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Like Mother, Like...

By: RaeVanMorlock



starring:
NICI STERLING	(the mother)
ALEX DANE	(the daughter)
MARK DAVIS	(the dude)


DISCLAIMER:
This scene was taken from a video clip I found on the web. Nici Sterling plays the role of the mother, Alex Dane is the daughter, and Mark Davis is the dude. Below is a textual presentation of the events in the clip as they're played out. I thought the whole scene was pretty hot and would provide a good story, as well as an opportunity for me to practice my writing. Some parts were very hard to hear, or muffled, so I made revisions were necessary, but at least  90% of the text is accurate. I left out the ending where Nici and Alex reveal that they're actually roommates, and Mark tries his best to 'act' shocked. You can view it in whatever manner pleases you best. If anybody would like me to do this for another video clip with good audio, I'd be happy to take a look and let you know. Above all else, please enjoy this presentation!

Nici kneels down on the floor, freeing Mark's soft cock from the fly of his blue jeans. Grasping it in her right hand, she opens her mouth wide to envelope the hardening member between her lips. She draws back and her cheeks crease as she sucks on the tip of the piss slit.

Alex watches her in a frightened mess, pleading with her, she says, "I didn't do NOTHING. I SWEAR. Don't put me on restriction 'cause I didn't DO anything."

Nici flips her tongue over the head of the cock before pushing down to fit half of it into her mouth. She withdraws to look over her shoulder at Alex and replies, "You're too young to have done anything. It's about time you LEARNED how to do it properly." Then returns to moving her face up and down the massive shaft.

"How am I supposed to LEARN... I mean...", Alex says before a deep sigh.

Nici looks back at her once more and says, "Get up there.. and WATCH! That's how you learn.", in that sexy British accent while stroking Mark's cock with a slimy hand. "Go on, come sit over here", she says as she slaps the couch beside her. "Get your FACE near me so you can WATCH how I do it."

Mark, feeling a little overwhelmed by what's happening as he looks down at Nici with her hand all over his greasy pole, finally decides to say something. "Well she did have a birthday, didn't she? I mean... she's old enough, isn't she?"

Nici quickly retorts. "That's not the point! Mentally, she's not old enough yet." Nici puts a hand on each side of the base of Mark's throbbing manhood and slides her enveloped lips up and down over his hood. She looks to Alex and says, "See?" as she flicks her tongue over the piss slit just before going down on him again. She wraps her hand around the shaft, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as Alex watches her every move with lust-filled eyes.

Alex looks up to Mark, and again he makes an attempt to stick up for her. "I may have been thinking about it, but I don't think I was even gonna be doing anything."

Nici takes a long suck and lets go with a popping noise that makes Mark gasp. "Then how come your cock got so hard so quickly then? You were lookin at her, thinkin about fuckin her." She takes another long suck then sits back on her feet. With one hand still firmly around the base of Mark's shaft, Nici looks to Alex and says, "Now give me your hand."

"Noooooo."

"And touch his cock."

"Noooooo, mom, NO!"

"C'mon! I know you want to..", Nici says teasingly.

Realizing all hope is lost, Mark even tries to convince the young woman. "Yeah, come on, you..."

Nici grabs Alex's open hand and pulls it up. The palm and fingers softly move a little back and forth over the top.

"STROKE him," Nici demands, "put your hand AROUND it... like I was doing."

Alex rotates her hand and gets a soft grip on the underside of Mark's semi-erect member. She watches herself making the foreskin move up and down over the bottom of his hood as she bites her upper lip.

"You like the feel of that?", Nici asks.

Alex looks at the ground and nods her head as she shamefully mumbles "mmhmmmm." Realizing what she's saying, she immediately throws her head up and shakes it vigorously pleading "No no no" before returning to look at the floor.

"Yes you do...", teases Nici, "yes you do. Now wrap your mouth around it."

Alex shakes her head, still looking to the floor for answers.

"Suck it!", Nici commands as she puts one hand behind Alex's back to urge her to move forward, "suck it!"

Alex leans forward, kneeling on the soft cushions of the couch. Mark still stands there: his jeans around his knees, a plaid shirt draped to his waist, and his hands behind his back. Alex closes her eyes and brings her mouth just moments away from his crown.

"Put it in your mouth!"

Alex's mouth tentatively opens. She fits just the head inside as she sucks back on it, her lips smacking as she clears the tip.

"Cause that's what you were thinking of," Nici finishes.

Alex repeats what she did a few more times before Nici grabs the back of her hair to push her down a little more on it. Nici moans softly, approvingly, but Alex jumps back exclaiming, "I.. I don't.. no!"

"Just PUT it in your mouth," Nici encourages.

With a sigh, Alex leans forward again.

"Open your mouth WIDER.. put it in," Nici again directs the young girl while still kneeling a few feet away on the floor.

Alex's cheeks inhale as she sucks on the head of Mark's cock some more. She pulls back with a pop and asks, "Like that?"

Nici looks at her and says, "more," in that sexy way that only she can do.

Alex returns to the cock-meat and gets another half-inch into her mouth. She lets out a weak, muffled moan and wraps her hand around the shaft as she slowly tries to find a rhythm.

"See that's good isn't, it? You like that."

Alex softly whimpers "mmhmm" then goes back to hum "uhn uhn" as she draws 2 inches of the warm meat into her wanton mouth.

"Yes you do."

She gives it a few more lip-smacking sucks then releases her hold and straightens back up. She looks to Nici and asks, "Like that?"

Nici leans forward and says, "watch me," in a superior tone as she impales herself down onto the spike. Mark moans as Nici runs both hands up and down his chest while looking him in the eyes. She turns to Alex and says, "Why don't you SHOW him your little girl TITS?"

Alex moves around half-screaming "NOOO, mommy..."

Nici cuts her off, "Yes!" then looks up to Mark and says, "And I bet you wanna see them, don't you?"

Mark sighs and looks down at her. "What do you expect me to say?"

"I expect you to tell the truth. Do you wanna see 'em?"

Nici looks back over to Alex. "Now take off your top and show 'em to him." Alex removes the suspender straps but pauses as she grips the bottom of her shirt and has it rolled up in her fists, doubting her actions. "Take it OFF, he wants to see 'em!" Nici barks.

Alex fumbles around a bit then swiftly pulls her shirt up over her tits. They still look small and childish, but her nipples are pert and craving attention. She tosses her hair back and holds her shirt up as high as she can, looking down to examine her own little boobies. Mark sighs as Nici sits there casually playing with his cock.

"Now let him touch you," she says.

Alex sighs but says nothing in protest.

Nici puts a hand on Alex's shoulder to give her a gentle nudge and she says, "Move over to him, he wants to touch you."

Alex sits back up in her kneeling position on the couch and Nici tells Mark to touch them.

Mark very slowly raises his right hand, the top of his index finger gliding up Alex's belly to the space between her small, soft mounds. He moves his arm out a bit to get near her right nipple, but she cringes back momentarily. Squirming at his touch, he slowly moves his hand over to the left nipple and gives it a quick little squeeze.

Nici sits back again and says, "Jerk his cock while he's doing that."

Alex puffs out her chest so that her shirt doesn't fall as she lets go with her right hand and moves it down to his shaft. She grabs the underside and runs her loose hand back and forth along it. She continues this slowly motion, pointing his cock skyward, as he moves his hand from tit to tit giving each a little squeeze and flick.

Nici now begins to disrobe. Removing her white, collar shirt, she reveals a lacey orange bra that barely cups her bountiful bosom. She begins to kneel back up, her hand feeling the top of her right boob, she says to Alex, "you won't get this from reading it out of a book." She tosses her shirt aside and kneels back down, cupping both her breasts in her bra and moving her hands around them in a circular motion.

"Suck her nipples. Suck her nipples!"

Mark begins to bend down, then kneels on the floor. He closes his mouth around Alex's pretty little tit and she moans pleasurably.

"You like that, don't you, Jessica?"

Mark kneels on the floor, his towering frame almost as high as Alex's as she remains kneeling on the edge of the couch. Her puts her entire boob into her mouth and flicks his tongue against her nipple. He drags his tongue along the path to the other and sucks it into his mouth.

"You LIKE that, don't you, Jessica?” Nici again asks.

Alex moans then jumps a little and looks to Nici. She asks, "But am I being bad, mommy?"

Nici smiles and looks to her with lust as she replies, "But sometimes... it's GOOD... to be BAD."

Alex smiles a little as she begins to give her chest back to Mark. "You sure?"

"Oh, absolutely."

"I don't know," Alex whimpers as Mark's tongue drags up across her stiff nipple. She closes her eyes to enjoy the sensation.

"You have been very bad... but you're having FUN, too."

"Yup," Alex says while looking down at her glistening nipples, "it does feel good."

Mark pinches a nipple between his fingers and asks, "When I do that?"

Nici looks on smiling as Alex blushes and watches him.

"Jessica, have you ever seen a man fuck a woman?" Nici asks, "You've never seen a DICK go into a PUSSY before?"

Alex whimpers atop the couch as she musters a reply, "Well... somebody told me about it... at school."

"Well you're gonna watch it," Nici says while grabbing Mark's hands and standing up, "We're gonna show her how it's done."

Mark nods approvingly and says, "Oh yeah?" Almost before he can get it all out, Nici looks to him with a devilish gleam in her eyes and says "Yeah."

He removes his flannel shirt while she reaches back to unzip her tight, pink skirt. It drops to the floor and she says, "You're gonna FUCK me!" She sits back on the couch with her matching orange panties. She lowers them below her hips and raises her legs high in the air as she slowly pulls them off. Nici puts two fingers in her mouth then wets her neatly trimmed pussy with them as Mark kneels down on the floor and grabs her thighs in his hands. She's lying diagonal so he pulls enough to get her ass off the couch and sink his dick into her hot, creamy box. A moan abruptly escapes her lips each time he sinks the length between her glistening folds.

"Come here and get your face right down here and watch me," Nici motions to Alex, grabbing the back of her head once she's in reach and forcing her to get a good view. "Watch that COCK go in my pussy," she gasps. "You watching? You see?" Alex just stars on, nodding her head.

"Does it hurt?", Alex asks.

Nici throws her head back and gasps. "GOD no, this doesn't hurt, Jessica." Nici gasps as Mark's pistoning cock buries deeply into her. She looks over to Alex and says, "Jessica" again. Alex smiles at her then returns to watch the action and Nici's head gets tossed back once more and she gasps out in pleasure.

"Sit back and spread your legs. Let this bloody bastard look at your pussy!"

Alex sits back into the corner of the couch and tugs her panties off to the side of her cooch. She spreads her pussy lips and begins to rub her fingers up and down against her clit.

"Play with yourself... like you do when you masturbate... when you're all alone in your room.", Nici says between gasps as Mark continues to pound his meat into her quivering, wet tunnel. Nici's tits bounce to the rhythm while still being contained her orange, lace bra. Her left nipple, stiff and free from the confines, dances about like it was in a tribal ceremony.

"Make it ready for the cock that's gonna be inside you," Nici says as she grasps her stiff nipple in the palm of her hand.

Alex rubs her hand in circular motions furiously around her clit as she watches the action before her. Mark pulls Nici's other tit free from the bra and kneads them like dough as Nici continues to moan and gasp in pleasure.

"Ah.. oh.. oh yeah! Ahhhh.. fuck me! fuck me! Oooooh", Nici moans out. Then, pointing over between Alex's spread legs, she says, "Why don't you let him taste your cunt?"

Alex closes her legs, keeping her hand between them, and retorts, "No, mommy!"

"Yeah..."

"I can't do that!"

Nici cups her bouncing tits and looks to Mark and says, "You know you wanna suck her little pussy, don't you? Go ahead. Suck that clit."

Mark, still beating away at Nici's pussy, asks, "You sure?"

Nici replies, "Oh yeah.. I want you to do it. I want to see you do it." Then, facing Alex, she continues, "Come over HERE, and let him TASTE you."

Alex cautiously stands to remove her bracelets before sliding her panties down her long, tanned legs and pulling them off from around her little black, schoolgirl shoes and pink trimmed socks. She holds the hem of her black skirt as she tentatively stands up on the couch and positions her feet on both sides of Nici so that her cute, little butt is positioned in front of Mark's face. Then she bends over to grasp the top of the couch and Mark helps her to pull her skirt up over her ass and holds onto her thigh as he starts bunching away at her tight, little cunt.

"You like that YOUNG cunt?", Nici asks in more of a commanding then a questioning tone.

Alex gives short, high-pitched moans and screams as Mark's tongue has it's way with her pussy. He sucks her lips into his mouth and pulls back on them then releases and dives right back between her ass cheeks to work her clit.

"Ooohh... how does that feel, Jessica?", Nici asks.

"Ohmm.. good.. I mean bad! Uh.. I don't know! Oh! Mm!"

"If it's good, that means you like it. Ahhhh", Nici tells her while still bouncing back and forth on Mark's cock and looking straight up into Alex's eyes as Alex's body hovers above.

Mark picks up the pace momentarily and both girls moan and gasp in pleasure.

"Oooh that's a good girl, you're enjoying it, aren't ya?"

"Yeah.. ohhh... You won't be mad at me?"

"Oh you're a slut, you! You're so BAD!"

"I am not a bad girl."

"You're a BAD girl!"

"No"

"You loved your daddy! AH.. you're lucky.. Oh you're so bad! His finger is fucking you!"

"Oohm... ah..."

"Oh you little slut, you love that so much! Here mommy's gonna let you... Do what I say."

"ohh.. yeah..."

"Be a little good girl."

"ooh.. mommy.. mommy I'm cumming.", Alex shrieks as her face contorts from the furious finger-fucking Mark is releasing on her pussy.

"You do it so good, you're cumming!", Nikki encourages her, "What a good girl! Oh you little slut, you're cumming! Ooooh that's my girl!"

Mark buries his face back between Alex's sweet globes and laps up her flowing cunt juice with his tongue.

[Scene change]

Nici then has Alex lay on her back on the couch and hold her legs up high so that Mark can get down and give her pussy another tongue bath. Alex continues to moan, now with more vigor. Nici lays over the top of the sofa and says to Alex, "Did you enjoy your first orgasm? Jessica, listen, do you want him to stick his pulsating cock inside your pussy?"

Mark stops to look at Nici in disbelief of what he's hearing as Alex lay there holding her legs up and trying to find the words to say. She sputters out, "I don't know... Will it hurt?"

"Not so bad," she answers.

Mark again asks his famous question, "Are you sure?"

And Nici responds, "Yes, fuck her! I want to see your cock in her. Fuck it!"

Mark gets up and positions himself on the couch. He rubs his hood up and down her gooey pussy in preparation for the penetration.

Nici asks, "Are you ready for it?"

"Yeah...", Alex answers.

Nici raises her head to face Mark and says, "Put it inside her." Then she returns to watching the show as Mark slowly starts to get inside Alex's tight cunt. He pushes in the head, that places his hands on his out-stretched thighs and gently pushes forward.

"Mm.. ohmm... Does her pussy feel tight?" Nici asks.

"So tight. I think I'll get it in there, still," Mark says as he manages another half inch.

"Rub your pussy while he fucks you!"

Alex begins circling her hand around her clit again.

"Oh there we go!" Mark says as Alex lets out a terrible moan.

"Mmm.. it doesn't hurt, does it?" Nici asks.

"Just a little bit, mommy."

"A little bit?"

"Un huh... ooh! Ah!"

"Little good feeling, isn't it?"

"Ooh... yeah. Yeah... it hurts, but it feels good."

Mark is not moving three quarters of his hardening rod in and out of Alex's tight pussy as Nici is bent over the top of the couch, holding herself up by her arms, and watching the motion. She raises her head to Mark and says, "It looks good, doesn't it?"

"Oooh yeah!" Alex moans as Mark pistons his entire length through her hot, creamy walls.

Nici enters a deep, passionate kiss with Mark as she cups her hanging breasts and tweaks her own nipples. Their tongues go flying all over each other's mouths as they moan and pant in pleasure. They stop and Mark starts really giving it to Alex as she moans out loudly and gasps for air.

"Now let's take his COCK out and let me TASTE it. I want to taste if she's keeping herself clean."

"I am, mommy!"

Marks stands up and Nici stretches her body forward to get him between her lips. She looks over to Alex momentarily before going back to work sliding her open mouth up and down his shaft.

"How does she taste?" Mark asks, finally getting a bit of variety in his speech.

Nici releases the cock from her mouth and slowly jacks her hand along the glistening shaft. She looks up to Mark and says, "Not bad at all." She seals her lips over the head again then looks to Alex and says, "You taste good... but then you should, you're my daughter."

[Scene Change]

Nici is now completely nude and standing up, bent at the waist, with her hands on the couch for support. Alex is kneeling on the couch beside her, shirtless, with pert little nipples sticking straight, as she watches Mark slide his throbbing shaft in and out of Nici's dirty asshole. Mark grips Nici's ass to pull her cheeks further apart as he slowly works himself up her ass.

Nici gasps, a mixture of pleasure and pain are present on her face as the side of her head bobs up and down against the top edge of the couch. "I feel like a horny slut now."

Alex asks, "Isn't that bad?"

"I'm a BAD slut. It's good to be BAD," she replies, "What? He's going to be fucking your ass soon, and you'll feel like a whore too!"

Mark starts really reaming out her shitter as the gooey lubricants mix and coat around his cock.

"Are you watching? Are you watching it go in my ass?"

"Yeah, I'm watching," Jessica says as she sits up and works her fingers under her skirt and into her cooch.

"He's gonna break your ass like he broke your pussy. Ahhh... Ohh.. Yeah.. Ungh! AH! Oh yeah, play with yourself! That's what you want, isn't it? Do you have a (finger) up your ass?"

"Yes, mommy."

Mark continues giving her ass all he's worth as his dick works it's way up and down her shit tunnel and Nici continues to moan louder and louder.

[Scene Change]

Alex is laying on her back on the couch rubbing her fingers around her swollen clit. Mark has one leg up on the couch and is working his cock all the way up into her tight, little bum.


Like Mother Like Daughter



Mark cradled his head in his hands.  The warm wetness on his cheeks shocked him.  He looked up at the few strangers sharing the Airport gate with him.  None of them seemed to have noticed him at all.  He was alone.  How alone would he be once he got home.  The image of his wife burned in eyes and the tears rolled from his eyes again.

How could he have done it?  How could he have been unfaithful to the best woman he'd ever met.  The scene from the night before skipped and danced through his mind.  The bar, the dancing, seeing Trisha sitting with two other girls.  Even Greg, his buddy, had noticed her.

"Hey that girl looks just like your wife!"  Greg had nudged him and pointed, but Mark had already become fixated on her.

It had been two weeks since he had been with his wife, Linda.   She was the love of his life, he adored her, had adored her since the day they met just over a year ago.  A whirlwind romance and marriage.  Long honeymoon that didn't seem to end when they got back home.

Then the trip to Houston, a two week class just far enough away from his home in Austin that he couldn't commute.  Two weeks without Linda, and that girl across the room looked so much like his wife.  Yes she was younger, by maybe fifteen or sixteen years, but they could have easily been sisters.

Before he knew what was happening Greg had grabbed him and drug him over to the girls table.  Introductions were made and drinks were bought.  Mark learned that her name was Trisha, she was eighteen, almost nineteen.  A freshman in College, but she liked older men.

Flowing red hair, pure white skin, a faint sprinkling of freckles on her face, she was so beautiful.  Then he'd looked into her eyes. God, she had Linda's eyes, gray with just a hint of green.  He'd looked away, fighting for salvation.  Her mouth, full and beautiful; seductive.  Her breasts, smaller than Linda's and firmer.  With growing horror Mark had realized that she was braless under the tight t-shirt.  He had fought to keep his eyes up and again sank into the beauty of her eyes.

The night sailed on and soon the bar was closing.  The two girls gave Greg a ride to their hotel and he was left with Trisha.  She needed a ride, he needed a miracle.  Trisha got what she needed, Mark was out of luck.

At her small apartment she kissed him, softly on the lips.  He wanted to leave, screamed at himself to walk away and return to his hotel room.  He wanted to be faithful to Linda.  He wanted to be strong and resist this temptation, but he'd stayed and the kiss turned into two, then three.  Then they were on the sofa, holding each other.  Trisha slid her fingers over his ring and removed it from his hand.

"You won't need this tonight."  Her words had shocked him and he'd almost found the strength to leave her, but then she had leaned closer and breathed on his neck and his willpower had evaporated.  The night was sensual, sexual, bliss mixed with agonizing guilt and shame.

Now he sat in the airport waiting for his flight.  A short two hour trip from heaven straight into the hell he'd made of his life.

"There you are.  You must have got an early start."  Greg clapped him on the back and collapsed into the seat beside him.
"Uh, oh.  You hung over from last night?  Damn you should have come with us.  Those two girls I left with were wild with a capital wild!  I feel like I've been fucked near to death."

Mark looked up at his friend.  Greg was one of those guys who never considered consequences and never seemed to suffer them either.  Right at that moment he hated Greg and that emotion forced his guilt aside for a moment. 

"I can't believe you left me with her, you asshole."

"Whoa, buddy, looked to me like you wanted to be left.  Don't try to blame me if you fell off the fidelity wagon.  You been way to pussy whipped anyway.  Shit, as nice as that little bitch looked you should be thanking me."

"Don't call her a bitch!"

"Oh shit, don't tell me ... oh fuck!  You're in love with the little slut!"  Greg's eyes went wide and then a smile crept onto his face.  "So you gonna keep seein' her?"

"Fuck you asshole."

"You are!"  Greg laughed and grabbed Mark's shoulder.  "Damn man you are the stud.  I should find you more redheads.  Damn you could have a wee Irish harem."

"Fuck you asshole."  Mark dropped his head into his hands again.  Greg was right.  He'd already memorized Trisha's phone number and agreed to call her once he got home.  He could still see her standing in the doorway of her apartment, with just a loose t-shirt on, telling him goodbye. 

"Call me.  I want you to.  I won't call you or cause any problems for you, but I really want you to call me."  Her tears had been real and so had his, even as he promised.

The flight home took less than two hours and Linda was there waiting for him.  Damn she was lovely, thirty-four years had done nothing to fade her beauty.   Mark tried to act natural but Linda quickly picked up on his somber mood.

"Is there something you want to tell me about?"  Linda asked once they were home.  Her pensive eyes and pale face revealed that she had guessed at the problem.

"God, I'm so sorry Linda."   He watched her face pale even further.  "I love you and I never meant to hurt you."

"What was her name?"  Linda's voice was cold as ice and held an edge he'd never heard before.

"Trisha.  It was just one night, a mistake.  I don't know how it happened.  I didn't want it to.  God please forgive me Linda, I love you."  His tears flowed again and he bowed his head and sobbed.  He didn't see her eyes go wide and then narrow again.

"Look at me."  Her voice was full of steel and he looked up at her.

He looked up.

"So you fucked her?"

He nodded.

"Are you going to see her again?"

He didn't answer.  He wouldn't lie to her and he didn't know if he could resist calling Trisha.

Linda waited and then stood up.  "You son-of-a-bitch!  You ask me to forgive you while you still plan on seeing her."  Greg looked up and she slapped him hard, leaving an angry mark on his face.  

He winced but didn't say anything.

"Say something you bastard!  We've been married less than a year and you're already fucking around on me!  You fucking bastard!  Haven't I been the perfect wife?  Haven't I given up enough for you?  You, you fucking prick!"  Linda's eyes flashed with anger, turning a bright green that set off her flaming red hair beautifully.

"Linda please."

"Please what?  What do you want from me?  You want me to say it's okay for you fuck around on me?  You want me to invite this woman into our bed?  You fucking bastard!  I hate you!  Get the fuck out."  She grabbed a lamp from a nearby end table and slung it at him, only it's cord saved him from being hit.  A ceramic coaster holder followed the lamp, but with better results, striking him on the shoulder.  Mark covered his face with his arms and rolled out of the chair.  A heavy paperweight bounced off the floor near his head and he scrambled to the door.  His suitcase was still in the car and he drove off to find a hotel room.

He knew Linda.  She'd calm down ... eventually.  Well, at least enough that she wouldn't be throwing things.  Tomorrow was Saturday.  Maybe he'd call her then, or on Sunday.  He picked the first hotel he passed and paid for two nights, with luck he wouldn't need more.  Or at least he'd know if he needed to find more permanent housing.  He collapsed on the bed and sank into a tired, guilty sleep.

It was morning when he woke up.  He picked up the phone to call Linda, but the voice that answered was not his wife's.

"Trisha, is that you?"

"Yeah, oh Mark?  Mark, I'm so glad you called.  I was afraid you wouldn't and I've been thinking of nothing but you since you left."

He didn't know why he'd called Trisha, but the sound of her voice made him feel so much better.

"Oh Trisha, I have so screwed up my life."

"You told your wife didn't you?"  Her tone sank from bright and happy to flat, but not angry.

"Yeah, I, I had to.  It wouldn't have been right not to."

"She didn't take it well I guess?"

"Not really, about like I expected.  I'm in a hotel room."

"Well, you know, college is out next week and I could come stay with you.  My mom lives in Austin anyway and I've been meaning to go see her.  It's been a while."

"You haven't seen your mother?  Why not?"

"Long story.  She got married last fall and never told her new husband about me.  There was a," she paused and took a deep breath,"problem.  She had a hard time with it.  That's why I went to Houston to school."

"I'm sure she's proud of you and whatever problem there was, it will work out."

"Thanks.  See you're so sweet to me.  Here you are sitting in a hotel room 'cause of me and you still make me feel good.  God, Mark, I love you."

"I love you too Trisha.  That's the problem."

"'Cause you still love your wife, huh?"

"Yeah.  I'm all fucked up Trisha."

They talked for another hour and then finally said goodbye.  Mark felt better but still ached inside.  He sat there for a long time thinking about what he should do.  Then he picked up the phone again and this time carefully dialed his own home phone number.  A busy signal buzzed in his ear and he hung up again.  Once again the sobs wracked his body.  What was he going to do?  He had fucked up bad and knew it.  He loved Linda intensely but that one night with Trisha had been a golden heaven and he truly loved her too.  Could he love her after one night?  Was it just his balls talking?  Deep inside Mark knew it was more than lust.  Her personality, so like Linda and yet so different, was just what he wanted.  He did love her and he didn't want to lose her.

He dialed his home again and this time the answering machine picked up.  "Uh, Linda this is Mark.  I wanted to talk to you again, but I know you probably don't want to speak to me.  If you change your mind, I'm at the ..."  He frantically looked around the room for the name of the hotel.  "the uh, the holiday inn on 19th ave.  The number here is uh, 555-1441 and I'm in room 125.  Please call me."

He hung up the phone and decided to take a shower, that way if Linda called back and wanted to meet somewhere he wouldn't stink.  He'd still be a lousy son-of-a-bitch, but he wouldn't smell bad.  Later, he was once again laying on the bed wondering what he was going to do.  The jangle of the phone startled him and he leapt for it, grabbing it off it's hook.

"Hello."

"Hi Mark."

"Hi Trisha, thanks for calling, I'm about to go nuts here."

"I'm driving up tonight.  My first final is on Wednesday, so I have some time.  Can I stay with you, at least tonight."

"Of course."  He closed his eyes, this would only make things worse but how could he refuse her.

"Great, I'm looking forward to seeing you.  By the way, I talked to mom on the phone.  She wants to see me."

"But you're staying with me?"

"Yeah, she said I couldn't stay with her."

"Oh, I'm sorry Trisha."

"Not your fault.  I'll tell you more when I get there.  I love you."

"I love you too."

Mark decided that as long as he was going to do this, he might as well do it right.  He straightened up the room and then drove down to a store not too far away.  He picked up a bottle of wine and some flowers.  Back at the hotel, he waited as the minutes drug into hours.  Just as he thought he would explode there was a knock on his door.  

When he opened the door, Trisha stood there smiling.  She threw herself onto him, kissing him and hugging him.  "Hi Mark," she said finally with a glowing blush on her face.

"Hi Trisha."  Without thinking he swept her from her feet and carried her into the room, both of them giggling like children.  "Are you hungry?"

"Just for you."  Trisha smiled as she said it and then kissed him again as he put her down.  She smiled up at him and slowly slid down to her knees in front of him.  Without taking her eyes off his face she unbuckled his slacks and then unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor.  Still gazing into his eyes, she slid his briefs down, releasing his cock.  Then she cupped his hardening tool in her hands and licked it from the base to the head.

"I love the way your cock tastes."  She slipped his cock head into her mouth and began to suck gently on it.  Pushing more and more of his cock into her mouth she began to fuck him slowly.

Mark closed his eyes, only Linda had ever given him head this way.  Most women did it because their partner wanted it, but Linda and Trisha both did it because they loved doing it.  He looked down as the head of his cock pressed against the back of Trisha's throat.  God it felt so good.  She pulled back, sliding his cock slowly out of her mouth and then licking around the head before diving back onto his shaft.  She cupped his balls in her hand and slowly massaged them as she sucked his cock.

"God Trisha, you are so good."

"Mmmph"  She pulled off his cock and grinned up at him.  "You like it hmmm?  Am I good little cock-sucker for you?  A hot enough little tramp.  Your sweet little slut?  Maybe you'd like to fuck my pussy?  Maybe you'd like to fuck my ass?"

"Oh God Trisha."  He felt his balls begin to swell and he knew he was close to cumming.  "I'm gonna cum, baby."

"Yeah, show me how slutty I am, cum on my face.  Come on lover, shoot your load all over my face."  Trisha began to pump his cock slowly and her other hand slid back from his balls until her finger pressed against his ass.  As her finger slid inside him he blew his load.

The first spurt of jism splashed across her face stretching from the corner of her mouth, across her nose and up into her hair.  She opened her mouth and licked at the cum on her lips and Mark aimed his next shot into her mouth.  She smiled up at him, showing him his cum and he blew again into her nasty face.

"Mmmm, I love the taste of your cum, but I really want you to fuck me.  Fuck me good and hard and then take me out to dinner."  She guided his softening cock back into her mouth and slid her tongue down his shaft.  Pulling back she looked up at him again.  "Fuck me.  Give my your cock.  Make me scream for more and then cum in my pussy.  I'm not on the pill.  You might make a baby in me.  Do you want that?  I do.  I want to have your baby."

Mark looked down at her.  She looked so nasty and yet so sweet and innocent.  The paradox confused him but turned him on even more.  She wasn't quite young enough to be his daughter, not unless he'd started very early, but still she was much younger than him and yet there she was, on her knees, asking him to make her pregnant while she sucked his cock.  His cock sprang back to life and she stood up and guided him to the bed, never turning loose of his dick.

"Take my clothes off.  I'm not wearing underwear.  I drove up here without underwear, thinking of you.  I rubbed my pussy the whole way, thinking of your cock.  Do you like me to rub my pussy and think about you?  I want you to rub my pussy and then fuck me good."

"Mmm, baby, you are so hot," Mark said, pulling her t-shirt off over her head and, true to her word, exposing her bare breasts.  Again he was struck by their beauty.  They were perfect, firm and pert with large swollen nipples.  He leaned down and sucked one into his mouth and heard her moan in response.  

His hands slid lower until they reached the short shorts she wore.  He was a little surprised to find they they were wet and sticky between her legs, apparently she wasn't kidding about rubbing herself on the drive up from Houston.  He pushed the shorts down and off her, letting her kick them off her feet.

Light red hair barely covered her soft mound and Mark marveled at the beauty of her pussy.  Absolutely perfect, in every way.  Full pouty lips lay exposed and glistening in the soft light.  He couldn't help himself, like a moth drawn to the seductive light of a candle he dipped his mouth down and tasted her sweet nectar.  His tongue slid easily between the lips of her sex and her juice flowed into his mouth.  He drank her, even as his tongue explored the soft velvety lips, and she pulled his face deeper into her pussy.

"Yes, oh Mark, suck my pussy.  God, you eat pussy like a woman.  I love a good tongue and you are one of the best.  Damn this is so good.  Yes, fuck, yes."

Mark felt her nearing her climax and paused.  Usually Linda took much longer to cum.  Trisha was certainly a different lover though.  Linda was quiet and reserved during their lovemaking, not at all like Trisha.  He'd never heard Linda cuss or use any vulgar language.  Trisha's dirty talk excited him and drove him and and he put that erotic energy into his cunnigulus. Lapping and sucking her pussy as hard and fast as he could.  

Trisha exploded on his face, flooding his mouth with her nectar.  He didn't stop but moved his hands to hold her squirming hips.  She grabbed his head, twining her fingers in his hair, and pulled his face into her pumping sex as she arched her back and howled in orgasmic delight.

When her gyrations subsided Mark lifted his head and smiled at her.  She grinned back and then guided him up onto her.  Softly she kissed his lips, tasting her juices on his mouth.  She licked him, savoring the taste of her own pussy, and then breathed into his ear.  

"Fuck me.  Fuck me good and hard.  Put your cock deep into my pussy and let me feel you cum in my womb.  Make a baby in me, give me your child and make me your woman."

Mark smiled at her and slid his cock into her wet pussy.  The heat was intense and it drove him on.  He pressed deeper forcing all of his cock into her.  

Rolling her eyes back into her head, she sighed and then wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper.  Mark began to slowly fuck her, pulling back until only the head of his cock was still in her pussy and then pressing forward again in a solid rhythm.  

