tonya raises her head from my wet cunt, Alex puts his hand behind her head and motions for her to relieve me from blowing his massive unit. She obliges and scoots up so we’re both head to head at his cock and we start sucking him simultaneously.



Tonya grabs Alex’s left hand and guides his long fingers into my pussy as I lay on my back, spread eagle. He fingers me hard, as Tonya’s taking her turn sucking him and then I feel my eyes and head roll back as I’m nearly ready to cum again.



Alex says “I want to fuck you so bad”. But I tell him I can’t. Instead, I get my hand around his shaft while Tonya’s hand cups his sack and we jerk him off till his creamy, white cum shoots all inside my mouth in several spurts and drips down my chin while I await one more satisfying climax myself.



“Oh fuck!” I yell as Tonya finishes masturbating me with her tongue, and I cum inside her mouth. She laps it up and my lower half shakes as those kinky piercings hit my sensitive, sex.



We all look at each other and smile.



I glance over at the clock, which now says 6:26 and state: “Oh, fuck. The kids will be back soon”.



Tonya looks at me, smiles and assures me not to worry; they have to get going too. In a flash, Alex’s dressed again and he quietly heads down stairs.



Tonya slips her top back on as I refasten my bra and pull up my panties. She kisses me and says, “I had a good time, thanks for having us. I love you”.



I smile, kiss her back and finish dressing and lead her downstairs.



I show Tonya and Alex out the front door and thank them for coming. They assure me once again that they had a lot of fun too. Then, they leave.



Not five minutes after Alex and Tonya are gone, the sitter is back at the door with the kids who are ready to take a bath and get to bed.



Wow, that was really close! I thought. And it was a special set of circumstances not likely to happen again anytime soon. Still, I love when Tonya comes around to clean. That’s my girl.

Alexandra Flatly Chapter One. I meat my new breast friend.



“Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!”



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All characters are 18 or over.




When Alexandra Flatly, the new transfer student, walked into our Advanced Placement English class every male jaw hit the desktop! Flatly was completely inappropriate as a last name! Squeezed into a mohair sweater and short, tight skirt was the body of a top-heavy stripper! She looked to be about five foot eight inches tall. Her mile-long legs were caressed by dark hose. As she slithered into her assigned seat across the aisle from me she crossed her legs. The flash of thigh and glimpse of dark hose top announced that she didn’t wear pantyhose, but stockings held up by a garter belt. Her massive, bullet shaped breasts thrust arrogantly against the tight grip of her soft sweater.



Her auburn hair brushed her shoulders while she glanced around. Her dark eyes were accented by makeup that gave her a feline, predatory look. Her full red lips quirked into an arrogant smile as she accepted as her due the worshipful stares of every male in the room. And the hateful glares of the suddenly outclassed girls.



Every male had the same immediate reaction as I did, I am sure. But in my case the hard-on that formed was so large as to defy all logic. To my utter shame I possessed a dick so big that all the boys teased me and all the girls shunned me.



That Friday night at the Spring Hop Alexandra’s entrance was equally stunning. Wearing a strapless gown her massive breasts seemed to defy gravity. The square cut bodice boldly displayed the rounded tops of her breasts. Her legs, revealed and then concealed by a thigh-high slit, were magnificent as she danced on stiletto heels that no other girl in school could possibly have managed.



Every boy, including me, wanted to dance with her. But the informal pecking order dictated that I would have to wait. The competition to dance with her led several times to the brink of a fist fight. She seemed oblivious to all the commotion. She danced once and only once with each of the boys. Each in turn was dismissed with a smile and the next was met with the same smile. No matter what the tempo of the music she preferred to dance as close to her partner as possible. Just watching that magnificent body rubbing up against her dance partner was enough to bring the dead to life.



I tried to time things as it became my chance to dance with Alexandra. Emerging from the men’s room my dick, which was a constant source of embarrassment in the locker room, was limp with the recent release I had provided myself in the privacy of a stall. As I tapped on her shoulder I was eager but not over-excited. She was almost my height and as her arms went around my neck she leaned heavily into my chest. Her breasts dug firmly into me as we moved to the slow music. I felt individual points mash into me at the tip of each bosom. Her extravagant nipples were rock hard!



As we moved, her hips, pelvis and stomach thrust and ground against me. In response my dick began to thicken and harden. Despite my attempts to avoid it she quickly became aware of my growing condition. Instead of giggling and pulling away as had so many others she just tightened her grip and moved even closer to me.



Her boobs were squashed against me. Glancing down I saw large crescents of breast flesh pushed up over her low cut dress. Her cleavage was shifting and flexing as she rubbed herself against me. What her dress exposed was more tit than most of the other girls in school possessed. And it was less than half of her magnificent endowment! That realization caused my dick to get harder and longer. Noticing the focus of my gaze she grinned slightly and leaned her shoulders back to give me a better look. This also forced her pelvis tightly against my prick. She moaned softly.



I looked up to see her eyes half closed. She regarded me from under heavily made-up eye lids, a small smile broken as her tongue came out to languidly wet her lower lip. “Ohhhh, Tommy, I’m so glad you asked me to dance!” Her voice was smoky and low.



Her body was pressed urgently against mine from breast to mid-thigh. I knew that she could feel my growing excitement. I expected at any moment that she would push me away. The size of my erect penis had always embarrassed me. She did not seem fazed by it. In fact she seemed to want to encourage it’s expansion.



“Ohhh, Tommy, is that ALL you?” Did her voice hold a twinge of excitement? Her pelvis swished side to side as she snuggled even closer to me her head resting on my shoulder.



“Um, ahh, ” I mumbled, not sure how to respond.



“Why don’t you take me home?” she asked.



“Me?” I stammered.



“Sure, lets blow this joint” she responded. Her voice husked to a whisper and I thought I heard her say “Then I’ll blow your joint.” But I must have imagined it.



“You want to have ME take you home?” I asked again, not believing my ears. I had never had any luck with the girls in school!



“Tommy, I’ve danced with every other boy here. You are more of a man than any of them! Believe me, I know” Her pelvis hunched against me in emphasis. Her eyes closed with a dreamy smile as she slid her pelvis against my rampant hard-on.



“You can’t want to take anyone else home, can you?” she continued, her emerald eyes regarded mine with a mixture of arrogance and smokey desire. “Look at me! I’m prettier than any of the other girls, I’ve got a body that makes all these other girls look like boys! I deserve the big… the best! That’s you!” She snuggled even closer as she said this her lips fleetingly caressed my neck and ear lobe.



I couldn’t believe my luck as we ducked out the door leaving the crowd of hopeful guys behind.



“Oh, baby, I can’t wait,” she moaned, pulling me into a deserted Home Ec classroom. Her lips grafted themselves to mine, her tongue swabbing out my mouth as she kissed me harder than I had ever been kissed. Her whole body leaned into mine, breasts heaving, pelvis sliding side to side. Her hands urgently pulled me closer to her.



“Oh, Tommy!” her hand groped blindly for my crotch as she slid her wet tongue into my ear. “I have to see this big beauty!”



“But, but Alexandra…” I protested vainly.



In seconds she had my pants down to my knees. With a moan she slithered down in front of me giving me an inspiring view of cleavage and tits as she knelt in front of me.



Her shaking hands grabbed the waist band of my shorts and began to pull them down. She gasped in delight as the root of my cock was revealed. “So THICK!” she moaned. Her delight changed to frustration as she struggled to un-entangle my dick from my briefs. Cursing in frustration she tugged and pulled. Finally reaching in with her other hand to hold my dick out of the way, she pulled my briefs down my legs.



When released my dick snapped upward almost hitting Alexandra on the face. Grabbing it with both hands Alexandra cuddled it to her cheek as she looked up at me with worshipful eyes.



“I just KNEW you were hung, honey. I love a big dick! Let’s get you harder!”



My ego soared as she began to lick up and down my shaft from my groin to the rapidly expanding head of my dick. I had always been self-conscious of the size of my dick. Now here was a girl who seemed to get hot at the sight of it.



“OH, baby, let me get my lips around this. Ummm, you feel so good in my mouth, honey!” She murmured thru her cock stuffed lips.



Her mouth and tongue went wild over my dick. Within moments I had reached full erection. Gasping for air Alexandra pulled back and gazed in wonder at the rampant staff she now held. Both her hands grasped less than half it’s length. She had to use both hands to encircle it’s massive girth.



“God, honey, I knew you were hung, but this is unbelievable! How big is this monster?” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she gaped at my steel hard shaft.



Reaching behind me she picked up a tape measure that had been left on the worktable I was leaning against.



“I’ve gotta see this!” she stammered as she wrapped the tape around the middle of my shaft. “Oh, my God! More than nine inches! And thicker at the bottom!” Her voice was quivering with excitement. Her hands moved expertly, had she had done this before? “And over fourteen inches long! I don’t believe it. How do you lug this thing around?”



“It’s a lot smaller when I’m not excited,” I explained.



“Who cares about that? I’ve found the biggest dick in the world!” she breathed in awe. Her hands were running up and down my shaft while she gazed up at me. Her eyes were misted over with lust, her tongue continually wetting her glistening lips.



“You’d kill me if you tried to cram this into my pussy! But I’ve got to try this.” Her voice died away with a gurgle as she crammed her lips over the tip of my dick.



“Come on, baby, feed me your dick!” With a groan she managed to force the head into her mouth. “It’s so big, I think it’s going to split my lips,” she moaned. “But I don’t care, I’ve got to take it!”



Ramming her head forward she forced herself farther and farther down my shaft. Her breath was coming in panting gasps thru her nose as she continued to cram inch after inch down her gullet. Her hair was flailing the air as her head moved in and out.



“Feed me your cum, honey. I want it all!” She gasped as she let my dick slip from her lips. I was right on the verge as she went back to work on my dick.



She went as far down on my dick as she could – less than half way. Her hands pumped and squeezed the part of my shaft that she could not ingest. My dick swelled out her throat dramatically.



I grabbed her head with both hands as I felt the cum blast up from my balls. With a groan I started to spurt wad after wad of cum deep into her throat. She pulled back so that my dick head filled her mouth. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she swallowed.



As fast as she swallowed she could not keep up with me! My cum over-flowed her mouth. Cum dripped from the tight-stretched corners of her mouth to drool over her chin and cascade onto the tops of her exposed tits. She was groaning and moaning, gurgling sounds mixed with gasps and panting breaths as she struggled to keep up with the streams of cum that just kept erupting from my rock hard dick!



She didn’t let my cock slip out of her mouth until she had wrung out every drop of cum I had to offer. A small pool of cum had gathered in her cleavage and there were dribbles all over the top of her tits and the neckline of her dress.



My first sexual experience! The best looking girl in school gave me a blow job while going crazy for the size of my dick! I could have died happy, right at that moment.



I watched, awe struck, as she used her fingers to push the cum on her chin into her mouth and swallowed it up.



“Yummy, and SOOO much of it!” she said. “And look, you came so much it spilled all over my tits!”



“Do you think semen makes titties grow?” she asked with a giggle, “Lets find out.” Quick as a flash she pulled the top of her dress down into her lap as she knelt in front of me.



I goggled at the biggest, firmest tits I could imagine. Alexandra’s tits were huge! Massive and firm, they stuck almost straight out from her rib cage. Each one shaped like half a football although they were larger than that. Her nipples were centered on pink aureolas, jutting out at least a half inch. Despite having cum so much just moments ago my dick began to revive! Demonstrating that each one was much more than a handful, Alexandra smoothed the cum all over her tits. Mashing them against her chest, she pushed them together, jiggled and bounced them up and down and massaged them until all the cum had been absorbed. When she let them go they quivered firmly, again pointing almost straight ahead. The nipples seemed to look outward, away from each other. Even unsupported her cleavage was amazing!



“Aren’t they wonderful?” she asked, looking up at me as I watched her. “I just love having big titties. And they are so firm!” She jiggled them together. Leaning a little closer to me she confided, “I never wear a bra! Do you like my big tits?”



“Yeah, I sure do!” I enthused. “You’ve got a great body!”



“I know! I’m so lucky! 42-22-34! If I ever bought a bra I’d have to get a 36F Cup! I’ll let you jerk off on my tits sometime, honey! I know you’ll like that!”



Just the thought had me on the brink!



I drove her home. As I drove she leaned against me. Her breast mashed against my side, I put my arm around her and slipped my hand into the top of dress to play with her tits. She raised no objection. She was using both hands in my crotch. Her hands molded my pants leg to the shaft of my steel-like dick.



Parked in front of her house she gave me another blow job. This time I managed to play with those massively firm tits as she worked. They were wonderful! And Alexandra seemed to enjoy what I was doing almost as much as I was. I’d never imagined that I would have a chance to play with a pair of tits as big and firm as hers! It was a night I would never forget, I knew.



The next day in school I was treated like a king by my fellow students. The guys deferred to me and the girls looked at me in a completely different way. And Alexandra got me alone and gave me a quickie blow job. Once in the morning and again in the afternoon.



She didn’t seem to be able to get enough of me! And for my part, every time I saw her or thought of her, my dick would race down the leg of my pants. I got some strange looks in the hall, I’ll tell you!



That weekend I picked up Alexandra Friday night and we went to a movie. As usual when we were together our hands couldn’t stay off of each other. Before the lights dimmed her hands were in my lap playing with my dick through my pants. To make things easier I had stopped wearing underwear. As the movie started I heard a zip and felt a cool breeze waft over my balls and shaft. With-in seconds my cock was jutting out the fly of my pants.



As I started to protest that it was too public, Alexandra unbuttoned her sweater and slid my hand into her cleavage. That shut me up, I’ll tell you! For the entire length of the movie I played with Alexandra’s nipples and breasts while she teased my dick. It was only as the movie reached it’s climax that she slid down in her seat and swallowed as much of me as she could while I grunted and released jet after jet of cum into her hot mouth.



I came like a fountain, again overwhelming Alexandra’s ability to handle the torrent of cum that I produced. I feared that her gurgles and panting would draw attention but to my relief no one seemed to notice.



Later that night, as she prepared to once again swallow as much of my rock hard prick as she could I tried to slide my hand into her crotch.



“Now, Tommy, none of that! I promised my Mother I would remain pure! Blow jobs don’t count! And I just love the way you fondle my big tits! Now, sit back and let Alexandra do her thing on your super big dick!”



I relented, of course. But I wondered if I was ever to get into her pussy.

Life had changed quite a bit for Tom. Five years after living next to Tara and Emily he had gotten married, bought a house, and settled down. It was a nice little home with an extra bedroom that he and his wife turned into a guest room. They had two children, one of which was still an infant, and a couple of dogs. Tom had a decent job as well. Everything was going smooth in his life until his wife’s friend from her college days, Sarah, came into the picture.



Sarah was average height with straight black hair that fell almost to her waist. She had a cute little nose and eyes that were like looking into two black pools of honey. Her skin was smooth white and, even thought she had two kids, her stomach was amazingly flat. The two most impressive things about her though, were her magnificent boobs and her baby doll voice (think Kristen Bell).



Tom’s wife told him one day that Sarah had been fighting with her husband and needed a place to stay for awhile. She wanted to let Sarah use the guest room and her kids could sleep on the rollaway. Tom didn’t have a problem with it at all, in fact he was nice enough to help her move in and make sure she and her kids were comfortable and settled. Sarah was constantly thanking them for letting her stay and would do whatever she could around the house to help out. As the days went by , he began to notice Sarah more and more. Every time she was talking he would sit, entranced by her voice. When she left the room he thought about her magnificent boobs and how nice they would feel in his hands.



One night, Tom was sleeping peacefully next to his wife when he began having an erotic dream. He dreamed that Sarah was talking dirty to him in her baby doll voice, groaning things like, “Oh Tom, I need your cock in my pussy so bad. Please fuck me, pleeeeeease!” Tom could see her jet black hair flying around her shoulders as she furiously played with her pussy, whimpering and writhing, her firm, white boobs jiggling with every movement. Tom’s thick cock was rock hard.



Then the dream shifted. Now he felt Sarah’s hands sliding down his chest, past his groin and stopping at his inner thighs. Sarah was smiling at him in his dream, her liquid black eyes drawing him in, her boobs hanging down, swaying with her movements. She brought her hands up to his groin and fondled his balls. Tom sighed with delight. What an amazing dream! Things started getting a little hazy and Sarah began to fade away.



“No! Don’t go!” Tom said to Sarah. As Sarah’s face got harder and harder to see, he felt her hand move to his cock and softly stroke it. “Ohhhh no, come on!” Tom cried frustrated.



Then, the dream went away and Tom realized he was in his bed. His wife was softly snoring on the other side. Suddenly he was aware of a cool feeling on his body and the presence of someone else in the room. His eyes widened in shock, but before he could cry out a hand went over his mouth. The face above the hand was Sarah’s.



“Sarah?” he thought.



Sarah looked at him and gave a little smile. She put her finger to her lips and very faintly whispered, “Shhhhhhh”. She moved down his body and now Tom became aware of how hard he was. Sarah softly touched his cock, and gently rubbed his balls.



Tom scowled at her and mouthed the words, “What are you doing?” Sarah just smiled, glanced over at his wife, and then lowered her mouth to his cock. Tom bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud. His wife would kill him if she found out what was going on, and there she was, right next to him, sleeping like a lumberjack, oblivious to what her friend was doing.