With each in stroke Trisha grunted softly and with each pull back she moaned.  Soon Mark increased the tempo of his fucking.  Faster and harder he pounded her.  Trisha's eyes opened and a look of pure sexual hunger spread across her face. 

"Yes, fuck me hard.   Fuck me.  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."  She grabbed his head and pulled him down to her, biting his lips and licking his face.  "Oh damn you.  Fuck me so good.  Cum in my pussy.  Make a mess of my cunt and fill me with your cum.  Fuck yeah.  Oh baby, fuck me.  Fuck me."

Mark felt his balls tighten again and he thrust as deep as he could into her pussy.  His balls jumped and he felt his cock explode into her hole.  His cum shot out of his cock and into her, filling her tight pussy.

Trisha felt him cum and she bit his lip hard, tasting his blood on her tongue.  Her fingernails dug into his scalp under the hair she was pulling, holding him to her and her legs clenched around his back.  They stayed this way for several minutes before she finally released him and they both collapsed onto the bed.

Only then did Mark realize that his lip was bleeding and he wiped it with the back of his hand.  He stared at the blood and then looked over at Trisha.  She was laying there, eyes closed, with a soft contented smile.  Blood, his blood, smeared her chin and his cum from her fellatio was dried on her cheeks and in her hair.  She was beautiful, sexier than any woman he'd dreamed of.

"How did you ever get so nasty?  You look like an angel, but you fuck like a demon possessed?"  Mark reached out and touched her face, letting his finger trail through his own fluids.

"Well thank you, my lover.  I had a good teacher."

"And who would that have been?  Some wild rock star like Angus Young?"

"My mother."

His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped for just a moment.  "Your mother?"

"Yeah, my mom."  Trisha rolled off the bed and trotted toward the bathroom, stopping to look over her shoulder at him staring at her ass.  "Come take a shower with me and I'll tell you the story over supper tonight."




Like Mother, Like Daughter



(A Dylan James Adventure)

(This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out – they are all stand alone stories. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.) 

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The top of the tiny yellow bikini was hanging from the bedpost, and the almost non-existent bottoms were flung over by the window. His swim trunks had never made it pass the patio door downstairs. 

The squeaking of the bedsprings was loud, but not as loud as the headboard banging against the wall. There were also the cries of pleasure as Beth rode Dylan's giant cock, plus the unmistakable sound of wetness as she drove the slick sleeve of her tight young cunt up and down the length of his stiff manhood. 

"Unh, unh, unh, unh," Beth moaned as she drove his 9 inch monster into her tightly packed pussy. She was riding Dylan so hard that he thought in passing that the bed might break, but he really didn't care because he was too absorbed by watching the beautiful 18 year old red head slide her wet pussy up and down his stiff rod. 

His graze dropped down her magnificent body to watch as his proud pussy pleaser continually drove into her young shaved snatch, and he wondered where she put it all. She was small, much like her Mother. She had the same flowing red hair, the same great body, and the same large breasts. Large natural breasts that were too large for her slim frame, but he knew from personal experience that she would fill out in all the right places just like her Mother.

Her large breasts were bouncing up and down as she tried to pound Dylan's ass into the quaking bed, as she tried to drive his rock hard dick farther and farther up her hungry cunt. He reached up and grabbed her bouncing orbs and pinched both rose-colored nipples between his fingers. The added stimulation went directly to her over heated cunt and started a chain reaction of pleasure. 

"Oh, God! Dylan I am cumming again!!!!! OH GOD!!!!! AAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! OH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!l" Beth screamed as her newest orgasm overtook her. Dylan and Beth had been fucking for over an hour and she showed not sign of slowing down. Ahh, to be young again. As Beth drove her climaxing cunt up and down on Dylan's thrusting prick in search of his sperm, her vaginal muscles clamped down on his rod and began to flutter along the length of his wondrous cock. He had lost count of how many times she had cum. He just marveled at her endurance. As he watched her flushed, but pleasure filled face ride out her climax, his mind drifted back on how he got to be in the enviable position of fucking this super hot 18 year old in the first place.

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Valerie slithered her hands around Dylan's hips and grabbed onto his hard, driving ass with her crimson¬ tipped fingernails. She dug into the muscles, squeezing the knotted cheeks as though her orgasm were somewhere inside of him, and she were trying to force it out into her body.

Oh, fuck me, Dylan'" she moaned. Her hands gripped him tightly. Her arms were like steel bands which joined them in their mutual pleasure. 'Fuck me, Dylan ... fuck me. God, what a cock!"

Dylan bent forward and kissed her on the mouth. It was open and wet, waiting eagerly for his lips. His tongue stabbed hard into her mouth, and she sucked upon it furiously as if she were trying to pull it out by its root. Her legs were suspended in air on either side of his hunching body. Her unanchored legs jerked helplessly up and down like a puppet dangling from the end of a string, as he drove his cock mercilessly into the tight, squeezing hole of her liquid cunt. Her ass was sitting on the edge of her desk and her dress was up around her waist. 

Suddenly the phone on her desk began to ring. Dylan broke the kiss and looked over her shoulder at the phone. The light from Lanya's office was flashing. The BOSS! Well, even she could not interrupt his pleasure at this moment as he continued to drive his raging prick into Valerie's wet core. 

"Oh God! Fuck me...!! Oh I'm going to cum!!"

With the phone ringing in their ears, the pair continued to fuck like bunnies on Valerie's desk. Dylan brought his hands to Valerie's firm ass and pulled her to the edge of the desk. He began to double time his thrusts into her creaming cunt using the full 9 inch length of his great cock on each stroke. His over sized mushroom shaped head bottomed out in her cunt on each thrust driving her mad with lust.

"Oh, my God!" VaIerie moaned. "Oh, my God!!!!!"

Dylan thrust relentlessly into her clutching pussy. He knew she was close from the way her writhing body shook in his arms. Just a few more strokes. Five, ten, fifteen thrusts and Valerie's cunt exploded. Her tight hot sleeve clamped down on Dylan's invading member, and pussy juice flowed from her cunt, down the crack of her ass and onto the top of the desk. He continued to thrust into her climaxing pussy deepening and extending her orgasm as he searched for his own release. Dylan usually could last for a very long time before cumming, but this was a quickie. There would time for a much more extended love session later. 

He felt the tell-tale sensation behind his balls and knew he was close to cumming. He continued to thrust into Valerie's over heated cunt and let the milking action of her velvet walls pull his hot sperm from his balls. He fired several rounds of hot cum into her famished womb, and slowly stopped thrusting into her. He eased out of her swampy cunt and sat down in her desk chair. Valerie slipped off her desk and down in-between Dylan's out stretched thighs, and sucked his still sizeable penis into her mouth. As she licked their co-mingled juices off his prick, Dylan looked down at the bobbing head of the blond headed production intern and realized he really should not fuck the girls in the office anymore. He could really get in trouble that way. But she had been throwing her ass at him for over a week, ever since she had come over from USC on a film intern program. She was 21, very blond, very sexy and wore incredibly short skirts that showed off her terrific legs. What was a man to do?

The phone on Valerie's desk rang again. He put his hand on the back of her head so that she would continue her wonderful cleaning job on his dick, and reached for her phone.

"Valerie's desk."

"Are you through fucking our newest intern?" Lanya demanded.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, "he said as Valerie looked up to his eyes with his prick buried deep in her wide stretched mouth.

"I want you to stop this right now – you realized we could get sued. You do, don't you?"

"Yes, I do and I promise that I will try extra hard to do more of exactly what I am doing now." Valerie was extremely talented at sucking dick. His prick was beginning to recover and grow again under her warm and gentle care. 

"God, you are a bastard. I want to see you in my office right now about a new job. How long will you be?"

As Dylan looked down at the beautiful production intern sucking his giant prick back to full mast, he thought about her wonderful ass and wondered if she would like to try a back door entrance. "I'll be about 20 minutes, okay?" And he hung up the phone. 

Dylan's fully recovered prick slipped from Valerie's warm mouth as she finished slurping his dick and she gently began to stroke the large column of male flesh in her hand. Her eyes were expectant and sultry as she stared into his blue ones. 

"How would you like to try a new game?" Dylan asked. She smiled.

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As the 737 hurtled towards Atlanta, Dylan sat in his seat reading the script of the new film that the company and he had just been hired to do stunts for. According to Lanya, it was a rush job. The film was already in production somewhere outside of Atlanta. They had fired the old stunt coordinator and his crew right in the middle of shooting, and the film set was in crisis mode. The producers had called Lanya to see if anything could be worked out on such short notice. As she was often fond of saying, "All things are possible for the right price." All the other stunt designers for the company were busy, so Dylan was being flown out to look over the situation and see what could be done. The first big stunt sequence of the film was what was filming next. The location had already been picked and the first crew had started to prep it when the shit hit the fan. 

It seems that the first crew had been rigging an old barn on a farm for a car explosion. Somehow, during testing for the stunt, a fire had started and burned down half of this old barn. The owner was outraged and was talking about suing everyone in sight. The director, the stunt coordinator, the producers, the studio, just about everyone. While the owner raged about his barn, the movie had ground to a halt until they could find a new location for the stunt.

They had found one about 100 miles east of Atlanta in the rolling hills past Athens. That was where Dylan was headed with a lap-top and a digital camera to scout the new location and send the info back to LA, so the team could begin to work out the logistics of the stunt. Dylan was very excited about the possibility of this film. He had been doing stunt work for about 10 years now, and was very successful at it. He was part owner of the company that Lanya ran with several other stuntmen, but the speed with which this assignment had to be put together was going to be a big challenge. He hoped that he and the company would be up for it. If they could pull this off, it would be a big feather in their collective hat. 

He had taken the red-eye to Atlanta from LA, and landed very early on Saturday morning at Hartsfield International Airport. He got a good size SUV from the Hertz counter and was headed east out of Atlanta on I – 20 by 9 AM. The name of the little community that he was headed for was Union Point, GA. It was a little burg about 20 miles north of the freeway. According to the map, it looked to be in the middle of no-where. Hell, Dylan had grown up in Georgia and he had never heard the name before. 

The film crew was still down to the south of Atlanta, and would not be up this way for about a week. The location scouts had found the new site, the producers had approved it and they had all gone back to the set to finish up what they were working on. Dylan had about 4 days to scout, plan and set up the stunt with the help of the team back in LA. 

Dylan had not been to Georgia for a few years and it felt good to be driving through the Southern countryside. About 11 AM, he made the turn off the freeway and started up the state highway towards Union Point. He stopped at a local Waffle House for some coffee and eggs. While there he called ahead to the owner to let them know he would be arriving soon. He got the answering machine and he heard a lovely lilting southern accent telling him to leave a message. He did just that, finished his breakfast and headed up the road. 

About 45 minutes later, he pulled up to the address he had been given about 5 miles outside of the little town of Union Point. He had read an email from the location scout that said this was an old farm, and that is what he expected to see. But the description could not have been further from the truth. He was parked outside a set of private gates through which you could see a long winding driveway that led back into a grove of old growth oak trees. If the gates were any indication, then this place was a lot fancier then he thought. 

He pressed the intercom by the gate. He could see the security camera move to more clearly see his face.

"Yes," said a voice from the intercom.

"Hi, I am Dylan James. I am with the film company. I am here to look at your barn for the shoot."

"Oh, hi. I got your call. Come on up." The intercom switched off and the gates began to open automatically. Dylan felt a little like he was entering Oz.

He slowly drove up the private driveway through the trees. In the distance he could see a very large old Southern plantation style home but even through the trees, he could tell it had been extensively renovated. He finally pulled up into a very large circular driveway and he just stared. The house and the gardens were beautiful. He had totally underestimated the term "farm" with this place. Who ever lived here was a multi-millionaire. 

He got of the SUV and straightened himself out. He crossed up the wide stairs to the big front door and rang the doorbell. He turned away for a moment to enjoy the lush gardens surrounding the house. He heard movement on the other side of the door and the lock was being undone. The door opened and he turned to greet who ever was on the other side. He stopped dead in his tracks. 

He stood facing a very lovely young woman in the smallest bikini he had ever seen. And he had seen a lot of small bikinis. It was bright red and barely covered any of the delicious body that it was trying to conceal. The woman seemed to be about 19 or 20, with long red haired pulled back in a ponytail. The red of the bikini was a bright contrast with her smooth pale freckled skin. She had the flat stomach and slim boyish hips of very young women, but the biggest pair of breasts that he had ever seen on such a slim frame. Her breasts strained again the material that was trying to hold them in place and the material was losing. Her top was just two little tri-angles with strings that just covered the rigid nipples of her huge perfect young breasts. The bottom was even smaller. Just a tri-angle of material that covered her vagina area and it barely accomplished that feat at all. Her face was beautiful, and she was small, no more then 5 feet tall. She was the living proof of the saying, "great things come in small packages." Dylan thought to himself in a much simpler sense, "she is smoking!!" 

This young goddess simply stared at him, her eyes traveling him up and down with a hungry gaze like she had not eaten in a week. "Wow! Are you for real? Where did you come from?" She asked in a low voice tipped with honey. 

"I could ask the same thing," Dylan answered. 

"Beth! Go put some clothes on right now!" A voice thundered from behind the young girl. "How many times have I told you not to answer the door like that? It makes us look like we are running a cat house. Go put on a robe now!"

The young girl's gaze stayed on Dylan for a couple of seconds longer, drinking in his maleness. Then she turned on her heel and walked away with all the attitude and defiance of a beautiful young teenager becoming a woman. Her ass was almost as magnificent as her front. The only material that graced her backside were two strings that somehow met somewhere in the crack of her gorgeous tight ass. Dylan simply stared as the sex show walked out of the room. 

"Excuse my daughter. She was blessed with a great figure, and she is determined that everyone else is going to see it."

Dylan turned to the voice and was stunned a second time in as many minutes. The voice came from a woman who was a mirror image of the daughter. The same red hair, great tits, beautiful face, and small height all put together in a slightly rounder package. Her curves had curves. If the daughter was a stunner, then the mom was a bombshell. 

She was dressed in a simple jean skirt and a white t-shirt with her hair pulled up on her head. A pair of sandals with a small heel graced her feet. Her toenails were painted a bright red. She was dressed very comfortably and certainly not provocative in the least, but because of her smoking hot body, it almost seemed obscene.

"Hi, I am Molly," said the vision, as she extended her hand toward Dylan.

Recovering as fast as he could, "Hi, I hope this is a good time?"

"Sure. No problem. I have been expecting you. Please come in. Can I get you something to drink?" Molly asked. 

"Coffee, ice tea, anything would be fine."

"Follow me," said the vision as she moved deeper into the house. All Dylan could think was, "anywhere you lead."

The house was huge with rooms going off in all directions. They walked down a hall that passed living rooms, and dining rooms with more rooms off those. Finally, they came to a sun room with glass walls that looked out onto a huge landscaped pool area. The young girl was posed on the diving board as if waiting for them to arrive. As soon as she saw them, she took off down the board and bounced up into the air. Dylan wondered how she could manage to do that without her huge bouncing tits knocking her out. She executed a perfect dive into the water with hardly a splash. Molly continued to lead him into the next room which was a large kitchen that also had large windows that looked out on the pool. 

"How about some ice tea?" Molly asked. 

"That would be great."

As Molly went to the frig to get the tea, the young girl climbed up the pool ladder closest to the kitchen. Her wet tiny thong bikini was now plastered to her outrageous body. Her nipples looked like pencil points as they poked through the thin material, and the soaked bottoms clearly outlined the lips of her shaved pussy. As she rang the water from her hair, she looked right at Dylan through the window and flashed him a million watt smile. 

"Here you go," Molly said as she handed Dylan a glass of tea loaded with ice. "Let's sit over here," as she led the way to a kitchen table on the other side of the room away from the water show now playing outside. Dylan was thankful for the chance to clear his mind of the images of him fucking the young girl to a screaming climax on a chaise lounge at the edge of the pool. 

Molly and he exchanged pleasantries for a few moments about his flight, Atlanta, and the weather. As they chatted over iced tea, he found out a little about her. She was 38 years old, her daughter was 18, and the "farm" was about 500 acres. Dylan wondered where was all the help, and more particularly, where was the man for such a large place, but to dig any further would be rude. Finally, although he did not want to end the conversation with the vision, he did have a job to do. He asked if he could see the barn location so he could start his planning. 

She told him that it was pretty far from the house, and she would take lead him there. They went out a side door of the house. He did not get to see more of the teenage sex show that the daughter wanted to show him, but her image was burned in his mind. Plus the show that Molly, the mother was giving him by simply walking to her car was enough to get his big pants snake at semi-full mast anyway. Wow, she had a sexy, sexy walk as he took in the movements of her hips and bounce of her big tits. 

They went around to the front of the house and she told him to follow her as she got into a large late model pickup. He followed her down the driveway, back onto the highway and down several twisting side roads until she pulled through a small metal gate. She parked, got out and walked back to his car. 

"It is just down there, can I ride with you?"

"Sure," Dylan stammered. "Get in."

She had to almost pull herself up into big SUV front seat with Dylan watching all the time. When she finally got settled, she crossed her short but beautiful legs, and her jean skirt rode up exposing lots of the same pale freckled skin that her daughter possessed. He started driving down a bumpy dirt trail through some trees toward a very large and weathered barn. The intoxicating essence of her perfume slowly filled the SUV. It was hard for Dylan to keep his mind on where he was driving, as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. 

As they came through the thin line of trees, Dylan could see how big the barn actually was. It looked like a very old tobacco barn with weathered wood and beams everywhere, but seemed to be as solid as a rock. 




Like Mother, Like Daughter



"Wow, that barn is really great shape for such an old structure."

"It is really only about 5 years old. My husband had it built to look like it was really 100 years old, but it is really a state of the art garage. He stored his car collection in there before he left."

"Where is he now?"

"Oh, that is a long story. I may tell you some other time. Look, I am going to head back to the house. I left the side door open for you, and if you need anything, just call me. There is a phone inside. I'll be back in a couple of hours to check up on you."

"Do you need me to drive you back to your truck?" 

"No, the walk will do me good. See you in a bit." And off she bounced through the trees towards her truck. 

"God, that is a hot woman," Dylan thought as he watched her walk away, but quickly, the urgency of what he had to accomplish came back, and he started to work.

When Dylan walked inside he was floored at how large and modern the building was. It looked like a barn, but it was not that on the inside. It had concrete floors, steel I-beam posts, insulated walls, and enough power to run a small city. For the stunts the movie called for, this place was perfect. He took out of his bag his laptop, digital camera, and a laser tape measure. He slowly and precisely began to take shots of everything and downloaded them to the computer. He measured the entire interior of the barn with the laser and put them into a special design program on the hard drive. 

Dylan had been working for about 45 minutes when the heat got to him finally. The barn had been closed up for a long time and was very stuffy. It was also June in Georgia and the sun was baking the outside of the barn. He was sweating buckets in the overheated interior of the barn. He was sure that there was AC in here, but he didn't want to take the time to find it. And by the time it started make any difference to the inside temperature, he would be long gone. He walked out to his SUV, opened the back hatch and he threw his dripping shirt inside. He opened his suitcase and took out a pair of baggy shorts and sandals. He looked around and saw he was completely alone, so he took off his boots and jeans. Dylan usually went commando unless he was working, so as he took off his jeans, his very generous sized prick flopped out and dangled against his inside thigh. He put on his shorts and sandals, and started back into the barn.

If anyone had seen Dylan as he walked across the grass to the barn, they might of thought of him as the male version of "Venus on the Half-shell." He was in a word – built! He had muscles everywhere, a flat six pack stomach, powerful arms, chest and legs. His shorts rode very low on his slim hips and he was tanned a light golden color. He was 6'4", weighed about 215, with thick black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was very handsome and he knew it. But he never flaunted it, and that made him even more appealing to women and men alike. He was a very intelligent, ambitious good man, who just happened to like pussy a lot. Everyone has a weak spot, right?

He continued his work, making his measurements, transmitting them to LA and talking with some of his partners in this office. The time went quickly. He was still sweating, but at least he was more comfortable. He had just finished and was beginning to pack up when he heard a truck door close outside. 

He looked up to see Molly come through the garage door. Again he was taken with how lovely she was. Now she was wearing a short thin top and the same jean skirt. The top left her stomach exposed and she was definitely in very good shape. Her abs were toned and there was not one ounce of fat on her but for those exceptional breasts. Her top covered a tiny bikini top that was smaller then her daughter's, if that was possible, and she had been swimming. The moisture of the suit had caused the little coverall to cling to her big round breasts like a second skin. 

For her part, Molly was shocked at how much of a stud Dylan was. She knew he was tall, dark and handsome. But with his shirt off, he was heaven on earth to look at. She had felt a little tingle pass through her clit when she first saw him at the house, but now that she was walking toward him she could feel her entire pussy snap to attention. It had been a very long time since she'd had sex. 

"How are you coming?" she asked. 

"All done for now. Have to wait for the office to make some calculations, then they will call me back with suggestions. I am pretty much done for right now."

"You are sweating buckets. Why didn't you turn on the AC?"

"Didn't know where it was."

"Come on, follow me. We will cool you off." She led him across the barn/garage to a little office on the side that Dylan had not paid much attention too. Inside were an old couch and large coffee table and some scattered papers on the floor. Molly moved to a large panel and pushed a button. Suddenly, a strong blast of air began to move through the room. 

"Close the door. It will cool off faster," she said. "Fred put extra large compressors out here so he could cool off or heat the place really fast. He even had special ones put in to control the office space alone. That is what you feel. It will be cold in here in just a second."

She was right. The air was already getting colder, and the sweat covering Dylan was already starting to get cool.

"Fred's your husband, I assume."

"Was! Is! Who knows? He is not here and is not coming back." Molly sat down on the edge of the coffee table. Her skirt rode up her beautiful thighs. 

"What happened to all the cars?" Dylan asked as he leaned against the wall next to the door. 

"Oh, I did say I might tell you. Well, the short version is he found a very young slut to pal around with and he left. But when he left, I sold everything that was his. The cars, the boat, the plane, everything and sent him the check. Pissed him off something awful. He threatened to come back here and set me straight, but the sheriff is my first cousin and the superior judge is my uncle. So I got a restraining order against him and if he steps foot in the county – he goes to jail."

"How long ago was that?"

"About 6 months ago and I have not heard from him since."

"Does he see your daughter?"

"Yeah, he is a good provider for Beth. No problem there. He made all of his money in tort law. That's the kind where you sue huge companies in class actions suits. He spent all this money fixing up the farm, the house, the barn, everything. But the farm is mine. Money is tight for me, but I am not going to sell this place. This is all going to go Beth one day."

"It is a very nice place." 

"Thanks. It will be nice to have you guys here doing the movie. That should be very exciting. Brrr, I told you it would be cold in here soon."

Dylan didn't need any more proof of that then watching her nipples begin to poke out of her wet top because of the cold air. Also the sweat on his skin had cooled and now he was covered in goose flesh. 

"My, are you getting cold, too? You are covered in goose bumps."

"No, I'm fine."

"You look like you are freezing. Here let me warm you up," she said as she crossed to him and began to rub her hand up and down on his upper arm. She did that a couple of times. Then she slowly took her hand and let it drift caressingly across his broad chest down to his chiseled abs.

"You are a fine looking man," she whispered low as she continued to stroke his bare chest. 

"And you are one sexy hot woman," said Dylan as he watched her hand moving across his stomach. 

He found no resistance as he pulled her to him, and kissed her full on the mouth. His tongue eagerly explored her sweet mouth. He must have looked like a question mark as he bent to kiss her because he was so much taller then her, almost 16 inches in height. She moaned in her throat as she kissed him back hard and passionately. Somehow, without breaking the kiss, they managed to stumble to the couch and fall back on it. Somewhere along the way, they had managed to get rid of her top, jean skirt and tiny thong panties. Dylan now had two fingers up Molly's juicing cunt. He twirled his fingers around, and jabbed them in and out of her pussy until his fingers were sticky with her warm excitement. 

Frantically, she tugged at his shorts trying to get them open and pulled them down his legs. She followed them down until she was on her knees, pulling the shorts off. She tugged them off his feet and then she looked up and moaned when she saw his giant cock staring her right in the face.

"Oohhh, Jesus!" Her voice sobbed with passion as she began to stroke Dylan's great cock with her curled fingers, squeezing and stroking up and down the shaft until he felt his balls tense with pleasure. "You are huge. I must have it . . . I must have your cock now!"

Molly grabbed the large naked shaft with both her hands and brought her lips around the head of his cock. He moaned softly in pleasure. Her tongue licked expertly up and down the length of his cock and teased the large mushroom head with the sharp edges of her teeth. She spread her saliva all over his hard hot shaft and began to suck him up and down, back and forth, in and out of her warm mouth. She curled her tongue in a tight cylinder, pushed it into the slotted hole in the tip, as though she were somehow trying to fuck his cock with her tongue.

"Oh, my God," he said, moaning softly.

"It's been a long time," she mumbled, running her mouth greedily up and down the thick round shaft. "Much too long!"

Dylan reached over her bobbing head and undid the back of her bikini and the tiny top fell away. He reached down between their bodies, and lifted her large breasts in his hands. There were pillowed and soft, and he squeezed them between his fingers. He could feel her hard nipples pushing against the palms of his hands. He caught both nipples between two fingers on each hand and pinched down hard onto the stiff nubs of her knockers. Molly groaned and slid her lips further down his cock. 

Molly!" He urged her. "Eat it ... eat it all."

Her mouth was like a suction pump around his groin, he could feel her lips tightening excitingly around the long thick, throbbing shaft. Dylan could feel the head of his cock rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed, and he felt her saliva dribbling down around the hardness of his erection. With hardly any effort, Molly pushed her mouth down the length of Dylan's 9 inch prick, then turning her head from side to side; she twisted his cock back and forth, moving it around in the wet hollow tunnel of her sucking mouth.

"Jesus . . . that's fantastic!" Dylan moaned, closing his eyes.

He grabbed her head, fucking his raging cock into her mouth. His balls banged against the edge of her chin. The head of his great thick cock throbbed as it shot past the opening of her throat, and he could feel her breath through her nose as hot air snorted from her quivering nostrils, teasing the hair on his belly. Her cheeks were so hollowed that he could feel their slippery wet slide against the shaft of his cock. She was sucking him deep and hard, trying, if possible, to sink her mouth even further down around the thick long shaft. 

Dylan moaned, "Suck it .., suck it! Oh, my God! ... Suck it . . .suck it all! " . He began to double-time his thrusting shaft in and out, pulling her head, moving her mouth up and down the shaft of his cock as if he was masturbating himself with Molly's mouth. The sensation was more similar to fucking a cunt than a mouth. He closed his eyes and imagined that it was Molly's cunt he was pumping into. 

Jesus!" he groaned. "'You're going to make me cum!"

Molly pushed at him, pulling her mouth away from his cock. Her face was all red and sloppy with saliva and stray hair. Her eyes were glazed over with passion, and she was breathing heavily as she looked intently at him from between his widely parted thighs.

"No, Dylan!" she gasped. "Not yet... please not yet. I promise you it will be worth it!"

And to prove it, Molly began to lick at his large balls She nuzzled her warm face between his thighs. Her tongue was like wet fire as it slithered along against his sweaty flesh. Dylan slid down further on the couch to allow her greater access to his balls. She sucked one testicle into her mouth, rolling it over her tongue. As if it were a cock, she sucked it back into her throat. The straining pull made Dylan groan in a combination of pain and pleasure. She deftly released one ball, but at the same time, she sucked up the other. Then she pulled them both into her mouth, rolling them from side to side across her tongue. 

"Sweet Jesus..." Dylan moaned, his eyes screwed shut. 

Molly opened her mouth and Dylan's saliva-covered balls heavily fell out, swinging wetly against his thighs. She reached up and she grabbed hold of his cock, while her tongue began licking further south. Licking at his salty flesh and stroking his cock up and down, her tongue struck at his anus, and Dylan shook convulsively. The tip of her tongue struck again at his asshole, curling hotly into it, probing it, licking it, testing its resiliency, while up and down her fingers slipped, stroking him from the base of his thick prick to the swollen tip of the great head.

"Oh my God," he groaned, pleasure exploding behind his eyeballs. Molly's tongue licked at the wrinkled brown hole until it was dripping with her saliva. Suddenly she pushed up between his legs and dropped her mouth over his excited prick. At the same moment, she pushed a finger against his wet asshole. Gently as first, then pushing hard she sank her index finger to its full length inside his asshoIe. She began to deep throat his cock while working her finger back and forth in his ass. Dylan cried out, his head spinning woozily from the intensity of the pleasure. His cock felt like it was going to explode, and her finger felt as if it was all the way up into the middle of his chest. 

"Oh . . . ohhh . .. oohhhh!! I am going to cum!!!!" Dylan screamed at the top of his voice. 

With the speed of a cobra, Molly's mouth came off his raging prick, while her finger continued to saw into his anus. Molly could feel the first surge travel past her fingers as it shot up Dylan's shaft towards her face. His spasming cock rewarded her with a hefty helping of cum on her chin. "Give it to me!" puffed Molly as the next three blasts landed all over her face and tits, giving her a priceless pearl necklace. Big torrents of jizz continued to blast out of his massive cock and on to her upturned face. Thick white globs trickled down her face and chin and dripped onto her heavy rack. She put her mouth back over the fountaining head in time to catch a big mouthful of the delicious nectar. After a dozen lesser spurts, his churning balls started to relaxed, and the flow of cum stopped. She slowly pulled her finger from his ass and sat back releasing his exhausted but happy cock from her warm mouth. Dylan glanced at her through silted eyes and saw her face covered with cream. They had produced one messy facial. Her eyes were unfocused and wild with passion as she sat kneeling between his thighs, continuing to stroke his drained meat.

"Mmmmmmm, Mama wants more!" she demanded. ""Do you have anymore in this schlong?"

"Maybe. Why don't you find out?"

With that she dropped her mouth over his cock once more and began to twirl her tongue around the large mushroom head. She ran her hands up Dylan's legs, stroking the inside of his thighs. It was ticklish, but very pleasurable. It took several seconds for Dylan to regain some composure she had left him so drained. But an idea formed in his sex-addled brain, as he watched her bob her head up and down that caused his weakened prick to begin to revive. "You like to deep throat cock?" he asked. She mumbled something he could not understand and shook her head in the affirmative as she continued to service his growing wand. 

"Then lay down on the table."

She hesitated only slightly, then got up and lay back on the coffee table. Dylan admired the beauty of her incredible body as he stroked his thick 9 inches back to its full erection. When he was at full mast, he stood and moved around her so he was above her cum stained face. Molly watched him as he touched her soft breasts and ran his large hands up and down her smooth body. Molly trembled slightly and closed her eyes. He pulled her body along the surface of the table, until her head hung over the edge. He reached down to his rock hard cock and slowly brushed it along her lips. 

Dylan slowly fed her his jutting cock past her soft lips once more. Molly began sucking on his dick as it eased into her mouth. He put his hands on her large breasts, massaging them, lightly pinching her stiff nipples. Molly moaned around his cock, sucking harder. He continued to pull and tug and even twist the big pointed nipples of her DD rack. She trembled in arousal, and spread her legs revealing her wet cunt. Her pussy was completely smooth and his hands left her big breasts, and moved down across her tight stomach to her moist cunt. Molly whimpered around Dylan's giant cock as he softly slid two fingers into her wet burning snatch. Molly gasped, arching her back. Dylan began to steadily push his cock deeper in her mouth as he fingered her wet hole. Molly gagged slightly, but stayed in place. She breathed in loudly through her nose, and Dylan watch as his long hard cock sunk slowly in her hot mouth. He slowly worked his stiff dick into Molly's tight throat, while rubbing her swollen little clit between his fingers. The tight, rippling, feel of her throat was simply too incredible too believe. Molly brought her hands up to Dylan's hips to brace herself. Wet gurgling and gulping sounds came from her throat as Dylan pushed deeper and deeper, watching his thick nine inches disappeared into the wide stretched mouth. 

"Oh, that's it! You got it all!" he moaned as his big dick was buried to the hilt in Molly's throat. God, she looked hot! Her lips straining to wrap around the width of his massive prick, his heavy balls laying across her nose, and her mouth framed by his dark pubic hair. The large head lurched deep in her throat and a shot of pre-cum squirted out and went right down her throat. The swallowing sensation almost made him cum right then. He gave a little thrust forward into her warm tight throat, and then slowly pulled out.

As Molly gulped for air, strings of thick saliva coated his cock and stretched from her open mouth. "More!!" she moaned. He savagely thrust back into her throat once more, and she took his full stroke as she seemed to have no trouble as she accommodated his thrusting cock with ease. Again and again, he thrust into Molly's tight throat, pushing his long cock all the way in, then rolling his hips as he used her mouth like a cunt. She urgently grab his hands and pushed them out of the way, and began to frig herself between her wide spread legs. She rubbed her hot moist clit with one hand and drove two fingers up her leaking cunt with the other. 

They settled into a rhythm as Dylan repeatedly jabbed his big long cock down her throat time and time again while he groped and fondled Molly's amazing tits. Dylan usually could a long time to cum the second time, but the tightness of her throat, and the vision of her masturbating while she deep throated him was too much for him and he felt that churning in his balls. He thrust once more burying his mighty prick deep in her throat, and threw his head back as he as he came hard. As he squeezed Molly's tits so hard that he left red marks on her pale skin, he continued driving thick stiff cock deep into her tight throat. He fired shot after shot of hot cum that flowed right down Molly's throat and into her stomach. While he shook with pleasure, and shot after shot of pent-up sperm gushed from his prick and down her throat, Molly began to thrust her hips into the air. Her pussy was making wet squishing noises as her fingers worked their magic on her clit and drove up her hot clutching cunt. While Molly drank his cum, she came like a train. Dylan kept pumping into her throat loving the feel of her rippling throat as the muscles pulled the last of semen out of him. Eventually she pushed against his hips, forcing him to withdraw from her throat. He slipped back, easing his spent dick from Molly's mouth as she gasped loudly trying to fill her lungs with fresh air. 




Like Mother, Like Daughter



Dylan was exhausted as he flopped back on to the couch with his dick dripping with a combo of Molly's saliva and his sperm. Her face was now covered with saliva and cum that had run down into her hair. Molly breathed deeply, staring at the ceiling as she continued to work her clit round and round in search of one last shadow cum. 

The room filled with the sound of their breathing, and they did not speak a word. The encounter had been so amazing that words could not do it justice. Dylan looked at the beautiful slutty woman on the table and wondered how any man could leave this goddess. As he gazed at her incredibly lush body and she continued to play with her clit, he was amazed to feel a stirring in his balls. Watching her plow three fingers up her cunt in search of another cum was too much for Dylan and he began to stroke his tired cock up and down with vigor. As he watched Molly began to tremble and shake from another orgasm, he felt his ole faithful begin to expand and grow once more. 

After she had recovered from her latest spend, Molly glanced over at Dylan and saw him stroking his meat to its full impressive size. Her eyebrows arched in surprise, but she slowly got up on her knees and turned her butt to Dylan. Her pussy was wet and swollen from the workout she had given it. It glistened between her legs like a diamond. She looked back over her shoulder at the resting Dylan, and in a smutty voice said, 

"Hey, Tiger, I want you to fuck me now! Are you up for it?" 

Dylan had not slept in over 20 hours, and he had just had an amazing workout from Molly. But as was stated earlier, he was a good man who did not like to disappoint anyone, and he really loved pussy. Especially new pussy! Molly was lovely and her spectacular body promised him a ride that he would not soon forget. He nodded his head "yes" while he stroked his hard cock. 

Molly rested her head on the coffee table with her ass elevated, and her thighs spread wide apart. Her pussy was at cock-level, all wide and wet and opened like a fresh cut rose. "I want you to fuck me from the rear. Doggy style! I want to feel every inch of your cock sliding up inside of me," she moaned at him. 

Dylan got up off the couch and moved behind her. Using the head of his prick to part the thick wet lips of her hot pussy he eased the tip into her wet channel. She was tight. Very tight! He grabbed her hips, made a minor adjustment for angle and leaned in hard against her. His cockhead slowly slipped inside her extremely tight pussy. 

"Ooh, God, that feels good," she moaned, as she humped herself back on Dylan's iron rod. 

"You are so tight. Jesus. How do you stay this tight?" he groaned.

"You are my second lover ever. And God, it's been long. Please fuck me hard. Oh yes!!"

Dylan had managed to sink about five inches of thick cock up her cunt. She was so small, he wondered up much she could take. Her cunt walls were like a glove they were so tight, and he groaned as he pulled back and slowly sunk into her molten core again. This time he managed to get 7 inches into her tight sleeve, and she groaned and pushed against trying to drive more of his hard cock into her long neglected pussy. Dylan slowly backed out once more enjoying the clutching feel of Molly's red hot fuck hole. Dylan took a stronger hold of Molly's hips, paused of a second, and then slammed all 9 inches of thick hard love muscle into her tightly packed pussy. Molly began to scream at the top of her lungs and her ass went into overdrive. As fast as Dylan tried to drive into her molten deeps, she was faster as she worked her tight wet sleeve up and down the length of Dylan's invading member. Her lust was pure animal. She wanted one thing and that was to have Dylan's magic cock fuck her to senseless orgasms. 

Dylan was going to last for a while because of all the cum be had poured down her throat earlier, but Molly was building to her first cum as she drove her soaking wet pussy back against Dylan's raging tool. Suddenly, the tightness was gone and Dylan drilled into her and his great mushroom head bounced off her cervix, the next instant the liquid muscles of her pussy sleeve tightened like a vise, like a steel fist around the pistoning staff of Dylan's cock. 

"Oh, God. ...Fuck me....," she cried, almost whinnying like a horse. "Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Molly was impaled upon the rigid stake of his driving cock. Her cunt was massaging his cock with the rippling walls of her creaming passageway. Dylan's balls swung between her widely parted thighs, and smacked against the edge of her cunt. He felt her fingers come up between her legs as she began to twirl the stiff hot button of her clitoris. He thrust in and out of her in hard strokes that used the full length of his great cock, and she thrashed about as if she were caught in some terrible convulsive palsy. She threw her head back, arching her spine, flinging her long hair across her back.

"OH! Oh! I'm going to cum! Oh, my God!!! FUCK ME, DYLAN!!!" she grunted.

His cock throbbed in the constricted tunnel of Molly's cunt. The walls of the oozing passageway clung to the sides of his shaft as if they were adhered with glue. Her heat and wetness baked down around his raging cock, cooking it, turning it a fiery red. Her cunt made a wet .squishy sound as Dylan's cock drilled in and out. He grabbed onto her ass cheeks with fingers of steel, digging his nails deeply into Molly's sweaty pink flesh. With a dull slapping sound that rang off the bare walls, his legs slammed against her thighs. He pulled Molly back hard against him, screwing the full length of his cock viciously into her creaming box. 

OH I'M GOING ....! GOD, OH FUCK ME NOWWWWWWWW!!! OOOOOOHHHHHH, I'M CUMMMMMMING!!!!! AAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

As Molly screamed in joy at her orgasm, pleasure was coursing up and down the length of Dylan's cock. Molly's pussy was milking his cock with the muscular coils of her cuntal passageway. Her pussy pulled and tugged and squeezed at his cock, trying to wringing the sperm from his balls. 

Dylan felt the far off feeling in the back of his groin that signaled the end of the ride. He was tired and his great strength was fading, but he wanted to give her one more huge orgasm as he came himself. He moved his hands off her churning hips, and he pulled her upright against him. He grabbed her great bouncing breasts in both his hands and like handles he held her in place as he relentlessly plowed his great cock into her seething, rippling pussy. 

"OH, GOD, FUCK ME ... FUCK ME!!!!!!!! IT'S WONDERFUL ... WONDERFUL... OOOH I CAN FEEL IT!! I CAN FEEL IT CUMMING AGAINNNNNNN!!" 

Her back was wet with perspiration, and he felt her tensed, humping hips move against him as he drilled into her gushing cunt. He moved his hands to the pencil tipped nips of her amazing tits and twisted them hard between his fingers. That sent her over the edge again. 

"I'M CUMMING... AAAHHHHHH!!! GIVE ME YOUR CUM!!!!! FILL ME ... FILL ME! OOOOOOOHHHHHH... FFFUUCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEEEE!!" 

He pile-drived into the insatiable oven of her cunt, driving his cock into her wet heat. He pressed his legs against the back of her thighs, felt the cheeks of her ass flattening and spreading against his thrusting belly, his swinging balls bouncing off the front of her cunt as he drilled his pulsing cock all the way into her creaming cunt. The mouth of her pussy tightened around the thick base of his massive cock and began to milk his cock like a pump seeking oil. Pussy juice ran like a river from her cunt hole, leaking down over his bouncing balls and thrusting prick. 

"OH, GOD, I'M CUMMING! OH, MY GOD!!!" Molly cried out, cumming still. "FUCK ME, DYLAN!!! OH FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!!!!!! GOD, I CAN'T STOP CUMMING!"

His cock continued to jam hard into her fiery hole, and suddenly, he was there. As her passage milked at his great thrusting prick, his cock began to spurt its thick hot blobs of sperm into the narrow crevice of her overheated cunt. His jism spewed out of him, splattering like hot heavy oil into the soft lining of her cunt. Then her muscles clamped down on his jutting shaft, and his sperm began to stream out in long pressurized gushes that erupted like molten lava against the quivering walls of her convulsing pussy. He continued drilling into her softness until her snapping pussy pulled all the cum out of his over worked penis. He tried to pull his prick out and back away from her, but the considerable wetness between them acted like a seal, welding their bodies together.

She stumped forward onto the table, her body collapsing from the emptying drain of her massive orgasms, and she dragged Dylan with her as she fell. The weight of both of them collapsed the table and they landed with a thud on the floor. In spite of the fall, Dylan's prick was still stuffed up Molly's vise-like pussy, and she groaned again, either it was pain or the intense, throbbing pleasure. 

Exhausted, Dylan lay next to the weary Molly, his cock slowly shrinking. Every once in a while his cock would twitch or throb inside her still fiery fuck hole. The sound slow of breathing filled the room. 

"So it that the first time, you've made love since her husband left you."

"Like I said, you are the second man I have ever had." 

"Wow, that is a waste. You are a fantastic lover." Dylan exclaimed. She snuggled closer to him. 

"Do you have a motel room yet?

"No."

"Do you have to do anymore work today?"

"No."

"Well, why don't we continue this up at the house, and you also spend the night."

(To Be Continued) 



Like Mother, Like Daughter



Tonight was a Friday, and it had seemed like every other Friday had been for the last three years for Eric. What had changed three years ago was that his wife, Kara, had died after a car accident on her way home from work. Eric had blamed himself for what had happened every day of his life since then; he was supposed to drive Kara to work that day, but after getting in to a fight with her that morning, he told her to drive herself. 

Eric was now a single father of two; a son, Timothy, who was twenty years old and attended college far away and Amy, an eighteen year old girl who had just finished her freshman year of college at a nearby school. Although it was a nearby school, Amy lived on campus as she wanted some freedom from the home life that she had been living. Amy would bring home friends every once in a while to hang out at home for a weekend and to meet her father. This was great for her father who needed as much company as he could get to keep his mind off of Amy's mother.

Amy had plans to hang out with Katie tonight, a friend that her father had met once or twice before. Eric knew that Katie was a beautiful girl with an amazing body. Long blonde hair flowed just to the top of Katie's round ass. Her breasts were full and firm; a 36c cup. Although he would never admit to it, Eric had fantasized about Katie a few times and had even masturbated to the thought of her gorgeous body a few times.

Eric was only 38; he is an averaged-sized blonde-haired male. At 6' 2" and 190lbs he is a fairly thin man, but has nice muscles and a six pack. Eric and his wife had had their first child when he was only eighteen, the same age as his daughter is now. At the time Timothy was born, Eric's wife was 20 years old. 

Eric's wife was a gorgeous woman; Eric had seen a lot of her features show up in Amy, more so over the last few years as she began to become a woman. Although it was not in his nature to look at his daughter in any way, Eric had seen how beautiful Amy was, especially her body. Amy is about 5' 5" and nice 130 or so pounds. Her long brunette hair flows to her lower back. Like her mother, Amy has full, firm breasts; 36c's to be exact. Though Amy's mother was a little bit taller, the rest of Amy's body, what Eric had seen of it, resembled her mother's exactly. 

Amy was taking a shower, getting ready to go out with Katie for the night. Eric was sitting on the couch watching the game and drinking a beer. Secretly, Eric was hoping that Katie would come in and hang out for a few minutes before the girls went out, so that he could catch a glimpse. Eric got up and walked to the bathroom. He knocked on the door, making sure to do so loud enough for his daughter to hear. She was singing in the shower.

"Yes daddy!" she called from the shower.

"I was just wondering when Katie would be coming over baby. Is she going to come inside when she gets here?" he asked hoping that his daughter would say yes.

"I'm not sure daddy, I think she might. I told her not to bother even knocking, just to come in so she may" 

Eric didn't respond with words, merely a smile. The shower stopped; Amy was done. He could hear her step out of the shower and grab the towel that was hung up on the door. She wrapped the towel around her gorgeous body. The towel did justice for her firm tits as they were prominent in the towel; it ran all the way to just cover the bottom of her round ass. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, she knew how beautiful she was.

She opened the door and turned off the light. As she walked out she saw her father and she jumped back and screamed.

"HOLY SHIT DADDY! I didn't realize you were still standing there!" As she screamed in terror, her towel came unraveled, the towel fell to her lower back, and her full breasts were exposed for less than a second before she covered herself back up. Although she was a little embarrassed, she did not let it show. Eric saw this and his eyes widened with secret excitement. Inside he didn't know why it got him so excited, maybe it was because of the way she resembled her mother. He had secretly thought once or twice about seeing his daughter naked to see whether or not the rest of her body matched up with his wife's.

"I'm sorry baby. I just wanted to talk with you and I wanted to make sure we were able to do it before you left for the night."

"Well I'm still naked daddy; I need to go get dressed. Katie is going to be here any minute."

The very mention of his daughter being naked under that towel created a stir in Eric's sweatpants. He envisioned pulling the towel from his daughters still dripping wet body. Pushing her against the wall and having his way with her. His cock began to thicken, growing slowly in his pants. He wondered if his daughter had ever been with a guy before or if she was still a virgin, as her mother was the first time he fucked her.

"I just want you to know that you have nothing to be ashamed about sweetheart. You are a gorgeous young lady, and I must say you have as beautiful a body as your mother had. Just don't let the boys take advantage of you. And whatever you ladies do tonight, be careful."

"I know daddy. Trust me, I'll be careful. And I know I have nothing to be ashamed of. I really do need to go get dried off and dressed. I'm still really wet under here." Amy didn't realize that what she had just said was taken a different way by her father. This now made his cock grow even more, which she also didn't notice. Not just yet anyway.

"Okay baby. Give daddy a hug?" He asked thinking in his head that her tits would be pressed up against his chest in a matter of seconds.

She agreed. She moved in to hug her father. As he wrapped his arms around her, his growing cock pressed lightly against her belly button; her tits were pressed against his six pack. He loved every minute of this, but was afraid to admit it to himself. He wondered if she felt his huge cock growing.

As his daughter backed away from him, her towel completely unraveled and fell to the ground. Eric's eyes flashed open. His cock stood at attention now. He looked down at his daughter's pussy, wet from the shower she had just finished. Her pussy was clean shaven, just as her mother's always was. 

Amy stood in front of her father, not knowing what to do. Her face was red as her wet body was exposed to her father. She was looking him in the eyes but could see his huge cock standing at attention. Amy turned her back to her father, in a move that he did not expect. She bent over and picked up the towel. As she was bent over, he could see her pussy lips hanging down, she must have been touching herself in the shower. He didn't say a word. His daughter picked up the towel and ran to her room with it covering her back; her beautiful ass was still exposed.

As Eric stood there, his cock rock hard now, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to go to his room and beat his cock like he never had before, but he also felt that it was necessary to comfort his daughter, she must have been traumatized. 

Eric waited until his swelled cock settled in his pants. When it finally did, he went to his daughter's room. He knocked on the door. "Honey, it's daddy. Can I come in for a second?"

"What do you want? I'm getting ready to go out. Is Katie here yet?" she called from her room. He heard no discomfort in her voice.

"I want to make sure you are okay baby, you know, with what just happened in the hallway." 

"It's no big deal daddy. You can come in." Amy sat at her mirror in her towel, her body still wet. Eric opened his daughter's bedroom door to see her sitting there. He realized at that point that she was not embarrassed at all; he was relieved. 

"I want to make sure everything is okay between us baby. After what just happened, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Daddy. It's okay. That has happened to me before. It actually happened last week at the pool; my top fell off and a bunch of boys saw my breasts. I was actually more flattered than embarrassed. All the boys were staring at me, and I could tell they liked it. I'm comfortable daddy. It doesn't bother me." 

Eric now realized that his little girl wasn't embarrassed. He smiled. Now the thoughts started running rampant again. His cock started to swell. She put down her makeup, he assumed she was done with her makeup and was going to change. He assumed she would ask him to leave, but she didn't.

Amy stood and walked to her dresser. She took out a black lace thong and a matching bra. She then went to her closet and got out a short jean skirt and a button-down white blouse. She threw them on the bed and unraveled her towel, facing away from her father.

He couldn't believe his eyes. Her round ass stuck out as the water dripped down her back. His cock was rock hard and pulsing. She looked back, "I guess I don't have to be so embarrassed around you anymore, do I daddy?" She said smiling at him.

Eric didn't say a word, just took in the site. He tried to hide his rock hard cock, but in sweatpants it was tough. Amy bent down to put her thong on; as she did she looked back and caught her father starring. "Daddy, didn't you get a good enough look earlier?"

She stood up and walked toward him. "Can I have another hug daddy?" He said nothing, just nodded. Amy walked to him and put her arms around him; her perky tits poking his chest. She got up on her tip-toes and whispered in her father's ear, "I felt it when we hugged earlier." She put her hand on his chest, and then ran it down to the bottom of his shirt. Soon her hand was on his stomach. Amy's pussy wasn't just wet from the shower anymore. Her hand ran along his six-pack. She pulled at the elastic on the waistband and put her hand in his pants. She moved his briefs aside and her hand was now on her father's erect cock.

She thought to herself that her father had the thickest cock she had ever felt, and she was right. Eric's cock was nine inches in length and one of the fattest cocks you would see. She began running her nails lightly along her father's huge, throbbing cock. In her mind, she couldn't believe she was doing this, neither did Eric.

She took her hand off of her father's cock. She wanted to see the stomach she had just touched; she couldn't believe her father could have a body like that. She took off her father's shirt, looking him in the eyes the entire way. Once it was off, her jaw dropped. Now she was the one gawking at her father's body. She bit her lip. 

"Your mother felt the same way babydoll. And I guess since I get to see you, it's only fair that you get to see daddy, right?"

Amy nodded. Her eyes fixed on daddy's huge cock. Eric pulled down his sweatpants and took them off. His briefs couldn't contain his massive cock, as the head poked out from the top. That didn't matter though, because the briefs were now on the floor too. Amy's hands immediately went back to her father's cock. She got on her knees and with no hesitation his cock was in the back of her throat.

Eric closed his eyes, taking in how good it felt. "like mother, like daughter." Amy took her father's cock out of her mouth. She smiled and said "uh huh." Eric couldn't believe what he was hearing, had she really gotten it from her mother? Was there something he didn't know about? This got him even hotter. 

"I wonder if you fuck like your mother does." "Mommy taught me everything I know daddy." He couldn't believe his ears. What had he been missing out on? "It's a story I'll have to tell you some other time. How about I show you some things she taught me?"

Eric complied. She told him to lie down. After he was on his back she stood above him on the bed. His cock was now right underneath her pussy. She slowly sat down on his stomach, her ass cheeks rubbing off of his huge cock. The head of his cock was purple now from the blood that had gone to it. She leaned forward. She licked his ear. "Mom said this was your favorite." She blew on the spot she had licked. She was now ready to let her father fuck her for the first time.

Amy stood a little and guided her wet cunt to her father's waiting cock. The head was now in. She looked him in the eye and jumped straight down on his cock. As she did, she screamed in pain. She forgot to go slow. Amy had only had sex one other time, and the boy's cock was only seven inches. Her father's cock was a whole two inches longer, and that made a HUGE difference.

Amy started to ride her daddy's long, thick cock. She bit her lip as she rode him. Her daddy loved every second of this. He was imagining his late wife riding him the way she always used to. His daughter felt the same exact way on his cock. Eric's balls were smacking off of her round ass as she rode him. Her titties bouncing in his face. He threw his daughter off of him and took control.

He lifted his daughter's legs in the air. "Oh daddy, punish me for being a bad girl!" Her legs were above her head now. He was standing above her. He slid his nine inch cock into her waiting pussy and began fucking his daughter. She was screaming now. "FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK MY TIGHT PUSSY! FUCK ME LIKE YOU FUCKED MOMMY!" And that he did. He fucked her just like he had fucked his wife so many times. 

Daddy took his cock out of Amy's pussy. He started to beat it. He was ready to explode all over his daughter. He moved up to her tits and started fucking them. She grabbed them and pressed them together, squeezing his cock. 

"Cum in my mouth daddy! Cum in my fucking mouth!" No more than a second later Eric started cumming. Cum going all over his daughters face and in her mouth. He hadn't cummed that much since the last time he fucked his wife. Amy swallowed ever bit of it. 

Eric fell down to the bed and lay next to his daughter. "Mommy was a lucky woman," she said to him smiling. 

All of a sudden they hear the front door close. It's Katie; she let herself in, just like Amy told her she could do.

"Amy! Are you here!? Where are you?!" Katie screams. The two try to remain quiet. They can hear the footsteps coming toward the door. Eric instantly gets hard again. The thought of fucking both Katie and his daughter running through his mind. 

Katie opens the door...

TO BE CONTINUED!



Like Mother, Like Daughter



I met Noreen at a party. A business party in a hotel. I don't remember now, I think she worked for one of the customers of the company throwing the party. What I do remember is, she was the prettiest girl I'd ever managed to engage in a continuing conversation. Not pretty, beautiful. With a killer body. Also smart, funny. And she went home with me. She was a strawberry blond, sort of a light red head. With, as I learned, very little pubic hair around the prettiest, tastiest, pink pussy ever.

As I also learned, she was the horniest girl I'd ever been with. That night, for the first time in my life, I had a third orgasm. Two had happened often. Well, often for me. I was a 25 year old bachelor and she must have been around the same age, maybe a year or two younger. I hadn't been with that many girls but enough to know Noreen was something special. I also learned that the erection after the second orgasm really lasts. We fucked almost all night. Well, not quite all night because we slept at some point. I know because I woke up to her sucking on my hard-again cock. So I maneuvered around and got her sitting on my face so I could eat her again, too. 

Which led to a day of sex. A lot of sex. I did my best to keep up but she was clearly ready for more than I could supply. I must have done pretty good though because she basically never left. We lived together for almost fourteen years. Terrific years. Lots and lots of sex. But also lots and lots of fun and enjoying each other. She wouldn't marry me. I didn't know for sure but suspected she might already be married. Or maybe she just had a bad married experience. She never said. But she did make it plain that she was with me because I came the closest to satisfying her sexual needs of anyone she'd experienced. However many that might have been, I never knew. And truthfully, when you have the most beautiful, sexiest girl ever, why look into anything that might screw things up?

She never told me what was wrong. I could see she started to lose energy. Then she really got sick, went to bed and two weeks later was dead. Uterine cancer. I grieved. I grieved like a husband would. Losing her was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. I never got over it, still haven't. But gradually I started to live with it, handle it. It took about a year. I had started spending more time at the gym and I then started to recognize that some of the women around were attractive, sexy. Sex entered my mind again. But before I acted on it, something much more important happened.

One Saturday morning I answered the door and Noreen was standing there. Not actually Noreen of course. Younger and slightly different. But beautiful and with a killer body like, as it turns out, her mother. Same pink and white coloring. Deirdre was seventeen. Her Mom and Dad broke up not long after she was born. Her Dad raised her. Knowing Noreen, I assume he caught her cheating on him. And, knowing Noreen to be a caring person, I assume she felt it was better for her baby to be raised by her father than by her. Noreen had a lot more sex in her life than she ever admitted to me, I suspect. What that might have been, I'd just as soon not know.

Anyway, here's Deirdre. A truly gorgeous girl. Her Dad was going to prison. Apparently he had a high flying business of some sort and siphoned off millions and millions of other people's money and finally got caught. I didn't know it then but he actually set up a safe and secure account for Deirdre that was worth several million. Right then, I don't think she knew so either. Since he was going away for some years and had no family -- no parents, siblings -- he apparently decided Deirdre should go to her mother. He must have run some checks some time in the past and determined where and how Noreen was living. Because here's Deirdre.

I had to tell her that her mother was dead. I knew nothing about Noreen, whether she had a family anywhere or not. So I let Deirdre know that I had a spare bedroom and she could stay there as long as she needed until this all got sorted out. I also asked some questions and realized that I needed to get her enrolled in school. She had been going to an exclusive, conservative private school. It left her a little behind socially compared to kids I'd seen around where I lived. I mean, as gorgeous as she is, she's led an extremely sheltered life. Very polite, a very nice person, but naive and trusting. Too trusting. With any street smarts, she wouldn't have agreed to live with a 41 year old horny bachelor.

To get her in to the local public school, I learned I needed a birth certificate, transcripts of her courses and grades from her previous school. I had a friend at Juvenile Court so I talked to him to find out how I should do this. It turns out that the sensible thing was to become her legal guardian. That was an experience but I passed. Through the courts, I became her legal guardian and got her enrolled as a senior at the local high school.

Things went well, it was actually good to have someone else around. She's a very nice girl. She helped in the kitchen at every meal until eventually I was actually helping her. We watched some TV together. I helped her with her homework and her computer when I could. She asked about her mother and I always gave positive information. I had loved Noreen. But then I started having a problem. This is a beautiful extremely well built girl. The kind you might conjure up in a wet dream. 

Occasionally, perhaps once a week or so, I'd be in the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe it's actually the right place at the right time. She'd leave the bathroom completely naked and walk about a dozen steps to her room. If she saw me, she'd smile or say "It's all yours, I'm done." She was comfortable being naked in front of me but I wasn't comfortable. She has gorgeous breasts. Not double D's or anything like that, perhaps C's, I don't know. But full and firm and standing up and all up front. She has almost no waist, I can't imagine how all of her guts fit in there. Lovely butt, firm, sitting up high. She's not tall, perhaps 5'6" or so, but seems to be half legs. Long, slim legs whose thighs taper back closer to the bone at the top. Just like her mother. I always figured her thighs were designed so my face would fit in there. Same little blond patch of pubic hair. Perfect body all clean and pink and desirable. It drove me nuts.

Watching TV, she'd wear a short nighty of some sort, sit on the couch and pull her legs up, knees high, put her arms around them and sort of hug herself, which left her bare bottom out there. I'd look at her lovely pink pussy and could hardly hold back from moving over to her and giving it a good licking. Her mother used to love that, as I did, and I bet Deirdre would, too.

Over and over, many times, bits and pieces of her body would show and it always made me horny and feeling guilty. I'm her guardian, I shouldn't let myself feel that way.

Then more problems began.

"Dave," she said to me one evening over dinner, "The girl's I've met at school all have boy friends and from what they say, they're all having sex with the boys. I'm not. What should I do? I mean, I like the girls. They're nice, treat me fine. I'm doing o.k. at school. Some of the boys are weird, they stare at my chest instead of my face when we talk."

O.k., I thought, here goes. "Deirdre," I said, trying to be careful how I worded things, "You're a truly gorgeous girl. You're very pretty. You have a perfect female body. Any male that is alive and breathing is attracted to you. People are human. Men and women are human. They have a lot of similarities. But they have some differences, as I hope you already know.

"God, or nature -- that makes me wonder, do you have a religion? Should you be going to church somewhere? (she shakes her head no) - - made the differences. The whole idea is to guarantee the existence of the species. To make sure babies are born. So men tend to like women and women tend to like men and once they're old enough, that means they desire to procreate. You must know about this, the birds and the bees stuff? (again, she shakes her head). 

"Are you sure? Someone must have taught you something. I mean, you have periods, I know, so you must have some idea of why (I think she's lying but she shakes her head no. Why should she lie?).

"O.k., well, down between your legs, you have your sex organs. It's an oversimplification but you have an opening. Men have sex organs that are sort of like cylinders or pegs and they fit in the openings of women's sex organs. And for whatever reasons, nature makes it very enjoyable to both parties when this happens. So men go around being aggressors and trying to fit into as many women as possible, and women, who have to raise the babies, tend to be very careful who they agree to have sex with. Your monthly periods are the resdult of ovulation, your creating eggs that could become babies.

"Does any of this make sense?"

She grinned at me, "Yeah, that's not bad at all. Actually I knew that. That is, I knew the basics. It's the complications that I don't know how to handle. How the man and woman decide who it is they like and exactly what do they do. I mean, I've never done that, never had a man inside me. If a man wanted to do that with me, how do I react? Do I just let him, just spread my legs so he can get his penis in me? I don't think so. There's more involved., There's got to be. How about you? Have you done this?"

"Oh." (pause) " Well, yes I have. Definitely, Yes."

"With more than one girl?"

"Well, yeah. A long time ago, when I was trying to figure out what I wanted and I guess the girls were doing the same, I did it with a few different girls. Then I met your Mom and after that it was just her and me, no others. I think you're much better off finding the right person right away and not experimenting with several. But obviously, that doesn't always happen. But once we got together we knew it had happened."

"So it's o.k. for me to try it with several boys and see how it goes?"

"Oh. Well, no, I don't think so. For one, we need to get you on birth control pills right away. If you're starting to think of this, we need to make sure you're safe. We don't want you to get pregnant from guys that you're not serious about."

"Like my Mom was with my Dad?"

"I don't know the answer. Maybe your Dad does. But I'm fairly sure that your Mom and Dad got married before she had you. I think that's what Noreen would have done."

"Well, why didn't they stay married?"

"I don't know that answer either. Maybe your Dad would. Sometimes people mean well but things just don't go the way they hoped. I don't even know why your Dad raised you instead of your Mom but I know that if Noreen accepted that she must have had a good reason. She was a terrific person. But there's also disease. Having multiple partners, actually only one if it's the wrong one, means you might catch a very bad disease, some of which can't really be cured. Having sex with someone is also having sex with everyone that person has had sex with in the past, that is, from a disease standpoint."

That got us through a few more days. But the questions got tougher and I was the one that had to handle them, for better or worse.

"A boy at school asked me to go to the movies with him. Is that o.k?" she asks me a few days later.

"Well, yeah. Do you know him? Like him? Do you want to go out with him?"

"Yeah, he seems like he's o.k. and he's very good looking. Having him ask me instead of someone else makes me feel good about it."

"Do you know if he's dated others?"

"Yeah. He has. He's dated a lot. A lot of girls want him to date them."

"Have him pick you up here so I can meet him. And remember, you don't let him do anything you don't want him to do. Taking you to a movie doesn't mean you owe him anything ."

"You mean like having sex with him."

"Yes, I guess I do. People should treat other people nice. Guys have no right to expect a girl to do something for him that he won't do for her or that she owes him something just because he spent a few dollars on her. It's your body, you're in charge of it. Things should go the way you want, not the way some one else wants. But it will probably never come up. He's probably a nice guy who just wants to get to know you better."

I did meet the boy. He seemed to me to be normal and I could see why Deirdre would want to date him, he was actually good looking. He was polite, not an obnoxious kid that seemed likely to expect anything out of the ordinary. So they went on the date. She came home in tears, earlier than she expected.

It took a little to get it out of her but apparently after the movie he found a quiet place and parked his car and turned to her to start making out. None of that surprised me. But he commented that she didn't know how to kiss. She said it was her first date with a boy. He said something to the effect that must mean she isn't going to suck his cock or fuck him and took her home and dumped her off. As she calmed slightly and I held her trying to soothe her, she asked me to teach her how to kiss. There must be some technique to it that she doesn't know.

"I'm not sure I should do that. I'm your guardian, a lot older than you. Some girl friend must be able to teach you."

She was sure that would be way too embarrassing, that the boy would probably spread it all over school that she had no experience and she needed to get some right away. I was her only hope. Besides, she claimed that I had lots of sex experience and must know all about it. So I'm qualified to teach her.

So I figured I might as well. We're standing in the living room, my arms around her. She's a good six inches shorter than me, which her mother was, also. I kiss her forehead.

"That's a friendly kiss, a paternal kiss. My lips are fairly firm and I just peck at you on your cheek or forehead. A kiss with a boyfriend is more passionate. Your lips aren't totally soft and relaxed, you've still got to have some firmness behind them, but much softer than the paternal or friendly kiss. And the romance kiss is on the lips. At least it starts on the lips but can move off and around eventually, showing a higher level of passion. Here, let me kiss you and you feel how my lips feel and you try to adjust your lips to that same firmness."

I lean down and kiss her on the lips. Her lips are shut with no feeling, not all that cold but not interested. 

"A romantic kiss usually means you're interested. I realize you're not interested in me but try and pretend. You're not entering into the kiss at all, just letting me kiss you." 

I lean down and kiss her again. A lot better. She seems to actually kiss back a little. I still have my arm around her.

"How was that?" I asked.

"Interesting," she says. "I feel better about it. But lets try again."

So I do. This is a beautiful, sexy girl. I have no problem kissing her. This time she kisses back and her hand comes around me and we're pressing against one another in a pretty good kiss. Her lips are actually moving a little, reacting to mine.

I break the kiss, still holding her and her holding me. "How was that?"

"I liked that. I felt something with that."

"So did I, you gave me a very good kiss."

"Let's do it again," she says.

I lean my head down again and kiss her. I can't help myself, my hand runs up and down her back. She's really kissing back. Her hand moves on my back, slides up behind my head and holds me to her as she kisses me, long and hard. I'm embarrassed, I can feel an erection building. I pull back and break the kiss.

"Wow," she says, "I felt that. I mean down inside me somewhere, something's stirring. I guess you felt it, too, because I could feel that you've got something stirring, too."

I let go of her and backed off. "I'm sorry, it's just a natural reaction. I think that's enough, you've learned plenty."

"I think a couple more lessons would help," she says, giving me a dirty grin.

"I don't think so. I'm sorry you had a bad experience but I think it's time for us to move on now. I'm sure you'll be able to handle it. I don't think society has changed that much since I was your age, I doubt if anyone really feels a girl should 'put out' on a first date. Just tell your girl friends that he tried too much and you rejected him rather than telling them he rejected you."