Sarah began to move her mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. She would suck on the tip for a while and then gulp most of the length in her mouth. She used her hands to knead the base of his cock and all around his balls. Tom gritted his teeth and tried to push Sarah off the bed. Sarah stayed put and continued to work his cock. Tom fell back, his head hitting the pillow, his mind telling him to stop but his cock urging him on.



Sarah gripped his cock tightly in her hand and began to stroke it, her mouth sucking the tip. The constant rhythm was getting to Tom. He felt his balls tighten and his breathing became shallow. He swallowed, trying to moisten his parched throat. His hips began to buck upwards, trying to push his cock deeper into Sarah’s throat. Sarah stopped for a moment and looked at him. There was a pause that seemed like forever. Then she lowered her mouth all the way to the base of his cock and gently squeezed his balls.



Once again, Tom had to bite his lips to prevent the scream that wanted to erupt from his mouth as his body stiffened. Every muscle tensed up, every fiber fought to push and writhe and buck, but Tom had to lay still, he couldn’t risk his wife waking up. The sweet agony continued for a few seconds, then the cum came rushing up his shaft, filling Sarah’s mouth. Sarah clamped her mouth firmly around his cock, not letting a drop escape. Tom’s shuddered and exhaled, his body trembling and quaking. Eventually his breathing slowly returned to normal. His cock became softer and finally slipped from Sarah’s mouth. Without a word Sarah crawled off the bed and walked away.



The next morning Tom met Sarah in the downstairs hallway. “What just happened last night?” Tom said.



“What are you talking about sweetie?” Sarah said impishly.



“You know what I’m talking about.”



Sarah’s expression changed and got serious. “Look, you have done so much for me and my kids; I kind of wanted to give you something back.”



“But, why that?” Tom said. “Why put me in a situation where my marriage could be broken?”



Sarah looked at him wisely and said, “You wife is a deep sleeper, remember I used to hang out with her all the time in college. I knew she wouldn’t wake up. And what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Sarah’s face turned impish again. “It can be our little secret”.



As she walked away Tom half jokingly said, “It would have been better if I could have heard you talk dirty to me and maybe fucked your boobs a little bit.”



Sarah spun around, her eyes dancing. “You have always liked my voice haven’t you? Haven’t you?” Tom nodded. “Well, that was a onetime deal. As for fucking my boobs — no way. That’s just weird.”



“Weird? How is that weird?” Tom said.



“It just is. My husband is always trying to get what he calls a ‘titty fuck’. He hasn’t got one yet and neither will you.”



The next week Tom’s wife told him that Sarah was going to move into an apartment and needed help moving. Although Tom was willing to help it was on a day when he had to work.



“Honey I can’t take time off work, we’re really busy and I could be putting my job in jeopardy.”



Tom’s wife said, “That’s true, I’ll tell Sarah she will have to find someone else.” Tom thought about it and then called his work. He went over to the guest room and knocked on the door.



“Sarah?” He called.



“What Tom? Come on in.” Sarah said.



“Hey I just talked to my boss and even though he griped about it, he said I could have this weekend off.” Sarah’s face lit up.



“Oh thank you thank you thank you so much!” She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug. Tom’s cock twitched as he felt Sarah’s boobs press against his chest. Sarah felt it too and laughed. She looked at him for a few seconds and then peeked outside. The kids were out taking a walk with Tom’s wife.



Sarah looked back at him and softly said to herself, “Why not.”



Tom’s heart began to race. Sarah dropped to her knees and undid his shorts. They made a flumping sound as they hit the floor. Sarah moved her hands up his thighs until they reached the hem of his boxers. She dropped to her knees and blew softly on the opening of his boxers. Out to meet her lips grew his cock like an eel coming out of its lair.



Sarah held it in her hand, looked up at him and said in her little girl voice, “Poor baby, cock’s all hard. You want me to suck it for you?” She flicked the head with her tongue.



“Ohhh yesssssssssss.” Tom gasped.



Sarah pulled down his boxers and pushed his legs apart. Tom leaned against the wall. Sarah started stroking his cock and sucking on the tip just as she had done a few nights before. Tom’s breathing quickened.



Sarah increased the pace of her sucking, pausing every once in a while to say things like, “you want me to suck your cock? I love your cock in my hot little mouth. I can’t wait to feel your hot cum coat the inside of my throat. OMG baby! Make me your cock sucking whore!”



Tom reached down for Sarah’s blouse and tore at the buttons. Sarah, knowing what he wanted, helped him out and undid her bra. Her boobs sprang free. Tom bent his knees and tried to push his cock between them but Sarah pulled back and shook her head no. Tom tried again and this time Sarah squeezed his balls a little too tight for his comfort.



“Ow!”



“Oooooooooo did that hurt?” Sarah said in her sweet voice, as she licked his cock,” If I were you, I would focus on how good my mouth feels around your cock, not my boobs”. There was a glint to her eye, and seeing that she literally had him by the balls, Tom relaxed and leaned up against the wall.



“Fuck my mouth baby!” Sarah cried, “Fuck it hard and fast!”



Tom grunted and plowed his cock in and out of Sarah’s mouth. He looked longingly at her boobs and pretty brunette hair. Sarah pulled her mouth off him, squeezed his cock with her hands and began jacking him off.



She looked up at him and said, “Cum for me baby, spray your cum all over my nice big tits!”



With that Tom roared as load after load of white , creamy cum sprayed onto Sarah’s face, boobs, and hair. It was like slow motion as one strand of cum would splash on a boob, then another would splash on her cheek. Tom sank to the floor, completely spent. Sarah got up and slapped him across the face.



“Don’t EVER try to fuck my boobs again! I gave you what you wanted to thank you for helping me. Once I’m moved out we’re done! Got it?!” Sarah stalked angrily away. Tom was stunned, hurt, and a little angry. As he went into the garage he found himself wanting revenge. Oh he knew he shouldn’t, but then, he shouldn’t have with Sarah twice already.



All of Sarah’s things had been moved that day except for a few things. Sarah and her kids were spending one last night at Tom’s place. The next day they would be gone. Tom had done his part and had efficiently moved all of Sarah’s things into her new apartment, even hooking up the stove and making sure everything worked. He had been the perfect docile gentlemen, leading Sarah to suspect nothing.



That night, Sarah tucked her kids into their rollaway bed in the adjoining room and got ready for bed herself. She brushed her long silky hair, took off her bra, and slipped on a comfortable nightgown. She was exhausted after a long day of work. She wasn’t too mad at Tom anymore. After all, he had done what any guy would. Still, it probably wasn’t a bad idea to put him in his place. Sarah snuggled under the covers and drifted off to sleep.



Tom waited until Sarah was fast asleep and quietly entered her room. It had been a week since she had slapped him and he had played nice, biding his time. Now was the time for him to get what he had always wanted. Gone were any thought s of his wife. The only thoughts now were of revenge and pleasure. He crept to the foot of Sarah’s bed and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled the covers down. Sarah was on her side, the nightgown riding up her legs, past her hips, and bunched around her waist. Tom gently turned her on her back. Sarah moaned a little. Tom stopped, his breathing stopped. Sarah settled back into sleep and Tom breathed again.



Inch by inch he opened Sarah’s legs until he had a clear view of her pussy. He lay between her legs and started softly and gently using the tip of his tongue on the bottom and sides of Sarah’s pussy lips. He worked his way up until he found her clit. He gave little hummingbird kisses to her clit and then moved to the center of her pussy. He repeated the process over and over, increasing the pressure. He felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. He was on the move up towards her clit again, when he heard a little gasp. He looked up, without breaking contact with her pussy, and saw Sarah staring at him, wide eyed and startled. Tom sucked her clit into his mouth. Sarah’s hips jumped and she grabbed his head and tried to push him away. Tom tensed his muscles and refused to move, sucking on her clit furiously.



Sarah’s breath was ragged and she fiercely whispered, “What are you doing?”



Tom pointed in the direction the kids were sleeping and put his finger over his mouth.



“Shhhhhhhhh.”



Then dipped his head back down to her pussy. Sarah whimpered as he inserted one, then two fingers inside her. He moved them in and out in a fucking motion as he flicked her clit with his tongue. Sarah’s hips began to roll. Her face got red. Her body started trembling. With a muffled shriek Sarah grabbed Tom’s head and shoved it hard against her pussy. Tom felt the contractions around his fingers as Sarah came and came and came.



Sarah melted into the bed, her legs and arms spread open, panting from the huge orgasm she had just had. Suddenly, she felt and then saw Tom loom over her. He was naked from the waist down and his cock was hard and dripping precum. Before Sarah could move Tom had clamped her ribs between his muscular thighs and pushed her shoulders into the bed.



“Now for a nice titty fuck” Tom whispered.



Sarah glared at him and opened her mouth but remembered that the kids were sleeping. She shook her head angrily. Tom motioned for her to push her boobs together. Sarah spit at him. Tom reached one hand behind and rubbed her sensitive clit.



“o wow ow stop please stop it’s too sensitive!” Sarah whined.



Tom removed his hand. Sarah relaxed her shoulders in defeat and cupped her boobs to form a tunnel for Tom’s angry red cock. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of the pillow and savored the silky feel of her alabaster boobs, as his cock used them for his own pleasure. He was so horny he knew it wouldn’t take long for him to cum, but he wanted this to last as long as it could. He sat up and cupped Sarah’s heavy boobs in his hands and squeezed and fondled them for awhile. Sarah couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She hated this feeling of being used. After a few minutes, Tom could feel the urgent call from his cock to finish things. He got back into position and motioned for Sarah to hold her boobs together. Sarah numbly did. After only a few strokes Tom began to feel his sack tighten, a few more strokes and he would be there. Sarah sensed it too and screwed up her face. Then he let it go. Squirt after squirt of hot sperm shot over Sarah’s neck, her boobs, and dripped into her pretty long brunette hair. Tom felt like he was cumming forever. When he looked down he could not believe how much of his cum was covering Sarah.



As he walked out of the room Sarah whispered to him, “I’ll get you for this you fucker!” Tom just smiled.

I want to thank The Style Guy and my good friend J for helping me turn this story into something I’m really proud of. Without you both it would be just alright. So thanks!



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I sit down on my towel on the warm sand next to you, slowly grasping the bottom of my sundress. I pull it up my milky white thighs, skimming my voluptuous bottom, revealing my love handles and muffin top belly, up to my small waist before catching on my pert breasts encased in the skimpiest of bikini in hot pink!



Although my breasts aren’t massive they certainly need a sizeable hand to contain them when my bra falls away. The small triangles of fabric only just cover my dark pink areoles and they have no chance of containing my rigid, erect nipples, which stand upright from my body. As the dress comes over my head, my short brunette bob, skims my collar bone and falls sexily across my hazel eyes and kissable lips.



I casually sweep the hair from my face and prop myself up on my elbows next to you. My gaze wanders from your smiling eyes, your wicked grin being tentatively moistened as your tongue flicks across your lower lip. My eyes move over your shapely bronzed torso and arms, down to your strong thighs and back up to your groin. I can see your beautiful cock, silently growing and oozing the smallest drop of pre cum into your shorts, as you soak up the atmosphere and our surroundings. It strains against your tight fit shorts, aching to be released.



I can feel myself gush; just watching you and letting my vivid imagination run wild has my hot box starting to fill with sweet juices and my clit throbs, aching to be touched and played with.



The beach is packed! Bronzed bodies of all shapes and sizes, lounge around on the sand beyond us and walking along the surf. Although not the nudist beach we’d hoped for, there are plenty of people sunbathing topless without too much fuss. Two hot topless Spanish girls wander past us happily chatting away as they power walked past several people; so vigorous is their pace that even though they have small grapefruit sized tits, they swing with purpose with every step; this seems to make your cock grow a little more. You sit there smiling taking in the sights before for you. You turn from the hot Spaniards to look in my direction.



Still propped on my elbows, eyes shut to the glaring sun, breasts thrust up skyward emphasising that my nipples are stiff and poking through my tiny bikini top. You reach over and pull the strings of my top releasing them with a bounce; nipples begging to be sucked and tweaked.



But do you dare to with so many people about, you think. You know that the exhibitionist in me is begging to be dared to do as we please regardless of who’s watching, even hoping that everyone really is.



With a wicked smile I turn to you and say….. “Go on, you know you want to!”



Initially you resist, feeling a little self conscious about where we are; you can hear children playing in the distance but all around us in the secluded bay are adults fully engrossed in their own worlds soaking up the early morning glow. As we kiss, your hand slides up my ribs and cups my breast, rolling my meaty flesh in your palms making me quietly moan into your mouth as your fingers reach for the protruding bullet, twisting it in between your fingers. You gently pull them and make me squeak with delight….. “Go on kiss them for me…. I want to feel your warm breath on my skin and your tongue to send shivers through my body!”



Just as you start to move towards them you see an elderly Spanish lady watching us with disgust, her twisted frame hunched over a rock glaring, she was muttering a little too loudly at us….. “I’d love to Hun but now is perhaps not the best time or place is it?”



Dejected I accept that your right and delve into my bag for my sun cream and sensually massage it into my body. I then offer to do the same for you and rub suggestively up your thighs, my hands moving your shorts aside and grasping at your raging hard on, which jerks in your shorts with every touch that goes higher and higher up your inner thigh. My nails dragging across the delicate skin of your balls, my hand cupping and squeezing them gently…. “Hun, really we can’t… not here”.



I roll onto my side facing you and slowly move my hand over my breast; massaging and tweaking it with an “mmm” before inching my fingers down my stomach to my groin. I rub the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms across my aroused clit, sending shivers through my body with each touch. I can see you’re enjoying watching me despite not wanting to upset anyone, as the tips of my fingers slip under the edge of my panties. You hold your breath until the old Spanish lady starts another tirade in our direction. With a look of defeat on your face I sigh, “Ok, ok, ok, alright I’ll stop, I promise!” And lie back on my towel to soak up the rays.



After a few hours of dozing in the sun, the wanting from earlier on in the day hasn’t dampened. I have to feel your touch on my skin; your breath tantalizing my heaving globes before engulfing them with your hands and hot moist mouth. I needed to have your dick pressing against my lips, as my tongue swirls your veiny erection. As if you can read my mind, you stand up, pick up your things and extend your hand to me. I take it and rise up to my full height, my nipples pressed against your nude pecs as my hand automatically searches for its prey. You nibble my ear and whisper, “back to the room…NOW!”



Without question, I collect my things and lead you back to our room, fully intending to fuck your brains out for making me so horny and making me wait so long!



The walk back was fun; you’d instructed me to leave my bikini top in my bag for the journey back to the hotel. You wanted to admire my tits swinging and crashing together as we walked through the town square. The excitement was almost too much for me to bear, as you revelled at teasing passersby with a kinky wink or an invitation to caress my body.



I unlocked the door as your hands snake over my body, palming my backside and smacking swiftly just the way I like it. Nibbling my neck and teasingly licking up to my ear, you breathlessly describe all you longed to do to me on the beach that morning. “If that crazy old chick had kept herself quiet, I’d have had your mammoth tits in my mouth, and you would have been begging me to touch you; to have you completely naked on the beach, my face buried in your salacious cunt, consuming your juices and hungrily thrusting my tongue deep inside you.” Your long lean fingers delve into my bikini bottoms, grazing my bare mound. Skilfully and carefully you open each lip of my labia like a flower in bloom, purposefully avoiding my proud engorged clitoris. I push my bottom into your rising cock, grinding my hips to excite you. You spin me around, pin my arms above my head to the door with one hand and with the other unzip your shorts and bring your proud cock out for me to admire. I lick my lips, secretly begging to be let loose on your manhood, needing to worship it before riding myself to oblivion on it.



You smirk at me and guide me down the wide open door until my lips are level with your bobbing erection; the glistening tip dripping with a delicious spot of pre cum. I need to taste you, I know it, and you know it and you revel in teasing me with it. Moving your cock towards me I stretch every muscle in my neck and just as I get within inches of you, you pull back; frustration building in me until you thrust deep into my throat. I take you all the way to the hilt so your balls touch my chin, I can feel them start to tighten as I bob up and down your shaft, right up until we are disturbed by a door opening further down the hall.



On hearing people moving, I get up and kick the door shut just as the guy next door catches sight of my swinging globes and your erection as I lead you to the bed by it. I slowly undress you and kiss your beautiful bronzed body, paying extra attention to my favourite spots; your neck, your throat, your pecs and nipples. As your pants hit the floor, I can’t contain myself any longer and greedily begin licking, nibbling and sucking the soft tender skin of your thighs combined with stroking and scratching as I nuzzle closer and closer to your tight scrotum and pucker. My tongue circles your tiny starfish and pushes in, making you gasp and pull your cheeks further apart to give me better access to your pleasure zone. I move up your balls, sucking them in, rolling them around before longingly snaking up your shaft and flicking your purple helmet. As you expect me to thrust it into my hot wet mouth I move further up your body and lower my steaming hot cunt onto you. Wiggling my hips, I ride you slowly, building the intensity as your bell end tickles my g spot and brings me quickly towards the crashing orgasm that has been building all day long.



As my cunt pulsates with each wave of delicious orgasm, your breathing and moaning gets more rapid and insistent. Within seconds, I’m full of your salty seed battering the walls of my womb. As I come down from my awesome nirvana, I feel your cum squeezing out of me around your slowly deflating dick and down my thighs. I deeply kiss you before retreating to the shower to freshen up for our evening’s antics, unless you surprise me with a sensual steady screw.



I start the shower and get in as it steams up the mirror. I hear the door open and you get in the tub behind me and slide your hands around my waist and massage my breasts. You spin me around and kiss me before soaping my wet body. Water cascades over us as you cup my arse cheeks and lift me up against the wall. Wrapping my legs around your waist I feel your slick cock ease inside me. Slowly grinding your hips into my pelvis, the water and the warm wave of another ecstasy envelope my entire body. Almost at the same time, you gasp and groan “oh my god, this is amazing, I think I’m gonna cuuuuummmmmm” as you completely empty your balls deep inside me. Struggling to stay standing we slide down the wall, before collapsing into the tub laughing.



“Don’t say I never fell for you hun”



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Later that night we walk into a club, the music blasting and the dance floor slowly filled with bodies and bubbles from the foam machine. Chilled dance music was filtering into our heads and had me swaying along in time as we watched the throngs of bronzed babes arrive. The babes are mostly dressed in tiny metallic bikinis and almost there micro skirts, high heeled stilettos and flowing brunette locks of hair falling across their ample assets, the buff guys strut around in tight muscle tee and linen slacks. Although I have little more than a bra with a see through top on and a flirty rah-rah skirt, you are casually dressed in combat shorts and muscle tee, despite my lack of tan we could be mistaken as locals. We watch as hen and stag parties dressed in fancy dress costumes start drinking games, downing drinks and daring each other with more ridiculous pranks before they attempt to chat up the cool locals.



We sit with drinks in a small booth tucked away at the side of the dance floor, a view of all around us but subdued in the low lighting over our table. “Why didn’t you suck my tits on the beach today?” I asked teasingly twisting a lock of hair around my finger.



“You know full well why I didn’t. I love to be kinky Hun, but in the middle of the day on a crowded beach is just not right. We could have got arrested for lewd behaviour. They’d slap you on the wrists but I’d probably get buggered by some Spanish Jabba the Hut!”



Laughing, you turn to me and ask me what I wanted to happen.



“Well…” I start “I would have loved it if you had pulled my nipples and nibbled them, swirled your tongue around them, your hand stroking my thigh”



As I say this you reach for my knee and start to do what I’m describing, sending shivers up my leg to my groin. My pussy getting moist and juicy for you in anticipation while your fingers searching for my clit deep within my mound. You dip them firstly in your mouth for moisture and then as you sense how wet I am you delve deep between my legs for lube to continue rubbing, my back arching in delight, as I look over and see that you’re enjoying the beach show as much as me as your cock starts to throb in your shorts and it oozes pre cum in a small patch. You smile at this in the club as I reach under the table and feel that your thick dick is exactly as I’ve described; ripe and ready for my mouth to engulf it.



I unzip your shorts and disappear under the table, releasing your thick veiny 7 inch cock from your pants as it boings into my face. We giggle and as our eyes meet, I swiftly move to suck your entire length into my mouth; a low moan escapes from your mouth. As I twist and turn, sucking, licking, nibbling at your unyielding dick, feeling the blood throb in your veins as I go.



You start to moan more, a little louder than before but no one even looks in our direction. I work down to your balls, rolling and cupping them in my hands, my nails gently scraping your skin and making you quiver. I stop just as you ooze another load of pre cum onto my lips; get up from under the table and sit on your lap, so no one is any wiser that I’m not wearing any panties and I slowly lower my juicy wet cunt onto your huge throbbing dick, wiggling my hips and riding you. The angle gives you direct access to my g spot whilst a carefully veiled hand can play with my engorged clit. It’s a struggle not to moan and squeal as we both get closer and closer to a body shuddering orgasm with a whole lot of creamy cum dripping out of my pussy. Just as my body starts to shake with another wave of warmth, a bronzed babe spots us both and winks as we both collapse, smile and kiss…..



As we both tidy ourselves up and readjust our clothes the hot brunette wanders over, “so how was it for you guys? I had a blast watching you both and can honestly say that I am so fucking horny right now.”



Monika is just a bit shorter than me, with a petite feminine frame, small tits and perfectly rounded bottom. Her caramel coloured skin was accentuated by long luscious locks and her warm brown eyes. There was a glint of mischief lurking behind them that makes her so much sexier than she thinks she is.



You cheekily laugh at her in response and say “well we had a pretty awesome time too, but if we knew a truly gorgeous girl like you were watching, it would have been even better.”



“Yes,” I pipe in “we’ve been looking for a foxy lady to come and have fun with us for ages but no one has even come close to playing with us. And I promised him he’d have two women for a birthday present.”



The hot brunette curiously answers “Really well that’s a pretty decent gift to give your man…. When’s your birthday gorgeous?”



“Today” you reply.



“Well what are we waiting for then”, the hottie huskily whispers” let’s all get out of here and me and your sexy lady can finally give you something to smile about”



“Well that’s a bit forward of you, isn’t it? We don’t even know if we like you yet”



With that I reach up to her face, softly stroke her cheek and lean in for a gentle sensuous kiss. My hand moves over her tight white t shirt and feels her tiny tits pressing against the fabric, tracing her curves; I could feel that she didn’t need a bra to keep them pert. I move behind her as you join us to devour her slippery tongue, darting in and out, lips mashing together as my hand raises the hem of her mini skirt touching her trimmed landing strip, leading the tips of my fingers straight to her pussy, the heat radiating as I got nearer to her clit and you kissing her deeply.



I grazed her clit and delved two of my fingers into her slippery hole. She wasn’t lying about being turned on. Her juices had started to trickle over my fingers and down her thighs. After a minute or so of slowly finger fucking her in the bar, you pulled away “so then ladies, do you think we all like one another to take this further? “



I pull my hand away from Monika’s crotch, slip my two sodden fingers into my mouth, languidly lick them clean and reply with a wink, “well she tastes good enough to eat to me.”



“Come on let’s get out of here, my place is just around the corner. I have to get my mouth on her pussy whilst you drill me hard” said Monika



“Well with an offer like that how can we refuse” You stand between us and drape an arm around both our waists and lead us out of the club to a night of raw explosive passion…..

**** All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. An original work of fiction by Oedipus_Dream © 2012 ****



Preface



My name is John White, I’m 19, and I live at home with my parents. I decided not to go to school after high school, and not surprisingly, to my father’s dismay. At the end of the day though, he’s not paying any tuition bills, so he doesn’t really care. Robert White, my father, is an accountant for a multi-billion dollar company, and his work is his only love. My mother, Allison White, doesn’t work, even though she has a BA in literature. My father always believed she had no need to work; he was the provider.



So from the outside looking in, I’m an average 19 year old male, living in an average American household in generic suburbia USA. Perfectly average and standard and boring…



Except not everything is as it seems, and when you look deep enough, no family is average. They all have their own share of dark secrets and twisted realities.



This is the story of the secrets behind our “average” American family. It’s a story of love and lust and uncertainty… a story about the pursuit of forbidden fruit. Just another one of the countless tales that remind us, that everything… is not always as it appears.



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Chapter 1



It was a cold and rainy fall night. The kind of night where the wind just cuts right through you and everything’s turned a different shade of gray. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner with my parents and it was an unusually quiet night. I sat there looking out the window, watching dead leaves swirl and trees sway as the wind blew. Nothing looked alive. Even the dreariness of such a lifeless day didn’t explain the tension that had filled the air though.



It hadn’t been the first time, but that night was the most noticeably tense. My parents were never really happy together. They were night and day and always had been, but for the past few weeks, they seemed more distant from each other than ever. They’d never seemed quite right for each other but always seemed to make it work, until recently at least.



My father was an accountant for a Fortune 500 company and engulfed himself with his work. He traveled frequently as a result. He was a reserved, dry man with no sense of humor. To him the world was black or white. Even as a kid I can remember asking my mom why dad never liked to play. “He’s just busy with work sweetie.” was the standard response she gave me. Needless to say I was never close with my father, and any closeness there was, dissolved as I grew older.



My mother on the other hand though, was much different. She was an outgoing, friendly, kind, open-minded woman who wanted to make everyone happy. She was an intelligent woman too, and had a degree in communications. She worked for a little while before she met my father. She always chose to be a stay at home mom once I came around. She was literally the polar opposite of my father, and I never understood how they came to marry in the first place.



The past few weeks though, something seemed to be driving a wedge between them. Actually, it’d be more accurate to say something had been bothering my mother, and she grew more upset the longer my dad failed notice. I asked her several times about what was wrong, but she wouldn’t let on to anything.



We sat and ate dinner in silence, a silence that had filled the air and was debilitating. It was deafening, and the longer we all sat there eating and pretending not to hear it, the louder it got. I watched the wind blow the trees around outside and thought about the tension building in my household. I knew I had to talk to my mother about it. I waited until dinner was over and decided to get to the point.



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“Just leave them on the counter babe, I’ll take care of them.” My mother said as I took my plate towards the sink. She was putting the salt and pepper back in the cabinet.



“No, I’ll help with the dishes tonight mom.” I said



“Thanks John, but you don’t have to; I know it’s your least favorite chore.” My mother spoke with weariness in her voice. It was a tone that sounded like frustration giving way to acceptance, the sound of woman becoming too tired to fight.



“No, I want to help.” I said. “…seriously.”



My mother paused for a second and looked sideways over in my direction. A sad smile came across her face and for a second I thought she was going to start crying. “Thank you sweetie, you’re so helpful.”



I didn’t want to beat around the bush though, so I put the plate down on the counter and turned towards my mother.



“Mom… what’s wrong? And please don’t say ‘nothing’ again, because clearly you’re upset and have been for a while now. You’ve been really quiet and you and dad are hardly talking. So seriously, what’s up?” I asked. I expected her to try and persuade me again that she was fine, but it seemed that she couldn’t hide it anymore. She looked down towards the floor as a single tear fell down her cheek.



“It’s just… your father and I… I don’t know John.” She started. I could tell she was trying to keep herself under control. “We seem so far apart at times. I’ve felt so lonely recently, and he doesn’t seem to pay my any notice no matter how upset I am.” I watched her wipe her teary eyes, and I was suddenly quite sad seeing her like this.



“He doesn’t even notice anymore” she continued. “He seems bored with me. There was a time where he made me feel pretty and loved and now…” she stammered off. She wiped her eyes again and collected herself. “O, I’m sorry John, you don’t want to hear this.” she said as she reached up and closed the cabinet above her.



I put my hand on the small of her back and simply said, “Mom…” She turned and looked at me with eyes wide, like a woman who hadn’t been touched like that for a long time. “I love you. I notice you. I think you’re not just pretty, but gorgeous. In fact mom, you’re the most beautiful woman I know.” I said this to her not to make her feel better, but because I truly thought it.



“Ooo sweetie” she said as she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist in return. “…thank you so much. You really know how to flatter your mother.” she said, and kissed my cheek as she pulled back. For some reason I didn’t pull away my arms still around her waist, and I held her close to me. She didn’t seem to mind very much though.



I spoke with a clarity I didn’t know I had. “I didn’t say that because you’re my mother, or to flatter you. I said it because it’s the truth. You really are gorgeous. You’re perfect in fact, Mom. I’m serious when I say you’re the most beautiful, attractive woman I know.”



“Are you serious John, do you really think I’m beautiful?” she asked with a new tone in her voice, like that of someone starting to realize something. “You think your boring old mother is attractive?”



I didn’t know what I was doing, or why, but I knew it felt like something I’d been planning on forever. I tightened and arms around her waist and her pulled against me. Her face was only a few inches from mine now, and our lower bodies were pressed against each other. I seemed to have forgotten where I was or with whom, and my mother looked as if she didn’t much care either. Some inexplicable attraction was pulling us together and neither of us wanted to resist it.



“I don’t think you’re boring or old Mom. I think you breathtaking and beautiful and unappreciated. Dad doesn’t deserve you Mom. You’re stunning…” I said with all the sincerity in the world. Part of me couldn’t believe what I was doing, but most of me didn’t worry about it. This moment was instantaneous and potent and irresistible. It felt too right to be wrong.



I leaned forward and pressed my lips against my mother’s. Immediately her arms wrapped around my neck, welcoming me. In an instant everything in the world seemed nonexistent. We didn’t worry about my father in the other room or anyone else for that matter. Our kiss grew more passionate by the second, and soon our lips were parting rhythmically. When I felt my mother’s tongue press into my mouth I became aware of the enormity of this moment. I pulled away for a brief moment and we stared at each other with similar intensity. We looked at each other both asking the same unspoken question. Our answers were clear and unwavering.



We dove forward for each other simultaneously, and our lips moved feverishly across one and other. Our tongues massaged each other. I could feel my mother’s hand against the back of my neck, trying to pull me close and closer. My arms unwrapped around my mother’s waist. Instead I reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks with my hands. I pulled her groin into mine, and for the first time I’d become aware of my erection. It wasn’t until I felt it pressed against my mother’s stomach that I noticed it. At the feel of it, a soft moaned escaped her mouth and through our kiss. She bit my bottom lip and pulled it.



I had no idea how we had gotten here, and so fast, but I didn’t need to argue with the reality of the situation. I pulled away unenthusiastically, interrupting our kiss. Even though I was drunk on the moment, part of me couldn’t completely ignore the possibility that we could get caught. We stared at each other again both breathing heavily. “You’re amazing Mom, and dad doesn’t deserve you, so don’t worry about him. I’ll show you that you’re still beautiful…that I notice everything about you. I’ll show you that you’re still loved… if you’ll let me…”



My mother looked at me and smiled. She put her lips close to my ear and whispered, “I’d love that John.” The sound of this sent shivers down my spine. She went back to looking at me for a moment, before she smiled and turned towards the kitchen table. Just before she got back to cleaning the kitchen, in a final crescendo that summed up the indescribable moment we just shared, she did one last thing. She stopped, looked back over her shoulder at me, and bit her bottom lip in one of the most seductive sexual poses I’d ever seen. She finished it with a wink, and began clearing off the table like nothing had happened.



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After the confusing, and exciting moment in the kitchen, I decided to go upstairs to my room and think things over a little. On the way there, I stopped in the living to ask my father a brief question.



“Everything OK Dad?” I asked sounding casual. My father lowered the news paper he was holding in front of himself and looked at me blankly for a moment.



“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” He asked in return as if the idea of him being upset about anything at all was preposterous. His voice was the same cold and dry tone it always was.



“Just checking” I said, turning to head upstairs to my room. My father stared at me quizzically, as if I had recently gone insane. He raised the paper slowly again and continued reading.



I walked up the stairs quietly, not noticing the world fade away into a blur. The TV downstairs, the crinkle of my dad’s newspaper, the creek in the steps beneath my feet; everything became distant. I walked down the hall, dizzied by the pace of my racing thoughts, until I reached my bedroom door. It was my hand on the doorknob turning it, but it felt like I watched it from 10 feet away. I took a seat on my bed and watched for a few minutes as the world flew around me.



I thought about how even though I hadn’t planned on ever kissing my mother, I wasn’t upset that I did. In fact I my mind started processing the whole situation differently. I should’ve been embarrassed and regretful, but for some reason, I wasn’t. It was like every preconceived notion I had in my life, didn’t make any sense. My sense of wrong and right seemed vague and superficial. I searched for any reason I could use to tell myself I was wrong, but I just didn’t believe it. They only concern I had was that my mother might actually become upset with me when she thought everything over. Just in case she was, I figured I should let the waters cool for a little and apologize later that night. I wasted a few hours on the internet before deciding to head down stairs.



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Chapter 2



It was a little after 9 when I left my bedroom and headed down stairs. It was a bit cold in the house so I had on some sweat pants and a long sleeve t-shirt. When I got to the bottom of the steps, I saw my dad had fallen asleep in his chair. He seemed to have replaced his newspaper with a novel, which was closed on his lap. Usually my mother was in the living room as well in the evening, watching TV, so I was surprised when I didn’t see her there like I expected to. At the sound of the bottom step creaking, my father jolted his head up and was awake.



“Well, guess it’s time to turn in.” he said, before yawning loudly. Set in his ways, his routine made him appear to be a man closer to 70 than 50 sometimes. He lowered the leg rest on the recliner, put his novel on the coffee table and stood up.



“You going to bed?” I asked indifferently as I took a seat on the couch. I didn’t want to seem suspicious to him.



“Ya, long day tomorrow. Then Tuesday I leave for a weak to go to Chicago.” he replied. He started heading up the stairs slowly.



“Mom go to bed too?” I asked causally while I flipped through the TV channels.



“I think she’s in the family room. I’m not sure.” he answered. He spoke in the tone of a man who couldn’t care less if his answer was right or not. “Goodnight” he muttered from the top of the steps, and a second later I heard the bedroom door close behind him.



I didn’t really have any interest in watching TV, so I turned it off and left the remote control on the couch. I was just anxious to see if my mom was still downstairs and awake. I made my way through the kitchen and dining room. On the back of our house we had a family room, where I expected her to be, but I was surprised to see the lights were dimmed and she wasn’t there. I stood there perplexed for a moment before I realized the sunroom had the lights on. I walked through the dimly lit family room until I was close enough to see my mother. She was sitting on the wicker couch with a book in her lap reading. I opened the door to the sunroom and went in.



“Hey sweetie” my mother greeted me before I even had the door closed. If she was upset, she surely didn’t sound it.



“Hey” I replied simply. I sat down next to her on the couch, where she was sitting Indian style with a book in her lap. She had fleece pants on and a hoodie and was wearing her hair in a pony tail. For a second I couldn’t help but notice how youthful she looked. The sunroom was cooler than the rest of the house, but she looked comfortable none the less. “Aren’t you cold in here?” I asked anyway.