And that ended that for the moment. I think it was two evenings later, after dinner, when she says to me, "Dave, you've told me about my Mom before. But how did you meet her?"

"I met her at a party. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever been actually talking to and liked her right off. She came home with me."

"The night you met her she came home with you? Went to bed with you?"

"Well, yes. But it's not as bad as you're making it. We really hit it off, I don't think she usually did that. I know I sure didn't usually do that."

"So you had sex right away?"

"Uh, yes, I guess that's true."

"Wow, my Mom was like that. But then what?"

"Well, she pretty much just stayed. We were together for almost fourteen years."

'She must have liked what you did with her to stay, didn't she?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so. This is all sort of awkward. Your Mom was very sexually oriented, very interested in having a lot of sex."

"So she must have had some experience and thought you were pretty good."

"I don't know. Obviously she had some experience, I mean you exist, don't you? I don't know how much and never tried to find out. I was much too happy to have her around to try and do anything that might jeopardize our arrangement. I think she was happy with my stamina, my lasting power, I'm not sure about anything else."

"So she wanted a lot of sex and you were able to supply it. She must have also liked the quality as well as the quantity, don't you think?"

"I think this is very awkward and we should drop the subject. I loved your Mom and thought highly of her. It wasn't just sex. I don't want you to think anything bad about her."

"But at first it must have been just sex, for both of you. I mean you didn't know each other at all other than that."

"Let's just drop it. You must have some homework to finish and I need to do a report that's due tomorrow."

That did end it for the evening but not for long. A few days later she again brought sex up right after dinner. "I borrowed a porn DVD from a girl at school; and brought it home and watched it. Actually watched it a lot. I think about sex a lot, almost all the time. I'm going to have to actually experience it pretty soon or I'll wear my fingers and clit out all on my own. I think it would be best if my first time was really, really good. Something special. You're obviously very good at it so I think it ought to be with you."

"Deirdre, we can't. I'm too old. I'm your legal guardian. You're too young, it would be breaking the law. We can't."

"I know you want to. I've seen the way you look at me. I felt your erection when we kissed. And I know you'd be the best possible. I like you and you like me. You're really good looking with a great body. Besides, my Mom had lots of experience and picked you as the best. And I really, really want to. Need to. If you don't I'll find someone and I bet I'd be much better off with you than anyone else I'll dig up. But I guess it's true that I'm under age. Hey, I'll be eighteen in two weeks and then it would be legal. Consensual sex is legal then, right?"

"Technically yes. But I'm your legal guardian, supposed to look out for your welfare."

"Well, the way I feel, having great sex would be the best possible thing for my welfare, you'd just be performing your job." And she looked at me with a big grin.

This is all wrong. I know that it's wrong but I'm not sure that I can even convince myself of that. Because she's right. I've been looking at her great body and thinking evil thoughts for quite a while. "Well, you're not eighteen yet," was the only thing I could think to say. She looked at me and licked her lips, grinned, turned and went to her room.




Like Mother, Like Daughter



Now that she said what she did, I knew what she was doing as I would hear moans and groans coming out of her room. After that she never did anything physical but she kept letting me know how far off her birthday was. Over and over. At times almost pleading. She really wanted to experience sex with a male. It was after one of those almost tearful encounters that I finally gave in. I had always wanted to but didn't want todo something horribly wrong.

"So, yes, on your birthday, I'll give you an A number one fucking and again as often as you want for as long as you want. Is that what you want?"

"It'll be the perfect birthday present," she replied, staring at me almost like she's in a trance. Then, grinning, she adds, "The only thing better would be to start right now."

'Deirdre, you don't know how much I want to, too. I've wanted to almost since you got here. You're extremely desirable. But I've got to try and act like an adult and at least wait until you're legal."

She climbed on me, her knees to each side of me, sat down and leaned her head down to kiss me. A very sexy, long, hard kiss. Her bare pussy was sitting on my trousers, probably leaving a stain. "O.k.," she said, "I'll wait, too. But at midnight, the minute my birthday starts, you better have it in me, making me a full woman." With that, she climbed off and went back to her room. I was right, she did leave a stain, she was really wet.

Each morning and each evening after that, I got big, wet, long kisses. Her birthday was on a Saturday. The Friday before, she came home, we had dinner, and she said she was going to take a nap because at midnight, we were going to have sex and she wanted to be rested and ready and maybe I should be, too. So I took a shower, went back to my bedroom and climbed into my bed naked. I wasn't sure I could do it but I fell asleep.

I was awakened by feeling Deirdre climb into bed with me. I could smell her, she must have just taken a shower. Immediately we were kissing and she was laying atop me, trying to wrap our bodies together. I rolled us so I ended up about three quarters on top of her and started kissing her face, then down to her neck. She had one arm around my back and the other was down between us, her hand grasping my very erect cock. She was kissing back and softly moaning. As I kissed down onto her chest, my body moved lower and she had to let go of me. She stretched a little and tried to contort her body to keep hold but I wanted at her perfect breasts.

I loved her breasts and between kisses and licks told her how perfect they were. I had one nipple in my mouth, working it, sucking and licking, while my other hand was massaging her other breast. Her moans turned to little shrieks as I moved my mouth to her other breast and got my hand down onto her pussy. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck," she was saying, then "I'm cumming, I'm cumming." I still had her nipple in my mouth and could feel she really was cumming, my finger in her vagina. 

So I slid down more and kissed across her abdomen, telling her how sexy and desirable she was, and finally got between her widely spread legs. I just about attacked her pussy. She left the light on in the hall so I could actually see what I was doing. She must have trimmed her pubic hair some because none got in the way at all as I licked and sucked on her. Like her mother, her pussy is pink and soft and delicious. It's swollen some from my action and her clit is almost like a little thumb sticking upright, loving the attention of my tongue. She's yelling and then cums again. Or maybe she never stopped but all of a sudden I was getting a taste of her and a face full. I moved my face down slightly and tried to suck her whole pussy into my mouth.

I could have stayed longer, eating her, but the need to get in her was so strong, I slid up over her and got my cock aimed into her pussy lips. She actually had her hand down there, helping aim me, she's obviously more than ready. Then I start pushing in. I can feel the head of my cock moving into her lips, actually feel them all around my cock as it moves into her. Then I'm inside and pushing in further and further. She's tight. I'm telling her how sexy she is and she's moaning and breathing hard. I can't just slide in, I have to pull back and push forward, pull back and push forward, gaining a little more each time.

There's no hymen, no wall to break through. Somehow she's rid herself of it. So I just keep getting more and more into her. Her insides are grasping my cock, holding it tight. Terrific feeling. "Are you o.k?" I asked, she's gone quiet all of a sudden.

"You fill me so much," she answered, "Just fuck me, fuck me." And I do, pushing until our pubic hair and bodies are fully against one another and I'm all the way in. I then pull back some and push in again, then pull back even further and then in again. She starts giving a grunt with each of my pushes in. I get a little faster, a little longer stroke each time, and her grunts start getting louder. "Ohmigod," she almost yells out, "I've never felt like this in my life, fuck me, fuck me." Then she almost screams and I can feel her insides pulsing, grabbing me, milking me. She cumming again. Stronger than ever, I think.

I push in and hold it as far into her as I can get. Then I start to pull out. "Don't stop," she called out. 

"Roll over," I told her and she did. I grab her hips and pull up, "Get on your knees," She does. She's watched enough porn that I guess she's realized what I'm going to do. I get aimed into her again and give one long push and bury my cock in her vagina again. I lean over her a little to get a hand on each of her breasts. I pull out some and push back in, over and over, my fingers tweaking her nipples. She's grunting again I let go of her breasts and move one hand down to find her clit, right above where my cock is pistoning into her. It lets me straighten up some and get a better angle to fuck her harder. Then I let go and straighten more, my hands on her hips, and start fucking as hard and fast as I can, pounding into her. I can feel and see her move one arm to start playing with her clit as I fuck her. Then she's into another orgasm and as her insides pulse on my cock, my sperm comes boiling up and I shoot off inside her. 

She collapses onto the bed and I pull back enough that my cock slips out. I get to her side and she rolls to face me, putting one leg up over me so she's leaking our combined fluids onto my thigh. And we kiss. And kiss. And hold one another.

"It was worth the wait," she finally said, between kisses. Then after a few moments and kisses, "We're not done are we?"

"Do you want more? Do you feel all right? You're not sore or anything?"

"If I'm sore, it's the best sore of my life. Yes I want more. I think I'll always want more. I'm so happy and so satisfied and yet I'm turned on more than ever. "She reached down and felt me. "But you're not ready, are you?"

"I will be, don't worry. We're both messy, maybe we should wash each other, clean up a little." We got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. We've been fucking in very dim light but now we're in full light.

"Gee, it is messy, I can feel it running down my leg," Deirdre said as we head into the bathroom. I got a wash cloth, wet it and knelt down to clean her leg and then on up to her pussy. She lifts one leg and puts her hand on my head to balance herself. I wipe everything and then lean in a little and kiss her pussy. 

"You have a gorgeous pussy, looks as good as it tastes," I told her and I licked up and down the slit. It really is gorgeous, all pink and puffy. I got my tongue to her clit and start working on it, using my fingers to help arouse her. Her fingers grasp the hair on my head.

"If you keep that up, I'll cum again, need another clean up."

"That's the whole idea," I said, getting my tongue off her clit for a moment, then back, working on her until she screams a little and grabs my head and holds me tight to her as I taste her juices.

"Your turn," she said after taking a moment to calm down. She rinsed the cloth and then knelt down and started washing me, massaging my cock as she does and running the cloth down under my balls and feeling them. As she pulls a little on my cock I can feel it start to react. "It's growing!" she said.

"It can't resist a beautiful, sexy woman," I tell her.

She tossed the cloth into the sink and grabbed my cock with her hand. Then she leant forward a little and kissed it. "I've seen this on the 'net," she said and opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in her mouth. She's licking and sucking. She used her other hand to play with my balls a little and slowly took more of my cock into her mouth. "Is this right? Is this the way to do it?"

"Deirdre, there isn't a wrong way for you to suck me, you're as right and sexy as possible."

"I like it," she said as she pulled back for a moment and then swallowed me again. 

"Deirdre, do whatever you like. Every time I look at you I want to lick and suck your beautiful, delicious pussy and make you cum. I want to fuck you, too, but I sure want to eat you. I know that some women love cocks, want to suck them, make them hard, arouse the man, make him cum, swallow his semen, it's all sexy. But there are women who don't like sucking cocks and don't want icky cum in their mouths but do it half heartedly anyway because they think the man wants it. There are guys who won't get their mouths anywhere close to a pussy. " 

She sucked me for a few moments and then sat back some. "I like this. I can imagine how you might like licking and sucking me because I like tasting you. I want to do more of this but I think, right now, I'd rather fuck some more. O.k?"

I help her stand up and hold her against me as we kiss, my very hard cock pressing against her. I reach down and grab one leg and lift it. She cooperates and I have it up, holding the thigh and opening her pussy so that I can get my cock to it. She moans a little and reaches down and grabs me to help aim me into her. She's enough shorter that I bend my knees and can then shove my cock up into her by straightening up again. I lean her against the wall, she lifts her other leg and has both wrapped around my waist as I start pushing up into her, lifting her slightly on each thrust. As I pull back, her body weight drops slightly until I push her back up again with another thrust. Our bodies are tight against one another, her against the wall, me fucking her as hard as I can. It's almost as if her whole body is supported by my cock in her vagina. It doesn't take long and she's cumming again, her insides pulsing around my cock, fully up in her.

"Ohmigod, that was really good," she says, grinning at me as she slides down me and I step back some. "That was the hottest yet. What's next?"

We go back to the bedroom. I lay down on my back, on the side away from the wet area left from our action before. "Why not sit on me and ride me as a start, just so you can experience it," I tell her.

She's a little awkward this first time but gets across me and finally starts dropping her body down and taking me up into her. She's looking at me grinning. "Yeah," she says, this is great." Well it's great for me, too, watching that perfect body riding up and down above me, her breasts bouncing as she gets more and more into the action.

Almost all day Saturday and Sunday we had sex. Obviously not all the time, we stopped to eat and to let me recoup a little but I think I probably had more of a marathon with Deirdre than I ever did with her mother. Youth, I guess. I purposely never mentioned that she was a lot like her mother. I mean, this was sex with Deirdre not make-up sex because her mother had died. I didn't want her to think she was a surrogate for her Mom but desirable on her own, because she sure was.

So here I am with this beautiful, built girl, a younger, even hornier version of her mother. I wonder how long she's going to keep wearing me out. There's a college nearby, maybe she'll go there and we can keep this up for years. It'll probably kill me but what better way could there be to go? 



Like Mother, Like Daughter



It was New Year's Day. I had slept in. No heavy partying the night before, I had seen enough New Year's Eves to figure they were pretty much the same. So I was rested, with morning wood; ready for the kind of party I really want.

Getting up and getting online, I scanned the escort ads on a big Internet site. It's usually bottom feeding. Most of the postings are trashy to the point of being repellent, and the ones that look good, are probably too good to be true. Finding something interesting was like looking for a needle in a haystack. 

One listing caught me eye. "Mom and daughter combo," it said. I clicked. What I saw riveted my attention. "Connie's baby girl is in town."

I knew mom. I double-checked the phone number; it was a gal I'd seen before in a blue-collar part of town.

Connie is a mature woman; the way escorts over the age of 30 are usually described. But she's slender and fit; she works out regularly. I had learned quickly that her specialty is giving blowjobs.

I knew how she steered guys into it. The first time I went to see her, I rang her phone as I got there. I told her I was outside, in the parking lot; she gave me her apartment number. Then -- in an apologetic tone that sounded a bit too practiced -- said, "I'm out of condoms."

I'd never heard that line before! Hell, I thought, let's cut to the chase. "That's okay," I said, sounding sympathetic. "Maybe you can just give me a blowjob." She laughed. "Maybe I can do that."

And that's what she does, every time. The routine is familiar. I go in, we hug and kiss like old friends. Then to the bedroom; I take off my clothes and lie on the bed. She takes off her clothes, curls up next to me, and sucks my cock. She sucks it till I'm completely finished off, having me blow my load in her mouth, and swallowing every drop. She doesn't let go till the throbbing of my organ slows down and finally stops.

When I saw the ad touting mother and daughter together, I jumped at it. Snowflake, the girl was called, 18 years old. There was a picture of her face; a cute strawberry blonde. And she looked like her mother. I couldn't wait to see if she was just as petite.

I called their number and left a message. Snowflake called me back. We made a date for noon, just enough for me to shower and drive down there.

Snowflake opened the door with a smile, a pleasant-looking young girl. Her mother was there, bundled up on the floor, watching television. I went to say hello; she got up and greeted me warmly, a hug and a kiss. I whispered to her that I hoped she had taught her daughter well. She assured me she'd taught her everything she knew. Then I looked around. "Where's Snowflake?" I asked. "She's gone back into the bedroom," her mother told me. I smiled, excused myself, and went back to join her.

Snowflake was dressed nicely, in jeans and a casual top that showed the straps of her lime green brassiere. I made some small talk, and then took off my clothes. I hardly needed to prove I was legit; I'd been in that bedroom many times with her mother, who was back to watching TV in the living room. 

But I felt bad for the poor girl! She looked exhausted, yawning over and over. She said she had been up till 9 a.m. -- all of New Year's Eve -- and had had only had a couple of hours sleep. I figured, without saying anything, that she'd been up all night servicing guys.

I lay down. She sat on the edge of the bed, gently manipulating my cock; she made no move to undress. Finally, I said, "You know, your mother's specialty is giving blowjobs." At that, she brightened; "That's what I do, too." She went on to say, "The guys I've seen say I give better blowjobs than my mom. They want to come back and see me instead of her."

Well, I was glad that was settled! I smiled and said, "Cool. Let's go for it." She began sucking my cock. Her technique was exquisite; she stroked it gently with her dainty fingers, working the head with her mouth. It was very, very stimulating; I knew I couldn't hold off for long. I told her "Sweetheart, if you keep doing that, I'm going to cum in your mouth." She paused, nodded, and said, "That's what I want." 

Ah, well, so be it. It was clear, the gentlemanly thing to do was to finish off what I came to do and let her get some rest. I sat on the side of the bed and had her kneel in front of me so I could watch her face, see her youthful body. The working of her hand and mouth together was superb. Showing her experience, she ratcheted up the intensity to bring my excitement to its natural consummation. And if truth be told, it was especially exciting to feel my cock in that cute young girl's mouth, as she worked expertly to make me release, thirsting for my life essence.

She was in control; within moments, she had pulled me past the point of no return. I came hard and long; my sperm flooded her mouth before I was done. She stayed on my cock till the dry spasms had stopped. Then she pulled her mouth off slowly, carefully, so as not to leak a drop of my seed. When my cock finally slipped out her mouth, she swallowed my entire load in one gulp.

I dressed quickly, giving her a press of the hand and a peck on the cheek. On the way out, I saw her mother again. We hugged goodbye, and I told her "Your daughter is wonderful. You should be very proud of her." And she said "I am, sweetie, I am." She added, "Snowflake's going back to college soon. But I want you to come back here and see me." I said, "You can be sure I will," adding "with pleasure."



Like Mother, Like Daughter



"So, let me ask you, John, have you fucked my mother yet?"

"Penny, what are you saying? You can't talk like that to a guest in our house," Penny's mother, Janet gasped.

I was sitting in the living room of a woman I had met on an on-line service that catered to widows and widowers. Janet and I had talked on line for over a month before meeting. This was my third time in her home and the second time I had met her daughter, Penny. Penny had just come home, dropped a book bag on the floor next to her chair and joined in our conversation with her explicit question.

"Oh, come off it, Mother," Penny said with sly grin on her face. "You know damn well you have been wondering when he was going to come on to you. You said so yourself."

"I never. I-I-I would never."

"Please, Mother. Don't pretend to be so proper. We both know better. You said just the other day that you thought John did not find you attractive."

"Did you say that, Janet?" I asked.

"Ye, yes, but I didn't mean it in a sexual way."

"Bullshit, Mother. That's exactly how you meant it. You see, John, my mother is a subservient cumslut and she craves cock."

"Janet! Stop this this instant. What are you saying?"

"Please, Mother. I used to lay outside your bedroom and listen to you and Daddy. I heard as he made you beg for his cock. You begged him to let you suck his cock, to fuck your pussy and I heard you beg for him to fuck you in your ass. It got me so hot listening to you beg for it, I would play with myself until I came right along with you."

"Penny...."

"What, Mother, am I lying?"

"Penny, please don't do this. Please."

"I can prove it, John. Take out your cock and show it to her. That's all it will take. She will be on her hands and knees begging to suck it. Do it, John. Take out your cock. Do it now, John."

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my already hardening cock.

"Stroke it for her, John. Show her how big it gets, how hard it can get."

I began to stroke it slowly, all the while watching Janet squirming in her seat.

"Penny, please don't do this. Don't make me."

"Go to him, Mother. Go to him on your hands and knees. Crawl over to that magnificent cock and beg him to let you suck it.

"Do it, Mother. Now!"

"Oh, God, oh God," Janet cried, but she dropped to her knees and crawled across the room and reached out to take my cock from my hand.

But I slapped her hands away. 

"Do as she said, Janet," I said softly. "Beg me for it. Beg to suck this cock."

"Please," she said.

"Please what, Janet?"

"Please may I suck your cock? Please."

She took my cock in her hands and brought it to her succulent mouth. She skipped all the preliminaries of running her tongue over the tip and went right to it. She closed her lips over my cock and began bobbing her head in my lap. 

"That's it, Mommy. Suck that cock down. Deep throat it, Mommy. Get it all the way in. Make him cum, Mommy. Make him cum."

I knew that wasn't going to take long. I was getting there in a hurry and Penny's running conversation was helping me along.

"How is she doing, John? Is my Mommy a good little cock sucker?"

"She's excellent. A great little cock sucker."

"When he comes, make sure you swallow it all, Mother. Don't let a drop escape from your mouth. You know you want it all, every last drop."

"I'm cumming," I said. "I'm there. Ahhh. Shit. Fuck. I'm cumming, bitch, suck it all down."

She milked my cock with her mouth, swallowing every drop. Then she sat back on her heels and bowed her head. I collapsed back in my chair, completely spent.

"Now, Mother, like a good little cum slut get up and run upstairs to your bedroom. Strip completely naked and kneel by the foot of your bed and wait for us. When we come up be ready to be completely fucked. Be ready for your cunt and your asshole to be filled with cock."

Janet rose from her knees and started for the stairs.

"Run, Mother, run. Hurry. Hurry."

She did. She bolted for the stairway and ran up, leaving Penny and me below. My cock was still out and only slightly deflated.

"Now, John, we will lay out the rules," she said as she approached me. She pushed my knees together with her legs and sat on my lap facing me, my cock between us.

She hiked up her skirt to reveal a bare pussy, completely shaven but for a small heart shape of hair above her slit.

"You can have my Mother as your little cum slut, John, but first I want a sample of what she is going to get. I got so hot watching her gobble down your cock. I want some of it first and then she can have what is left. Let me help you get it up again," she said as she began to stroke my cock with her small, dainty hands. "Wouldn't you like to try my tight little 20 year old pussy before you bury your cock in that 40 year old skanky cunt upstairs?"

I said nothing; I just let her place my once again hardened cock at the entrance of her pussy and pushed. Her eyes fluttered and she threw her head back as she pushed her hips down onto my cock.

"Oh, fuck," she said. "So good. Soooo gooood. God I love a hard cock. Fuck me, John. Fuck me, baby."

I pumped her pussy hard and then I decided to tease her a little. I lifted my knees and my cock slid out so just the very tip of it remained inside her pussy. I could feel her tightening her cunt, trying to draw me back in.

"Give it to me, baby," she said. "Give me that hard cock. Fuck me, John. Fuck me."

I dropped my knees and my cock drove hard into her, going all the way in. I could feel her cervix bang against the head of my cock.

"Like that? You like that, do you?"

"God yes, just like that. Fuck me hard, John."

I teased her again, raising my knees. She began rocking her hips back and forth, trying to draw me back inside.

"Please, John. I am almost there. Fuck me. Make me cum."

Instead, I rose up from the chair, letting her fall to the floor. She had a look of complete surprise and frustration as she sat there, her bare ass on the floor and her almost bare pussy pulsing.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Like mother, like daughter," I laughed. "Two little cum sluts ripe for the taking."

"What? What? Wait," she cried out. 

"Here's how it is going to be, little girl," I said. "I'm going upstairs to fuck your mother. She's waited long enough. If you want some of this cock, you will take off all your clothes down here and crawl on your hands and knees up those stairs and into your mother's bedroom. I'll be waiting and watching for you. When you get there, you will wait at the foot of the bed on your hands and knees just like your mother is waiting now. When I have thoroughly fucked your mother, maybe, just maybe, I'll let you lick her cum off my cock and then maybe, just maybe, I'll fuck you, too. Or maybe I'll make you wait a little longer as I fuck your mother in her asshole. If you decide not to come up, go ahead and stay down here or leave. It doesn't really matter to me because I'll have a nasty cunt of my own upstairs and I'll have all day to play. It's your choice."

I left her there and started for the stairs, my dangling cock leading the way.



Like Mother, Like Daughter



Bonnie was sitting in the big recliner in the living room. She was naked and had her knees over the arms; her thighs spread wide, her ass right on the edge of the seat. Her right hand held the phone as her left hand rubbed up and down over her smoothly shaven sex. The middle finger of that hand ran slowly in her slick slippery slit. The fingertip would dip into her sopping wet pussy at the bottom and circle her swollen clit at the top. 

She was totally engrossed in her little game of phone sex. So much so, that she did not hear or see her daughter come in through the back door, which she had forgotten to lock. Connie, her daughter hurried across the kitchen and down the hall to the little half bath under the stairs. It had been an even longer drive than normal home from college it seemed and her eyeteeth were floating.

Bonnie now had two fingers sliding up and down in her slit, dipping into her pussy and rolling her clit around. Phone sex had always gotten her off hard and today was no exception. She was so into what her partner was saying that she even missed the flush of the toilet. The first she knew of her daughter being home was when she skidded to a stop as she came around the corner from the hall. 

"Mother!" Connie yelled as her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open.

Bonnie gave a jerk as her eyes went to her daughter in surprise. She was right on the ragged edge of an orgasm. Instead of jerking her hand away from her sex, she jammed the two fingers as deep in her vagina as she could and held them there as she came long and hard. 

"Oh, God," she groaned as her orgasm just rolled on, daughter watching or not.

By the time Bonnie was down to the thigh shivering stage of her orgasm, she said into the phone, "I'm... I'm going to have to call you back, I've got a small problem here."

She listened for a second and then replied, "No, nothing that I can't handle. At least I think I can, that is if I can get my fingers out of my sex." 

Bonnie listened again and then giggled softly. "No, it's more like your daughter just walked in on me in all my glory, sticky fingers and all."

With a soft groan, Bonnie took the phone away from her ear and pushed the off button. She shivered and looked at her daughter. "Uh, welcome home. You really should knock or ring the bell, or wear a bell for that matter."

Connie had finally got her mouth closed but her eyes were still wide and locked onto the two fingers still moving slightly in and out of her mother's pussy. They were slick and shiny and made a soft squishing noise as they moved. She gave a shiver of her own as she realized it was much the same sound her pussy made under the same circumstances.

"Why are you home in the middle of the week?" Bonnie asked. She felt very exposed as she asked the question and considered moving her legs but her body did not want to move. It was enjoying the afterglow too much.

"Uh... I... uh..." Connie stammered for a moment and then her eyes went to her Mother's face. "Who were you having phone sex with?" She asked and then added, "Why were you having phone sex in the middle of the afternoon and where is Daddy?"

"Your dad took his mother to visit her sister. You know she does not like to fly. Anyway, he stopped for the night early and called me. The rest is history you might say."

"You... you were having phone sex with daddy?"

"Since way before you were born. Otherwise you would probably look a lot like Ed Martin."

With a very confused look, Connie asked, "Who the hell is Ed Martin?"

"He was the milkman that delivered to my mother's house, way back when. He had the cutes butt and.... Well, never mind that."

Still confused, Connie asked, "You were fooling around with the milkman?"

Bonnie laughed. "Nope, just lusting after him like every other young or not so young woman in town. He was a hunk and hung halfway to his knee."

Connie's mouth dropped open again. She had never heard her mother talk like that. She had always considered her pretty much a prude but here she sat with two fingers still in her pussy and talking about some guy hung to his knee.

"But... but... but..." Connie finally got out in a sputter.

Bonnie sighed deeply as she pulled the two fingers out of her sex and moved her feet to the floor. She could feel the slip and slide of her sex as she closed her knees and sat up. She looked at the two shiny fingers and then grinned. "I'm tired of being mommy, I'm going to be me," she whispered and then stuffed the fingers into her mouth and sucked on them.

Connie was back to wide-eyed and open-mouthed mode. She was shocked beyond her wildest dreams. From the look on her mother's face it was not the first time she had sucked the juices off her fingers. She was enjoying the hell out of it. Of course, she could not say anything; she loved to do that also. Off a dick straight from her pussy was even better. She closed her mouth and groaned softly.

Bonnie pulled the fingers out of her mouth with a sucking sound and grinned at her daughter. "You too, huh? I like it even better off your dad's big dick, especially if he's mixed in with it."

Connie groaned even louder and then turned around quickly as a bright red blush covered her face to her hairline.

Bonnie laughed and stood up. She shifted her hips from side to side feeling the wet slipperiness between her upper thighs and her pussy lips. It felt almost as good as that well fucked and creamed feeling. Looking at her daughter she said, "Look, I've been mommy and mother for a little over twenty years now but since you finally caught me at my little game, that's over. What you see and what you saw is who and what I am so get used to it. I love sex and I'm pretty sure you do also."

Connie spun around ready to protest but then she saw the fingers back in her mother's mouth and her hips moving, she froze. With a deep groan, she nodded her head. 

Bonnie pulled the fingers out of her mouth and whispered, "Good, now that we have that out of the way, why are you home in the middle of the week?"

Connie groaned and shook her head. "I'm think about dropping out of college," she whispered. "I found out Jack was cheating on me with two different girls at the same time."

Bonnie crossed the room with long strides and gathered her daughter in her arm. "I'm so sorry to hear that," she whispered as she hugged her daughter tightly.

Once again, Connie was shock beyond imagination. It was not the hug but the naked mommy that was doing it that had her that way. Then she decided not to think about it and hugged her mom back. The only problem was all that bare skin she was touching. She was so glad she had worn her jeans and a baggy t-shirt.

A few minutes later, Bonnie relaxed her grip on her daughter and asked, "Did you guys have problems, or did he just decide he wanted to be a dog?"

Connie sighed and decided to be honest with her mom. "I... I really don't know. He was more into the party scene than I was but things seemed to be going great for us being in different dorms and all."

"Yeah, that living apart thing is what almost broke your father and me up after high school. No place to call our own, where we could fuck each other stupid. About three weeks after graduation, we found a small apartment that we could afford and fixed that."

Connie lifted her head from her mother's shoulder and looked into her eyes. "You and dad lived together before you got married?" she asked in disbelief. Her mother had always seemed to straight-laced to do something like that. But then again, a lot of things were coming to light that was changing that thinking she realized.

"I was eighteen and very much in love. I was not about to let him get away even if my mom and dad threw a fit over it. It seems to have worked out for the best, I'd say."

Connie grinned and shook her head. "My mother living in sin for what, four years?"

Bonnie returned the grin. "We got married before you were born so... that worked out well also."

"That's what Jack and I should have done but we couldn't afford it."

"We were lucky. Your dad worked part time for his uncle James the last two years of high school and then went to work full time when we graduated. I landed a job at the bank a few months later and we were pretty much set. Things were great until your dad went on the road full time."

"What do you mean on the road? I thought he always worked in the trucking company office."

Bonnie laughed and shook her head. "He only went to work in the office after his uncle had a heart attack and nearly died. Before that, he drove a truck cross-country. He was gone more than he was home. That's where the phone sex started. As a way to keep both of us satisfied and happy."

Connie shook her head. "I still can't believe you two have phone sex. I've never had phone sex."

"Maybe you should have," Bonnie said with a wink.

"Yeah, but Jack and I saw each other four or five times a week."

"But did you have sex four or five times a week?"

Connie felt herself blush and she looked down. Seeing her mother's naked breasts pressed to the front of her shirt just deepened the blush. "I... uh... we... uh.... Uh, no," she finally got out.

"Your dad and I have always had sex at least four times a week and a lot of the time, more than that."

Connie felt the heat of another blush and whispered, "Uh, mom, we're, uh, getting into that too much personal information zone."

Bonnie shrugged. "It's just us girls talking so I don't see the problem."

Connie suddenly looked up at her mother's face and then back down hurriedly. Then she closed her eyes as she was once again looking at her mother's naked breasts. "Uh, mom, could you, uh, like put some clothes on. I'm getting a little weirded out here."

Bonnie let go of her daughter and took a short step back. "I guess I could but when there is no one here but me or just me and your dad, I always run around naked. I love the freedom and to tell the truth, it excites me."

Connie groaned as she opened her eyes and looked at her mother. She had never seen her mother naked and was surprised at the fullness of her breasts and the way they did not sag as she had always imagined. Her own breasts were a slightly smaller version of the originals. She almost giggled at that thought.

When her daughter smiled, Bonnie turned and walked back over to her chair and sat down. "Maybe this will help," she said as she crossed her legs at the knees.

Connie nodded but her mind was replaying the way her mother's tight firm looking ass had swayed and swiveled as she walked across the room. She had always had to keep a tight check on that same swivel and sway when she walked. 

With a shiver, Connie moved over to the couch and sat down. Suddenly she realized two things. One, she was a hell of a lot more like her mother than she had ever imagined and two, her mother was twice her age and was getting more sex a month than she had ever had.

Then another thought crossed her mind. "Wait a minute," she said forcefully. "I lived here for nineteen years and there is no way you guys could have hid that much sex from me for all that time."

Bonnie laughed and nodded her head. "Do you remember when you were about five or six and we remodeled our bedroom and added the private bathroom?" Connie nodded in reply. "When we did, we planned for the future. The walls are double thick and insulated with a sound deadening material. Our bedroom is almost soundproof."

Connie looked at her mom sharply and then asked in an almost whisper, "If that's the case then how could you hear me so well at night when I had a bad dream or something?" Then she groaned and answered her own question, "You had my room bugged."

"Only until that night after the senior prom. I figured you and Jack need the privacy after I figured out what all the little noises were about."

Connie groaned and fell back on the couch. She had not realized she was sitting on the very edge of it. Now she was half laying on it with her head at an odd angle. "My mom the pervert. I can't believe it."

Bonnie grinned. "No dear, I'm a lot more kinky than perverted. I'll have to show you my toy box sometimes."

With a shiver, Connie pushed up on her arms and then sat up. She scooted back a little and the shook her head. "You have a toy box? I have a bullet and a vibrator in a bag under my mattress."

"Is it still that slender pink one," Bonnie asked and then chuckled at her daughter's shocked expression. "I used to make your bed remember."

"You... you never said anything."

"Why should I, they were your toys and you were old enough to use them."

Connie suddenly giggled. "I lost my virginity to that pink vibrator."

"I lost mine to a candle," Bonnie said with a grin. "It was the most half melted, twisted up thing you could ever imagine by the time I got rid of it."

"So you were not a virgin when you and dad married like I always assumed."

"Good Lord no. He was the first man to make to love to me and the only one so far but I had my fingers and that candle in there as often as possible, believe me. Just like you and that pink vibrator. You even sound like me when you come."

Connie groaned and then shivered hard. "You... you listened to me?"

"Only the first few times to make sure you didn't hurt yourself or scare yourself."

Connie groaned again and then hugged herself as she shivered even harder than before. A moment later, she whispered, "You're kinky alright or does that come under motherly love?"

"The latter. It's in the mother's handbook under the care and feeding of hormonally overloaded daughters."

Connie leaned back on the couch and sighed deeply. "What am I going to do about Jack and school? He pisses me off every time I see him and there is no place to hide from him or anyone else who knows about his cheating. He did the dirty deeds but I'm the one that is embarrassed."

Bonnie sighed and reached for the phone. She looked up a number in the received call list and dialed. A moment later, she said, "Room 312, please."

"You're not going to tell daddy are you!" Connie said with panic in her voice.

"Not right now," Bonnie replied and then spoke into the phone. "Ok, hot stuff, there is going to be a delay in plans. Daughter and I have some woman stuff to discuss and it might take a while."

Bonnie listened for a moment and the grinned at Connie. "Nothing I can't handle. Speaking of which, keep your grubby mitts off my favorite toy. I'll take very good care of it myself, up close and personally at that."

She listened a moment longer and then giggled. "That can be arranged," she whispered and then added, "Now you be a good boy and I'll see you in the morning." Then she made a kissing sound and closed the connection.

"What do you mean not now?" Connie asked as her mother laid the phone aside.

"Your father is your father and he worries about you probably more than I do. I tell him everything. Well, almost everything and sometimes I leave little details out that are none of his business. You leaving college is going to be a big blow to him. He didn't get to go because he could not afford it. You going is the high point of his life. The first in his family or mine to ever go."

Connie sighed and shook her head. "I don't want to leave but I feel like everyone is looking and pointing at me. The girl who couldn't satisfy her boyfriend so he had to look elsewhere."

"That is the wrong way to look at it. He's the one who could not control himself and be faithful. You're the one who has been wronged, not him."

"I know that but...." Connie paused and sighed. "I feel like I didn't do a good enough job to keep him satisfied."

"No, it was more the lack of opportunity to keep him satisfied," Bonnie, said softly. "But that still doesn't mean he had to cheat on you."

"Maybe I need to go get drunk and then laid six ways to Sunday," Connie said with a crooked smile.

"That young lady would cause more problems than it would solve."

"I hear you but...." Connie started to say and then stood up. She grinned as she walked across the room allowing her hips and ass to do what they did naturally. When she turned around, her mother was ginning at her. 

"Yeah, you've got the swivel hips in spades." With that said, she stood up and walked across the room to the kitchen door letting her hips and ass play as they liked. 

When she stopped and turned around to look at her daughter, Connie laughed and said, "I think we could make men drool even if you were dressed and we walked across campus together like that."

"Drool hell, there would not be a soft dick in a mile in any direction," Bonnie said with a laugh. Then she looked her daughter up and down. "The jeans are tight enough but that baggy shirt and bra have to go."

"Mom, I've got your boobs and nipples. If I took this bra off even this baggy shirt could not hide the tents my nipples would make."

"So don't hide them. People don't think you're sexy enough then show them the true you. Show them what they are missing. Show them the smolder and the fire."

Connie shivered and shook her head. "I'd blush myself too death."

"That's good in a way as it shows you have decency but it also shows you are naive and unsure of your own worth and merit," Bonnie said as she started back across the room toward her daughter. This time she put one foot in front of the other and walked on her toes. Her hips did not sway as much but they swiveled even more pronounced. 

"Holy shit!" Connie whispered as she watched her mom's hips and the subtle sway of her breasts. "Where did you learn to walk like that?"

"Teasing your dad until he couldn't take it any more so he took me, and took me, and took me some more," Bonnie said with a nasty looking grin.

Connie groaned as a shiver ran up and down her spine. "If only," she whispered softly. When her mother stopped in front of her, she took a small half step to the side. Her feet were now close to shoulder width apart and she had a look of open attitude. A do you think you're man enough look that made Connie shiver again. It was almost a dare in a stance.

"Your father can not resist this stance. It drives him wild anywhere and anytime."

"No shit," Connie whispered. "You might as well yell, fuck me, as loud as you can. It's the same thing."

Bonnie laughed. "That's what usually happens as soon as we get alone. Hard, rough, and delicious."

Connie grinned at her mom. "I always thought you were somewhat of a prude but now I see that you are very sure of yourself and your sexuality."

"Why shouldn't I be? I love sex as much as your father does and I get what I want, when I want it. I also give back as good as I get. That's the way it's supposed to work."

"I hate to tell you but that's not how it works for most people," Connie said with a sigh.

"Then they are not working hard enough at it," her mother replied. "Marriage and love are as much of a job as the one you get paid a salary for. One makes you a living and the other makes life worth living. You can have both if you work for it and by that I mean both partners. There can't be any one way streets or mistrust."

"That sounds very good and you and dad are very lucky. If you heard about what goes on at my friend's houses between their parents, you would cry. Fights, arguments, cheating, one holding sex over the others head or just not caring about sex at all. It's crazy."

"Your dad and I have had our disagreements but those stop at the bedroom door. We learned early that fighting and arguing got us nowhere. Discussing it like adults and then when we could not agree, we would agree to disagree. In any case, the bedroom was for sleeping, peace and quiet, and most of all for lovemaking."

Connie shivered and turned around, lifting the back of her shirt as she did. "Unhook me please," she said softly. 




Like Mother, Like Daughter



Bonnie unhooked her bra and then waited as Connie pulled her arms inside the baggy t-shirt to remove it. When she had the bra off, Bonnie grinned and jerked the t-shirt up and off over Connie's head. 

Connie gave out with a yelp of surprise and then made a grab for the shirt. Her mother grabbed the bra and tossed both of them over onto the couch. Connie stood there with her hands covering her breasts but she was grinning. "Good one mom."

"Hey, it's just us girls here, so let the girls out to play, I always say. Anyway, I haven't seen you in a bathing suit in ages, much less naked."

Connie lowered her hands and used the toe of one shoe to take the other off. When she had the second shoe off, she wiggled her toes and sighed. "It feels weird with you completely naked and me half naked. It's so different from normal but then I found out that what I always thought of as normal isn't. Talk about a confusion factor."

Bonnie smiled and then winked at her daughter. "I'm going to make some lemonade. Why don't you lose those jeans and come join me in the kitchen."

"Make that a wine cooler or two and I might consider it," Connie said to her mother's back as she walked away. Her eyes were on her mother's ass as she was back up on her toes and putting one foot in front of the other as she walked. 

Connie groaned at the provocative way her mother's ass moved and then she shivered as she wondered what it would feel like to walk that way. She came up on her toes and took several steps placing her feet one in front of the other. The pants legs on the jeans rubbed together and the seam in the front rubbed in some odd places. 

She stopped and shivered as her mother entered the kitchen. With her mom out of site, she ran her hands over her breasts and whimpered softly. Her nipples were hard enough to ache and her hands helped with that but they also shot little jolts of pleasure straight to her sex. Not giving herself time to think, she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans quickly. Her hands stopped moving as uncertainty set in. 

Wiggling, she felt the jeans move down on her hips. Quickly, she grabbed the waistband and pushed them down to her thighs, her underwear went with them. She groaned softly as she pushed the jeans on down and stepped out of them. Her pale pink underwear was a scream of color on the blue of the jeans. 

Ignoring the underwear, she came up on her toes and started to walk across the room as her mother had. By the third step, she had shivers running up and down her spine as her outer lips rubbed together and against her inner lips. By the fifth step, she moaned as her clit got into the rubbing match. Three steps later, she was at the kitchen door with a funny little smile on her lips and a new appreciation for walking.

Bonnie was across the counter and had a grin on her face as she slid an open wine cooler across to her daughter's side. "Things do rub in interesting ways, don't they?" She asked as she came around the end of the counter. 

Connie nodded absently and slowly came down off her toes. "I... uh... I could, uh...."

"Probably come like mad with a dozen more steps or so?" Her mother finished for her. 

Connie nodded and took the last three steps over to the kitchen counter. She picked up the wine cooler and did not even look at the label before she took a big swallow. The cold liquid and the fruity taste seemed to calm her body down. Looking over at her mom she shiver and whispered, "I don't think it would have taken half that many steps."

"It's not quite as bad when you're squishy wet like I am."

Connie giggled and took another big sip of her drink. "That's good to know because I was getting there just walking in here."

"You do have a good figure and you look like you take good care of yourself. I always worried when you were a little pudgy before you hit puberty."

"I try to hit the gym at least once a week but with my studies.... I was surprised at how toned you were, especially your boobs."

Bonnie raised her left hand and caressed her right breast. Then she ran the hand down across her flat stomach until the fingertips rested on her hairless mound. "Sex has always been my exercise of choice," she said with a grin. "Lots and lots of sex."

Connie raised her left hand and openly caressed her breasts, well aware of her mother's eyes on her hand. Her hand moved down across her belly until her fingertips made contact with the short-cropped hair on her mound. She shivered and whispered, "I've thought about shaving mine but I've never gotten up the nerve to actually do it."

"If you ever do, you'll never go back. It is so much more sensitive and clean feeling. The first time I did it, or rather, your father did it. I came once from the razor and once just rinsing the area with water. Then your father got his tongue into action and I came almost all night long." Bonnie shivered at the memory of that night.

Connie groaned and shivered at the thought of a tongue on her sex. Jack was not all that much into it. He loved to get his dick sucked but.... She told her mother as much and then wondered why she had not blushed. Maybe it was the wine cooler and maybe it was the fact that they both were naked and touching themselves so freely and openly.

"That's not a good sign. Your dad tried that with me when we were first together but I set him right pretty quickly. What was good for him was good for me and what was good for me was even better for him."

"How did you two get all this shit sorted out? Getting Jack to talk about anything to do with sex or my wants and needs was a giant pain in the ass."

"And what's wrong with a giant pain in your ass? That is, if it's done with care and understanding," Bonnie said with a big grin at her daughter's very shocked expression.

"You... uh... dad... uh... but...." Connie finally stammered as she got her mouth closed. 

"Uh yeah, that's the way it works, me, your dad, and my butt," Bonnie, said still grinning.

Connie groaned and took a big drink from her wine cooler. She sat the bottle on the counter and asked in a whisper, "How.... Well shit, I know how but didn't it hurt like hell. I like to tease myself there when I, uh, masturbate but...." She suddenly realized what she was saying and blushed deeply.

"With lube and patience, all things are possible," Bonnie, said softly. "And I already know you masturbate, remember."

Connie nodded and looked at the nearly empty wine cooler bottle. "Yeah but my mind is still having problems adjusting to the new and improved you. Not to mention the overload in the too much information category."

"Getting back to your original question, your dad and I have always talked about everything and anything. How would you know what your partner will or will not like unless you ask or try it and then ask. At one point I had a long list of things that I wouldn't try for one reason or another." Bonnie paused to take a sip of her wine cooler.

"I thought a lot of things were dirty or gross or just were not done. Boy, did I shorten that list in a hurry once we got started. Now I don't even have a list, I'm just about game for anything either of us can come up with." She finished with a big grin. 

Connie shook her head. "But Jack—"

"Forget Jack, he's not worth your time. Learn from what he did and find someone better. Find someone that matches you in all areas, including sex, especially sex. Life will be a whole lot better and more fun in the long run. I got very lucky with your dad and yes, I understand that most people don't."

Connie sighed and nodded slightly. "You're right but that is a hard thing to admit to myself." Then she grinned and looked her mother in the eyes. "You're supposed to be the enemy and never right."

Bonnie chuckled and whispered, "The older you get, the more right I will become."

Connie frowned and shook her head. "I was afraid you were going to say that."

Bonnie grinned at her daughter and said, "Stuff the rest of those wine coolers in a bucket of ice while I fire up the hot tub. Your dad won't be home until mid morning tomorrow, so we might as well enjoy our time alone."

Connie downed the rest of the wine cooler in her hand and then belched. "Why not, I might actually learn something."

"That's my girl," Bonnie said as she headed for the back porch to fire up the hot tub.

As she crossed the room, Connie watched her and then it dawned on her that the hot tub was on the open back porch. "Uh, mom, are you, uh, going outside naked?"

Bonnie paused by the backdoor and asked, "Is there a reason I shouldn't?"

"Uh, the neighbors seeing you?" Connie said in reply.

"You haven't been in the backyard lately, I take it."

"Duh, not since I've been away at college," Connie replied with a grin.

"And you hadn't notice my tan or the lack of bikini lines?"

"I'm still trying to get past the nakedness," Connie said and then gasped softly. Her mother had a great tan and it was even all over. 

Bonnie laughed. "Now she sees the trees that make up the forest. Your dad had this huge wooden fence put up around the backyard. The neighbors can't see a thing, especially me laying out there naked. Or what your father and I do out there a lot of the time."

Connie groaned as a vision of her parents having sex in the backyard flashed across her mind. She and Jack had made love down by the lake once on a blanket and just the thought of doing it again made her hips quiver.

Bonnie nodded. "Yeah, like mother, like daughter. The great outdoors appeals to you too, huh. The first time your dad and I did it outdoors, I was so scared of getting caught and so excited at the same time, I couldn't stop coming."

"Been there and done that once and I remember feeling exactly like that," Connie whispered with a shiver.

"Grab the wine coolers, we can talk while we soak," Bonnie said and then went out the back door.

*****

Connie came out the backdoor a few minutes later to find her mother lying out in the sun on a lounge chair. She had on nothing but a smile. Connie sat the bucket down and walked over to the steps of the porch. Looking around she saw the fence and the new patio where her mother was. It was a completely new backyard.

Nervously she went down the steps and looked around again. There was not a house in sight. She walked over beside her mother's chair and shivered at the warm sun and the fact that she was outside naked. "Why didn't he do this way back when?"

"I don't think he ever thought about it until I mentioned how much fun it would be," Bonnie said with a grin. 

"Then why didn't you mention it earlier," Connie asked as she sat down on the other lounge chair.

Her mother chuckled and shook her head. "Because I didn't think about being naked out here until you left home. That part of my life was in the closet up until then, remember."

Connie nodded as she turned and straddled the chair to scoot back in it. The sun was warm on her body but seemed even warmer on her breasts and sex. Was it the dark hair on her sex, she wondered? She made a soft whimpering sound as she leaned back and relaxed. She still had her feet on the stone patio and her knees wide spread.

When her mother chuckled and moved her feet down to the stone, Connie looked that way. "It does feel good down there, doesn't it," Bonnie asked softly.

Connie nodded and whispered, "Like warm panties right out of the dryer."

Bonnie laughed. "I like that analogy."

They were both quiet for a while and then Connie whimpered softly. She was perspiring slightly and the little beads of sweat tickled and teased as they rolled on her skin, especially around her breasts and sex. She still held the fresh wine cooler in her left hand, forgotten at the moment.

"It does feel good," Bonnie said with a sigh. Then she looked over at hr daughter and smiled. "Touch that cold bottle to your nipples and see what happens."

Connie opened her eyes and looked at her mother. Then she looked at the bottle in her hand. She frowned for a second as she thought of how cold the bottle was and how warm her nipples felt. Then her hand moved almost of its own accord and the sweaty cold bottom of the bottle touched her right nipple. She gasped loudly and moved the bottle away quickly. 

When her mother laughed, Connie looked at her quickly. "That was cold," she protested but her heart really was not in it as her nipple was now hard enough to ache and that ache was somehow connected to her clit, which was tingling. 

"Yeah, but your nipple sure enjoyed it, not to mention another place," Bonnie replied, her eyes on her daughters hard stiff nipple that was standing up twice as tall as the other one.

Connie groaned softly and then giggled as she moved the bottle over her other nipple. She held it a half inch away and then gasped softly as a cold drop of condensation fell directly on that nipple. She lowered the bottle and groaned as her nipple got even harder and her clit tingled even more. She made a soft whimpering sound as she raised the bottle. 

"I learned that when your dad stuck an ice cream cone to my bare nipple one time, way back when. Then his hot mouth sucked the ice cream off and I nearly came right there in the car."

Connie looked at her mother for a second and then whimpered as she asked, "Why was your nipple bare in the car?"

"Actually, it was that big old tall four wheel drive truck your dad had when we first married. I loved to tease him when we went places and that was one of the times. We stopped for ice cream at a drive thru. I'd had my shirt off earlier and just draped it across my chest while we were there. When we left, your father made a turn down a side street, stopped, pulled the shirt out of the way and tried to freeze my left nipple. Then he was sucking on it. I nearly dropped my cone," Bonnie said and then laughed.

"I got him back a few days later when I rubbed his hard dick down with an ice cube. But he went me one better with a Popsicle later that same summer. I still can't look at a cherry Popsicle without my pussy clenching up tight."

Connie sat there with her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide. Her cold nipples were completely forgotten as her mind wrestled with what a cold Popsicle would feel like stuffed in her pussy. Her mind could not find an answer but her pussy was clenched up tight enough to make her moan in any case.

Bonnie chuckled as she watched her daughter's reactions. "I don't think that is a been there, done that, reaction."

It was nearly a minute later before Connie shook her head. "That was something completely un-thought of until now."

"See you've learned something new already."

Connie groaned softly. "Now if I can just get my little pussy to relax enough so I can move."

"That's the way I felt until you father tried to lick all that Popsicle out of me," Bonnie said with a big grin.

When Connie groaned, Bonnie added, "Then he stuffed me with something large and hot. That was all she wrote as I went off like no tomorrow. I'll never forget that day for sure."

Connie's free hand came up to squeeze her left breast. Her nipple expanded and stood up as her eyes closed. She moaned long and loud as the bottom of the cold bottle rubbed her nipple again. Then her hand moved to the right breast and squeezed it. The bottle followed closely behind. 

Bonnie grinned and caressed her own breasts as she watched her daughter getting more turned on by the second. When Connie's hand moved down along her slick stomach to tease the hair at the top of her mound, Bonnie chewed her bottom lip to keep from moaning softly. Connie's hand moved lower and her middle finger slipped between her puffy outer lips, spreading then slightly and parting the hair. 

One of Bonnie's biggest fantasies was to see another woman masturbate and this was as close as she had ever gotten to it beside Internet porn. The thought that it was her daughter doing it circled around in the back of her mind but her curiosity was stronger than her motherly instincts at the present time. She had not planned this but....

Connie was so turned on that she had forgotten about her mom. Between the Popsicle in her mind and the cold bottle, she was off in her own little world. Her nipples ached, her clit tingled, and her inner muscles would not relax. Her hand on her pussy and her finger gliding up and down in her smooth glassy slit felt so good. She wasn't sure which felt better, touching her clit, which made her hips jerk or dipping her fingertip in her tight vagina to feel it grab and release.

Bonnie watched Connie's hand moving and shivered all over. She wanted to touch herself but if she did, she would come quickly and miss what her daughter was doing. She had never been in this predicament. She was usually in complete control where sex was concerned, that is until she was ready to give it up. With her husband, she always knew what to do but this uncertainty was.... She grinned as the word exciting came to mind.

Connie's hips rocked up and back as her finger moved in and out of her pussy. The heel of her hand rubbed against her clit lightly, teasingly. Her mind was in its own little endorphin filled world as her orgasm grew closer and closer. A drip off the cold bottle on her right nipple just pushed her higher. She wished for a Popsicle like she never had in her life. 

Suddenly the Popsicle turned into her mother's smiling face and her eyes flew open. Your mother is sitting right next to you, her mind screamed and then she was coming like never before as her eyes locked with her mothers. The waves of pleasure rolling throughout her body made Connie's eyes slowly close. She knew her mother was still watching her but now that just seemed to make her come all the harder.

When Connie had opened her eyes and looked at Bonnie, Bonnie had moaned long and loud, as both her hands flew to her sex. Her hips lifted and two fingers jammed into her sopping wet pussy as the fingers of the other hand strummed back and forth over her distended clit. In only a few seconds, she was coming as hard as her daughter was.

*****

The two women sat silently side by side with their feet up on their respective lounge chairs, their legs tightly together. Both sipped at a wine cooler from time to time but they could not look at each other. Both had thoughts chasing each other all around their minds but they did not dare to voice any of them. They were both embarrassed but for far different but very similar reasons.

Connie could not believe that her mother had actually watched her come and then had gotten off so quickly. Not to mention the fact that she had been so turned on that she had forgotten that her mom was even there. Bonnie wasn't really all that embarrassed but for the first time in her life she wondered just how her daughter would react. Before she had pretty much known but now they were across the line in uncharted territory.

Bonnie finished her wine cooler and got up to get another. She looked around at her daughter and paused for a second before she asked, "Are you ready for another one?"

Connie looked at her mom and then away quickly but she nodded her head.

Bonnie got two bottles out of the ice and twisted the caps off. She dropped the caps back in the ice and carried the bottles over to extend one out to her daughter. Connie turned the one in her hand up and drained it in two gulps. She set it on the patio next to her chair while using her other hand to take the one from her mom.

With a grin, Bonnie whispered, "Keep this one off your nipples or at least wait until we get in the hot tub."

Connie's head snapped around, anger on her face, but whatever she was going to say died suddenly. The angry look faded, calmly she said, "It was your idea that I touch it to my nipples."

Bonnie nodded as she moved over to sit on the edge of her chair. "Yeah, I know, but it wasn't my intent to get you so turned on."




Like Mother, Like Daughter



"Then why didn't you say something before I made a spectacle of myself?" Connie asked an edge of anger in her voice.

With a deep sigh, Bonnie whispered, "I, uh, had never seen another woman masturbate. I was, well, mesmerized when you started and I just didn't, uh, interrupt you."

Connie looked at her mom sharply and then said, "So that's why you came so quickly."

Bonnie nodded but hesitated to say anything more. Then she blurted out, "That and it was my daughter who was coming so hard in front of me."

Connie's mouth dropped open for a moment and then she blushed and grinned. "Seeing you looking at me is what pushed me over the edge."

Bonnie sighed and whispered, "We're in the uncharted waters of woman to woman now. You know that, right? Mother, daughter is still there but we see each other differently now. More as equals."

Connie nodded and then whispered, "Yeah but one of us is kinkier than a twisted up garden hose."

Bonnie laughed. "Nope, as you'll learn, I'm just more experienced and I've tried almost everything at least once. The good stuff much, much more."

Connie sat up in her chair and spread her legs to put her feet on the stone of the patio. She was aware of her mother looking at her wet sex and thighs as she did. For some reason it did not bother her as much as it would have earlier. With a grin she said, "I made a big mess."

Bonnie spread her knees wide apart and looked at her own sex. She was aware of Connie looking also. "About as big of one as I made."

"Yeah, but you had a head start with Daddy."

"Which reminds me, you saw me masturbating and didn't have the courtesy to back out of the room and let me finish, so I think we're even on that score."

Connie laughed. "I was too shocked by the fact that my mother did masturbate and with a phone to her ear to even think about courtesy."

Bonnie closed her legs and stood up. "Yeah, maybe I should have started a little sooner and slower in showing my true self. But to tell the truth it never crossed my mind until you were standing there watching me play."

Connie stood up and asked, "Where are we going? The hot tub?"

"I was going to see if it was warm enough," Bonnie said as she turned and headed for the porch.

Connie stepped across the lounge chair and stretched up on her tiptoes, her hands going high over her head. She twisted her back and rolled her shoulders. The warm sun felt good, her sweaty body felt good. She was surprisingly relaxed for just masturbating in front of her own mother, catching her mother masturbating to phone sex and all the rest of their conversations. It had been strange.

She came down off her toes and turned to find her mother sitting on the edge of the hot tub. The bucket of wine coolers was sitting next to the tub. With a grin, she walked that way, up on her toes, putting one foot in front of the other. She could feel the slipperiness between her upper thighs and in her sex, not to mention the rubbing of her clit between her upper pussy lips. 

Bonnie turned to watch her daughter walking toward her. She smiled as she realized that everything would be even better between them than it ever had been. That she now had a cohort in crime so to speak. Someone besides her husband she could be her true self with. It was a good feeling.

"Hey mom," Connie said with a grin. "Have you ever masturbated with the jets in this hot tub?"

"Many, many times," Her mother replied with a like grin.

"Me too," Connie said as she stepped over into the warm water. Looking over at her mother she whispered, "Want too."

Bonnie nodded and they both settled down into the tub to straddle a pulsing jet. A few minutes later Connie groaned and whispered, "Oh yeah, that feels so good."

With a similar groan Bonnie whispered, "It feels even better with a dick in your pussy from behind. It's like getting your clit licked as you get fucked at the same time."

Connie stood up suddenly and turned around to face her mother, her eyes wide. Bonnie looked over her shoulder and grinned. "No, I haven't ever been licked and fucked at the same time. It's just the way it feels."

Connie grinned. "I was just checking," she whispered as she turned around and let the jet pulse over her clit again. It did kind of feel like a tongue moving lightly on her clit. She shivered and reached back to stuff two fingers in her pussy. She groaned softly.

"One or two fingers?" Bonnie asked as she did.

"Two," Connie whispered as she moved the fingers in and out slowly.

"Like mother, like daughter," Bonnie whispered as her fingers moved the same way.



Like Mother Like Daughter



The Enos Farm on Hard Scrabble Road in Trenton Falls, New York wasn't a large one, but it was productive enough back in the 60's that Ted Enos had to hire a farmhand when the work proved too much for him, his wife Evelyn and his daughter Becky.

Since the pay wasn't much, there weren't many people that wanted the job, and while Ted didn't think the only person who showed up to talk about it was up to the task, the skinny little black guy had proven that looks were deceiving.

"The colored fellow sure can work," Ted told his wife Evelyn after Nate's first day on the farm. "You should see the muscles on that little fellow."

"This is 1966, Ted," Evelyn replied, having noticed that muscular man not much younger than her husband early in the day, and rolled her eyes when her mate of 25 years was out of sight. "People don't use the word colored any more." 

"Well, what do you want me to call him?" Ted asked. "A Negro?"

"Why not call him Nate? That's his name, isn't it?" Evelyn suggested.

"Wonder what the guys in town would call him if they found out I hired him?" Ted asked. 

"Who cares about those yahoos? None of them lazy bastards wanted the job."

"You got a point there, Evelyn," Ted admitted, coming up behind his wife and wrapping his arms around her sturdy frame, cupping her massive breasts and grinding his crotch into her backside. "Why don't you save those dishes for later?"

"Becky will see you," Evelyn said, looking around for their daughter.

"She's in her room, filling out those college applications," Ted said as he roughly kneaded the full breasts that were too big for even his massive hands to contain. "Hope the hell she don't get accepted. What the hell would we do then?"

"I don't know," Evelyn sighed, the thought of waving goodbye to her only child hurting, although she would envy her baby for being able to get away from all this.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

One month later.

Nate Bowman chuckled at he watched the wife of his boss sneak out the back door, looking behind her nervously as she waddled quickly out toward the barn, her gigantic breasts swaying a beat behind the rhythm of her brisk walking.

"Crazy body that lady got," Nate sighed as her enjoyed the movement of the plump but voluptuous woman and the look in her eyes, a look that Nate had seen when Evelyn first came out to visit him a couple of weeks ago.

"Thought you forgot about me, Evie," Nate said as the woman closed and bolted the door behind her.

That was more of a symbolic move than one that would keep out a raging bull of a husband if he ever suspected his wife was out paying a social call to the help. Nate knew that since Ted Enos, who at 6'4" and 250 pounds, could probably break his 5'5" and 130 pound frame in two if he didn't shoot him instead, this kind of thing was dangerous, it was worth it.

"He's taking a shower," Evelyn said as she rushed up to Nate, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him while his hands grabbed her ass through her dress.

"Shower would feel good about now," Nate mused as he was pressed up against the back wall of the barn, remembering that time last week when he was brought into the house and got bathed when her husband went into town. "I'm awful sweaty. Hope that don't bother you."

"I love you sweaty. Want to drink you up," was Evelyn's response was to pull the shoulder straps off of Nate's bib overalls and drop them down. Nate was naked underneath, and Evelyn grabbed Nate's wrist and pulled it up to the wall behind him. Nate groaned as he watched the plump woman bury her face under her arm, licking the sweaty coarse hairs and snorting like a pig.

"Oh, you are a nasty girl tonight!" Nate chuckled as his jeans dropped to the ground and he felt Evie's hand sliding down. "What you want?"

"You know what I want," the chubby woman said as she went down to her knees. "Don't have much time."

Nate watched as Evie's pudgy hands grabbed the long flaccid snake that hung almost down to his knees, and unlike the first night, when she had been startled at the size of the cock she found herself staring at, now she grabbed it and brought it her lips in one fluid motion.

"Don't get no bigger lady," Nate had told her that night when she looked like she was going to faint at the sight of nearly 10" of shiny black cock, and that was true because he was not a grow-er but a show-er. 

Woman sure can suck cock, Nate thought as he watched her face slide up and down a little more than half of his cock, bringing him to erection in no time, and when he was hard he helped her up.

"Where you want to do it?" Nate asked, but Evelyn was already on her way to the sawhorse, pulling up her dress and undoing her bra before bending over the wooden brace and pulling her big baggy panties down.

This was nice. Naughty and nice, Nate thought as her white panties came down her chubby pale thighs, exposing big round buttocks that might not be as firm as they once were, but looked fine to him.

"Gonna get a taste first," Nate said as he knelt behind the wife of his boss. "Spread them cheeks for me woman, so I can get that at that juicy ass of yours."

Evelyn obliged, and as she parted her legs Nate's hands pulled her buttocks apart, exposing the tan ring with the fur around it. Nate's tongue went right to her anus, licking the puckered ring before dipping his tongue into the steamy cavity, the pungent taste and aroma only making him more feral.

It had been nice that time, Nate recalled, when they spent a hour in her bed. In there, they could get naked and do everything. He could see those gigantic titties instead of just feeling them under the dress, and enjoy that hairy snatch better, but Evelyn liked it another way with him, and that was fine by Nate.

The jar of Vaseline was in the pocket of her house-dress, just like always, and Nate pulled it out and opened it up, never missing a lick as he sucked on her anus.

"Give it to me," came Evelyn's voice from the other side of the sawhorse.

"What you want, woman?"

"Hurry. Give it to me," Evelyn pleaded.

"Where you want it?" Nate asked as he stood up and greased up his cock.

"You know where I want it Nate," Evelyn practically sobbed. "Stick that horse cock up my ass."

"Here it comes baby," Nate said as he moved in behind the chunky woman, the fact that he was a couple inches shorter than him making it perfect for both of them.

"OOH!" they both sighed as Nate pushed the tip of his uncut member into Evie's anus, and then the woman stifled a squeal as he leaned into her, forcing about half of his huge manhood into her ass.

Nate never put more than that into her at first, although by the time he was through she would be taking almost all of it. He started slow, his hands digging into Evelyn's fleshy hips after pushing her dress up her back as far as he could, right up to where the deep gouges caused by the bra were.

The dress up to her shoulders, her bra clasps opened and flopping around and her panties down around her ankles. All of it was so nasty, and Nate wondered whether his boss' wife felt that way too?

Nate had to struggle not to cum, because Evie's ass was so tight, the hot cavity clenching his greased weapon like a vice, and he could see Evelyn's hand hard at work frigging herself as she draped herself over the sawhorse.

The pace quickened, and now instead of taking slow deep stokes into Evie, was now pounding hard, almost lifting her off her feet as he impaled her. He could tell Evelyn was about to cum, and when he heard her stifling her scream while her body shook, that was his cue.

"Aw!" Nate groaned as he came, sending volleys of his seed deep into her bowels, and it wasn't until Evie stopped shaking and his cock went limp did Nate pull his member out of her ravaged anus.

"Ooh!" Evelyn chirped as the fat head popped out of her, and then Evie straightened up, pulling her panties back in place and hooking up her bra again.

Nate helped her get everything back into place, and after she did her best to get her hair into some semblance of order, asked Nate how she looked.

"You look like somebody who just took a big black dick up her ass," Nate said, smiling at the woman whose flushed face was slowly going back to pale.

"And I loved it," Evelyn said, taking the shorter man's face in her hands, kissing Nate passionately and sucking on his lips and tongue.

Both of them crazy about ass, Nate thought as he bid goodnight to the wife of his employer, remembering that time in bed when she rimmed him, and although she said she was curious because Nate always did it to her and he seemed to like it, Nate could tell that her tongue was not unfamiliar with that area.

Nate watched Evie go back in the house, wondering if she would get laid again tonight in there, and as she went in the house Nate heard a sound over in the corner.

"Who's there?" Nate said, still naked as he walked over to the far side where some tools and an old door lay up against the wall, and when he peeked behind it he almost screamed in shock.

"What you doing back here?" Nate hissed as he pulled Evelyn's daughter out from hiding, her ankles knocking over stuff as she was brought out into the middle of the barn. "Better answer me little girl."

"Nothing," sniffed Becky, who only resembled her mouth facially, as her body was as skinny as her mother's was full.