She let the book close is her lap, looked up at me with a smile, and asked: “Nope, perfectly comfortable. Are you?”



“No, I’m fine.” I admitted. I was a bit nervous about bringing up the topic of the kiss, but I decided to just get to it. “…but I wanted to say something.” I cleared my throat.



“I’m sorry about earlier Mom. I didn’t mean to do that and I hope it didn’t upset you. I just went out on a whim and didn’t think it over and I know it was inappropriate, so I’m…” That was all I said before my mother interrupted me.



“No, no John… don’t apologize,” she said. I looked up at her curiously. “I’m not upset at all sweetie… you didn’t upset me. In fact, kind of the contrary.” The last sentence rolled off her tongue with a newfound playful tone. “I was thinking about everything you said earlier. John, those were some of the nicest, loving things anyone has ever said to me. It didn’t matter to me that you were my son. You made me feel so loved and wanted.” Her voice had become growingly more sincere. “John… I’m glad you kissed me. That was the most passionate, sensual kiss I think I’ve ever had. Your father’s never even kissed me like that.”



Any mild doubts I had about my mother being upset seemed to float away. I said: “Mom, I meant those things, I really did.” We were locked in the same intense stare we had found ourselves in earlier that night. “I really do think you’re beautiful” I said.



“John… kiss me again baby.” my mother said to me. It seemed to ring throughout my entire body like a shockwave. I leaned over quickly, put my hand behind her neck, and pulled my mother to me. We kissed with as much fire and passion as the first time, except this one was different. I could feel gears moving inside me. I could feel the change happening. Something… somewhere deep in my psychology, was being shaken loose. I knew that it was wrong and we shouldn’t be doing it, but I liked it. As I kissed my mother more and more sensually, I realized I liked being wrong, being taboo. I pulled away to look at mother, and everything clicked. I lusted for her. I wanted to do everything to every part of her. I suppose she might have been thinking the same thing… because she paused as long as she could.



My mother flung her lips back against mine, and our arms wrapped around each other. “Ooo mom…” I moaned through our kiss although I hadn’t meant to.



“Yes baby,” she was quick to reply.



I was operating off pure instinct at that point, with no time for reason or judgment. Slowly I moved my hand down to my mother’s right thigh. As we kissed I moved it slowly back and forth, climbing more and more each time. When I reached the bottom of her shirt, I slide my hand under it instead of over. Slowly still, in rhythm with our kissing, I slid my hand up my mother’s side. I paused kept it below her right tit for a few minutes without going any further. When she didn’t protest, I slid it slowly until I felt her bra, and eventually I had her whole boob in my hand.



Suddenly she slowed down the kiss pulled away from me. “Wait baby,” she said reluctantly. She pulled my hand off her boob. She looked like she was unsure. “Kissing is one thing… but we can’t get out of control John. We have to keep in mind that I’m your mother and you’re my son. Even though kissing is great, and I don’t want to stop, we can’t go any further. I was devastated by the sound of this for two reasons. One being that I wanted to do much more than kiss and two, I felt terrible and guilty. I had to struggle to keep from crying actually.



“Shit… I’m sorry mom. I can’t believe I did that. I’m so sorry.” I pleaded, feeling fully embarrassed.



“No John, don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong sweetie.” She put her hand under my chin and raised my face up to see hers. “I just want us to make sure we don’t go too far,” she said. “Kissing is fine, as long as it’s our little secret, OK? Your dad can never hear about it.”



“Of course mom, I wouldn’t tell anyone, especially not dad. I promise,” I told her sincerely.



“Ok baby, I believe you. I’m going to go bed sweetie; long day,” she said. Before she got up though, she leaned in and put her lips back on mine. Her tongue slipped in soon after. “We got the whole day to ourselves tomorrow babe, and plenty more of this unless you’re opposed?”



“No, not at all Mom,” I said excitedly.



“Good. See you then sweetheart.” and with that she picked up her book and headed out of the sunroom.



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Chapter 3



I struggled to sleep that night. After I masturbated twice to mental image of my mother, I still couldn’t relax. All I should see was her face and mine coming together. All I could feel was how her firm breast felt in my hand. My mind reeled all night with thoughts and images of her. I hadn’t fallen asleep by the time I heard my dad get into the shower, or even by the time I heard the front door close as he left for work. I figured my mother would be up soon anyway, so I mind as well just wait.

At a few minutes before 9, I heard my parent’s bedroom door open, quickly followed by my mother’s footsteps down the hallway towards the bathroom. I laid there for a few minutes thinking about the possible image of my mother’s naked body in the shower and decided to get up and get moving for the day. Despite no sleep I didn’t feel very tired at all, most likely still buzzing off the unexpected thrill of the previous night. I got up, threw a pair of nylon shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt on, and headed out of my bedroom.



Before I reached the steps to head downstairs, I noticed the sound of the shower was much louder than normal, and I paused. Out of curiosity I decided to head down the hall. I couldn’t yet see that the bathroom door was open, but when I got in front of it, it hit me. The door was cracked open about 2 inches, which was plenty enough to see inside. My mom had never done that before. When I closed one eye and looked in though, I couldn’t believe my luck.



My mother wasn’t in the shower yet, but rather standing completely naked in front of mirror. I had never seen her naked body fully until then, and instantaneously my perception of beauty changed. She stood there with her long brown hair falling down over her shoulders. My mother was young comparatively. She had me young when she was only 20. Now, at 40, she looked much better than other women her age. Maybe it was because she didn’t have the stress of a job and hence time to work out regularly or maybe she was simply blessed.



She was average height, about 5’6″ and had a curvy but firm 130lb frame. She had full 34C breasts that looked too good to be real, but were. Her skin was a soft cream color. Not overly pale, but natural. She had long dark brown hair that was naturally wavy and it fell down to her mid back. Standing there looking at her through the crack, my eyes naturally followed the hair, down her smooth back to her round ass. I couldn’t take my eyes off. I noticed the smooth cream skin of her ass cheeks and the little dimples above them. I saw her ass crack and it drove me crazy in just seconds. My dick was rock hard as I stared at the back of my mother’s naked body.



It was what happened next though that I couldn’t believe. She looked over her shoulder towards the door and I was struck with dread. I was sure she saw me. She looked back towards the mirror though after a second, as if she hadn’t seen me after all. Then, she took the hair band off her wrist, and did the most amazing thing. My mother bent completely forward letting her hair hang down. 10 feet in front of me my mother’s naked ass was spread as she bent completely forward. She took a considerably long time putting her hair in a pony tail, but eventually she stood back up, and headed to the shower. As she got in and pulled the shower curtain behind her, I felt like I was in a daze. I ran to my room and masturbated in record time, after which I headed down stairs to grab some breakfast.



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It was about a half an hour later, and I was standing at kitchen counter reading the sports section and eating a bowl of Apple Jacks. At some point in my life, I got into the weird habit of standing at the counter to eat when I’m eating alone, and although it annoyed a lot of people, I was set in my ways as well I suppose. Anyway, as I stood there reading the paper and shoving heaping spoonfuls of cereal in my mouth, I must not have heard my mother walk downstairs, or even into the kitchen for that matter. Needless to say, when I felt two arms wrap around my waist out of nowhere, it scared the hell out of me. In just a second’s time, I dropped my spoon, jumped a foot in the air, and yelped like a dog.



Immediately, before I even turned around, my mother was in hysterics. When I turned around to face her, she had her hands over her mouth in a half shocked, half laughing face. Her eyes were wide and I could hear her laughing under her hands, but trying not to.



“You scared… the living… shit out of me woman…” I said in a drawn out and dramatic way. I wanted to look serious, but seeing my mom so entertained, I couldn’t help the smirk that I was slowly developing. “Stop it…” I tried to say gravely, but laughter’s too contagious, and I couldn’t fight it off any more. “Seriously mother… you got me good,” I said now chuckling along.



My mother lowered her hands from her face and said: “Sweetie… I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. You were so jumpy, you actually scared me a little,” she said still laughing. Quickly though, her voice became more warm and intimate. She said to me: “All I was trying to do was this sweetie…” and she came forward and put her arms around my waist again. I wrapped mine behind her neck and we stood completely against each other. My mother was wearing a sexy blue button up blouse, and her voice became low and sensual. “I just wanted to be close to you…” she told me in what was close to whisper. The sexuality in her voice raised the hairs on my neck.



I was too quickly turned on to still pretend to be annoyed. I said to her as seductive as I could, “Now you are…” We pulled each other as close as possible as our lips met. The kiss heated up quickly. With my mom’s arms around my waist holding me against her, my crotch was against hers. I felt my erection growing, but I didn’t care. Within 20 seconds I had a rock hard dick and I could feel it pressing against my mother’s soft mound. I knew she could as well when her breathing grew heavier and soft moans came between her kisses.



She pulled away just enough that when she spoke her lips were so close they fluttered against mine. “Does your mother get you excited?” she asked me. I could feel her ever so slightly pressing harder against my erection.



“Fuck mom… you’re torturing me. When you talk to me like that, I have a lot more on my mind than just kissing.” I told her.



She seemed to think about this for a second as if she’d been wrong, and said finally, “You’re right sweetie, I am torturing you, and that isn’t very fair. I suppose I’ll have to make it up to you huh? How about this…” She took her arms away from my waist and took a step back. She was standing a little over a foot away now and still stared into my eyes. My cock throbbed harder than ever. “How about I reconsider your request from last night…” she said slowly as she reached up and unbuttoned the top button.



She took her time and slowly worked her way down, unbuttoning her whole blouse. I was praying that it wasn’t a terribly cruel joke of some sort. She stood there in front of me, looking into my eyes, with her shirt unbuttoned. Slowly she reached up and pulled the blouse off one arm, then the next, and then she let it drop to ground all together. Even with a bra one her boobs looked amazing.



“You still want to see mommy’s tits sweetie?” she asked like seductress.



“Fuck mom…” I said in disbelief. “I’d love to.”



She reached behind herself, and undid the clasp of the bra. Slowly she grabbed the bra and let it fall down her arms, to the floor. My mother was standing in front of me showing me her perfect, firm tits. It was when she pressed against me again that I couldn’t control myself.



“Oooo fuck mom.” I said as I felt her breasts against me. I kissed her hard and forcefully. I kissed her face and her neck and up to her ear. I slowly sucked her neck back down, but didn’t want to stop.



“Oooo baby… I don’t know…” my mother said doubtfully, but clearly turned on. “I don’t think you should…. O John!” she interrupted herself loudly when my lips slid down her boob. When I finally took her right nipple in my mouth, she moaned loud enough to be a scream. “Oo shit baby that feels incredible.” She put her hand on the back of my head and forced her tit into my mouth as much as she could. “Suck me baby… suck mommy’s titties. Ooo god YES…” she screamed when I switched to the other one.



I stood there and licked and sucked my mom’s youthful breasts for at least 10 minutes. I could tell she was getting more and more aroused by her breathing and how she started rhythmically pressing against my hard on. Finally, without any warning, she shuttered and shook a little. “OOO god… OK, that’s enough for right now,” she said, stepping away from me. “That felt amazing baby… really” Her voice was almost shaking. She reached down and grabbed her bra, put it back on and picked up the blouse. “I just need a couple minutes sweetie…” she told me with explaining what she meant. She turned and walked hurriedly out the kitchen and up the stairs. Her bedroom door closed hard behind her.



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I figured my mother had gone to masturbate in her room, which I wish I could’ve seen somehow. Just as horny as she was, I sat down on the living room couch to do the same. I wasn’t worried about being out in the open. We both knew what each other was up to. I closed my eyes and immediately saw the image of my mother’s naked ass in the bathroom, bending over in front of me. I lost myself in my fantasy. “O fuck mom…” I moaned out loud. “Fuck. O yes, yes, YES, I’m gonna cum mom!” I moaned loudly “I love you mom…” I said as I came. I was filled with bliss.



I didn’t know or how or why, but I knew my desires for my mother were intensifying by the minute. I didn’t want to hold back. I didn’t want to be reserved. I wanted to make love to every inch of her body, every way that I could. My lust was beginning to blanket over me, consuming my thoughts and engulfing my mind. After a few minutes of contemplating all of that had come to life recently, I opened my eyes and put my dick away. I put the TV on and flipped through the channels aimlessly. I managed to zone out after a little while and gave my head a well deserved break. All seemed well.



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It was a quarter after four when I woke up. Soon Boss Bob would be home from work, bringing with him servings of pessimism for everyone. Outside, the autumn sun was low in the sky, spilling orange light and long shadows through the windows in the living room. The TV was still on, but it had been muted at some point while I was sleeping. I hadn’t expected to sleep at all, let alone four plus hours. I was still drowsy from the long nap, so I let out a lengthy yawn as I stood up to stretch.



“Rise and shine,” I heard come from the kitchen. I strolled in leisurely to investigate. My beautiful mother was standing at the kitchen sink, busy with the unbeautiful job of scrubbing potatoes. That was my chance for retaliation I thought, and although I wouldn’t scare her, Id have my fun. “You were out cold,” she said, again without looking back at me. I came behind her and slipped my arms around her waist as she had done to me earlier.



“You should’ve woke me up, beautiful,” I said as I kissed her neck. My kiss grew wilder as I sucked and licked her neck more passionately. She put the potato she was cleaning in the colander and closed her eyes. It didn’t take much of each other to get either of us going, and I could feel myself growing with excitement.



“Mmmm, that’s lovely baby… but we have to save it for later. Your father could be home early and walk in any minute,” she protested, although I didn’t plan on stopping. The feeling on my mom’s firm ass pressed against me was amazing. I could feel the tip of my cock poking right between her ass cheeks. Slowly, I pushed forward and back. “No sweetie, don’t,” she said unconvincingly. “We can’t…”



I didn’t say anything in rebuttal, but rather kept rubbing the bulge in my pants along her ass crack. It felt better than I could’ve dreamed. Her thin black pants didn’t keep much to the imagination, and I could feel my mother’s ass perfectly as I slid along.



“Oooo John… I want to…” she moaned, “but I can’t.” This time she tried turning to face me, but I didn’t loosen my grip on her hips. She looked back at me when I wouldn’t let me spin around. I couldn’t help it… it felt so incredible. My dry thrusts got faster. “Sweetie… we can’t… not now…” she added at the end and it sparked a fire in me. I stop dry humping her ass, and spun her by the hips to look at me. I purposely pushed my hard bulge into her pussy at which she let out a genuine moan of delight.



“Not now?” I asked. I was pressing into her crotch as much as I could. “Why can’t we?” I asked. “Why mom?”



She looked at me through heavy breaths and said: “Because… because your father will be home soon. Later… later tonight sweetie” my mother said to me almost in a moan. I smiled and kissed her softly without my tongue. After what felt like an eternity I pulled away for my mom and said: “Ok.” I decided to be good for a few hours, so I went over and set the table while my mom cooked dinner, and we talked about movies and music and people we knew, and we laughed.



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Dinner was just as quiet and awkward as the night before, if not more so. The only brief conversation during the whole meal was from my father reminding us he was leaving the next day, and would be gone for a week. My mother and I both acknowledged his comment as casually as we could, both trying to hide the energetic excitement we felt about it. The meal was filled with sideways glances and hidden grins shared between the two of us. It seemed as if, though neither of us knew what the immediate future held, we we’re both excited for its arrival. I knew my mom had vague limits in mind for the two of us, but it was becoming increasingly harder to hold back or at least for me. In fact, I was bubbling with so much sexual energy, it at times, felt like I was on drugs. I had no appetite, I was restless, I couldn’t sleep… I felt like I was coked out on lust; strung out on desire. I was daydreaming about these same similarities, between sexual desire and drugs, when my father brought me back to earth.



“The meatloaf was good Allison,” my dad said as he stood up from the table. He didn’t even look at mom, or try to sound even partially meaningful. His voice gave the message, “I couldn’t care less if your meatloaf was baked dog shit or a gift given from God himself, Allison” He walked out of the kitchen towards the living room, looking as if we we’re strangers in his home. My whole life I never liked my dad or felt any love towards him, but for the first time, I felt what it was like to truly hate someone. I hated my father for his selfish life, for putting work before me and mom, but right then and there, most of all, for not loving my mother. He would never know what he had, or could’ve had, and so he would never learn what regret felt like. He would die the same heartless and emotionally ignorant man he spent his whole life as. I watched him shuffle away with his back to us, thinking to myself about how that image symbolized his whole life.



“Hello? Earth to John… this is ground control…” My mother’s voice faded in as the world around me came back into focus. I shook my head to clear the daze and looked over at her. She was wearing a playfully naughty smile which suggested more mischievousness than innocence.



“Wow… I was totally gone there for a second.” I said to her. “Sorry about that… what did you say?”



“I asked would you be willing to help me with the dishes again tonight? As long as you don’t mind that is?” my mother asked me. Her voice was casual, but her face was a wicked pose of seduction. Looking right at me, she took her index finger and stuck it in her mouth, then slowly pulled it out, licking it with her tongue all the way to the tip. In the few seconds it took to do that, she flipped all my switches and I was in overdrive.



“Ab-so-lute-ly” I answered, not nearly as relaxed sounding as my mother. She smiled, stood up, and carried some dishes to the sink. I grabbed what I could, and followed suit. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her juicy ass as I walked towards her. I had dirty dishes in both hands, and when I was right behind her; I reached around and dropped them in the sink. Now that my hands were free, I put them on her hips as I leaned against her. I poked bulge against her ass, and just like before, it was incredible. I didn’t waste any time the second time around, and I immediately began rubbing up and down her ass crack. Either she was ready for it, or she was operating on a new lever of sexual energy.