"Don't give me that shit," Nate said as he let go of her arm, and only then did he remember that he was naked, because Becky was staring at his limp cock swaying between her legs. "And what you looking at?"

"Dunno," Becky said softly.

"Little girls shouldn't be snooping around minding adults business," Nate snapped, painfully aware that he was in deep shit right now.

"I ain't no little girl," Becky said. "I'm 18."

"Sure as hell don't look it," Nate said as he looked Evie's daughter up and down, not that he hadn't before.

Becky was about as tall as her mother but probably weighed little more than half as much. She had her mother's curly dark brown hair, but had a big nose and little of the earthy good looks of her Mom. Maybe she would grow into her beauty, Nate thought.

Sure wasn't like Mom below the neck, Nate mused, recalling having passed the underwear of the women of the house as they hung on the line. The cups of the bras dangling from the cord were amusing in comparison, and while the tag on Evie's harness was too worn to read, he knew who the padded bra with the 32A tag on it belonged to.

"So what you gonna do?" Nate said, breaking the awkward silence. "Go tell your Daddy what me and your Mama was doing?"

"No," Becky said. "Ain't telling him nothing."

"So what are you gonna do? Stare at my dick all night? Never seen one before?" 

"Seen a couple. Told you I'm no kid," Becky said. "I got a boyfriend."

"How come you aren't staring at him then?"

"Had a fight," Becky said, grabbing her elbows with her hands as she felt Nate's eyes burning into her. "How come your thing is so big?"

"I don't know. What's the matter? Your boyfriend got a little one?"

"Kinda," Becky whispered, seeming to be hypnotized by the way Nate's cock was swaying like a metronome. "Yours is even bigger than my Daddy's is."

"How you know that? You spy on them too?" Nate asked in an angry tone, but his anger faded when Becky slowly shook her head no.

"Oh," Nate said. "Sorry."

"It's okay. Not your fault," Becky replied.

"I didn't mean to get mad at you," Nate said. "You just startled me. You been back here before watching us?"

"Couple times," Becky said.

"How come?"

"Bored. Better than watching Petticoat Junction," Becky said, and they both chuckled. "Besides, I feel all tingly inside watching you."

"That right?"

"Yes. Kinda wished that was me instead of Mom you was doing it with," Becky answered.

"Oh little girl..."

"I'm old enough," Becky said. "I've done it before. I'll keep my bra on if you want."

"What?"

"Henry - he's is or was my boyfriend. He makes me keep my bra on because he says my boobies are too little to get him excited."

"Oh, well that's not nice for him to say," Nate said. "I'm sure they're just fine."

"Want to see them?" Becky asked and without waiting for an answer unbuttoned her checkered blouse, and after setting it aside started to reach back and unhook her bra. 

"Don't laugh," Becky asked, and after Nate nodded she unhooked her bra, and Nate let out a faint whistle as the small globes were exposed.

"They aren't that small," Nate said as her looked at the apple sized breasts which had large aureoles and nipples for such modest sized tits.

"Littler than Sue Paige's - she's the girl Henry's with now," Becky said as she shyly cupped her hands over her buds. "Way smaller than Mom's."

"Heck, never seen any near as big as hers, but that don't make them better that yours," Nate said, and he smiled when he peeked over towards Becky's shoulder. "I bet you got something that your Mom has though. Bet you got a lot of hair between your legs." 

"Huh - Uh - how did you know?" Becky asked, and when Nate pointed at the hair peeking out from under her arm Becky turned red.

"Don't be ashamed. I like my women furry," Nate explained. "Makes you look like Gina Lollobrigida. She's an Italian actress."

"Daddy - he don't let me - you know," Becky explained. "He lets me shave my legs now."

"Like I said, I like it," Nate said she pointed lower. "So you want to show me?"

Becky nodded and undid her jeans, pulling the denim off her slender legs and then grabbing the top of her panties. Nate was already salivating when he saw the hairs peaking out the elastic sides, and when the cotton came down and exposed the wide triangle that looked even more dense that her mother's, his smile grew wider.

"Oh you're such a pretty thing, and that's no lie. See?"

Becky's eyes were already aware that Nate was pleased with what he was looking at, and as his cock began to point straight out she took a step towards him.

"Honey, maybe we should do this another time," Nate said. "I'm all funky and..."

"That's okay," Becky said. "Please?"

"You excited honey? You wet?" Nate asked, and when his hand went over and touched her bush he found it dripping.

"Wait," Nate said, aware of where his cock at been. "I don't want you to get pregnant and I don't have any protection."

Becky reached down into her back jeans pocket and pulled out a little foil square, and then Nate said, "Wait a second," before sneaking out the back of the barn with a bucket.

He came back in a minute with the bucket overflowing with water. Cold water, he was soon reminded, and after he set the bucket down and started splashing water under his arms and on his chest Becky came over.

"I can help," Becky said, and after dunking her hands in the water began scrubbing Nate's cock.

The cold water made Nate gasp, but soon the warmth of Becky's hands running up and down the length of his cock took the sting out of the cold.

"It's like an elephant's trunk," Becky giggled as she used both hands to clean and milk the dick, which began to come back to life. 

"You sure you want this?" Nate said, reaching down between Becky's legs, and when he had to force one finger inside of her pussy, he knew that this was going to be a tight fit.

"Yes. Do you want me to suck on your dick like Mom did?" Becky asked.

"No - where's the rubber?" Nate asked, and after Becky unwrapped it he told her to put it on for him.

Becky's hands were shaking on she knelt down, struggling to get the sheath over the bulbous head of his manhood, but after it slid over the ridge Becky rolled it down.

It only reached halfway down the length of his cock, but that was enough. Becky started to get up and then let out an, "Oh no!"

"Got another one?" Nate asked as he saw the latex had ripped all the way down, and when Becky said no Nate asked Becky if she wanted to do it like he and Mom had.

"What do you mean?" Becky asked, and when Nate explained to her what it was that they had done Becky's eyes bugged out.

"I thought you were watching."

"Couldn't see that good. I thought you were - you know - from behind. How does it fit in that little hole?"

"Tight, but at least you wouldn't get pregnant," Nate said. "We can do this another..."

"NO!" Becky almost shouted. "I want to. What do I have to do?"

"Bend over the sawhorse, just like your Mama did," Nate said, and as he knelt behind Becky the difference was apparent.

Not only were Becky's buttocks small and firm, after Nate spread her cheeks apart he saw that Becky's bush grew right up from between her legs and filled her ass crack, and the aroma was even more pungent than her Mama ass had been, and to Nate it was a powerful aphrodisiac.

Becky yelped when she felt Nate's tongue burrowing through the hair in search of her anus, and after he found it and dipped his tongue in he had to tell Becky to be quiet.

"Oh - this feels weird. Good but weird. What's that?"

"My finger," Nate said, and as he squeezed his digit into the virginal canal he suddenly remembered that Becky's Mom had taken the lubricant.

"Can't do it - your Mom took the Vaseline," Nate said, and Becky said to try.

Nate tried, but he couldn't get hardly any of the tip in before Becky started to carry on.

"Another time honey," Nate said.

"No," Becky said as she grabbed Nate's hand and brought him over to the riding mower, hopping on the back and spreading her legs with a crazed look on her face. "Just don't shoot your jizz inside me."

It was awkward for Nate to work up close to Becky, who was clawing at his cock in an effort to pull him in, but after Nate rubbed the head of his uncut manhood up and down the dripping opening and eased a little in, it felt as tight as her ass had.

"OMIGOD IT HURTS!" Becky cried out as she looked down at the cock still outside of her pussy, and that was just about all of it, because Nate had only managed to head the head in. "It's too big!"

"It's okay little girl, just relax. Get used to it," Nate said, his hands going up to Becky's titties and playing with the plump nipples which had swollen even more, and when he slid his hands over and tickled Becky under the arms to get her to relax, he pushed a little more in as she giggled.

"That's it," Nate said as his fingers wiggled into the damp thickets. "You are a furry little thing. You even got more hair under your arms that she does. There you go. That better?"

"Is it all in?" Becky asked, and after she looked down and saw how little it took to make her feel like she was being split in two she asked, "How did you put that thing in Mommy's ass?"

"Just like this child - slow and steady," Nate said. "See? You're so wet too. You like my big black cock as much as your Mom does, don't you?"

"Don't come in me," Becky sobbed as she wrapped her arms around Nate's neck, and then he felt the girl's teeth sink into his collarbone as her already vice-like cunt tried to snap his cock in half.

"That's it honey. Cum for Nate," he hissed in her ear as he moved his cock in and out faster. "You cum good."

"Omigod - not again!" Becky was sobbing a minute later as another orgasm raced through her body.

"You're so tight," Nate sighed as Becky clung to his neck, her thighs shaking so hard the metal of the mower rattled. "Such a sweet tight pussy."

Nate had half of his cock working in and out of Becky, and her eyes were rolling back in her skull as he kept thrusting in and out of her still tight hairy pussy. They were both dripping wet, their skin shiny and slippery as they pawed at each other, and soon Becky was cumming again.

"No more - can't - please," Becky begged after she stopped convulsing, and Nate smiled as he looked at what a mess Ted Enos would see if he ever came into the barn right now and saw what his skinny little daughter looked like after only about 5 minutes of being fucked by his help.




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"Here - wrap your fist around the shaft. Grip it hard - harder," Nate said as he kept moving the other half in and out of Becky. "When I tell you to pull it out - do it!"

Nate was sounding like a locomotive, pumping his manhood in and out of the teenager's pussy, and when he felt his orgasm on the way, Nate cried out, "NOW!", and they both looked down to see jets of semen spraying all over Becky's stomach and bush.

"Keep milking it, girl," Nate said as the spurts turned into dribbles, and after Becky had yanked him dry and the head of his cock had slipped under his foreskin again, he backed away.

Nate reached down and handed Becky her panties so she could clean the semen off of her so that the baby sap didn't slide into her sex, and then Nate helped her down off of the seat and set her on the ground.

"You're so strong," Becky marvelled as she squeezed his biceps, and after looking down at Nate's flaccid manhood added, "I was going to say strong for a little guy but..."

They both laughed and then got dressed, and although Becky looked even more ravaged than her Mom had been, she said she could sneak in without getting noticed.

"Can we do this tomorrow night?" Becky asked. "I won't be as much of a baby next time. I got used to it eventually."

"You did just fine girl," Nate said. "I'll be here."

"Will my Mom be coming in?"

"Usually," Nate said.

"Maybe I'll watch again back there," Becky said. "That really got me excited."

"I could tell," Nate said.

"That was - wow! I really needed that. You're so much better than Henry or Dad are," Becky said, kissing Nate hard and using her tongue to say goodnight, and when Becky had left Nate finally got back into his overalls.

"Long day tomorrow," he said aloud as he left the barn into the darkness. "Long nights around here too."

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He didn't hesitate.  Sliding off the bed he followed her into the bathroom.  Damn she had a nice ass.

She turned on the water and adjusted it to be steaming hot then jumped under the spray.  "Mmm, so hot.  Come on in lover."  She lifted her face under the water letting it wash the cum and blood away. 

Mark climbed in behind her savoring the view of her nubile young body.  Damn how could he be so lucky and yet so fucked up.  His mind went to Linda and he wished she would call so that he could talk to her ... but not right now.  He moved forward as Trisha dipped her head and began to wash her hair.  He reached up and gently began caress her scalp.  Wet, her hair was a deeper red and soft.  He leaned forward and drank in her fragrance.  

She pushed her ass back at him, pressing against his flaccid cock and making it pulse.  Passing him the small bottle of hotel shampoo she let him wash her hair.   He was gentle, careful to be thorough and she moaned slightly, relishing the care he took.  

Before she let him rinse her hair, she reached up and filled her hand with suds then reached back and stroked his cock.

"You still owe me an ass fucking before we go to dinner."  She said, feeling his cock harden in her hand.  "Mmm, looks like you'll be able to pay up too."

He leaned forward and kissed her neck.  "Are you sure you want my cock in your ass?"

"Mmm, yeah.  Real sure.  I've been dreaming of having that big monster in my ass since I first saw you staring at me across the bar down in Houston."

"That long huh?  Well I guess I better not make you wait any longer."  He gently pushed her forward and reached down to raise one of her legs up.  From that position he had easy access to her tight puckered hole and he pressed the head of his cock against her ass.  She released his cock and put both hands on the shower wall.

"Yeah, fuck my ass.  Fuck me good.  Make me scream as you shove your cock up my ass.  Come on, fuck me.  Fuck me.  Fuck my ass now!"

Her words pushed him forward and he felt the head of his cock slid into her dark hole.  She was tight and very hot and obviously knew what she was doing.  She pushed back, forcing more of his cock into her ass.  Together they worked his cock deeper and deeper until she had taken the entire length of his shaft.  They both stopped and held still for a moment.  

"Are you ready?"  He asked gently.

"Yeah, God you're big.  It feels so good, my ass feels so full.  Not many men fill me up like this.  Come on fuck me.  Fuck my ass."

He pulled out just a little and then pushed back in.  The next stroke was a little longer and then another longer stroke.  They got into a rhythm and he fucked her, slow by steady for a long time.

"Will you be able to cum again?"  Trisha asked as she felt her own orgasm building inside her pussy.

"I think so."  Mark grunted.

"Then rub my clit.  I want to cum with you.  I want to cum when you shoot your load into my ass."

He reached around and slid his hand down her stomach over her soft mound until he found her pussy.  His fingers found her clit and he gently pinched it.

"Oh, fuck yeah,  fuck my ass and play with my clit.  Mmmm, so good, so good.  Fuck!  Fuck!"

He sped up his tempo, pounding into her harder and harder.  They were both close.  She grabbed his free hand and pulled it to her mouth, sucking his finger between her lips and letting her tongue swath over it.  

He pounded his cock into her, taking long full strokes.  With each thrust his hips slapped her ass cheeks and made them jiggle deliciously.  Suddenly he felt his cock swell and then erupt into her ass.  She felt it too and bit his finger hard as her own orgasm sent electric spasms through her body.  They stayed there, him clinging to her, exhausted and spent.  She gently sucking his finger and moaning softly as his cock softened and slipped from her ass.

She turned and, letting his finger slip from her mouth, kissed him lovingly on the lips.  "So are you frightened off yet?"  She asked solemnly.

"Why would I be frightened?  You are the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world."

"Most men find me ... intense."

"Well you are intense, but that's good.  The one thing my wife lacks is your ... intensity."

"You married a vanilla?  You don't strike me as that type."

"Well outside the bedroom she is a little hellion.  She can explode in an instant, but then she usually calms down.  But in the bedroom it's like she is holding back.  Like she is afraid to let her feelings show."

"Damn that would suck."

"Yeah, but I love her.  I don't want to lose her, but I can't give you up either."

"You may have to make a choice.  Or since you told her about us, you may not have a choice."

"I know."  He looked down.

She slapped him on the ass hard enough to sting.  "Get out of here and let me rinse my hair.  I want you to take me to dinner in a nice intimate restaurant."

"You're on."  He forced himself to match her smile.  If he had to lose Linda at least he had Trisha, for now.  He wondered how long before she tired of him and the thought made his eyebrows knit together.

Trisha joined him after she dried and styled her hair.  He watched her dress, marveling at the pure sexuality that exuded from her every movement.  Damn, no wonder he couldn't resist her.  He doubted that any man could.  And from the way she talked during sex, he doubted many had to.

At the restaurant they were seated at a small table in a corner, isolated from the other guests and with low sedate lighting.  After ordering drinks and an appetizer Mark sat gazing across the table at Trisha.  

"You are so beautiful."

"Tell me about your wife."  Trisha matched his gaze intently.

He hesitated and Trisha reached out and took his hand.

"Are you sure you want me to talk about her?"  He asked.

"Yeah, if there is a chance I'll lose you to her, then I want to know what I'm competing with."

"You have a unique way of looking at the world."

"Thank you."

He smiled at her and paused.  Looking down he tried to start.  "She is beautiful."  He faltered.

"It's okay, Mark."

"I'm sorry Trisha.  It's, it's hard to talk about her right now.  Guess I'm feeling real guilty."

"Here, let me tell you my story first."

"Thanks."   Mark looked up at her.  Damn for such a little hellion in bed, she was the sweetest and kindest woman he'd ever known.

"Well, My mom had me when she was fifteen.  Her parents wanted her to get an abortion, but she wouldn't so they kicked her out.  My father disappeared as soon as he found out she was pregnant so she had no where to turn.  Some slime ball found her and made her whore for him for a couple of years but when she was seventeen she met a nice older man who helped us get away from her pimp.  He supported her for a while and helped her get her GED and then get into college.  She got a scholarship aimed at helping single moms go to school and finished college.  While I was growing up, she was too.  In college she was wild, sometimes having two or three guys have sex with her at once.  I was only six then but she let me watch and told me all about the sex.  She never let the guys molest me though, but she let me see their cocks and told me how she loved sex.  Not just with boys either.  She had lots of girlfriends and she told me about lesbian sex."  Trisha paused and looked at Mark with fear and hope brimming in her eyes.

He looked back over at her.  His eyes were wide but not harsh or condemning.  He noticed her pause and squeezed her hand.

"Don't be sorry for me.  My mother loved me.  Still loves me, but now she is having a hard time.  Anyway, as I grew up mom and I were very close.  I started having sex when I was fifteen, but mom made sure I was on the pill and that I knew how to protect myself.  One day when I was sixteen, mom's latest boyfriend of the week got mad and left.  He'd found out that mom was having sex with other men and got real mad.  Anyway, mom was really bummed out by it and so I sat on the couch and held her.  I don't know why but we kissed and then it went farther.  My mom and I made love to each other for a long time.  After that it became a regular thing."  Trisha stopped talking and looked over at Mark.  "We loved each other and we loved pleasing each other.  Do you think it was wrong?"

Mark looked into her eyes and realized that right now was a crossroads for their relationship.  If he condemned her, he would lose her and, worse, he would hurt her.  He couldn't do that.  Besides who was he to judge what went on between her and her mother.

"I can't tell you if it was wrong or not, Trisha.  Only you and your mom can answer that question.  But it certainly doesn't make me love you any less."

"Thank you Mark."  She looked up at him and smiled, then took a deep breath.  "This went on for about a year.  Mom had stopped seeing other people completely.  That last guy had really hurt her.  When she met the guy she ended up marrying, she stopped making love to me and she wouldn't date any other guy.  I could tell she was really in love but she wouldn't tell me his name or anything about him.  Then one day she talked to me.  She told me she was sorry for what she'd done and she felt like I shouldn't live with her anymore.  I was graduating that spring and she arranged for me to to college in Houston and to live in the dorms year round.  She wouldn't even let me go to the wedding.  She and I have talked a couple of times, but she is always nervous.  She sends me money and cards that say she loves me.  But she is ashamed of me and what we did."

"Trisha, I'm sorry.  She's wrong you know.  If the guy can't accept who she was then how can he love who she is?"

"Well it may be a mute point.  When I talked to her this morning she was crying.  The bastard cheated on her.  She gave up her swinging lifestyle to please him and then he goes and has an affair."

Marks face turned red.

"Oh, sorry, Mark."  She blushed.  "I guess, I'm kinda a hypocrite huh."

"It's alright.  What I did was wrong, and, just like him, I'm a bastard for hurting Linda."

Trisha's face went pale and she coughed.  Her eyes were wide and she looked around nervously.

"Did you say Linda?"

"Yeah.  My wife, Linda."  Mark frowned at Trisha's reaction.

"Oh fuck, Mark.  Not Linda McKenna."  Her eyes were desperate.

"Yeah, Linda McKenna, how do you know her?  Oh, shit!"  Now it was Mark who felt like a deer in headlamps.  "Shit! She's your mother!  But you're last name isn't McKenna."

"No, I was adopted by the man I told you about.  The guy who helped mom get straightened out.  So I took his last name.  Fuck Mark what are we going to do.  She'll kill us both."

"She might, but I won't lie to her.  And who knows."  He thought for a few seconds about what Trisha had told him.  "Your story makes a lot of sense now.  Let me tell you about my wife."

"My mother?"

"Yeah, but not really.  From what you told me, she tried to change because she loved me and she was afraid of losing me."

"That's how I read it.  She was ashamed of me and didn't want her new boyfriend, uh I mean you, to know what she was."

"Not ashamed of you.  She was ashamed of herself and she was scared."  Mark took a deep breath.  "Since I met your mom, she has always held back during sex, but I could never get her to talk about it.  I could feel the passion there, but she wouldn't show it.  Honestly I thought she had been molested as a child.  Now I think I understand."

The waiter interrupted with their appetizer and they ordered their food.  For the rest of the meal they talked about Linda and how they were going to handle her.  By the time they were ready to leave they both felt better.  Now it was all up to Linda.  They drove back to the hotel.  As they got out of the car, Trisha stopped him.  

"Mark, just tell me one thing.  Tell me that no matter what happens with mom, that you won't abandon me.  I need you and I need you to love me."

Mark took her in his arms and held her gently.  "No matter what, we'll have each other."

Inside the hotel room the message light was flashing on the phone.  It was from Linda.

"Call me," was all the message said and then she'd hung up.  Her voice was ice cold and full of anger and hurt, but under that was something else, something Mark thought he now understood.

Mark looked over at Trisha and raised his eyebrows.  "Here goes."

"Just be yourself.  You'll do fine."  She said and then kissed him gently on the cheek.

As Trisha began to pack her bags, he dialed the number and waited.

"Hello."

"Hello Linda.  It's me Mark."

"Oh Mark, Can we talk?"

"Yes ... Linda, I think we have a lot to talk about.  It's more than this you know.  I love you Linda.  I love you more than I can say."

"Enough to be faithful?"  Her words held a cutting bite that stung even through the phone.

"Enough to not ever give up on you.  Enough to show you that you don't have to be anything but yourself for me."

"You don't even know who I am!  Is that why you cheated on me?"

Mark was quiet, he didn't know what to say.

Finally Linda spoke again.  "I'm sorry, I ..."

"No Linda.  It was my fault.  What I did was wrong.  I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you."

"Are you coming home?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes, please, oh God, Mark, I need you so badly.  Please come home.  I forgive you, please forgive me."

"Oh Linda, I love you so much.  You did nothing wrong.  I love you and I'll be home soon."

He hung up the phone.  "Okay, Trisha, now your turn."

Trisha picked up the phone and dialed the number.  "Mom, mom it's me Trisha."

"Trisha!  Are you okay?"

"Yeah Mom, I need to see you tonight.  Mom please don't turn me away.  Something has happened."

"What is it baby, what's happened?"

"I can't tell you on the phone.  I'm coming over.  Please let me in."

"Trisha, this isn't a good time, baby.  You know I love you, but this is really bad timing."

"Mom, please ... Don't throw me away, please."  Trisha was almost ready to cry.

"Okay, baby, okay, come home."

"I love you mom.  I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

Trisha hung up the phone and smiled at Mark.  He picked up her bag and carried it to her car.

"I'll give you thirty minutes to talk to her, then I'll show up.  I've got to check out anyway.  Of course we may both be sleeping in the car tonight, but if so then we'll get our own place tomorrow."

"I hope it works out better than that.  I hate sleeping in cars.  It makes getting my pussy eaten so hard."

"You nasty girl!  Go on.  I love you."  He pulled her to him and kissed her softly on the lips.

She sucked his lip into her mouth and let her tongue explore it, savoring the raw coppery taste where she had bitten him earlier.  The she pulled back.  "I love you too.  Wish me luck."

"Good luck."

Traffic was light and it only took a few minutes for Trisha to get to the house.  She parked in front and took a deep breath then looked down at her clothes.  She'd dressed up to go out to eat and she was still wearing the same dress.  She had to admit that she looked good in it, but now she wondered if she should have changed.  Oh well, she thought, as she got out of the car and walked up to the door.

It opened before she rang the doorbell.  Linda stood there, in a ratty t-shirt and saggy blue-jeans.  Her eyes were red with large bags under them.  She looked like hell but still had a solid beauty.

"Hi mom."

"Hi Trisha."  Linda looked up and down the street and then stepped back, letting Trisha into the entryway.

"Mom, we need to talk."

"I know baby, but this is really a bad time.  Can I call you tomorrow?  We'll meet somewhere and have lunch."  Linda brushed at her hair.  "Besides I look really bad and I need to look good."

"Let me help you do your hair then.  We can talk while we do it."  Trisha reached up and touched her mom's face.  "I love you mom, but if you send me away, I won't come back."

Linda looked at her daughter.  Her world was falling apart.  She was losing her husband, and her daughter, and she feared, her mind.  Her shoulder's slumped and and she dropped her head into her daughter's hand for a moment, nuzzling it for a few seconds.  Then she made a decision and raised her head.  "I won't send you away.  It's time for Mark to know the truth anyway.  Living a lie was tearing me apart."

Trisha smiled at her mother.  "Come on then, let me fix your hair, and we'll put on some makeup.  We still have a little time."

Linda wondered what Trisha meant by that, but then her daughter pushed her toward the bathroom and forcefully sat her down in front of the mirror to fix her hair.  It didn't take long and next Trisha worked on her makeup.  When she was done, she looked at her mom.  

"This won't do.  We've got to get you some sexy clothes.  You used to have some really hot outfits, do you still have any of them?"

"I threw all that stuff out before I married."

"Then we'll just have to make do with what you have."

Trisha was appalled by her mother's wardrobe and finally gave up.  "Hold on, I've got a few things in my bag that will fit you."  She rushed out of the house to grab her bag.  Mark would be there any minute.  She grabbed her duffel and jogged into the house.  Linda was picking out a white, high collared blouse and Trisha laughed.

"Mom, you don't want to wear that!"  She threw her duffel on the bed and dug into it.  "Here, wear this one.  No, wait take off your bra too."

Linda turned around and nervously unfastened her bra.  Trisha watched her and decided to make her move.  She slipped up behind Linda and touched her bare shoulders.

"You are still very beautiful."

Linda looked over her shoulder.  "Thanks."

Trisha let one hand slide down and then forward under Linda's arm, caressing her mom's belly.

"No Trisha, don't."  Linda's voice wasn't convincing and she leaned back into her daughter.  

Trisha gently kissed her mother's neck.  Not the kiss of a child, but the kiss of a lover and she felt Linda stiffen and then relax.  Trisha's hand slid up from her mom's soft belly to cup her breast, gently rubbing her nibble with her thumb.

"No, baby, no, this isn't right."

"But you like it mother.  And I like it too.  Why is it wrong, when it makes us feel so good?"

"It's just wrong, baby."

Trisha pinched Linda's nipple and Linda moaned softly.

"Mark would never love me if he knew what we'd done."

"Have you tried him?  He loves you very much and he is a better man than you give him credit for."  Trisha slid her other hand around her mom and down inside her mom's blue jeans.

"Yes, he is, but, this is wrong.  Baby, please stop.  Oh God, that feels so good."

"Yes, you like it.  Let it go, be yourself, mom.  I love you."  Trisha unbuttoned her mom's blue jeans and let them slip down off her hips.  Linda was wearing a very functional pair of white cotton panties.  

Trisha clucked, "Oh mom, you wouldn't have ever worn those before, why now?  Do you think Mark wanted to marry your grandmother?"  She slid her hand inside the elastic and pushed the panties down.

Linda kicked out of the blue jeans and panties and made no move to stop her daughter.  It'd been so long since she had been loved, two weeks without Mark and then this weekend of hell.  She knew she should stop her daughter, but it felt so good.  

Trisha rubbed her mother's lightly furred mound, teasing her.  She could feel her mother's heat and knew that Linda was powerless to stop her now.

"I want to taste you pussy, mother.  I want to taste your juice and feel you cum on my mouth.  I'm gonna fuck you, mother, and I'm gonna make you cum."  Trisha kissed Linda's neck, sucking on her soft skin.

"No, baby, this is so wrong.  Please stop.  Please."

"No mother, I'm not gonna stop."  Trisha stepped around her mother and knelt in front of her.  Her eyes were even with Linda's pussy, gaping open and glistening wet.  Trisha leaned forward and let her tongue explore her mother's sweet sex, so long familiar, but nearly forgotten.




Like Mother Like Daughter



Linda gasped and dropped her hands to Trisha's head, pushing her in tighter.  "Oh, oh, oh."  She shook in the throws of pre-orgasm as Trisha sucked her clit between her teeth and gently bit her.

"Oh God Trisha, you are so good.  Mark is great, but you are better than him."  Linda's own words seemed to shock her out of the moment and she stiffened.  "No Trisha, no, this is wrong.  Stop.  You have to stop."  Her voice faded into a whine as Trisha continued to suck her pussy.

"Why is it wrong?"

The sound of Mark's voice spun Linda around.  He stood in the doorway, not upset but smiling.  How long had he been there?  She wondered.  Did it matter?  There was no way he could mistake what was happening, but at least he didn't know it was her own daughter.  Did that matter?  She was a slut and now he knew it.  He'd walk out and go back to his new bitch.  

"Mark, oh God, Mark, no!"

"Why is it wrong for you to love your daughter?  Answer me.  Tell me why."   Mark seemed firm but not angry.

Linda was confused and disoriented.  He knows she is my daughter.  And Trisha seemed to know Mark.  Something was wrong here.  Linda felt like she was looking at a jigsaw puzzle with just a few of the pieces missing.  She could almost see the picture, but it still eluded her.

"Mark, it's not ..."

"Why can't you answer me?"

"What?  I, I don't ..."

"Why is it wrong for you to love your daughter?"

Linda looked down at Trisha, kneeling there and her heart swelled.  She did love her daughter.  Loving her daughter wasn't wrong.

"It's not wrong to love my daughter.  Mark?"

"Then why have you hidden your love?  Why wouldn't you tell me about her?  What are you ashamed of?"

It was too much and Linda collapsed onto the floor, sobbing.  Trisha and Mark both rushed to lift her and carried her to the bed.  They both sat beside her and Mark took her into his arms and held her gently.

"It's okay.  It's okay.  We're here."  Mark whispered into her ear as he held her and gently rocked.

She wept for a long time.  All of the last two years, the hurt, the fear, the shame flowed out of her.  When she finally was able to speak she looked up at Mark and then over at Trisha.  "So will one of you tell me what the hell is going on here."

"I have a better idea.  Let's show her what is going on.  What do you think Trisha?"

"Sounds good to me."  Trisha leaned down and licked one of Linda's nipples, sucking it gently into her mouth. 

Mark laid Linda back on the bed and kissed her lips softly, pressing his tongue between her open lips and letting it explore her mouth.  Sighing and closing her eyes, she lost herself in his kiss.  Moving lower, Trisha kissed her way down to her mother's pussy and this time Linda didn't object.  Instead she spread her legs inviting her daughter to make love to her.  Mark's hand went to Linda's breast and he gently cupped her soft flesh, softly rubbing her nipple as he continued his passionate kiss.  

Linda moaned softly and put a hand on each of her lover's heads, holding them to her, Mark to her mouth and her daughter to her pussy.  Her body quaked with lustful anticipation as she gave in to the erotic pleasure of the moment.  Mark finally broke the kiss and smiled at her lovingly.  She stared hesitantly into his eyes, praying that she would not see disgust or anger.  She found only love and acceptance and it set her soul free.

Trisha looked up at her mother's face and then turned her eyes to Mark.  "You should take your clothes off too, Mark.  I've just about got her sweet pussy warmed up for you and I can't wait to see your big cock fucking her.  I want to suck her juice from your cock then eat your cum from her pussy while you fuck me."

Linda's eyes went wide.  She looked up at Mark and then at Trisha.  A smile limped onto her face and then grew into a grin as understanding flooded her mind.  "Trisha?  Trisha is who you met in Houston?  Oh God!"  She looked back and forth between them, both watching her carefully.  Suddenly her head swam and confusion threatened to consume her.  Her daughter leaned down and licked her pussy again, sucking her clit into her mouth and the feeling was so intoxicating.  The world seemed to slow down, and yet everything was going so fast.

Mark removed his shirt and then his slacks and briefs.  He leaned forward, offering his cock to her mouth.  She leaned forward and licked the head of his cock.  The taste was only very slightly salty and had an intoxicating muskiness to it that overwhelmed her.  She sucked his cock into her mouth, taking it as deep as she could.

"Mmm, God mom, that is so sexy.  Suck his beautiful cock."  Trisha had stopped licking for a moment and was watching her mother.

Mark put his hand on the back of Linda's head and began to fuck her mouth slowly.  He looked down at Trisha with a smile.

"Do you like seeing your mother suck my cock?  I love seeing you eat her pussy.  Get your mouth back to work, warm that pussy up for me.  I'm gonna fuck your mother while you watch.  I'm gonna cum in her pussy and make you lick my cock clean.  Do you like that?"

"Oh fuck yeah.  I want to watch you slide that big cock into mom's pussy.  I want to touch it while you fuck her.  I want to lick it and taste her on your cock."

Linda couldn't believe what was happening but she'd been hiding her sexuality for too long.  Now it blossomed.  She felt Trisha's mouth on her pussy again.  Thrilled in the expert licking that her daughter was giving her.  Tasted Mark's cock in her mouth.  Smelled the musky odor of his sex.  An orgasm started to build inside her.  It had been so long since she'd felt one, since she had allowed herself to feel one.  She relaxed, letting the spark between her legs grow into a raging fire.  Sucking furiously on Marks cock, she ground her hips up and into Trisha's face.  All her inhibitions of the last year drained away and for the first time in many months she truly felt liberated.

Mark and Trisha both noticed the change.  Increasing his tempo, Mark thrust deeper and deeper into Linda's mouth.  He could feel his balls tightening, swelling with spunk, and he knew that he would blow his load soon.  He looked down at Trisha.  She had both hands on her mother's ass cheeks, holding her pussy to her face, and sucking enthusiastically.

Should I cum in her mouth or hold back for her pussy?"  Mark asked Trisha.

"Come over here and fuck her right now.  I want to eat your cum from her pussy."  Trisha slid farther up on the bed, giving Mark room between Linda's legs.

He didn't hesitate, he pulled his cock from Linda's mouth and climbed up on the bed, positioning himself between her legs.  Linda moaned a little at the loss of his cock but then smiled.  

"Trisha, you should take  your clothes off too.  Sit on my face while he fucks me."

"Yes mom."  Trisha tried to make it sound like a teenager who'd just been told to take out the trash, but her smile and bright eyes gave her away.  She quickly stripped as Mark pushed his cock into his wife's pussy.

While Mark fucked Linda, slow and easy, Trisha, now naked, straddled her mom's face and lowered her pussy to Linda's eager tongue.  Linda attacked Trisha's dripping pussy, lapping and sucking it feverishly.  Mark increased his tempo, trying to match his energy to his wife's.  His strokes became stronger, harder, and he lifted Linda's legs up to give him better access.  

"Oh yeah, fuck.  Mmm, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.  God, Mark, look how much mom likes eating my pussy.  She's as good as you are.  Damn she makes my cunt feel so good!"

Trisha's dirty talk sent him over the edge and Mark came deep into Linda's wet pussy.  The feel of his seed filling her hole sent Linda over the edge an she screamed her orgasm into Trisha's pussy.  Mark went rigid as he shot stream after stream of hot cum into his wife's sex.  Linda bucked up and down on his cock but Trisha kept her mother's head firmly between her thighs.

Finally Mark was spent and he rocked back just enough to slip his softening cock from Linda's hole.  It gleamed from the mixture of his cum and Linda's juices on it and Trisha smiled wolfishly as she dropped forward and engulfed his cock in her mouth.  She sucked and licked his cock clean and then dove her head down between her mother's sticky thighs to lap and suck the cum and pussy juice from her mother's messy sex.  Linda had stopped eating Trisha during her orgasm, but now she started in again.  Reaching around her daughter's waist she lifted herself back up to Trisha's dripping pussy.  

Mark watched his two lovers sixty-nine for a while and found that his cock was again growing hard, so he moved to the head of the bed and knelt behind Trisha.  Linda smiled up at him and reached up to take a hold of his shaft.

"Fuck her, Mark.  Put that big cock of yours in my daughter's pussy and give her the pounding of her life."  She guided his cock to Trisha's hole and watched intently as it slid inside.

Mark held still for a moment with his cock buried to the hilt in Trisha's hole.  It felt so good, so tight, so right.  Then he started to slowly piston his cock in and out of her.  Linda raised her head and laved her tongue along the bottom of his shaft as he withdrew and then allowed him to push her mouth up and onto Trisha's clit as he thrust back in.  Trisha raised her head and moaned loudly as they fucked her then pushed her mouth down onto Linda's slit and resumed licking her sticky treasure from her mother's hole.

It didn't take long before Mark was again ready to cum.  He tensed up and felt his balls surge as he unloaded into Trisha's willing pussy.  Linda saw him tense and pressed her mouth over Trisha's pussy lips, sucking and licking to get a taste of Mark's virile gift.  

Finally the three of them collapsed on the bed, Mark on one side of Linda and Trisha on the other.  They cuddled and talked for the rest of the night, taking turns making love to each other and sometimes all three of them making love at once.  From all the pain and heartache of the last two days, rose, like a phoenix, a new love and a beautiful relationship that they all treasured.  All Mark could think of as he lay next to his lovers.  

"Like mother, like daughter!"



Like Mother Like Daughter



My boyfriend and I have kept masturbation a major part of our sex life. We have both been doing it... well, let's just say it's been a while. We take turns telling each other stories to add to the mood, some real, some fantasy. During a recent session, it was my turn to tell the story. Asking him what he'd like to hear, he asked about my first time I gave myself an orgasm. I had never brought up the subject oddly enough with him and was a little reluctant to tell the tale. After a bit of coaxing I gave in. 

It begins few years ago when I was eighteen. I was a very late bloomer. I didn't give sex much of a thought really. I have a pretty open family and knew about 'the birds and the bees' and the basic mechanics, plus my parents openly displayed their affection for each other without shame. It was early summer and typical of South Florida, hot in the day and sticky at night.

I was the only one up in the house. I couldn't sleep because the air conditioner died that morning. The windows were opened and lights turned out and I had the fans running for all the good it did. They simply served to push the hot, muggy air around the room. My long t-shirt stuck to my sweaty body.

I had stayed up late to finish watching my favorite show, Farscape. (What can I tell you I'm a geek.) Anyway, my parents went to bed early, because my father had an early flight to catch for a business trip. My brother left shortly after since he had to work in the morning. When My show ended, I turned off the T.V and grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen,. 

I made my way down the hall toward my room. I had to pass my parent's room on the way and noticed the hall was filled with a dim glowing light from the television in my parent's room. The door was pulled almost closed, but was cracked open slightly. The light emanated from the thin space between the door ant the jamb. I was about to say goodnight, but suddenly heard a noise from the room. I caught myself at the sound of my mother's quiet moaning. Curiously, I stopped and peered through the cracked door. It was opened just enough to see into the room without being noticed.

I could see my parents in the flickering light of the television in the room. Their naked body's writhed together. I couldn't make out one from the other, but it was obvious what was happening. My initial reaction was to turn away and go back to my room, but something inside me kept me there. There was a strange feeling building in the pit of my stomach. It was a sensation of excitement of the taboo and something else that moved deeper. There was a tingle building in between my legs and I wanted to feel more.

My father rolled onto his back and my mother straddled his waist. She laid her hands on his chest and began shifting her hips. Gyrating slowly, she built up momentum until she was desperately riding him. My mother clawed at my father's chest. She hissed out in a long drawn out breath. Her body shook violently moments later, with my father grunting and jerking his hips into her. They held each other for a moment, and I used that as my chance to quietly go to my room. 

As soon as I closed the door to my room, I stripped my sweaty t-shirt and sticky panties and threw them to the floor. I jumped into bed eager to ease the fire that burned in me. My mind was swimming with visions of my parents fit bodies intertwined. My fingers easily slipped right past my pussy lips and into my slick cunt. I gasped when my index finger pushed into the tight hole. With my free hand I played with my tits and nipples. I barely knew what I was doing, as I fumbled with my pussy. I could feel my arousal growing more and more as I rubbed and poked and pulled. Eventually after about thirty minutes, I fell asleep sweaty and frustrated. 

When morning came, I awoke to an empty house. It was late morning and already mercilessly hot. I grabbed some breakfast and then decided to go for a swim. I was going to my room to put my bikini on when I had a naughty thought. The pool is completely private and no one was set to come home for a while; why not swim naked? I'd never done anything close to this and I was feeling very sexy. Making my way to the pool, I instinctively looked around the patio to make sure no one could see. 

I slipped into the pool. The cool water felt delicious on my skin. It was the perfect temperature on such a hot morning. I plunged my head under the water and then pushed off the edge toward the deep end of the pool. As the water slipped over my naked body, I felt an entirely new sensation that made my heart quicken and my pussy tingle. When I reached the other side of the pool, I surfaced and grabbed the edge and threw my arms up to hold my head and shoulders above the water since I could not touch the bottom. I closed my eyes and took in the feel of the water currents wafting across my skin. I was getting turned on and feeling very relaxed, when I was startled by the pool filter kicking on and a jet of water shooting into my pelvis. I didn't realize that I was hanging in front of one of the water outlets in the pool wall. 

The water rushed into my hip, and I had a naughty thought. I slid to the side, centering my mound directly in front of the jet. I had reached a hand down to one of my small breasts and rubbed the nipple as the water streamed onto my shaved pussy and making me squirm. I was now beyond turned on. I know this is cliché, but the feeling was electrifying. The familiar sensation I had experienced the night before as I watched my parents had returned between my legs. My eyes were closed tightly and I was tugging at my nipple. Breathing heavily, I felt something building within me again. It was something I knew could overwhelm me, but that never quite made it. I suspected that it might be an orgasm coming on, but I had never felt one, so I wasn't sure. I readjusted my body in front of the jet, trying to force the impending climax, but it was to no avail. 

Frustrated I quickly swam back to the shallow end to sit on the steps. Still half immersed to my waist, I spread my legs and buried my finger into my virgin hole. I was a little sore from my late night session, but I was determined to make myself cum. I still couldn't coax the release. I was withdrawing my finger from my pussy when I brushed my hand over the hood of my swollen clit and my body wrenched for a split second. The stimulation was almost painful, but it also felt very good. I gently brushed it again, and had the same reaction. I experimented rubbing around my sensitive bud, until I found the perfect spot and knew I was onto something. I was getting into a rhythm and unconsciously began moaning quietly, the climax building in me. 

Nearly at the point of no return, I realized I was making too much noise to do this outside. I hurried into the small bathroom we had off the pool area and dried myself swiftly, then ran to my bedroom. Jumping into my bed, I was so excited that I was light headed. I picked up where I left off in the pool and soon felt like I was staring over the side of a precipice and about to jump off. The next second I was awash in a flood of colors that I could see with closed eyes. My hips lifted off the bed and bucked as my finger flew over my clit of it's own volition. The only sound was the pounding of my heart, which was then broken by a piercing cry I barely perceived as coming from me. I was utterly alone at that moment. Nothing else mattered but the orgasm overtaking me. 

The world slowly began filtering in again. My taut body eased and settled back to Earth. Pearls of sweat trickled over my soft skin and the smell of my sex filled the humid air of the room. I could feel that my sheets under my ass were soaked with my sweat and climactic spirits. With a finger still tracing circles around my sopping quim, I lay there recovering. I could only assume that my heavy lidded eyes gave me a drugged appearance.

And then I was horrified to suddenly see motion out of the corner of my eye. My mother stood at the far end of the hall opposite my bedroom door. She now stopped in her tracks, mouth gaping and staring at me lying there, fingers embedded in my snatch. I was frozen as well. Finally she averted her eyes and walked away repeating, "I'm sorry. Oh, I'm sorry." Mortified I rolled of the bed and landed on my knees, reached across the floor to the door and slammed it shut. I then set there several minutes trying to think of what to do. "How could this happen? This is just my luck", I thought. 

After about an hour, I cracked the door to peek out to see if the coast was clear and crept to the bathroom. I showered off and then sequestered myself in my room. Humiliated, I sat on my bed silently. I could not face my mother. A few hours later, she lightly knocked at the door, " Honey, I ordered pizza if your hungry", she said timidly. I was starving by now, but still, I couldn't go out there. " No thank you. " I said through the closed door. 

She appealed, "Come on sweetie, you can't stay in there for ever. This isn't the end of the world. It's just part of growing up. You're not the only one that does that." I sat there about to break into tears. "It's not that...at least not all!"

"Then what is it?" I didn't answer. She opened the door and stuck her head in. I turned my back to the door and started sobbing. 

Mom sat next to me and put her arm around me, "Aw sweetie, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I know what happened was awkward, but it's OK. I would much rather you doing this than having sex like other girls your age." Then she gently kissed me on the forehead.

My tears subsided and I hugged her back. "You don't have to worry about that, I'm smarter than that, but..." I hesitated. 'What Lysa? You know you can be open with me." 

"Well, this was the first time I even did that and I got caught." I said blushing and hiding my face in my mother's arm. I confided, "I didn't even know I was doing it right until you just walked in."

"I'm so sorry. It may sound strange, but I always assumed that you had been doing this for a while. I always believed in the special nature of first times and don't want to think that I ruined you first time for this. You should know that pleasing your self is OK with me. Don't let today stop you." She paused then continued, "After all how do you think I cope with your father being gone at work weeks at a time." 

I looked up feigning shock and now mom was the one blushing. We both giggled like little girls at the confession that m mother fingered herself. Right then I though of her in a different light. She had always been someone I could talk to, but we she was never one of those parents who try to be a "friend". She was definitely my mother. But now she was a sexual woman. I hadn't even thought that last night when I saw he riding my father. 

"Come on lets have something to eat." She said, and we went to the kitchen. The rest of the night we sat around and watched some movies on TV. The events of the day have now been forgotten. 

The following weekend I was sunning by the pool in a skimpy bikini. Mom was running some errands and my father was still away for another week. My brother had gone to the Keys with some friends. I was just thinking about my past week of masturbation sessions. I took my mothers' talk to heart and fingered myself every day since my first time. Now that I had started, I had a one-track mind and thought of nothing else but my own sexual pleasure. Not that I had anything else to preoccupy my time. 

Mom got home and announced her arrival, just in case. "I'm home honey!"

"I'm out by the pool mom!" 

"OK, I'll join you." 

She came out a few minutes later wearing what I think could have barely qualified as clothing in the vaguest sense. It was almost nothing. I squinted in the bright sun as she modeled it for me.

"Well? What do you think?" she asked smiling

"Damn mom. Where did you get that?" 

"What? Too tiny?"

"No...you look good." In fact she looked too good I thought. Both my parents are fit. Mom didn't work, so she spent most of her time keeping in shape. Unlike me she was also very shapely. Guys would check her out before they even gave me a thought. The nipples of her 42D breasts were barley covered and they bounced when she moved. The rest of her was toned and firm just where it had to be. I so wished I had her body. Just so I could be more curvy and carry larger that my 32B's. Mom's eyes ran up and down my body until I started feeling weird and asked if she could put some lotion on my back. 

I tensed at her first touch, then relaxed as she soothed the lotion onto my skin. I couldn't help but get turned on no matter how much I tried not to. He hands ran down into the small of my back then down onto my legs. Then she rubbed lotion onto the exposed parts of my ass cheeks. " We don't want you to burn down here." She cajoled. I had the distinct feeling she was purposefully lingering there. Then she said distractedly, "All done." "Thanks mom."

She took her place on the lounge next to me and after oiling herself up, put the sun blockers on her eyes and lay back with her arms up over her head. I lay on my stomach facing her. I surreptitiously open an eye just enough to see her. Mom's beautiful breasts settled perfectly and heaved slightly with each breath. I couldn't look away. 

Evening came and we had just finished dinner. It rained a little and the night air felt cool and a light breeze was blowing. We had gone out to the patio and mom made some pina coladas to sip while we dipped out feel in the pool. We made small talk and chatted, mother daughter kind of stuff. She wanted to know if why I hadn't had a boyfriend that they knew of yet. Honestly no one in my area I interested me and although I had friends, I just liked to keep to myself. I could see mom was getting distracted and she gulped the remainder of her drink. She got up and poured herself a glass of wine this time and continued asking me about my nonexistent love life. 

Two glasses later and she was; let's just say loose. "So sweetie...about the other day..."

I cut her off," Mom! Do we really have to talk about that again?!" She rebutted, "I'm just concerned. I never had someone to talk to about the details and want to make sure you don't hurt yourself. You even said it was your first time. Do you have any questions? After all, I went through the same thing you're going through now. I couldn't keep my hands off myself when I started masturbating and it took me a long time to know what to do." I hadn't thought about that. It made a weird kind of sense. 'Experimentation is all well and good, but as a young woman, you can't just go blindly. We're not like men in that regard. With them it's pretty straight forward what to do. But there's so much that we can do." She added.

The strangeness of the moment faded and I began listening intently to her sage advice. After a few minutes of trying to explain different aspects of our shared womanhood, she paused thoughtfully. Then with a new look of resolve, she grabbed my hand and led me into her bedroom. "You should see something." She said after one more swig of wine. I had an ever-growing sense of anxious curiosity as she fumbled though her closet and emerged with a leather bound case. At first I thought it was a large makeup kit.

"Do you trust me?" 

"Of course mom." No I was really intrigued. Why would she ask that? "This must be pretty good" I thought

She undid a strap that held the case closed and stopped just short of opening the case. She looked up at me again, "You remember how I said I have to take care of myself when your father's away, right?" I nodded quickly dying to know what was in the case. "Well this is how I do it." She finally opened the case.

As the lid hinged up, several shelves attached followed like in a toolbox. Surprised to now see the contents I blurted, "Oh my..." The inside of the box was line in red velvet. It was filled with various rubber sex toys, attachments actually. Each one was set in its own fitted place. The sides of the box folded down revealing more implements attached by small leather straps and on the bottom of the case was what looked like a gun. It was obvious that the toys could attach to the gun. Some of the toys were apparent what their use was, but others were a mystery to me. There were long rubber phalluses and varying sizes and shapes. Some had bumps on them and others were tapered and twisted. Of the enigmatic objects, there were flat disks with rubber bristles. Others appeared to be cups and other smooth balls arranged from small to impossibly large.

I took it all in and then looking up for my mother's approving nod, reached in and picked up one of the phalluses. With wide eyes I quietly examined the realistic rod in my hands. Mom just smiled, amused at my naiveté. "Cousin Christie gave this to me for a bachelorette gift. She knew I'd be alone a lot being married to a pilot. I had to ask her how to use a lot of the things in here and now I'm going to show you.'

A lump formed in my throat and my heart stopped. She must have noticed and assured me, "I'm just going to demonstrate, nothing more." I still felt hesitant. I mean, this was a little too much. My mom showing me how to use sex toys. I have to admit it turned me on as much as I tried for it not to. She took the toy from my hand and placed the case on the dresser. Then she nonchalantly undid her sarong. Her clothes pooled up at her feet and she kicked them aside. The invited me to strip. I could feel my juices beginning to run out of me and was embarrassed again.

"OK, take it at your own pace sweetie." She uttered then took out the 'gun' and one of the attachments. It was a bristled rubber wand about six inches long. She settled on the bed and plugged in the vibrator 'gun'. "First you need to know that there are times to be gentle and slow, and times to be quick and hard. You'll get a feel for what you like when. You should always start out slow. The more you build up to orgasm the better it is. I've always been sensitive on my nipples and under my breasts. I found that out early that it got me very hot. Later I learned that I could cum just by having them liked and nuzzled."

My mother carried on mater-of-factly, but with growing arousal. She laid the vibrator next to her on the bed and fondled her fleshy tits. Her nipples grew to points the size of my thumb. She pulled at each one pinching them between her fingers and cooing as she did. Then she kneaded each in turn and took then up to her mouth to lick. My inhibitions melted away quickly and I stripped off my clothes. 

I laid down next to my mother who watched me every step of the way as she continued to lick at her full bosom. "Take my lead. Trace around the areola until it stiffens." And I did. I compared my stiffening nipples to my mothers. Hers were darker and larger than mine were. She had breast fed my bother and me as infants so they were tougher. Mine on the other hand we a little puffy even when rigid and they were a light strawberry color. Like her, they were very sensitive. I happen to look up across the room to the large mirror on the dresser. The two of us were reflected side by side, both caressing our tits. I caught my mother's eyes looking back through the mirror at my lithe young body. She seemed to pay particular attention to my shaved, hairless pussy. I looked at her closely trimmed pussy. I could see that both our sex was glistening in the light. I for one could feel my own moisture trailing down into the crack of my ass.

Mom continued, "I can see that you're excited enough to move on to the next step. Once you grow wet, move down and take your time. You'll find different parts of your body can offer different pleasures." I followed her lead again sliding my hand onto my stomach, then pelvis. There she cupped her hand to cover most of her mound and lightly tapped at it. She moaned a little with each soft slap. Then she moved her hand lower and with both hands spread her labia.




Like Mother, Like Daughter



Just Married

(Four days after the wedding)

She was not the best looking girl that I had been with, but she was a catch. I liked her Greek/Mediterranean look, with her white pearly skin, her black her, dark brown eyes, thin eyebrows, and just the right amount of freckles to humanize her face. Her body was not bad at all either; she had a nice butt, a small waist, and fairly shaped legs. I would have loved for her to have bigger breasts, but they were okay like that. It is almost incredible to me that for a while, I reluctant to marry her, but now I realize that would have been the worst mistake of my life. Yeah, she may be bossy at times, a little whimsical, and even a little controlling, but what person doesn't have her defects? She has the perfect combination of a religious but open minded girl; a dominant but sweet woman; an introverted, but fun person. 

We had just arrived from a wonderful honeymoon. Even though it only lasted four days since I had a lot of responsibilities at work, I pretty much enjoyed it since sweet, passionate, and kinky sex was pretty much what it consisted of. It was a huge relief for my, since I had been in chastity with only a couple of releases a week for the last four months with. Also it was almost a month since the last time I have had an orgasm, but it was worth it. My beautiful brunette wife Olga was the perfect keyholder. She knew exactly what was she doing when she asked me to wear the CB-2000 during our engagement period. She managed for my desire to bulk up and granted me not only the best orgasms of my life, but also to have a mental and emotional connection with her, a connection I didn't ever think I would be able to have with anyone. 

As we just got our luggage, we saw at a distance her family to greet us. I could see the look of complete satisfaction in my wife and her face of excitement form the honeymoon as we got closer to our parents. I have always been close to my parents, ever since I moved out for college I never seen them that often since I live on another city now. As we got there, all of them hugged us and said nice things to us, and when it was time for me to salute her mother Zarah I gave her a light hug. I have never really liked her; I always thought she was very intrusive with our relationship. I guess that is just natural since she had lost her husband a couple of years ago, and now her two daughters are the only thing she has in the world. Although she frequently expressed the opposite, I was pretty sure she didn´t think that well of me either. After greeting the both of us she asked Olga to accompany her to the bathroom. They must have been in there like for twenty minutes when my now mother came out. She had a similar cut to Olga, but with without the freckles, some twenty extra ponds and a few wrinkles on her face; however, at 52 years old she still was a good-looking woman. Her neck short hair and red glasses helped her to look more elegant. Anyway, a few seconds after her, Olga came out; I was surprised to see a change in her face expression and mood. A few minutes ago she looked like a happy cheerful kid, and now like a determined serious business executive. She just came to me grabbed my hand and said "let's go". I promptly went with her to our apartment.

The confession

(Eleven months before the wedding)

-"This is the one mom!" I am sure of it. 

-"Are you sure my dear? I am not quite certain a guy like Jerry is what you are looking for."

-"Sure he is mom, he is handsome, smart, fun, and he is very successful"

-"That is exactly what I mean dear. Yeah, of course all of those are desirable traits, but a man with those characteristics usually tends to act for their own, disrespect his wife, and even cheat. Don't you remember what happened with your dad? Besides, I don't think a doctor would have that much time for you.

-I know mom, but he is only twenty-eight and he is a dermatologist. In a couple of years, or less, when he is more renowned, he will put his own office and manage his schedule. As for the other part, I have you. You can help me to avoid something like what happened with dad at the beginning of your marriage.

-"Yes Olga, but that was different, I was already married with your dad that when all that happened and he was almost fifteen years older than me, he knew he was not getting someone else at that point. He had no choice"

-"I know... maybe you are right mom. It is just that... I love him!"

-"Really dear? You have only been together for a little over a year."

-"Yes mom, I have never felt like that about anyone before"

-"Well does he share your feelings?"

-"I guess so; he always says he loves me, and is very caring for me, but lately I have been feeling him a little bit cold. I don't know."

-"Well you can never trust a man; he will tell you anything to get in your pants. By the way, have you had sex yet?"

-"No mom, I have followed your advice in that one. We have been intimate in other ways, but he has never actually penetrated me. I have told him about my religious views and he has respected them so far."

-"Well that says a lot about him; maybe you are not wrong about he being the one. But we have to do something about that 'coldness' you have mentioned. We need for him to be certain of his feelings toward you. "

-"Well, but how can we do that mom?

-"Ha-ha, do not have the experience with men that I do darling. In no time, he will be begging you to marry him, you'll see. Now pay attention..."

Start of a new life 

(Two weeks after the wedding)

We have been still living in our apartment while our new house was being built. Our first couples of days as a married couple were good, the sex was great, we had good laughs but there was something that I had me concerned: Olga was starting to get a little to bossy and a little whimsical, and apart from that, she was always with her mother. They spend all day together when I was at work and talked on the phone every night. One night Zarah called when we were just about to start sex, and Olga actually answered, stopped me and started chatting with her. I could understand that they are very united, but this crossed the line. After she hung up (she talked for over half an hour!) I certainly complained about this with her:

-"Olga, what the fuck was that?"

-"What are you talking about?"

-"We were about to start sex, why did you take that call?

-"She is my mother Jerry, I will be there for her whenever she needs me. And watch that language. You don't get to talk to me like that ever, do you understand?" 

She said this with anger in her face and her index finger menacingly pointing at me. This caused me to explode.

-"Yeah! But that was me and you time. You could have called her later. And don't you point that finger like that to me like you are my boss. You are my wife, and you will respect me!"

I was just finishing my statement when I suddenly felt Olga´s hand palm making a stinging contact with my left cheek. I just stood there in shock of what had happened.

-"Don't you dare, talking to me like that ever again!" she yelled. 

With her finger pointing at me again she continued.

"I will talk to my mom whenever I want and YOUUU will respect Meeee, Do you understand?"

She turned around and left the room. After that, she completely ignored me for one week.

Inverse Psychology 

(Ten months before the wedding)

"Pay attention: you must first pussy-whip him make him believe you are a girl beyond his league, and then make him feel like he will lose you. People only realize that they truly love one when they can't be with them no more. That is when he will realize you are his one and only"

Those words my mother told me are stuck in my head like a song. A little over a year after we started I was sure that I wanted this man to be mine forever, so I decided to follow her advice. One night, we went to his apartment and I gave him the most amazing blowjob and did it for the first time. The next couple of weeks we repeated the procedure for almost every night. In bed I was a total slut; I focused completely on pleasing him and to fulfill all his fantasies, until one day I hit him with it: 

-"Honey, we need to talk..."

-"Ohh okay, Olga, what do you want to talk about?"

-"Well, there is no easy way to say this but... I think it would be best if stopped seeing each other for a while"

-"What? Why? What happened baby?

­-"It's not that something happened Jerry. Don't get me wrong, this past year has been great and you are a really good guy, but... I just don't see this relationship going anywhere. I think it would be better if we were just friends"

He just stood there wordless with a distorted face for a few seconds and then answered with insecurity in his voice:

-"But baby, I...ah... I thought you were happy. What do you mean you don't see this going nowhere?"

At this point I switched my attitude form the sensitive girl that didn't want to hurt him to a more cold fashion.

-"Look Jerry, I love you. But I can't be with you anymore. You are a great guy but you can´t offer what I want. It's that simple. I don't want to sound selfish but it is important for me to see for my life."

-"But Olga, please, don't ... "

His voice started breaking and his eyes started turning red. I continued.

-"I am truly sorry, I don't mean to hurt you. This is just not what I am looking for. 

-"Well what are you looking for baby?"

-"Well I need security Jerry. I have to stop fooling around, and even though I know I am still young, I want to start considering about settling down with someone, and I can't do that with a guy like you."

-"But, why not? You know I am financially stable. You know I would provide for you"

Then I answered him with a slight irritated and loud tone:

-"Well that's just it Jerry. It's good that you can provide with money, but there is more in a marriage than money. For starters, a man so busy as you would barely have time for me. And second, this past few months, you have treated me like a piece of shit. You always look me so inferior to you, you don't care for my needs, neither emotional nor sexual. It is everything about you. And we always fight Jerry, you always want to be in control. Well guess what I want to be in control of the relationship, I have the brains and the character for it, and if you can´t appreciate that, then I guess I should find someone that does. 

-"Honey, honey, please... If that is the problem please don't worry. You know you can talk to me. I love you; I would do anything for you. You know once I put my own office I will be able to handle my own schedule, I will always have time for you. I know I have been a little selfish, but I promise you, that is over, from now on it is about you. And as for the control thing, you can be the one that handle the reins in our relationship; I have no problem with that.

-"Do you mean that baby" My voice sweetened.

-"Yes dear"

We ended that conversation with a kiss and a hug and one month later, he proposed. 

The condition

(Three months before the wedding)

They both seem pretty excited as the wedding day gets closer. I had noticed a big change in Jerry´s attitude towards my daughter since she gave him that ultimatum. But that was just the first step. Although he accepted Olga´s leadership, Jerry is still a well hung, confident man that needs to be put on a leash. In my life experience, I have concluded that there are many ways to control a man, but the most effective one, is to control his cock. This is why I urged Olga, into talking him into male chastity. It was important that we knew if he was going to accept it before the wedding actually took place. 

She managed the situation in a genius way. She got him a plastic CB-2000 and right after a nice naked foreplay session (no sex) she blindfolded him and placed it in his penis. Obviously he was surprised. She told him that I thought that he didn't love her and was just trying to use her for sex and this would be a confirmation of his loyalty to her. Then she added they could make the best of it and use it as a kinky game. She would hold the key until the next time they saw each other and have amazing sex. She would of course take it off and assist in hygiene and any other necessary matter. He must have liked it because each time he allowed being without an orgasm more and more time. By the day before the wedding he must had not came in two weeks. 

My precious daughter played it so well that they started using it again after they returned from their honeymoon. Of course a few weeks before she measured him so she can get a better costume made chastity device (without him knowing of course). We had still a lot of plans for him...

The Reconciliation

(Three weeks after the weeding)

I had not talked to him for one whole week. Obviously, we didn't have sex either. Maybe it was a little harsh but he had to know I mean business and that I was the boss. He didn't talk to me either; he was probably mad and was a little too proud to apologize; but after seven days of this treatment, he eventually gave in. I was in my reading a book and drinking tea in my night armchair when he entered the room.

-"Olga, we need to talk".

I didn't even bother in turning to look at him and answer with a sarcastic "hmm".

-"It is not right that we are doing this. We are just married, we can´t treat each other like that. Even if we were not recently wed, we are married now, we need to communicate. Communication is the key."

I continued reading like if he wasn't there, which clearly bothered him, so he raised his voice and told me with indignity:

-"Hey, come on, at least have the courtesy to look at me when I am talking to you"

I turned to see him, gave him an angry stare, took a zip from my tea cup, and resumed my reading. He just stood there and swallowed his own saliva. Then he continued with a lower tone this time:

-"Look honey, I know I shouldn't have talked to you like that. I am sorry. I just got carried away. It was the heat of the moment."

Once again I just gave him a light stare and looked away without saying a word.

-"Baby please, I am sorry. I am sorry I talked to you like that. I will never do it again I promise. Please." 

It must have been hard for him to come over apologize for me, but it was not good enough for me I needed to hear genuine sincerity in his words, so even though I knew I was pushing it, I decided to make him suffer a little more and answered with an indifferent "okay". He stood there for a moment and then to my surprise, he kneeled. He did! He actually knelt at my feet. He understandably hesitated for a moment, he must have felt pathetic; practically begging his wife to talk to him, but he held my hand and carried on:

-"Olga, please, don't do this anymore, I am sorry. I really am. Please forgive." 

Still without saying a word, I stared at him this time with a combination of sweetness and determination, and after a few seconds, caressed his hair and said:

-"I forgive you Jerry. Don't talk to me like that ever again." Then I kissed him in the cheek and went to sleep. 

For the three days, I started acting normal again and Jerry began to be very polite and pleasurable with me. He started giving me massages, he brought me flowers, took breakfast to bed to me; I knew what he wanted though. Although I everything seemed to be okay, we still have not had sex in ten days, however I had to consider something; all of this time he did not had his CB-2000 because I had taken it off the time mom interrupted us before sex; anyway, I decided to use his eagerness to my advantage since a new device had just arrived . I started foreplay, after a while I stripped him naked, handcuffed him behind his back and had him lay in the bed with me on top. I began to play with his cock and balls, sometimes striking, sometimes caressing with my finger bringing to the edge and then stopping for about five times. When I felt he was putty in my hands, I firmly asked him:

-"Have you been masturbating Jerry?"

He opened his eyes in amazement and stopped his moaning.

-"Uhh no baby, of course not. Why would you ask that?"

-"Huh, really. Well, it has been over a week since we had sex, and your balls don't seem to be so full to be honest."

I firmly grabbed him by the balls with my right hand and continued to slowly stroke with my left and continued in a superior tone:

-"Look at me Jerry! Tell me the truth."

-"Well, okay, yes. I did it one time."

-"Is that so, only one time?" I looked at him with incredulity.

-"Okay, two times. I promise, only two times. I am sorry honey; I was just very desperate to cum, and since you didn't want to... well you know, I just did it". 

-"It's okay; I didn't expect a man without self-control to abstain from touching himself. It is not like before when you had you CB-2000 on. That is why I have a present for you honey."

I took out the new chastity device. It was a Mature Metal Jailbird with the security screws and the anti-pullout system included. I carried on:

-"Look it is amazing, it is a little open and it is made of stainless steel so cleaning up can be possible without unlocking it; it also has this extra security features, that way I'll know that this little thing will stay safely confined in its cage, and it is custom made, so you can wear it comfortably 24/7." While saying this, I never stopped caressing his cock.

-"I don't know Olga, it seems a little drastic." He said painting.

-"I know it may be a little bit scary, but don't pretend that the idea doesn't excite you. Besides, you were better when you had your dick caged away; I have decided I want to make this a permanent part of our lives. With Christmas coming up in the next month, think of it as an early present. Now, would you like to cum before I lock you little dick away?"