My mother turned around effortlessly and was looking right in my eyes. “Shhhh… just wait till he goes to bed. He has to pack yet so it won’t be long. And I promise…” she paused. She took her hand and put it on my chest, slowly sliding it down, until finally, she grabbed my cock through my pants. I was in disbelief. I opened my mouth as if to moan, but no sound escaped. “… It’ll be worth it” she finished. She let go of me, kissed me softly on the cheek, leaned up to my ear. “I promise…” she whispered in my ear, and sucked my ear lobe before turning back to the dishes.



Waiting for my dad to go upstairs and start packing seemed to be the longest 45 minutes of my existence. I paced around the kitchen for a little while helping to finish the dishes. I was at the point by then though, where I couldn’t hang out platonically with my mother. The gravity of her sexuality had become too powerful. I felt like I was a few PSI short of exploding all together, so I tried to make myself busy elsewhere.



I attempted watching TV in the family room, but after flipping the channels for 30 seconds, I literally laughed at how pointless it seemed. Up to my room then, I concluded, where tried to distract myself with aimless web surfing. It wasn’t more than five minutes before I found myself staring at porn. Clearly that wasn’t going to work I conceded. I picked up a book, read 2 sentences, and tossed it aside. I thought for a brief moment I might be able to channel my libido into a work of creative writing. I held the pen above the blank notebook page for only a few seconds before laughing at myself and tossing the pen across the room. After pacing around for a few dilated moments, realizing I exhausted all ideas, I gave up the delusion of distraction and dropped myself onto my bed. Finally, as I was staring up at the ceiling, no longer trying to tame my atomically paced thoughts, I lost my focus on the time. It felt like as soon as I finally lost track of time, I heard my father walking up the steps. I jumped up, got in character, and opened my bedroom nonchalantly just as my dad was passing my room.



“Early night?” I asked him trying to sound naïve.



“Yep.” he said. He couldn’t be bothered to turn around so he kept on walking. “Flight leaves early. See you in a week.” he said as he pulled the bedroom door shut behind himself.



My smile was immediate and from ear to ear. “See you in a week you sad, old fool” I quietly replied. I wasted no time hurrying down the stairs.



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I wasn’t sure exactly what I was expecting, but whatever it was, it wasn’t this. The living room and kitchen were empty, and when I walked into the family room, I saw my mother sitting on the couch, legs crossed, and looking all business. I didn’t know what was going on, but it sure didn’t feel like a room full of positive vibes.



For a few long and silent seconds, I stood staring at my mother, feeling completely confused. “What’s wrong?” I asked her gloomily. I was almost certain something was.



“Nothing’s wrong sweetie, just come have a seat.” she said, and accompanied it with a pat on couch next to her. I walked over and sat down, all the while praying and pleading things weren’t over with.



“What um… so nothing’s wrong?” I asked skeptically. “I thought earlier you said…” but interrupted before I could shoot myself in the foot.



“I know what I said. And I don’t break a promise” my mother told me. My hopes were re-inflated a good bit by that, but I was still worried about her sudden demeanor change up. She continued: “We just need to talk though for a few minutes … it’s important.” My nerves were roller-coastering up and down. I tried sounding sincere and concerned. “Ok mom.” I said. Luckily by talk, she meant more along of the lines of her talking and me listening.

“John… what we’ve been doing is wrong, we both know that. A mother and son should not be comfortable doing the things we’ve been up to recently. We should feel guilty and regretful about what…”



“But Mom, I don’t regret…” I started



My mother interrupted my outburst. “Just let me finish what I have to say sweetie.” she told me patiently. “What I was saying is that, what we’ve done is wrong, and we know it is, and we should feel terrible for even thinking about such things… but we don’t” I was starting to unclench. “I don’t regret any of it either sweetie, and I DO know it’s wrong, but honestly, I don’t care. Honestly John… I like being wrong. In fact, I love it baby.” My sexual electricity slowly started circulating again. My mother’s words started becoming more passionate, and I had an idea her libido was bucking back as well.



“This is what I wanted to say. We just have to be careful John, really careful. We can’t lose control. No one can ever know sweetie, especially your father. No one, OK?”



“Of course Mom. Of course I don’t want anyone to know.” I assured her.



“Next, we have to stay in control baby. I tried setting limits, but it’s clear that we both can only resist so much. So here’s what I’ve thought…” She paused and took a deep breath. “… no limits… but with the one major exception of sex. And we should go slowly. We can make each other happy plenty of other ways. We can’t have sex, at least not just yet. Can you agree to that baby?”



I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Even with all the crazy and unexpected twists that had found me in those 24 hours, I was shocked at what I had heard. Did she mean what I thought? Was she really OK, with everything but sex? I had to clarify. “Mom… are you saying… we can… do anything we want besides have sex?” I was close to overloading at the point.



“If you’re ok with that, and as long we go slow at first” she said



“Ooo God mom…” I half moaned. “…I’d do anything for that”



My mother smiled a seductive grin and said: “OK, Last thing I have to ask you is this…” her concerned look just moments before had given was to fully seductive, sensual scowl. She looked right in my eyes and asked: “…Do you want me baby? Do you want mommy?”



I had never wanted someone so badly in my entire life. “Oooo God” I moaned. “Yes mom… yes… ” My dick was rock hard and pointing straight up in my shorts. You should see the bulge twitch with my heartbeat.



My mother got up off the couch, and stood directly in front of me. She slowly started unbuttoning her shirt, dragging it out as long as she could. “Is this what you want, your mother’s soft body? You know we shouldn’t do this… and you like that huh baby?



“Fuck Mom… your making me so horny. I want you… every part of you.” I moaned.



She let the shirt fall to the floor, reached behind her back, and undid the bra clasp. She let the bra slide down her arms and onto the floor as well, and I was stuck starring at her perfect boobs. They were full and firm and round and perfect. “Is Mommy’s making you horny baby? Am I making your dick hard?”



“Oooo shit” was all I could moan.



“I know what you want, what you’ve wanted from the beginning. In fact you’ve always wanted it huh? You want your mother to make you cum huh sweetie? You don’t want to just kiss me…” she said as she started squatting in front of me. “You want to feel mommy’s hand softly wrap around your hard cock, huh? Tell me baby,” she said while she was kneeling on the floor in front of me.



“Please mom…” I whined. I was close to breaking.



“Please what John?” my mother asked me. She started slowly sliding her hands up my calves.



I couldn’t think straight. “ahhhh fuck,” I cried loudly. “Make me cum you dirty little slut.”



My mother looked like a woman who’d had a flipped switched. Something about talking to her like that didn’t just fuel the fire, it through gasoline on it. “O, you want mommy to be your naughty little slut? Is that what you want your mother to be for you… a nasty slut? Ok baby… I can be your sex slave” She reached up and hooked her fingers in the waistband of my shorts, pulling them right off. She had turned into a sexual devil. My dick and popped through the slit in my boxers when my mother pulled my shorts off. She just looked at me for minute, and then she hooked my boxers, and pulled them off too. Much slower than the shorts though. For some reason she seemed to change back to the slow sensual Allison. She stared into my eyes without looking away as she slowly wrapped her hand around my shaft.



“O fuck…” I gasped. “I don’t think I can last Mom.” I couldn’t believe my own mother’s hand was finally holding my cock.



“Shhhhshhhh” she said. “Don’t worry about the first few baby, there’ll be plenty more. Just focus on cumming for mommy. Don’t try to delay it sweetie, just close your eyes and cum” her hand moved up and down my shaft so slow, but it didn’t matter, I was going to exploded any second.



“O fuck, fuck mom…” I moaned. “I’m gonna cum for you. IM GONNA CUM MOM…..” I moaned loudly, and that was it. Fireworks and stars and cosmic lightening filled my head and relaxing pulsated throughout my entire body. I closed my eyes and felt myself cum harder than I ever had in my life. I knew it was shooting across the room most likely.



As I came, I heard my mother’s moans. She moaned softly as my dick emptied its whole load, except for one brief loud moan that made it sound like she’d been surprised. When I opened my eyes again, and looked down at my amazing mother, I couldn’t believe what I saw.



As she knelt in front of me, staring into my eyes, she looked at me with a face covered in cum. She must have done it on purpose, because it looked like every pump landed on her face. I was on her lips and chin, one of her cheeks, all over her forehead, and a large strand was in her hair. I thought I’d seen the sexiest thing ever at that point, but seeing my mother, stare at me with my cum all over her face, and smile, was too much.



“Holy fuck mom….” was all I could say. She stood up and looked down at me sitting on the couch.



“I’m going to go clean up real quick. I’ll only be a few minutes. You though… you don’t go anywhere” She put the blouse on over her bare chest and walked out of the room.



Although my thoughts were still running in short, vivid bursts, the realization of finally climaxing at the hands of my mother brought with it some lucidity. “What if dad had heard us?” I asked myself. The idea of being caught seemed simultaneously horrifying and intoxicating. Surely it would bring with it humiliation and consequences abound, but the idea of it being possible seemed to fuel the forbidden fire. As arousing as the thought was though, I knew if I wanted to continue enjoying the unbelievable chain of events I had found myself in, no one could ever know. I pulled up my shorts and considered following to see where my mother had gone before deciding not to. She stuck true to her word anyway, and returned shortly after she left.



Having at least eased some of the sexual tension between us, the rest of the night was spent kissing and talking and feeling each other. I wanted to go further and faster, but I didn’t disregard my mother’s request to take things slowly. I thought I’d at least get another hand job that night, but when I didn’t, and my mother kissed me and headed up to her bedroom, I wasn’t upset in the least. For the first time, the idea of pacing ourselves seemed appealing. I never wanted it to end, and taking our time seemed a sure fire way to prolong the journey. I was more content and satisfied that night than I could ever remember being, and after relieving myself, sleep consumed me with a warm totality.



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Chapter 4



I woke up the following morning feeling rested and whole and the day seemed to be awaiting my arrival. Outside the window I saw a beautiful autumn morning. The sunshine and blue skies were a refreshing change from the recent dreariness, and a pretty strong analogy for how I was feeling. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and was surprised to find it was only a few minutes after 9. It was much earlier than I usually got up, yet I felt renewed and perceptive. I sat up in bed and pulled a shirt on. The temporary haze of first getting up began receding, and I remembered the unbelievable reality that had been unfolding.



I was beginning to get a more realistic grasp on everything; slowly starting to believe in the unbelievable. I still felt separated, like someone watching themselves from a far, but the movie was becoming less and less distant. I hadn’t awoken from a vivid dream after all it seemed, or at least not yet.



I got out of bed, stretching as I stood up. I remembered it was the beginning of a week alone with my mother, and the sunshine outside the window made more sense… of course such a beautiful day deserved beautiful weather. The idea of anything other than clear skies and sunshine seemed ludicrous. I found my slippers, slid my feet into them, and headed to the bathroom. My mother’s bedroom door was open and her bed was made, so I assumed she was already up and about. The sexuality in the day ahead demanded my attention, but I was determined to pace myself. I took my morning piss and headed downstairs.



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I was slightly surprised to find I was the only one home after I looked around the house for my mom. I checked the garage to see if her car was gone, and when I saw that I was, I shuffled around the house curiously. “Where was she at so early?” I thought. In the kitchen the coffee pot was still on and half full, so I poured myself a cup. While doing so I noticed a hand written note on the counter and read it.



“Morning Sweetie. I was up early so I thought I’d do a little shopping before the mall got crowded. I only plan on being there for an hour or two, so I’ll probably be back before you’re even up, but in case not I wanted to let you know. Beautiful day outside… we should make the most of it. Think of something you’d like us to do. Call me if you need anything babe, -Mom”



I put the note down and took a seat in the living room. I turned the TV on absentmindedly, not paying attention to the news that came on. I was going over the note in my head, “make the most of it… something you’d like us to do…” I couldn’t think of anything other than just staying in and continuing the recent sexcapades. There was anything in the world that seemed more appealing than that I thought. I wasn’t on the couch, daydreaming, for more than 20 minutes when I heard the garage door going up. Clearly I wasn’t the only one that woke up feeling terrific; it wasn’t even 10 o’clock yet.



Over my shoulder, I heard my mother come in through the kitchen and the door closing after her. “Hey…” I called from the living room without turning around. I took a sip of my coffee and pretended to be interested in whatever was on the TV.



“Morning honey,” she replied from the kitchen. I heard as she laid her keys and cell phone on the counter and poured a cup of coffee. There was the ruffle of a paper shopping bag hitting the floor, and I turned to see her walking into the living room. We both greeted each other with smiles and she took a seat on the other side of the couch.



“You were up and out early…” I inquired.



She took a sip of her coffee, and then said: “Ya, I woke up feeling great, so I decided to kill some energy since you were still asleep… although you’re up early yourself it seems.”



I turned and sat more sideways so we were facing each other. “Guess so…” I agreed. “I woke up feeling the same way actually; rested and just… great,” I said. “It was easy to sleep after last night.”



My mother smiled and agreed: “It was, wasn’t it?”



Despite not wanting to come across sounding too excited, I couldn’t keep my voice from sounding giddy. “Mom, it was incredible…” I quickly answered. “You were… I don’t even know… something else. I mean, you were amazing last night Mom. I just wish I could’ve been better for you.”



“John… you were fine baby,” my mother said, actually laughing a little. “Trust me, there’s plenty to come and it’ll keep getting better every time. Seriously, I promise… it gets better and better,” she said sounding sincere.



“Plenty to come?” I asked with a smirk. I couldn’t help how fast my mother could push my buttons.



She took another sip of coffee and put the mug down on the coffee table when she was finished. “Yes baby, plenty…” she said with a sudden seductive tone. “Especially with having the house all to ourselves for a week.” She stood up and walked towards me. When she was in front of me, she put her hands on my shoulders and sat down on my lap. Immediately, I started throbbing with desire. She didn’t waste any time getting around to kissing me, and pressed her lips against mine without hesitation. We made out for a minute or two before she pulled back and asked me, “You OK with that… just you and me for a whole week?”



“OK with it? I can’t think of anything in my entire life that I’ve ever been happier about,” I answered. I Put my hand behind my mother’s head and pulled her lips back to my own.



We kissed long and intimately for some time, up until I tried taking her shirt off. She pulled away from the kiss and smiled. “I’ll be right back sweetheart…” she said, leaned forward, kissed my forehead, and stood up. I watched her as she hurried up the stairs and into her bedroom, closing the door behind herself. “What the fuck… why?” I asked myself, feeling like the victim of cruel joke. Fortunately though, I wasn’t sitting there long, no more than 10 minutes, before I heard her bedroom door open again upstairs.



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As I heard my mother walking down the stairs behind me, I suddenly got the idea to pretend I was asleep. She didn’t say anything as she moved down the stairs and through the living room towards me. As hard as it was to do, I resisted the urge to open my eyes. I could feel her standing in front of me, looking down at me. I figured she knew I wasn’t actually asleep, but I suppose she was in the same playful mood I was in, because she decided to play along.



“Aww, did my baby boy fall asleep?” she asked out loud. “I just wanted to slip into something more comfortable for him, but I guess he got bored with me.” I almost couldn’t keep from opening my eyes after her remark, but I resisted the urge and prayed that my spontaneous decision wouldn’t backfire.



“Maybe I’ll just try another time…” she said. It took everything I had not to open my eyes. “Or maybe… maybe I should show him something new so he doesn’t get bored.”



I couldn’t see her bending down, but when I felt my mother’s hands slide forward across the top of my thighs, I knew she was kneeling right in front of me again. Her hands slid up until they reached my stomach, and back down. She did this a few more times before she reached up, and started slowly pulling off my shorts. I pretended to mumble a little as if I was actually waking up, but I’m sure my mother knew it was all an act.



“Mom?” I asked trying to sound surprised. I opened my eyes. She was slowly pulling my shorts and boxers down to my ankles.



“Sorry to wake you sweetie,” she said sensuously. She pulled my shorts and boxers completely off and my dick was sticking straight up and rock hard. “I hope you don’t mind.”



“O no, this is great way to wake up,” I said staring down at her. She was on her knees and between my legs, so I couldn’t see what she was wearing very well, at least not yet. She wrapped her hand around my cock and bit her lip seductively as she looked up at me.



“Is it baby? Then how about this…?” Still looking right into my eyes, she stuck out her tongue and slowly licked up the entire length of my dick. It was an instant and intensely erotic look as she did it. “…is this OK?” she finished. She licked my whole dick again, up to the very tip. Immediately I filled with lust.



“Ooo fuck, that’s amazing mom,” I said loudly. The feeling of her wet tongue licking slowly licking me was a sensation like nothing I’d ever experienced. “Please…” I moaned. “Please mom…”



“Please what baby, say it. Say what you want mommy to do.” She flicked the tip of her tongue lightly against the most sensitive spot on my dick, teasing me greatly.



I couldn’t keep myself restrained. “Suck it mom… please suck my dick. Please…” I moaned desperately.



My mother smiled at my lustful request, opened her mouth, and slid the tip of my cock into her mouth. It was wet and warm and unbelievable, and I never wanted it to end. She slid down the littlest bit further with each pump. I could believe my cock was in my own mother’s mouth. She began pumping up and down a little faster, and then, she slid down my dick slowly, until her lips were at the base of it. She had taken my whole cock into her throat and kept it there for a few seconds before coming up for air. She pulled away and looked at me with watering eyes. A strand of saliva trailed from the tip of my penis to her bottom lip. She leaned forward and spit on my cock.



“O fuck that’s dirty mom…” I yelled. As she lowered her head and took me back into her mouth. She sucked my cock in and out of her mouth, growing steadily faster. I wanted the moment to last for eternity, but I couldn’t delay any longer. “Mom…” I moaned loudly, “Mom… I’m close. I’m gonna cum!” I yelled. As I did, my mother thrust down and pushed my cock into her throat again, and that was all it took. I twitched and yelled, “Mommmm” as I came into my mother’s throat. She managed to keep it deep in her throat for each spurt and I could feel myself shooting cum into her throat. When I was finally finished, she slid back up my cock, looked at me and smiled. “That was… the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt” I told her.



“I’m glad John,” she said sincerely. “I love seeing that I make you happy,” and she stood up.



It wasn’t until she was standing right in front of me that I noticed what she was wearing. She had her hair up in a pony tail and was dressed in white lingerie. White stocking covered her legs until her upper thighs, where two straps were connected. The straps ran up and connected with the bottom what looked like a white corset. It had a zipper down the middle that ran from the top all the way to the bottom. It was lacey and partly see-through and held her breast high and firm with shoulder straps. In between the bottom of the corset and the top of the stockings, she was wearing lacey see-through thong. I could see the bare skin of her pussy underneath it. I stared up in disbelief. Right in front of me stood the sexiest woman I had ever seen. In my entire existence I had never laid eyes on a woman so sensual and seductive, and she was my Mother.



“Mom… you look…” I couldn’t find words meaningful enough to convey my seriousness. “You look…” I paused again, literally unable to find the words I needed.



My mother must’ve seen the genuineness in my face, because she smiled at me and said: “Thank you baby. I know what you’re trying to say, and thank you. Clearly I’ve made you speechless, which is as good of compliment as anyone could give.” Her voice took on a more a seductive tone. “Do you like seeing me like this baby?” she asked me. “Do you like mommy’s body?”



She reached up and pulled away the hair tie that was holding her pony tail. Her wavy auburn hair fell down onto her shoulders. She took a step forward and sat down on my naked lap. I could feel my dick against the soft fabric on her panties and it was almost already completely hard again. My hands fell onto her thighs as they straddle me and I could feel the soft silk of the stockings.



Staring into my eyes, she asked me: “Do you want to explore my body John? Do you want to please mommy just like I’ve pleased you baby? I want you so bad sweetie. Can you make mommy cum?”

“God, yes!” I replied without hesitation. “I’ve always wanted to mom. I’ve dreamed about what I’d do to your pussy. To actually make it reality…” I trailed off.



My mother kissed me. Not soft and sensual, but so fast and intense it scared for just a second. Our tongues flew in and out each other’s mouths as if it would be our last kiss. After a few minutes of this, my mother leaned back, staring at me with the same sexual fierceness as earlier, and pulled the zipper down the middle of her corset. She unbuckled the straps that connected it to the stockings and took it off. Her boobs were amazing. I didn’t feel the nervousness anymore, I didn’t waste any time.



I immediately grabbed her right boob, leaned forward, and took the nipple into my mouth. I felt my mother’s hand on the back of my head, gripping my hair between her fingers. She pulled me tighter against her. I licked and sucked her hard nipple, and when I gently bit it between my teeth she erupted.



“Ooo fuck baby…” she screamed loudly.



I kissed and licked my way across her chest to the other side and did the same thing. She was starting to moan louder and louder. I bit the other nipple just the same and she screamed in pleasure. I did this for a generous time, before finally turning and laying my mother down on her back. She seemed to like me taking charge. Her breathing grew heavier and her moans grew louder.



I took my time slowly sucking her nipples, and eventually began kissing down her chest. I kissed and licked my way down her chest and stomach. When I got to her belly button I stuck my tongue in it and she whined pleasurably in response. When I got to her the top of her thong, I bit it between my teeth, pulled it, and let it snap back against her skin. “Oooo baby” she moaned. I could feel the heat of my mother’s pussy underneath the thong. I could feel the wetness had soaked through as I ran my tongue up the wet crotch of her panties. “Do it baby boy” she yelled. I took the top of her thong between my teeth, and slowly pulled it down her legs. She looked at me and I looked up at her, and she watched me pulling of her panties with my teeth. When they were off, I slowly dragged my tongue along the inside of her leg until I was at her pussy.



It was bald and the lips were tiny and pink. I’d never seen an older woman’s cunt before, but I didn’t think they all looked that good. It was small and pink and tight like a teenager’s and I couldn’t believe I had come up of it 19 years before. I couldn’t believe I was actually seeing my mother’s pussy right in front of me; that I would actually know what it tasted and felt like. I wanted to make her do the same thing she had done to me. I blew on her clit until she whined and looked down into my eyes.



“Tell me Mom. Tell what you want. Tell your son…” I said, so close to her pussy she could feel the breath come off my lips. She closed her eyes threw her head back.



“Eat me John. Lick me baby…suck me. Taste mommy’s pussy.” She was screaming at this point.



Finally, I pushed her thighs apart, and licked up the length of her tiny slit. I had never felt a pussy that wet. My mother moaned as I touched her with my tongue. Over the next 5 minutes her moans would grow into full blown screams. I repeated licking the slit a few times, until finally, I sucked her tiny clit into my mouth. It was around this point that my mother’s grabbed my hair between her fingers and started pulling me against her cunt rhythmically. I licked her clit with increasing force, starting quite easy and growing harder and faster. My mother began moaning more graphically as she grew closer. “Suck mommy’s clit you fucking dirty boy,” she yelled. “It’s so wrong, and I love it. Be wrong and nasty to mommy… eat her pussy. Eat your mother’s pussy, eat me son…” The dirtier her moans became the more they turned me on.



Eventually, after going slow and easy, I paused, took two fingers, and slid them into my mother’s whole. “FUCK..” she screamed. I thought I might cum when I felt the warm moistness of her pussy. I pumped my fingers in and out and began licking her clit again while I did so. I could feel starting to tremble underneath me. I hooked my finger up to reach her G spot and rubbed there while I feverishly licked her tiny dome. She screamed, “FUCK BABY, RIGHT THERE! MOMMY’S GONNA CUM ON YOU, MOMMY’S GONNA…” she trailed off. Her hips began jerking up and down and she pulled my face against her pussy as hard as she could. She twitched wildly, and then she came like no woman I’d ever seen before.



A huge stream of liquid shot out of her pussy, covering my face and neck. It was followed by another and another, each filling my mouth and pouring out on to both of us. The couch was soaked, I was soaked, the floor was considerably wet. For a moment I sat up in disbelief. I had never seen a woman squirt before, let alone to that degree. I watched my mom breathing deeply behind closed eyes. The trembling steadied and her breathing became more normal.



Finally, without opening her eyes or moving, she spoke. “Baby I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. That was only happened to me once before, when I was a teenager. It’s messy and unexpected and I really hope it didn’t freak you out.”



“Are you kidding me?” I asked seriously. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I loved it mom. I love how messy it was actually. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me on top of her. My face was soaking wet still, but she didn’t care. She sucked and licked every drop of herself off my face. “Good…” she finally replied, and we lay there, both soaking wet, and kissed for a long time.



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Chapter 5



Over the next several days, we laughed and talked a lot and continued doing everything we had been. We laughed at how well we “paced” ourselves. We spent the rest of week licking and sucking and stroking and fingering each other as much as we could. We didn’t discuss dad coming home or how we would go about ourselves when he did. We didn’t worry about anything, and the week was full of frequent orgasms. For the most part, nothing progressed or changed or was note worthy. Well maybe, one night…



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It was the following Monday, and the last night before my father got home. He’d be back the following afternoon, and neither I nor my mother had brought it up. I was in the shower, leaning against the wall, just letting the warm water flow over me. I was worried that things would change the next day, or simply not exist at all. I was terrified really. I was deep in thought when the bathroom door opened, and so I didn’t hear it. I did hear the curtain slide open behind me though, and turned over my shoulder to see my naked mother stepping into the shower.



We threw our arms around each other as if we had both knew each other’s apprehensions. We kissed with more romance and sensuality than we ever had, and the feeling of the warm water flowing down over and between us, made the moment seem organic and meant to be. I finally found the courage to ask my mother whether or not things would be different the next day. I was relieved beyond description when she told me that they would be, just maybe less frequent. We told each other how much we loved each other.



I began slowly washing my mother’s body. Soap and lather covered her smooth skin as I gently rubbed a loofah over every inch of her body. At one point she was leaning against the shower wall as I washed her back and legs. She looked so smooth and soft covered in soap. I wanted to feel myself against her, so I dropped the loofah and wrapped my arms around her waist. My hard dick pressed in between her ass cheeks and I kissed her shoulder and neck softly. I feel of my cock between her ass cheeks was debilitating.



Very slowly at first, I started rhythmically pressing forward and back. I kissed and sucked my mother’s neck. I had my hands on her hips, and she put hers on top of mine and laced our fingers together. She seemed to start moving in sync with me, pushing back against me as I pressed forward. My dick was beginning to slide under her ass cheeks and against her warm slit. I pumped along her wet pussy more and more. She began moaning along with me, so I knew she wasn’t objecting .



Eventually she said to me, “Be careful baby, you can’t put it inside of me.”



I wasn’t pushing to change her mind, I was just curious when I asked her “Why?”



She sighed and squeezed my hands tighter. “We just can’t baby. No matter how much we both want to. What we’ve done so far is one thing, but we have to limit ourselves. We can’t cross that final taboo.”



“I just wish I could feel myself inside of you mom,” I said. Sliding against her pussy was a powerful reminder of the one thing I wanted more than anything. The one thing I couldn’t have.



My mother turned around to face me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her face close to mine. “Me too John, more than you’ll know. I want more than anything else to feel you inside of me, but we can’t baby… we can’t.” We pressed against each other in a kiss. When we did, my dick poked against the front of her pussy, and slid underneath it. My mother moaned in response to it, although she tried not to.



“Alright,” I conceded. “Just let me do this…” I said. I reached down and grabbed the base of my dick and slowly rubbed the tip against her clit. I moved it back and forth and sideways against her swollen clitoris. She moaned as I did so and spread her legs a little, making it easier.



“Baby, we shouldn’t…” she said very quietly.



“I’m just rubbing your clit mom,” I said seductively. “Don’t you want your son’s cock against you clit, making you cum?” I rubbed more and more and began sliding it up and down her slit at well. I rubbed the tip of my cock over every part of her vagina.



“Yes baby,” she answered. “Rub your dick against mommy’s pussy.” She had her eyes closed and her moans grew louder. I wanted nothing more in the world to push my shaft into her tight hole, but the last thing I wanted was to violate her wishes. I rubbed her clit harder and harder and right when I thought she was close to climaxing, she said to me: “Wait baby… stop.” She put her hand down and pushed my dick away from her crotch. “I need to think,” she said, sounding suddenly close to tears. She slid the shower curtain open and got out soaking wet. I watched as she grabbed her towel and walked out of the bathroom as she wrapped it around her.



“Mom…” I tried calling after her, but she didn’t reply. I heard the bedroom door slam behind her. My desire and lust were suddenly replaced by fear and worry that I fucked up majorly. I waited around all night to talk to her, and when it was 11 o’clock and she still hadn’t left her bedroom, I knocked on the door. She didn’t reply. I tried the door knob but it was locked. I stood there for 10 minutes calling her name, but she never answered me. Eventually, I gave up and went to my own room for the night.



I lay in bed and thought about the whirlwind that had unfolded in the past week. I thought about the amazing closeness we had developed. I thought about how I had fallen in love with her… I cried myself to sleep that night.



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I woke up late the following morning, about 20 minutes before noon. For the first few seconds of being awake, all seemed quiet and well, and then the previous night came flooding back into consciousness. Sleep has a cruel way of tricking you. I stayed in bed for a few minutes and stared at the ceiling. I was nervous that last night had marked the end of something great; that I had unintentionally ruined a beautiful thing. I was literally so worried my stomach churned, but I decided I had to have some closure. If things really had come to an undeserving end, I at least wanted to know for sure. I dreaded the conversation, but I knew it needed to be had. I tossed on a t-shirt and left my bedroom.



My mother’s bedroom door was opened and her was made, which didn’t surprise me since I’d slept late. I assumed she was downstairs getting ready for dad to come home, but when I got down there I realized she was not. I checked all around for her, but she wasn’t there. I checked the garage to be clear, and sure enough, her car was gone. In the kitchen, on the counter, I found a brief note. It read:



“John, I won’t be home until dinner. Your father should be home around 3. –Mom”



I didn’t know what to make of it. What would I tell my dad if he asked where mom was? Where was she actually? What had I done to mess things up so badly?



My head was reeling. I suddenly felt no compelling reason to wonder around the house anxiously all day, so I decided to go back to bed for a while. I wanted to crawl under the covers and stay there until everything seemed back to some level of normalcy. I climbed the stairs slowly, feeling as if the energy inside of me was draining. I climbed into my bed not worrying about closing the door. I didn’t think I would fall back asleep, but I suppose I did. Sleeping seemed easier than worrying I guess.



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“John… Allison? Hello?”



The voice was distant, but as I started waking up it faded into reality. My father was downstairs calling for me or mom. “Must’ve just gotten home” I thought as I regained awareness. I sat up and got out of bed.



“Hello?” he yelled louder. I walked to the banister and looked down.



“Hey dad,” I said in a tired tone, “I’m up here. Sorry I didn’t hear you at first, I was napping.”



“Where’s your mother?” he asked me.



“I don’t know. She left a note saying she’d be back around dinner but that was all,” I told him



“She better be,” my father said sarcastically. “… I haven’t had a decent meal since I left. Whatever, I’m going to take a nap myself before dinner.” He left his luggage in the living room and headed up the stairs toward me.



When he was at the top I asked him, “How was the trip?



“It was fine John,” was all he answered. His voice was undeniably short and irritated sounding. He did couldn’t be bothered by question or even to look at me as he passed on the way to his room. I thought to myself how great it would’ve been if he just hadn’t come home. He closed the bedroom door behind himself.



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It was almost 5 o’clock when my mother came in the front door. I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and as she walked in, my stomach instantaneously flip flopped. She was carrying a bag from Boston Market and headed into the kitchen with it without even a word. I followed after her and for the first time I was angry that she was being like this. She put the bag on the table turned towards the fridge.



“Mom… we gotta talk.” I said matter-of-factly.



“Is your father home?” she asked, completely disregarding my question.



“Ya, he’s sleeping,” I said. “But…”



“Go wake him up and tell him dinner is ready,” she told me. I couldn’t believe how she was handling this.



“Ok, but can we talk about what’s wrong first?” I asked deliberately. “I didn’t mean to…”



“We’ll talk tonight. Go wake up your father,” she interrupted me as she began setting the table. I was incredibly annoyed, but I did as she asked none the less.



I didn’t say a word throughout dinner. My father wasn’t as quiet as usual since he assumed his business trip was the biggest news story around and my mother and I would undoubtedly be fascinated by it. My mother asked him generic questions about the trip and they had what appeared to be a civil conversation. I picked at my food in silence, and finally decided to just get up and leave. I got up and cleared my plate and put it in the sink. I didn’t want to wait around to talk to my mother anymore. She and my father continued their artificial conversation, and I headed for my room. I had lost all hope in the idea of fixing things between my mother and I. I closed my bedroom plopped down onto my bed. I grabbed a magazine that was on the floor and started flipping through it, successfully losing track of time.



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It was about 9 o’clock when I heard my father shuffling up the steps. He walked passed my door and down the hall and after that I heard the door close. I did hear my mother’s light footsteps coming up the stairs though, so I was a little jumpy when she knocked. My heart raced.



“Come in,” I told her.



She opened the door only slightly, just enough to poke her head in my room. “Meet me in the family room in 20 minutes,” she told me. She must’ve seen a look of worry in my eyes so added, “…and stop worrying” before closing the door.



My natural reaction was to get excited, then after that worried, then confused. Instead though, I took 10 deep breaths, keeping count and trying to relax. My mind didn’t seem to be reeling, I noticed. I tried to keep calm for the whole 20 minutes and surprisingly, I did. I took one last deep breath and headed downstairs, trying to be as quiet as possible.



Not for the first time in the past week, I was surprised at what I found when I got downstairs. The living room lights were off and the kitchen lights were dimmed. The downstairs seemed dark and uninhabited. I walked through the kitchen, and in the family room I could see my mother sitting on the couch watching me. The lights were dimmed and few candles flickered on the table in front of the big couch my mom was sitting on. “Ohhh you idiot,” I thought to myself as everything started seeming more clear.



“Come have a seat honey,” my mother told me warmly. When I got closer I noticed she was wearing a sexy white blouse and black skirt; different than what she had on at dinner. My heart was pounding at a dangerously fast rate, and I took a seat next to her. I thought I’d try and start.



“I’m sorry Mom, I didn’t…”



“Shhh,” my mother told me. “…don’t apologize when you didn’t do anything wrong and stop worrying. I’m not mad or upset or anything of the like. But I do want to apologize for leaving you to worry about everything. I just needed a little time to organize my thoughts. Anyway baby, what happened last night was nothing you did, it was just an emotional overload on my part. When we were in the shower, I wanted you more than I ever had, and I was scared I would do something I’d regret. I thought about it all last night and today though, and I realized I can’t lie to myself anymore.”



“What do you mean?” I asked her



“Well John, I’ve been trying hard the past week to convince myself that we shouldn’t have sex. I searched high and low for reasons why we shouldn’t. I tried telling myself repeatedly that Id regret it; that it would ruin us somehow. Last night though… I started realizing it was all a lie. That’s why I was upset baby, because I’d been lying to myself. Does that make sense?” My mother asked me.



“It does” I told her. My blood pumped in anticipation of what I hoped she was getting to.



“I don’t want to lie to myself anymore sweetie. I know what I want, and I can’t deny it anymore,” she said. A sudden and sober finality appeared in her eyes. She stood up, walked towards me, and took her favorite seat on my lap. I rested my hands on the tight fabric of her skirt. My dick was already throbbing.



She put her lips just less than inch from mine. “I want you baby,” she whispered. “I know I shouldn’t and that it’s wrong, but I don’t care. I want to make love to you. I want us to fulfill each other. Tell me you want it too baby… tell me you want me…”



I put my hand of the back of her head and pulled her lips to mine. We kissed romantically for a minute and I pulled away. I looked right into my mother’s eyes with all the sincerity I could muster up, and said:



“I want you so bad I can’t even describe it,” I told her. “I want to be wrong Mom… I want be nasty… I want to be inside of you,” I told her. We looked at each other for a minute, taking in the moment, until finally, a magic switched had been flipped in both of us.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a submission for the Winter Holidays contest. I had to hurry and finish this to get it done in time. Would have made it longer, but I’m sure you’ll like it anyway. If you do, make sure to vote!



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Fatigue set in well before the last shot, which seemed to take forever. Those of us not wrapped for the night stood shivering in the night as our once-warm coffees sat cold and forgotten on the steps. The cabin was lit only by a couple 1K’s, casting a sliver of light on the gloomy staircase which leads to the porch. The poor girl had run her lines a hundred times and we all had hopes that each take would be her last, and she would finally get the warmth she and the rest of us wanted. And shooting a week before Christmas didn’t help.



I don’t know why they saved this shot for last. It is such a simple shot, made complicated only by the extremely late hour. She walks up to the door, looks inside, then opens the door. That’s it. Doesn’t take two hours to shoot.



But what do I know, I’m just the writer. They’ve already gutted the thing to save time and to cover up laziness, but as long as I don’t completely freeze my balls off, I’ll gladly accept a reshoot at this point. The actress has already flipped out once, the camera’s last battery has drained twice as quickly as expected because of the cold and the director herself is getting noticeably loopy. We didn’t have long before yet another probably-critical shot would get scrapped.



It wasn’t supposed to go this way.



I took this gig as a favor to an old flame. Why I thought it was a good idea to do a favor for my ex, in spite of how much her husband approved of the idea, is beyond me. She was the sort that attracted damaged people, and that should have served as a warning to me as well.



But Rea didn’t seem the type. Not at first, anyways. She my ex’s friend, the director of the movie. She struck me as the sort of normal girl that everyone knows and no one dislikes. She’s not all that social and nobody can remember the last boyfriend she even had. Not that she’s gay, but she just hasn’t done a whole lot of dating, and she sees no pressing need to do so. She likes her work, this I can tell, and she’s good at it too.



She’s about the least offensive person you’ll ever meet.



Even now, with everyone on their edge, she is still coping like a saint. She yells wrap, and it sounds like the ending of a suspended note that had been hanging in the air all night.



I helped the crew pack the lights and bring them back into the main cabin in no time, and I found Rea by he fire arguing with Jay, the production designer. She was past her patience, but didn’t have the energy to stand up to the production designer for much longer.



If Jay had a super-power, it would be bitching. Never in all my experience on movie sets have I encountered a more argumentative, time-wasting gum-flapper than this one. The sound of her voice grated on everyone. She had the look of a girl I might otherwise find insanely attractive in a librarian sort of way, with her thick-rimmed glasses and her dark, chin-length Velma-like hair. I imagine a version of her not tainted by whatever boyfriend broke her heart and made her a hateful bane on the planet. I would take her home myself, if only she wasn’t so vile.



I moved to the fire while everyone continued packing things away. “If you don’t need me anymore, I’m just gonna go back to my cabin and…” I started to say to Rea.



“Could you hang on a minute? Jay, we’ll finish this in the morning, ok.”



“What time? You need to tell me what time so that I can know when to start setting up my stuff. I can’t have people in the kitchen when I’m trying to get it ready for the breakfast scene. If we don’t start with that scene, I can…”



“Jay. 8am. I will see you at 8AM. Got it?”



“Ok, I was just emphasizing that…”



“Good night, Jay.”



Jay made a brief glance at me, as if for support, which took me aback for a moment. Then, in a firm and calculated but dramatic gesture, she stood up and walked out.



“I didn’t envy you tonight, Rea.”



She laughed and took another sip of her hot chocolate, then held it in her lap. She was sitting cross-legged and looked positively exhausted. Her tiny ears poked out from her long but unkempt hair, and I found her disinterest in brushing to be very endearing.



“Thank you for all the help,” she started again. “You’ve done way more than you were expected to.”



“It’s no biggie. You forget, this thing’s sort of my baby too. I just wanna make sure it’s as good as it can be.”



I was only sort of lying. I did see it as my baby, and I did want to make it awesome, but I felt like too much had been lost from the project. A whole scene was cut because someone — guess who — couldn’t find a dead mouse, and so the scene wouldn’t have worked. Had miss prissy-pants told me in advance she was having trouble finding a dead mouse for that scene, I would have helped. After all, I didn’t write anything that I thought would not be realistically filmable for a student film.



“I really want a shower badly.” That’s when it changed. I couldn’t put it out of my mind anymore, because she looked different to me.



Again, this whole project was just a favor to an old friend. I didn’t know Rea and, frankly, I assumed she would be terrible at making this film. She is, after all, just a student. She’s 23, about to be the first graduate with a degree in anything creative among her entire family. All of the men in her family are engineers and business types, and the women all do some form of social work. Very strange to me to meet someone struggling to be creative when she has no roots for it whatsoever. It’s a story I relate to.



Yet she has proved to be very talented, and unperturbed by the unreliable and outright lazy attitude of many who were supposed to be helping her this week. Most of all, I respect her. She kept her composure when even I would have gone ballistic.



“O joy,” she joked. She grabbed a phone from the mantle beside the fire and said, “Jay forgot her phone again.”



“She’ll be back here in the morning though, right?”



“Not without this, it’s her alarm.” She was laughing as she tossed it back down on the carpet. “I just don’t even care. I’m so tired of picking up after people.”



“Do you even really need her help tomorrow?”



She sighed. “I don’t know, I really just want to take a shower and sleep.”



“You want me to walk you?”



She turned and smiled, then looked down. She had the look of a girl who just caught a cute guy checking her out. “No, I’ll be ok. It’s not far. You can take this to Jay, though, if you want to. It’s the last cabin on the end.”



That was probably the first moment I knew I wanted Rea.



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“Jay?” I said into the dark cabin. I thought I had gotten the wrong one until I heard some clicking, followed by muffled expletives.



I opened the door, and the light I let in revealed Jay, kneeling before the fireplace. She was trying to start her fire, but she clearly wasn’t getting very far.



I was opening the door when I said her name again, and she screamed. When she saw it was me, her face curled and without looking at me, she said, “what do you want?”



“I didn’t mean to scare you, but you forgot your phone.”



“I didn’t forget it,” she said, walking to grab it from me quickly. I could see as she came close that she was in her pajamas, and she knew I could see it too.



“I’m sure you didn’t. I’m sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow.”



I was already on my way back out, when she said, “Wait.” She grabbed my hand.



Without looking at me, she began speaking to me in her typical pissy-business voice. “Nobody showed me how to make this fireplace work, and I told Rea that if I was going to be staying in a cabin that there had to be a heater. She didn’t say anything about a fireplace.”



“You’ll figure it out, I’m sure. Goodnight.”



“No, wait. Please. Look…” She was becoming very aware of her situation, and my presence in it. She needed me. She suddenly looked angry with herself. “Can you just do me this one favor, and I swear I’ll pay you back. It’s bad enough I have to sleep alone. I suppose that’s my fault. I’m kind of a bitch sometimes. I just don’t want to freeze tonight, ok? It’s supposed to get into the twenties tonight.”



“What are you going to do for me?”



She was still holding my hand when I said this. She stepped in closer and said, “what do you want?” She was no temptress at all. She was quite clumsy in her seduction, in fact, and I could see it in her face. I almost felt bad for her.



She could feel me pulling away, so she took my hand and put it to her belly, then slid it down into her PJ’s until I felt her clit beneath a patch of soft hair. She was looking me in the eyes, and her eyes said, please, for the love of God, don’t reject me now. She was absolutely vulnerable in this moment, and she knew it. She was shaking, and she wasn’t even wet.



It was too much. I made a fire for her, and neither of us said a word. She felt that I was rejecting her, even as I made a fire for her. She started to cry. Not profusely, but enough that she tried to cover it up with the movements of wrapping her body in a blanket.



I brought some wood in from outside and placed them by the fireplace and showed her how to work the bellows, in case it should die down. I moved to leave, and she grabbed me from behind, gently. She said, “So what do you want?”



Her hand was sliding down to undo my belt, but I stopped her. “That’s ok. You don’t have to. Just stay warm and get some sleep, ok?”



She shed another tear, looked down, then shook it off with a couple of nods. I made my way out of the cabin and she followed me out. She said, “Hey,” and I turned to look at her. “Thanks.”



I nodded and went back to my cabin.



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I was staying with Rea’s uncle Rob and cousin Jamie, who had both volunteered to do sound for the movie. The last two nights, they decided to steal away for a bottle of Jack and we drank the day off with stories and jokes.



When I came back to the cabin, I found Rea sitting on my bunk with a Dixie cup and a smile.



“Geez, why does it take so long to bring back a phone?” she joked.



“Oh, she couldn’t get her fire going, so I helped her out.”



“Seriously?” Rob asked. “That girl needs a lesson in humility, let me tell you. Did you know that we had a twenty minute argument about tree branches, even though it didn’t have anything to do with what she’s doing?”



“I remember that,” Jamie chimed in. “I kept thinking, ‘Dude, you’re not even doing sound, so why do you give a shit?!’ That bitch is crazy. Where did you find her, Rea?”



“Tank recommended her. I never even met her ’til the production meeting a week ago.”



“Well there’s always one,” I said. “I don’t let her get to me.”



Rea looked shocked. “You’re joking, right? You blew up more than anyone else. I heard you railing on her about moving the fridge because we needed more room, but she wouldn’t let you because it would’ve been a continuity issue.”



“I know, that bugged me. I mean, I’m the script superviser, right? Isn’t it my job to say whether we have a continuity problem?”



“With you, 100%,” Rob responded.



“I would pull rank, but I’m not really sure where I rank.” Everyone laughed.



“Well you don’t rank at all unless you finish off that bottle. You’ve got some catching up to do!” Rob was already grabbing a can of Coke out of the cooler, and I happily did as he asked.



“Here’s a toast,” I said as I finished the last drop of the bottle, “to one hell of a Hitchcock parody. May Spaz be the greatest student film ever made!”



All replied, “Here here!”



I took a drink and turned to find Rea looking at me. “What?” I asked.



“Nothing. I’m just glad to know there are sane people up here.” If this was flirting, it was lost on me completely. It would make her just as bad as me.



We talked about the movie for a while before we realized that Rob and Jamie were very likely asleep, and the light was already out by that point.



“Would you like me to walk you to your cabin?” I whispered to her.



“No need, I’m sleeping here tonight. I’m not about to build a fire if I don’t have to.”



“Fair enough. I’ll see you in the morning.”



I took off a layer of clothes and slipped into my sleeping bag in my long johns. My head was facing the side of the cabin with the fireplace, which was next to the bunk Rea was already sitting in.



The only light came from the fireplace, which was not much. But it was enough to see her undress, which I did not expect her to do. I wondered if she knew I could still see enough of her body in the light. I wondered if she even noticed or cared that I was watching.



Her uncle and her cousin were both sound asleep, and I wonder if she noticed that too. I was left to assume that she did not know I could see her, but I could not turn away from her. Even the simple act of her undressing seemed very regal to me, like she was mature enough to be seen doing it and not make a big deal out of it.



She undressed as any girl probably does in the privacy of her own room. I did not even realize she was undressing at all until I saw her turn to one side and I saw the silhouette of her exposed breasts in the flickering light of the fire. She bent over to pick up her pajama top, which she could not see at first. It placed her breasts right between me and the fire, and I could see that her nipples were hard.



She still seemed to be in no hurry, and only slightly annoyed that she couldn’t find her top. She was so calm, in fact, that I had half a mind to help her look for it.



She found it, and after putting it on, she flicked her hair back. As she began to unbutton her pants and pull them down, I became aware of my own erection. When she had them off, I could see goosebumps start to form on her legs which I wanted to touch. She must have been getting cold, because she took her panties off quickly and looked for her bottoms. Every impulse in me wanted to grab my penis and start rubbing one out. It wouldn’t have taken long. Still, it almost hurt to be in my pants.



As she bent down and away from me to look for her bottoms, I reached into my sleeping bag and pulled my long johns down as discreetly as possible. I felt the slightly cooler air on my penis and the cool of the sheets on my rear as my penis sprang back to rest on my belly.



As she stood searching for the waist band, I had a clear view of her neatly trimmed bush, but it was mostly in the shadow of her leg. Much as I wanted to rub one out, it wasn’t long before she found the opening and started to put the rest of her pajamas on. She was shivering when she finally put them on with haste.



I wanted to throw my arms around her and keep her warm, and for no other reason than she wouldn’t have asked me to. I heard her slip into her sleeping bag and I grabbed my penis, but it was already softening in the cold.



*



“You’re shitting me, right?”



I had just stepped into the main cabin, and already I could sense trouble.



“Hey, chill out, ok? It hasn’t been a problem yet, has it?” Tank, the cameraman was at it again.



“You forgot a whole scene on Wednesday!”



“It’ll work out, it always does.”



“You realize how much a reshoot is going to cost? Do you realize… oh hell, let’s just start shooting something before I shoot someone.”



Rea had walked away when I heard someone say, “You better chill with the weed, Tank, or she’s gonna cut you. Don’t you need this DP credit for your capstone?” It was Lizzie, the freshman who was assisting Tank on the camera. She was a tiny, sweet-looking girl with a voice that sounded like a bird chirp. It might have been the first time I really heard her say anything all week.



“She won’t cut me, she loves me,” he remarked with a sly grin.



It was no secret that Tank was trying to get with Rea, but then again, he tries to get with anything that has a pulse. If not for a windfall from a recent death in the family, he might have skipped his parole instead of go back to school. Tank was an interesting guy because he always did what he wanted to do, regardless of who it pisses off, but he was still likeable.



Rea had moved into the bathroom, where the first scene was set to take place. It was not particularly well-lit, and so the light coming through the window put her largely in silhouette. She flicked her hair behind her turtleneck collar with both hands and leaned on the counter with both hands, looking into the mirror. While she took a breath to prepare for the day, I couldn’t help but notice the smooth outline of her chest. Her lips and her skin looked soft and creamy. She looked like she was in a painting, and I would have done anything for her in that moment.



“Um, Rea?” It was Jess, the AD.



“Yeah, what is it?”



“Well, there’s a problem.” Rea turned to look at Jess, not surprised at all that there’s already a problem.



“So Nicole is actually naked in this scene, right?”



“It’s a shower scene, Jess.”



“Well I know, but… well, I just talked to Nicole, and she’s not aware that she’s doing a nude scene.”



“How can that be? We had a whole conversation about the shower scene. Where is she?”



“She’s still getting ready, she’ll be here in a couple of minutes. I just thought you should know.”



“Goddammit. So is she not going to do it?”



“Didn’t seem like she would. You can ask, though.”



“Great. Well, what’s our plan B if she says no?”



“Well, we can reshoot the shower scene later. We wouldn’t be able to do the tracking shot in one take like you wanted, and we…”



“We’re not reshooting anything else.”



“Ok, well, we could rewrite the scene to have it start after she’s out of the shower.”



“But then it’s not a shower scene. It’s supposed to be an Alfred Hitchcock spoof. We might as well murder her in her sleep. What else?”



“Well, unless you scrap the scene, I don’t really see any other options. Unless…”



“Unless what?”



“You have one of the crew stand in. As long as you don’t show her from the head up.”



“Well the only person on the crew who would even be close is…”



*



When Tank came back, he seemed pretty confident he’d talked her into it. It had been five minutes, and Rea was wondering if I would go and check on her. She told me to figure out what she would be comfortable shooting, and that she trusted me as the writer to come up with a way to make it work.



Seemed like a good idea at the time, but I don’t think she took much convincing.



When I entered Lizzie’s cabin, she was brushing her hair in a small mirror. She was completely naked.



When she saw me, she eyed me up and down, and smiled. She put the brush down and walked quickly over to me. She put her chilly hands up my shirt and made me jump. She giggled.



I grabbed her hands to pull them off. She moved in closer until her chest touched mine, then let out brief laugh. It disarmed me for a brief moment, but in that moment she sped up.



I heard a pop, a zip, and before I could even look down to see what she did, my pants were past my knees.



She was about to pull my underwear down, which already revealed a massive erection, when I grabbed her hands again and pulled them away.



“Lizzie, what’s gotten into you?” She let out a series of gleeful chirps, and her hands went limp in my hands. This caused me to loosen my grip, and she brought my hands to the sides of her face.



Then she quickly left them there and pulled my underwear down. Before I knew it, I felt the warmth of her mouth on my penis.



My hands never left her face as she moved my penis in and out. It felt so good and I didn’t want her to stop, but I pushed her away from me. Or at least I tried to.



I had pushed her almost all the way off of my penis, but she moaned, repositioned herself, and fought me to put it back in. There was no stopping her. Her voraciousness and her moans grew, the rapid-fire dancing of her tongue, and a minute or two later, I came. I couldn’t help it.

“Lizzie, what the hell was that?” She giggled some more and sat down on her knees and looked up at me with a smirk. “No seriously, what the hell is going on?”



“Don’t flip out, ok?” The way she slurred her speech made it obvious: Tank gave her something. Maybe weed, I couldn’t tell. If it was just weed, she must have been some sort of a closet freak.



“Look, are you still cool with shooting the nude scene?” I asked her.



“Of course,” she answered. “I probably would have done it anyway, but it’s always nice to get a little motivation.”



She smiled again, and then leaned back on the floor with her hands supporting her and her knees bent, and she opened her legs playfully. I had a clear shot of her probably-dripping wet pussy, and she just stayed there and let me look at it. Her petite, athletic form, her small breasts, her long blonde hair and soft skin…



She delighted to see that I was hard yet again. She remained gleefully silent.



“Fuck it.”



I was on top of her in an instant and wasted no time putting it in. It was definitely wet, and that made it easier to be quick. I felt her coming, and suddenly, for some unexplained reason, I thought of Rea. The bird-sound of the woman beneath me morphed with what I imagined Rea to sound like. My eyes were closed to the sound, and I felt myself about to come.



I pulled out, and came on her tits, and I imagined they were Rea’s tits. It was a beautiful sight in my mind’s eye, and was followed by giggles and the feeling, once again, of a mouth on my penis. She was cleaning me up.



I opened my eyes again and looked down to see Lizzie, still smiling, covered in my come. I felt a strange sense of shame in that moment. I was confused, and I didn’t know if it was because I imagined Rea when I came with this girl, or because it’s not like me to come in a girl’s face. Not that I’m opposed to it, but in this moment, I felt like something was changing in me.



Then I noticed someone watching us out of the corner of my eye through the window. It was Jay. I don’t know how much she had seen, but the shame intensified. Something strange was happening.



*



When the sun finished setting that day, it started snowing. Snow had been expected all week, but was only just now, on the last night, making its first appearance.



The snow seemed to calm everyone’s nerves as the last few shots were rolling off. And I couldn’t have been more relieved that the day was ending.



Lizzie did a fantastic job with her nude scene. She appeared to be quite comfortable being naked, and was very professional.



Nicole was surprisingly absent for the nude scene, even though she would have needed to see Lizzie’s movements for when they go to shoot Nicole’s close-ups.



When she did appear back on the set, she had an almost sedated, methodical attitude toward the rest of her scenes. You could not detect any joy in her spirit, but she also did not seem to be upset. We all thought she was just tired. We all were.



The last shot was the hardest for Nicole: it was supposed to be of her masturbating. She put her hand in her pants and tried, but they couldn’t get a full take before she complained that she couldn’t do it. Several things were attempted, like clearing the set, but in the end, they just ended up shooting her from behind. She walked off the set, probably feeling ashamed.



Then they recorded the sound of Lizzie having an orgasm. It was almost as good as the real one, the memory of which was already making me hard.



But that was it.



I offered, again, to help the crew put everything away. I was one of the last people about, and when I returned to the cabin, Rea was already settled into her sleeping bag and half asleep. Her uncle and cousin were not present, and their things were gone. It was just Rea.



Probably for the best, I decided. It was a long, strange day, and we were both pretty tired. I threw one more log on the fire, changed into my long johns again, and slipped into bed.



*



It probably hadn’t been an hour when I was nudged awake. It was Rea, sitting by my bedside and looking down at me.



“Hey, I know you were sleeping…”



“It’s cool. Hey, where’s your uncle and your cousin?” I asked.



“We only have b-roll to shoot tomorrow, and we don’t need sound. So they went home.”



“Oh. Well what’s up?” Her face was hard to read in the dim light, but her voice indicated to me that she was sad, and embarrassed to be saying so.



“Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?”



Again, it was hard to read exactly what she meant, so I asked, “You mean…?”



“No,” she said, not surprised by what I was assuming she meant. “I just, I’ve been sleeping alone all week, and I really just don’t want to sleep alone again. I don’t want to have sex or anything. Is that ok?”



Not ok!



“Yes, of course.”



She slipped into my bed and lay with one leg over me. I felt it barely scrape my penis through my pj’s, and I was hoping she wouldn’t mind. I guess she would have to be ok with it, because there’s no woman up here in these cabins that the little guy’s more eager to meet than the one who has her head and my chest.



“Thank you,” she said softly.



I said nothing, and thought she had fallen asleep when she finally asked, “Can I ask you something?”



“Go ahead.”



“What did you say to Jay last night? She seemed completely different today. Did you notice?”



“Yeah, I did. She was actually helpful. Kinda surprised me, too.”



She propped herself up on her elbow so that she could look at me. “What happened?”



“I don’t know if I should say.”



“C’mon, I’m curious.”



“Well, she tried to make me start a fire for her. I said no, and then she offered herself to me, and I refused.”



“Really? Why did you say no?”



“That’s interesting. You’re not curious why she offered herself to me?”



“Oh I know why. What did she do?”



“Well, that’s just it. She didn’t do much. She just took my hand and, well, I don’t know. I just wasn’t feeling it.”



“Do you think she’s pretty?”



“Yeah, sure. I guess. Why?”



“Because you slept with Lizzie, but not her.”



“You know about that?”



“Everyone knows about it. It’s cool, though. No one’s judging you. Lizzie’s very cute. All the girls here want you.”



This was not the conversation I expected to be having with her in bed with me. “Hey, I’m sorry…”



“I don’t care who you sleep with, Danny.” I started to realize that when she said she didn’t want to have sex, she actually meant it. It was disappointing, and I started to consider going to the bathroom to rub one out. The more we talked with her inches from my penis, the more it throbbed. If I felt her cool hand grab it even once, I thought I might come instantly. That is how bad my penis wanted this woman.



“Honestly, I don’t think I will. I’m not going to lie to you. There’s only one woman here I really want and that’s you.”



She looked conflicted. She was flattered, but bit her tongue like she was worried she’d made a mistake crawling into bed with me.



“Don’t worry, I’m not trying anything. If you’ve changed your mind about being with me tonight, that’s fine, but I’m totally cool if nothing happens, ok? Honestly.”



I was being sincere at the point, and she could see it. She softened, like she was slightly embarrassed again, then fell into my chest again. And I was hard as ever.



*



She hadn’t said anything in some time, so I gambled that she was asleep and slipped out of bed. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I stepped out to handle it. I would have rubbed it out as soon as I stepped out of the cabin, except that it had gotten to almost freezing.



It was not far to the bathrooms, and rather than throwing on another layer, I raced to the structure on the other side of the campground.



I was met by Jess, who opened the door to the girl’s bathroom just in time to see me walk up. She beckoned me to come inside, and I started to ignore her and continue to the men’s room, but she was persistent. I wanted to get out of the cold more than argue with her, so I stepped in and she closed the door.



I looked down at Jess, who was shifting, like she had something difficult to say.



“I need your help. This is going to sound really strange, but I really hope you’ll help me.”



“What is it?”



“It’s Nicole. Her boyfriend used to do this thing, and she… oh, how do I say this?” She was speaking softly, as if she didn’t want to be heard.



“Just spit it out.”



“She’s been crying for the last hour. She does this sometimes, and the only person that used to make it ok was her boyfriend, but they broke up like a month ago. I don’t know what I can do, and I hate seeing her like this.”



“Why is she crying?”



“She keeps saying she hates herself. She feels stupid about not doing her own nude scene, because she knew she could do it. She mentioned you and Lizzie, though.”



“I don’t understand. What do you want me to do?”



“Well… I want you to make her feel sexy. I can’t do that obviously, but…”



“So she thinks that because I slept with Lizzie…”



“No, not exactly. Look, I’ll help you. Just follow my lead, and get her to feel sexy. Would you do that? I promise, you won’t regret it.”



And now Jess. I checked her out again, and she let me. She’s a darker-skinned, dark-haired likeness to Rea, I realized. And she had a cute smile. I decided to play ball.



I heard a shower going, but I discovered it wasn’t Nicole. She was sitting on a bench next to a wall with her head down and her hands between her knees. It was a strange sight to see, because Nicole otherwise had almost a cheerleader-type personality. She was wearing a tank top and boxers, and I realized that she was in very good shape. When she looked up to see me, her sadness bore right through me.



“What is this?” she asked.



“Relax, Nicole. I just saw him on the way out, and we got to talking. He said something that you really ought to hear.”



Nicole looked back at me, and I had trouble thinking of the right thing to say. All of the things I could think of to say had nothing to do with her sexually. I wanted to give her a hug and tell her it would be alright. I’m glad I didn’t though.



“I was disappointed that you didn’t do your nude scene. You’re the sexiest woman here to me, it should’ve been you.”



Her eyes stayed on me, as she tried to figure out if it was a ruse or not.



“What about Lizzie?”



“She was good too, but it still should’ve been you. I don’t wanna sound like a perv or anything, but, I would’ve liked to see it. You would sell more tickets, by far.”



“Why do you think so? She has nicer tits than me, don’t you think?”



I looked at Jess, whose eyes said: keep going, your doing great.



“Well unfortunately, I haven’t seen yours, so I can’t really say. I guess you’re right, I am guessing.” I gave her a smirk, and she looked startled. She looked to Jess for support, who was smiling.



“Why don’t you show him?” Jess asked.



“I know what he’s going to say. There’s no point.”



“You do not. Come on, we’ll do it together.” Jess pulled off her shirt and her undershirt at the same time, and stood topless. “Let him see you.”



Nicole looked at Jess, who had very small tits. They were perky and cute, but small. Jess probably knew what it would have done to reveal them, because Nicole stood up and took her tank top off.



Her breasts were absolutely perfect. My joy was genuine, and for the first time I saw Nicole give a half smile. Then, without warning, she took off her boxers as well. She looked down at the erection that was forming in my loose-fitting pj’s and smiled again.



Nicole sat back down and I turned to find Jess with a very bright smile. It worked.



Then, Jess moved around to stand behind me, and she nudged me closer to Nicole. I stopped when I felt my feet between hers. “Show her,” I heard Jess whisper into my ear.



I turned my head to whisper, “I thought that was it,” and she responded, “she just wants to see it. That’s all he did, and that’s what she needs. That’s all, I swear.”



I looked back down at Nicole, whose self-satisfying grin was already starting to fade.



Then I felt Jess’s hands slide around my waist to grab the waistband on my long johns. She pulled them down, and I saw Nicole’s expression change as the pants slipped over my penis, which was harder than ever.



I saw what Jess meant. She just needed to see it, because she knew she was making it hard.



I felt Jess’s cold hand on my penis, and it sent a shot up through me. She began rubbing it, and I felt myself about to come in moments. If I came, I would come all over Nicole, so I stopped Jess’s hand and turned to face her. “You’re going to make me…”



“Go ahead,” she said. I turned back to look at Nicole. Jess started whispering into my ear. “She wants to see you come.” Nicole’s eyes suggested that she was right, and so I let Jess continue jerking me off.



These girls were insane.



“She’s wet, and she’s waiting for you to come.”



It was then that I really looked at Nicole’s body. It was a nice body, for sure, and I was imagining myself inside her.



But when I felt it coming, I once again thought of Rea. I decided I would enjoy this orgasm as much as possible while thinking of Rea. But instead of imagining Rea in front of me, I imagined that it was her hand on my penis.



With Rea’s hand on my cock, I came. My come, which had been aching to release, shot out almost to Nicole’s face. I saw much of it land on her supple tits, and some of it land on and around her pussy. And Nicole could not be happier.



I hadn’t realized that I moaned quite loudly, nor had I heard the shower stop. I turned to see Jay standing, covered with a bath towel, looking at Nicole with shock. She turned to walk to a locker without even looking at me.



I was surprised how long Nicole sat there with my come still on her, and how truly grateful she seemed. Then, she stood up, and being careful not to get me messy, she pulled my lips to hers. She kissed me and smiled, then said, “Thank you.” Then she went to shower.



I turned to look at Jess, and discovered that she had taken her pants and her underwear off. “My turn,” she said with a grin, and grabbed me by the hand to walk me into the shower.



Just before I entered the shower, I turned my head toward Jay just in time to see her without her towel. She did not know I was looking at her, and I could see she was quite pale, but she have very nice breasts, and a surprisingly well-shaped ass. She was bending when I turned back to look at Jess.



She turned the water on and wet herself, then faced me. She wrapped her arms around my neck so that she could press her chest to me, and pulled her lips to mine. I embraced her, and slid my hands down to her ass. This girl was almost as horny as Lizzie was. And she was small too, so I could lift her and hold her against the wall. I felt my cock enter her from below without needing to be guided in, and she was very tight and wet.



She struck me as a girl who liked it kinda rough, and I couldn’t have been more spot on. She was grabbing my hair and screaming by the time I was pounding her the hardest.



I was going quicker and rougher than ever when out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone watching us again. She was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, and I thought it was Jay leaving at first, but then I slowed my movements enough to realize it was Rea. I could not see her expression from where I was, but she left moments later.



I wanted to finish, so I intensified everything I was doing. She had several orgasms in the ten minutes or so that I fucked her, and when I came, it felt almost as intense as it was when I fucked Lizzie.



I pulled out and was going to just come on the ground but I felt her hand cup my penis gently, waiting for me. I came into her hand, and as if she was giving me a treat, she smeared it on her tits for me while I still held her up against the wall. She smiled again and I kissed her.



I let her down, and she sat slumped against the wall, her pussy still throbbing. She had a look of gratitude when her eyes met mine. I rinsed myself off, then before I stepped out of the shower, I caught the gaze of Jay.



She was on her way out. She looked me up and down and looked at the exhausted Jess on the floor, and then left in a huff.



Jess had not moved from her spot. I decided to go and kiss her again, and I watched Nicole for a moment, who was still showering. I kissed her as well, and then put my clothes on and went back to my cabin.



I was worried that Rea was going to be angry, and I didn’t expect to see her in my bed. When I got into the bed, though, she turned to face me and I realized that she was completely naked.



*



Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any stranger…



“I thought…”



“I’m not saying I want to have sex. I just like to sleep naked. It’s more comfortable.”



I didn’t believe her. “Rea, why don’t you level with me. I hope you don’t think this is what you have to do to get my attention.”



“No, it’s not that. I know all I would have to do is say so.”



“What is it then? Does sex make you nervous or something?”



“No. I mean, it has been a while, there’s no lie there.” She was downplaying the importance of this. “And I mean… years.” I could feel a change in her voice.



“Well it’s ok, really. I was just worried you would hate me for… you know…”



“Oh that? Those girls are crazy horny. I would have been surprised if you did nothing. I thought it was kinda hot actually.” Then she looked up, like she just let out a secret by accident.



Suddenly, it all made sense. Why she undressed for me. Why she is cool with me sleeping with Lizzie and Jess. And why she wanted to know about Jay and I.



“Really?” She grinned and tried to deflect. “Do you like to watch?”



She suddenly became a completely different person. It was like seeing her possessed by some spirit that made her every movement sensual in some way, but very subtle. “Well I don’t know. Maybe.”



I moved to look at her more clearly, and I exaggerated my movements to emphasize my shock. She laughed, as I hoped she would.



After a moment, she asked me something unexpected: “Why don’t you want to have sex with Jay?”



“That’s an odd question. I already told you, she seems… just sad.”



“Nicole was sad too, though.”



“You saw that too?” She grinned. That was when I became aware that I was rock hard, yet again.



“You should.”



“Should what?”



“Go find Jay.” Her eyes told me what she was really asking. She wanted to watch me fuck Jay.



“Are you serious?”



She put her hand on my chest next to my collar bone. It was the most sensual touch I had ever felt from her, and my penis was already aching once again for her.



“It’s four days until Christmas, and I don’t think she has anyone. It’s probably why she’s so desperate. You should do it for her.” She caressed my cheek and said, “And yes, I wanna watch.”



*



Jay didn’t hear me come in, so I had to nudge her awake. Her immediate response was a mixture of fear and anger, but I put a finger to my lips to silence her. I unzipped her sleeping bag and slipped my hand in. She now looked confused, but then jerked a bit when my ice-cold hand touched her belly. I slid it up her pajama top and felt the soft, fair-sized breast in my hand. I leaned in to kiss her, and began to play with her nipple when I did. She started to moan.



I pulled back to look at her, then slid my hand into her pj’s and felt her pussy. It was becoming wet this time, but slowly. I rubbed it gently while she closed her eyes and moaned some more.



I looked up and out the window directly behind Jay’s pillow. Rea was outside in the cold, but I could see excitement in her eyes. Especially when Jay reached into my pj’s and pulled out my penis, and started rubbing it.



Then, it was in full swing. Her pussy was now wet, and so I took my clothes off and removed her bottoms. I got in the sleeping bag and helped her out of her top as well. I let the warmth of her body warm my still cold skin.

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