-"Yes please!"

I mounted him and he came almost instantly. After that, I wiped the cum off of his cock and placed his new prison in place. For the next month we had a dynamic where I would tease the hell out of him (since the cage was open, it was easy for me to touch, lick, and even insert his penis in my vagina without him getting an erection) all week, and would unlock him and have sex on Friday night. The fourth Friday of the month, just one week away from Christmas Eve, I decided not to unlock him.

-"You don't deserve an orgasm this week Jerry you were not attentive enough."

-"What do you mean I was not attentive enough sweetie?"

-"Well on Wednesday, you went out with your friends and returned drunk instead of attending me"

-"Come on baby, It was just one day of fun for me, and I didn't get drunk, I just had a couple of beers."

-"I said no Jerry."

A Christmas Present

(Two months after the wedding)

Yesterday Olga denied having sex with me. It is the first time she does this while I wear my new Jailbird. It is incredible the enormous arousal I feel since she installed it in me. I am horny all the time, and since I can´t make that sexual energy go away, I therefore use it to please Olga. I have been extremely attentive with her; making breakfast and dinner, doing all the housework, doing her errands, and giving her foot and back massages anytime she wanted.

The next day that she denied me an orgasm, her mother came to our apartment for tea in the afternoon. We chatted in the living room for a while when Olga suddenly but her bare feet on my lap. I stood there as if nothing had happened until she signaled me with her eyes that she wanted me to massage her. I thought it was a little bit inappropriate since we had a guest, but it was her mom, it didn't matter; so I started massaging her foot. After a few minutes of doing this her mother said:




Like Mother, Like Daughter



-"Oh, you don't know, I was all day shopping at the mall for Christmas presents and committed the stupidity of wearing high heels. My feet are killing me"

-"Well Jerry, why don't you give mom one of your wonderful massages?" Olga responded.

I must have had a blank face since Olga had to add:

"Well..."

I was a little humiliated by the act of massaging my mother's feet, but I did it anyway. As I was starting to do it she said:

"Oh thanks Jerry, you are a darling. But, I need you to put lotion or moisturizer in it first. My skin is very sensitive."

This added to my humiliation but I went for the moisturizer and carried on. As I massaged her feet, they both were chatting as if I was not in the room. Then Olga mentioned that I went out with my friends that week, to what Zarah replied with arrogance:

-"Well, that's too bad, a good husband should care better for her wife's needs"

-"I only went to have a few laughs with my friends; there is nothing wrong with that. I have never failed to attend Olga's needs" I said outraged.

To my surprise, Zarah, gave me a hard slap in the face.

-"Watch your mouth young man; you will address me with respect."

I stood up in anger and yelled at her:

-"What is wrong with you?!?" And my answer was another slap.

-"How dare you talk to my mom like that?" Olga said irritatingly

-"Oh, and you are going to support her on this one?! She slapped me for Christ´s sake!"

-"And if you don't want another slap young man, you will sit down, shut up, and continue with what you were doing"

Ha-ha, the bitch was crazy, I thought to myself. How on earth did she think that I would continue to massage her feet after this? I ragingly exited the apartment. I had a couple of whiskies at a local bar to calm myself, and returned home that night. Zarah was gone and I found Olga sitting in the kitchen having her usual cup of tea.

-"Okay, maybe I was out of place, but she didn't have the right to slap me." I said.

Olga just gave her drink a zip and looked away.

-"Oh great, now you are going to start ignoring me again? Well guess what? I am not going to cope to that shit again. You may ignore me forever, but I am not going to make a fool of myself again."

With that said Olga stood up and went to our room. After cooling off I realized I had said the most stupid thing. I might have more soul power not to go and apologize this time, but now she had me locked in chastity. It had been eight days of teasing and no release and I was really aching for one. Well, I would just wait a couple days and go beg her again. It is not the end of the world.

The whole week passed and Olga did in fact ignore me completely again (it is incredible how much that affects me). Then on Christmas Eve morning she talked to me to say this:

-"We are going to my mother´s house tonight"

-"Well of course we will, it´s Christmas Eve. I would like us to go visit my parents as well. "

-"You do whatever you want, I am not going to visit them"

-"Why not? I am accompanying you to your mother´s house regardless of our recent incident, why wouldn't you come with me too?"

-"Because I don't want to"

-"Hmm... Well maybe they can come to your mother´s as well" I found this solution instead of arguing with her.

-"I don't think so, the whole family is going to be there, it is going to be pretty full"

Now this really irritated me, so I said mockingly:

-"Oh, so you can do whatever you want, and I can´t even see my family on Christmas Eve, is that it?"

She stood there quiet, raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms, and gave me fierce and threating stare and said with absolute authority in her voice: 

-"Are you saying you won´t comply with my demands?"

I stood there flinched. Frankly the way she made that statement really intimidated me. Then she carried on in the same fashion:

-"We will get to my mother´s house early to help her fix everything for tonight. You will apologize to her, and I want you in your best behavior."

She turned away and left. Not to mention I succumbed to her demands. I had seen her angry, but this was something else. For a moment there I thought I was going to shit in my pants. When we arrived to her mother´s house she received me with a corporal behavior that implied that nothing had happened but her eyes gave me a hate look. After finishing getting everything ready (when she was just bossing me around) when she reached the door knob to receive the first guests, I noticed a curious bracelet on Zarah´s wrist. It was plain silver with something else in one end. Wait...Could it be? I thought to myself. Yes it was! It was the key to my chastity cage! My mother who hated me had the key to my manhood! I noticed she perceived my new discovery. She just gave me a devilish smile and went to greet the guests. I stood thee astonished. 

The night went on and with a not in my stomach, I performed every task that Olga and Zarah asked me to do to serve the guests. When I had time to finally sit down, I did so besides my wife and overheard the conversation she was having with her sister, aunt, a friend of his, and two unknown men:

-"Wow, clearly he is really attentive, and the way you describe him... he sounds like the perfect husband. How do you do it?"

-"Well I know how to control him. I practically have him under my thumb."

That was a very humiliating statement for me and I almost exploded, but I stopped because I saw everyone quieted down looking at me and her, like advising her I was there. Olga embraced me with her left arm placed her right hand over my cock cage and said:

-"Oh. Ha-ha. Don´t worry. It's okay. He knows who is in charge. Don't you Jerry?"

I had no choice than to resist the humiliation and assent. After the night was over, and everyone had gone; I used a moment Zarah was nowhere to be seen and directed to Olga:

-"Olga may I have a word with you please."

-"Of course Jerry."

-"I am sorry, I am trying to be the best husband I can but I am not comfortable with you saying that in front of everyone."

-"Saying what Jerry?"

-"Well that you control me and those things"

-"But it is the truth, why wouldn't I do it?

-"Well..." For a moment there I almost forgot about the chastity key. So I switched the topic. "Hey by the way, why does your mother has the key to my jailbird."

-"Well, because I gave it to her dummy." She said sarcastically rising my temper.

-"Obviously, but why did you give it to her?"

-"It is a Christmas present."

-"Ha. And don't you think there is a better present other than that?!" I said in a wry way.

-"No. In fact is perfect. I am sure she loved it. And this way you may start respecting her for what she is."

-"Oh really and what would that be?" I said defiantly. 

-"I am your key holder Jerry." I heard Zarah´s voice from my behind and chills passed through my back. After a few seconds and after I lowered my temper I asked her nicely: "Ma'am could you please give me my key back?"

-"No Jerry!" Olga shouted "That was my gift to my mother and you will respect it! Now, I think it is in your best interest to apologize to my mother."

I was keen on making a scene, but Olga was right. For my penis´ sake I should apologize to Zarah, so I said: "Yes, it's true. I am sorry for last week's discussion ma'am. I was out of place. I am sorry." But then Olga replied, that is not good enough. You must apologize like you did to me before I installed you cage. I remembered, but there was no way I was going to kneel before her, that would be so humiliating, I would rather die. 

-"There is no way Olga" I said with defiance. Then I turned to see my mother with an evil smile and a conquering stare while holding the bracelet interlaced between her fingers and the key jingling in her many rings as she fingered. I felt completely emasculated by that image. We stayed like that for what seemed for like a minute, when Zarah asked:

-"Well, what are you doing just standing in there. Come on, get to it.?"

The intimidation was converted in anger, so I responded: "Yeah you wish." Her face changed one compared to a furious dog and just like last week she gave me a slap in the face, but this time harder. As my right hand counterattacked, but I was able to stop in time before I hit her, but still the image was very strong; I had just raised my hand to my mother. Olga came at me from behind and slapped my chick as she grabbed my hand with the other hand. I managed to get out of that situation and as I left the house I told her: 

-"I want a divorce. I want that key back. I will sue both of your asses if I don't have it by tomorrow."

Preparation

(One month after the wedding)

-"I can´t believe it mom! He did everything you told me he would do, ha-ha."

-"Well darling, I told you, I know men. Especially men like Jerry."

-"You certainly do. I pushed him so hard, I made him kneel and forgive me and then he accepted to have the jailbird installed."

-"Well that is a great advance. He is starting to submit to you, he is getting used to do what you want, and you now have his sick locked up. But you need to be careful. Simply locking a man´s penis isn't enough. He needs a good amount of arousal to reinforce that submission."

-"Yes I know, you have told me. This next couple of weeks I will tease him every day and I won´t let him out at all."

-"I don't think that's the way to go yet darling. It needs to be done gradually; otherwise he would sense for a mile what is coming. Play like you used to play before. Release maybe once a week, then start making him wait longer and longer; and tease him. I mean really, really tease him. Get his balls full enough; then we will test him."

-"I will, but when we do... well what if he doesn't fall for it? I mean, he could always decide it's over Mom."

-"He certainly won't Olga. We have him by the balls. If he ever wants to be unlocked again he will eventually give in. It is certainly not in his best interest to divorce you. Imagine what an angry ex might do with that power over him, he-he."

-"Yes, but I am pretty sure, that doing this is illegal Mom. He is smart, he could sue us."

-"Oh darling, I am amazed you underestimated me that way. That is why we changed his signatures in all that documentation."

-"Yes... And I know for a fact that is illegal too..."

-"Certainly dear; but first of all imagine the embarrassment of submitting a file in court like this. Now, supposing he did, he would be facing now three trials, which he can't be certain he would win, and even if he did we would appeal. That will take a lot of time and money on his part; and he has neither at this time. With all of those new papers, the apartment, the land of the house in construction, both cars, and the savings account are now at your sole name; and well, you own his manhood too honey."

-"Hmm. We mom; we own his manhood. I am so lucky to have you by my side he-he. I love you."

-"Ha-ha; I love you too honey. You just let it to me. In no time you will the man of your dreams. You need just be patient while we mold him. Soon, you will live in a perfect marriage for the rest of your life."

 

Rebel Boys Must Be Punished

(Three months after the wedding. One month after Christmas)

Ding-dong. I opened the door.

-"Come in Jerry, Olga is waiting for you." 

-"Thanks ma'am... Hi honey..." While he was trying to kiss her, my daughter coldly moved her face away. 

-"Well..." Olga replied with a bitchy facial expression. With clear discomfort and embarrassment, Jerry got to it:

-"I am sorry Olga, I am sorry I acted like that." Then now turning to me, he continued: "I owe you an apology too ma'am. I was out of place, I got carried by the heat of the moment and I am truly sorry."

-"If this is all you have to say you might as well get going Jerry."

-"No, I mean..." A long silence took place and you could see in Jerry's face that he was struggling with his thoughts. I crossed my arms and rhythmically started thumping the floor with the front part of my right shoe making the situation even more uncomfortable for him. Then after a minute or so he kneeled down in front of me. Although I knew he would eventually do it, it was quite a surprise when he did.

-"I am sorry ma'am, I shouldn't have talked to you that way and I should have raised my hand to you. Please forgive me" He said this with a trembling voice and a red face. Obviously he was very humiliated; nevertheless, I decided to increase his disgrace.

-"I don't believe a word you said boy. Clearly you have other interests and you are just saying that to benefit." I said with severity in my voice.

-"No, no, ma'am I really mean it. I promise."

-"Don't call me man young man" I gave him a hard smack in his right cheek. Then I carried on: "I am t some stranger lady, I am your mother; you must learn to address me appropriately" 

-"I am sorry, mother". I slapped him twice now alternating my hands.

-"Don't be naive. Who calls their like that."

-"I am sorry mother. I am sorry mother" By this time he was clenching his jaw. Wordless, I went to sit on a chair in my living room. He hesitated for a moment, but after a commanding stare I gave him, he followed me there on his knees. We stayed there in silence and after a minute he grabbed my right hand and said"

-"I am sorry mother. My acts were wrong. Please forgive me. I will never act like that again."

By the look on his face, it was evident that his spirit was broken, but I was keen on making sure it stayed that way, so I continued my game. With my eyebrows up and taunting eyes I said:

-"Why should I forgive you."

-"Because I am sorry, and I won't ever do it again. Please forgive me mother" He kissed my hand.

-"Yes you will Jerry. You will do it again, because you are not truly sorry, one that doesn't regret his acts, will definitely do it again. You are a rebel; and rebels need to be re-adjusted. But first obviously you need to really regret your actions."

-"I regret them really."

-"No you don't, one does not regret anything until consequences affect him. But regret is one thing, loyalty is another. You have neither. You couldn't ever honor your wife´s gift to me."

-"I honor it mother I, couldn't agree more with that gift" By this point he simply sounded needy, pathetic, and plain stupid.

-"Oh, you agree. And why is that?"

-"Well because I was out of place. I rebelled like you said, and..."

-"And who better to put you back in place than me right?" I said with a wicked face while his was filled with fear. Then I continued: "Now your words are starting to make sense Jerry. I think you are beginning to understand your place. Now, I am willing to give you one more chance to apologize; but I don't want any superficial bullshit. I want to see true regret and genuine desire to improve and be a better husband and son. I can help you with that, but I need you to submit to it."

-"Mother, I have failed as a husband and as a son-. I am truly remorse by the way I acted. I wish that I could take it back but I can't; all I can do is avoid that this happens again. Please help me. Please forgive me." He started kissing my hand. I could see sideways Olga had a huge grin on her face. With a poker face I commanded him to stand up and strip naked.

-"Hmm, no wonder why she had to lock it away". He blushed. I then gave a couple of light pats with my hand to my thigh. He was indecisive at first but after seeing my dominating face he placed his core in my lap. I moved so that his stomach would rest on my left thigh, and locked the back of his legs, with my right leg; then grabbing his hair with my left hand, I started spanking his butt with my free palm while continuing our conversation:

-"You were so disrespectful... your behavior is unacceptable....you disrespected me and you failed to be the husband your wife deserves...you don't appreciate her, you don't value her...a good husband should treasure his wife... and honor his mother...you should obey your wife... and serve her... and please her in everything she wants... do you understand me?"

He just answered with a desperate "Yes! Yes!" and busted down into tears. More from the humiliation and the impotency than the pain since I had spanked him just about twenty times with my bare hand. He then started saying: "Please stop, please stop." In that moment my eyes met Olga's and we shared a stare of victory. The scenario was perfect: I had my son completely subjugated, completely broken, and begging me to stop spanking him. This was no time to stop, on the contrary. I took advantage of his vulnerable state to brainwash him.

-"You are not listening to me Jerry, stop squirming." I said with arrogance

-"Be quiet and listen to mom." Olga added. Then, without quitting my spanking I continued:

-"From now on, that is exactly what you will do: obey, serve, and please your wife. Do you understand?"

-"Yes mother, yes"

-"What will you do Jerry?"

-"Obey, serve, and please Olga."

-"And mom" My daughter complemented. "You must obey her too Jerry. She is my mother and she deserves your complete obedience and respect. And please me I want you to please her, so you should always be at her disposition and serve her for that matter."

Jerry was sobbing uncontrollably so I let those to be the last words said. I slapped his but ten more times and then ordered him to remain on his knees facing the corner of the wall. Olga and I exited the room to let him reflect about what just happened. We left him there for about an hour and then we returned. When we entered the room I commanded him to turn around. He was still on his knees and we both stood right in front of with face and postures of complete authority leaving him completely cornered. As soon as he could appreciate our dominant figures, he started shaking. Then I started the conversation:

-"What will you do Jerry?"

-"Obey, serve, and please you both ma'am; uh, Mother." He answered, and then Olga intervened 

-"I make the rules now Jerry, do you understand me? What I say is absolute. I will make all the decisions now; your opinion can be expressed when solicited, nicely of course, but I will always have the final word in everything, is that clear?"

-"Yes Olga." Jerry answered. Then I carried on with the lecture:

-"You must submit to your wife and attend her every needs. Obey, serve, and please, remember Jerry? You must meet her every needs and whims and be at her beck and call forever, understood. With that being said, I think you should forget those friends of yours. At least for a while; pretty much everyone that may distract you from attending your wife's needs. Don't you agree?"

-"Yes" He replied

-"Yes what?!" Olga shouted

-"Yes mother" he corrected. Then I resumed my speech.

-"Very well then, I guess than now you really regret your past actions and the way you behaved right Jerry?"

-"Yes mother, I do"

-"Okay then; so now that you understand what you position is, what do you think I should do with this?" I reached small parcel from my pocket and retrieved the key to the security screw of his jailbird.

-"Well, that is for you to decide mother."

-"Hmm, I am glad you finally understand who is in control. What do you think I should do with it dear?" I said turning to my daughter, to what she responded:

-"Well, keep it mom, it's yours. It was gifts remember?"

-"Yes, but I am not sure Jerry is okay with that, he clearly was very pissed when you gave it to me"

-"No, I am sure, he would love you to keep it. In fact, he should be grateful that you are even bothering in helping our relationship grow better, isn't that right Jerry? Olga, stared at Jerry who showed clear signs of intimidation. Then he addressed me:




Like Mother, Like Daughter



-"Yes mother, please keep it."

-"Oh really, then why don't you ask me to keep it?" I teased.

-"Please keep it mother."

-"Well that doesn't sound like you actually want me to."

-"Mother, it would be an honor for me if you kept the key, please hold the key to my chastity belt."

-"Well that is a huge responsibility you are asking me Jerry, that means no more intercourse for my daughter; of course that can be fixed with a couple of gifts I gave her on Christmas, but still I don't know if I am up to it. Maybe if you insisted..." I said with irony in my face.

-"Please mother, please. I beg you to hold the key to my chastity belt, please"

-"Okay then, if it means so much to you, I guess I can keep it in my possession. I'll keep it safe for you."

After a short silence, Olga, commandingly questioned him?

-"Well aren't you going to thank her?"

-"Yes, of course. Thanks mother, thanks for conserving the key to my chastity."

This was priceless, after begging her to do it; he was actually thanking his mother to deny him his own manhood. Surely he must have felt pathetic. I then carried on:

-"Now, as I said before, faults like the one you had must have a consequence to prevent than from repeating. The spanking was a good start, but certainly it is not enough...Now that I practically own your unfortunate organ, you must know that apart of being a strict disciplinarian I am a firm believer in male chastity and orgasm control to correct and avoid any undesirable behavior. With that acknowledged, this key will remain absolutely bounded in a safe place for the next month. What you did was a grave act, so in addition to the chaste month you have passed during your days of rebelliousness; you will stay locked down for at least another month."

-"What? Two months?" He spontaneously declared out of overwhelm.

-"You are right. Two months is better. The one that has already passed shouldn't count because you were still in your unruly state. Now, since this new dynamic is just starting I know I have to be a little condescending , even for a fault so big; so your penalty will be that the chastity cage will stay on without any sort of release whatsoever only for the next two months. Obviously you can expect much more severe punishments in the future for behavior like this. " While I was saying this I sealed the key back into the parcel.

He just stayed there kneeled down with beating eyes. Then Olga stated:

-"I think you should thank her Jerry. I think this will really help our relationship, and the truth is that not everyone would have the authority of imposing this. Don't worry though. I know mom, she is true to her word, so I am sure she will strictly enforce this without hesitance, so thank her."

-"Thank you mother." He said out of his misfortune. To add to his misery, Olga then added:

-"I also think that from now on, as a show of appreciation for what she is doing to help you be a better husband, at the end of each month you should present her with a flower for each week that has passed since she let you out of your chastity belt. It's the least you can do, right?"

Now maybe this was a little too cruel, but I loved the irony in Olga's words; the humiliation of constantly gifting me for keeping him chaste would always keep him in place. After she said that I finally concluded a quite successful evening:

-"Okay then., I think we can all relax now. By the way, you know what would really help me do that right now Jerry? One of those splendid foot massages you give. Why don't you get the moisturizer and attend both our feet for a little while; afterwards you can get dressed and prepare dinner."

-"As you wish mother."

 

The Aftermath

(Three months after the wedding. After returning from the Zarah's home)

-"Olga please, stop ignoring me. Please, I can't take it anymore. What more can I do? I just looked at him with cynicism. "Well anything; I'll do anything you want but please stop ignoring me." Then I stated:

-"Do you know what? Mom certainly gave you your punishment for disrespecting her, but I never punished you for treating me like you did. Strip and touch your toes without folding your legs."

After he did what I ordered him, I reached for one of my mother's Christmas present: a long, thin, solid wood whip. Jerry, lifted his head in fear so I barked:

-"Did I tell you to move?" After he resumed his position I continued in a more calmed fashion: "This is a gift from my mother. I will always keep it handy around the house, so that I can correct you for every time you fail to meet any of my demands." After that I started to brutally whip his bottom.

-"Don't move! Stop shaking!" Were my commands. After twenty strokes, I went to sit on the head of my side of the bed. He started crying looking at me and after I signaled him with my finger to approach he came to me and tightly hugged my hip as his tears moistened my pants. I started caressing his hair as he wept. Suddenly I stopped being the cruel, cold, and distant bitch that ignored him and became the charming and caring wife that loved him. I said to him with a tender voice while I still patted his head:

-"It´s okay honey, it´s okay. Everything will be all right now, I promise. I just don't like it when you disobey my. I don't like it when you question my actions or decisions. I wish you could simply abide by my all of my decisions and cheerfully comply with my requests. Is that too much to ask sweetie?" As he calmed down, he answered.

-"No baby, I am sorry. You are right, I have been selfish, I should be more attentive to you. I am sorry. From now one, we will do whatever you want whenever you want, I promise. I just want you to be happy. I love you with all my heart Olga."

-"I love you too sweetheart."

After that dialogue we stared affectionately stared at each other for a couple of minutes until I saw a change in his facial expression.

-"What is the matter sweetie?"

-"Baby, I'm scared."

-"Scared of what baby?"

-"Of...you know...the key thing." He said with weakness in his voice.

-"Oh, don't worry about that honey. It's in good hand, mom has it. She will keep it safe" 

-"Yes but, she hates me; she will make me go through hell now that you have given her this power."

-"No, she doesn't hate you Jerry. She simply wants what is best for me...for us...for our marriage! If she things it is important that you suffer in your cage in a while then we need to trust her judgment. She knows what she is talking about. She did have a wonderful relationship with my dad. I am sure you can take it. You love me don't you?"

-"Of course I do baby. But...why can't you be the one that holds the key...I would be much more comfortable that way"

-"Well I love you Jerry, it might be hard for me to keep you locked at all times during your chastisement period. On the other hand, she can better enforce it with more firmness. Besides she has a lot of more experience in this than I do. She used to dominate my dad, so now it is only logical that she helps me dominate you."

-"But..."

-"Okay what did we talk about just now Jerry. This is the way I want it to be. Simple accept it."

-"Okay..."

-"In fact, don't just accept it, embrace it. This will be so good to our marriage. My mom has done so much. She even got me a couple of more gifts: a vibrator, and a strap-on."

-"Why would she give you that?"

-"Well because we can´t have sex with you in the cage. But I shouldn't be punished for the fact that you can't get hard. This way I can climax more easily and we can even continue having intercourse even with you dick locked away. And of course we can continue kissing, touching and doing everything. I can even blow you from the outside of your cage every once in a while. Our sex life won't change a bit, except for the fact of course, that you can't get erect nor have an orgasm."

He just gulped. Then I continued:

-"By the way, you never got mom a Christmas gift. You should buy her something. She loves jewelry. Maybe you can buy her a gold necklace. In fact, I think the pure chain would do. I know there is something that she might love to link to it better than a pearl or something like that if you know what I mean he-he."

Then I Finalized:

-"You know what I am super horny right now. We haven't had sex in forever. Lucky us, it is only Friday and we have the whole weekend to play non-stop. Why don't you start licking my down there, and maybe we can use for the first time the gifts she got me."

 

A Big Dilemma

(Twenty seven days after Christmas, almost three months after the wedding)

When I left that house I meant the divorce thing. I was not going to stand that crap. Olga kept treating me like shit and now her fucking mother trying to pull out that crap. She has always been so intrusive, but this was way over the line. Who does that bitch thinks she is. And how dare Olga give her that key. It is the key to my fucking dick for Christ's sake. My problem now is that I have realized that I am completely fucked. Olga changed our assets to her name; if we get divorced right now I would get nothing. I have to fix it. I will fix it. But I need time, and I can't stand it anymore. I haven't ejaculated in a month! My balls hurt as hell and I am extremely horny. I have thought about it and the best play right now is to call Olga, apologize, and beg her mother to give me the key. It will hurt to do that, but I need it. I need to swallow my pride and think with my dick this time. They may win that battle but certainly not the war. After I get that key back I am definitely getting everything in place. When I called Olga it was a simple and direct call:

-"Hi Olga."

-"What do you want."

-"I have been thinking and we have to talk about this. We can´t just..."

-"There is nothing to talk about. You said you wanted a divorce, I had started the paperwork. A you may have known by now."

-"Yes, but Olga, we should talk, I mean, there is no..."

-"If you want to talk, come to my mother's house Friday at six. Be there on time and willing to apologize or don't bother coming at all."

And she hung the phone. I guess that I have no option than doing what she says. I need to comply with her demands for now. I will find a way to make everything right later. I hope so.

Release

(Five months after the wedding)

Being in chastity 24/7 has really made serious modifications in Jerry's behavior. He does all the housework and errand, and even help my mother in those affairs in her own house as well; he has not seen his friends, family, nor done any of his activities. Besides work he is always at our beck and call; he is extremely attentive with the both of us, he is practically treats us like goddesses; and he obey every command without hesitation. Every day I am more convinced that a horny man is an obedient man. 

Our sex life has been amazing. Well, at least mine has. I am a foreplay type of person; y love to kiss, having my whole body caressed, and wallow in bed for hours. Now I get to do this every morning and every night and I also get two climaxes daily; sometimes up to three times. With this inability to get erect, I receive my orgasms trough self-masturbation with the vibrator while jerry watches, he performs oral sex on me, or he takes me with the strap on. Sometimes I like to stick his cock cage inside my pussy; I love the felling of the cold metal and his cock trying to get hard inside it. Sometimes I suck his dick trough the cage as well. 

Anyway, the two months that my mother sentenced Jerry in chastity had already passed plus one extra week. I noticed that he was eager that his much awaited day arrived. Neither mom nor I said anything when the day was finally here; neither did Jerry. Out of fear or politeness, he let by six more days to pass by, until he told me when we were having dinner:

-"Hmm honey, may I ask you a question?"

-"Sure baby, what´s up?"

-"I´m sorry, but I thought that I was supposed to had my cage taken off a week ago."

-"And you are telling me this because? I don't have the key. You know that." I answered with arrogance.

-"I know, I figure that your mother may had forgotten."

-"So ask her."

-"Yeah, the thing is I don't want to be rude and just ask her. Besides, I don't know if it would be appropriate."

-"Appropriate? She practically owns your cock, how wouldn't it be appropriate?" I said mockingly.

-"Well do you think we could go tomorrow to her house so I could talk to her?"

-"Absolutely; we were going to go anyway because she needs you to do her laundry and clean the bathrooms"

I advised my mother about Jerry´s plans before we went to her house so she could be ready. When we arrived I loved the way my mother was dressed: she was wearing a black skirt that reaching just below her knee, a big belt with a big golden buckle, a black, tight, silk underwear blouse, an unbuttoned white blouse with the sleeves rolled up to her forearm, and the collar with the chastity belt hanging around her neck. This was complemented by her black six inch heels and her jewelry that included her golden watch, her silver bracelet and her usual rings in three fingers of each hand. She was a figure of elegance and authority. 

After Jerry finished his chores, mom requested him to bring us some drinks while we chatted in her room. That is when he finally had the balls to speak his mind:

-"Hmm excuse me mother, may I have a word with you?" 

-"Sure Jerry, come here."

He stood right in front of where we were both seating cross-legged in the sofa. He was clearly intimidated by my mother's dominant figure. He said timidly:

-"It is just that I was wandering if you could uhm... If you were planning on releasing my chastity device..." 

-"Oh yeah...by the way, how are these little nuts of you? Are they full enough yet?" She gave two firm slaps to his balls while saying that, to what I intervened:

-"Oh yes they sure are, you wouldn't believe how swollen they are; and his cock! It's like a stallion, always dripping pre-cum." 

-"I can imagine. And they must hurt like hell. I bet you are just aching to relief a little bit of that pressure aren't you Jerry?"

-"Yes mother. You can't imagine how much I need it?"

-"You sound desperate. Are you desperate Jerry?" My mom teased.

-"Yes I feel I am going insane."

-"Are you always horny and frustrated?" she continued her verbal torment.

-"Always. You can´t imagine how much I am suffering."

-"Well that's good! For a man to treat her lady right, he should be in a permanent state of arousal and completely desperate for her."

-"Please" Jerry whimpered

-"Please what Jerry?"

-"Please let me out of the cage, at least for a little while." Mom just sat there without saying a word. That's when Jerry knelt and begged her once again: "I'll remain obedient afterwards, I premise."

-"Do you really think you deserve to be released Jerry?" Mom asked.

-"Well yes, I have remained confined for the amount of time I was supposed and a little more."

-"Oh really and how much time is that?

-"Well two months".

-"No Jerry, it was two months the day you begged me to hold the key. Now the time has been extended."

-"What?" Jerry exclaimed. Mom gave him a light but firm slap in the face and then said:

-"I think we should help him out and slap him more often Olga. This is what will happen Jerry: whenever we are detecting that your behavior is getting out of shape, any of us will slap you to re-adjust it. We are doing you a favor really... to avoid what has happened to you?"

-"What has happened to me mother?"

-"Getting your confinement period extended of course. You see, I may have originally sentenced for two months, but you have had faults. I add between a week and a month for each one depending on the severity. If you misbehave with Olga, she will tell me and I will consider that too. Any type of disobedience, sign of defiance or failing to carry out efficiently a demand may penalized. In his two months, I have added another one combining all of your penalties, so you have about three more weeks to go."

-"But that is not fair" Mom slapped him again.

-"Four it is then. As I said, any sign of defiance will be penalized. And since when you are the one who decide what is fair? We are the ones in control here."

-"I know mother, I am sorry. I would just want to ask you if next time you could warm me that the time is being extended before-hand."

-"What for? I am the one holding the key. Let me worry about when it is going to be used. It is none of your concern." 

-"Okay mother."

-"So in four more weeks, you may have your release day; if you are good of course. I am glad we clarified that. Oh I almost forgot... five extra weeks added?! Those are a lot of infractions, that can't remain unseen. Give me your belt, take of your pants and underwear, and lie on the floor facing down." 

Jerry promptly complies. After that, mom performed twenty five strokes in each butt-cheek with the belt. Five on each cheek per week added. Afterwards, she concluded:

-"Okay Jerry, go downstairs and prepare dinner."

 

A second chance

(Six months after the wedding)

Today is finally the day that Jerry is scheduled to have his release. Of course one extra week was added and my daughter and I had to slap him quite a few times during this past month, but the day is finally here. Of course I am going to make it difficult on him and I am going to push him hard. It is Saturday night, and Olga is having a girl night out, meanwhile I am having some friends for dinner. Jerry has spent all the evening preparing snacks and dinner for my three lifetime friends. Of course he must stay and serve us for the rest of the evening meanwhile my daughter is out. 

-"Okay mom, I am going to get going." Olga said as she was coming down the stairs.

-"All right honey, have fun!" While I said this, I saw Jerry coming out the kitchen to say goodbye to her.

-"You look beautiful sweetie. Goodbye baby, I hope you have fun. At what time do you think you would be back?"

-"Are you trying to impose a schedule on me Jerry?" She answered.

-"No, of course not; I was just curious."

-"Well I don't know. I am going with my friends for a few drinks. Then if the mood strikes we might go to a night club, so I guess it depends. Don't worry though. It seems that you will be very busy here helping mom anyway."

As she said that, I simple couldn't resist but to intervene considering the short black dress she was wearing and how sexy she looked:

-"Olga, your friends are all single right? And you are quite a vision. I am sure you will have hundreds of guys over you. Have fun!" I know Olga wouldn't cheat on Jerry, at least for now; she loves him and has a great sex life. But still, I like to tease him like this every now and then.

-"Thanks mom, see you later baby." She kissed Jerry and left. When we were on our own I simply commanded him:

-"Well, go back to prepare everything."

A few minutes later my friends arrived. Jerry got their purses and coats, and led them to the table where he pulled the chair for them and served us some drinks.

-"Wow, your son surely is very attentive Zarah, I am impressed." One of my friends stated.

-"Yes, he is handy to have around." I answered mockingly as I saw him.

The night went on and he served us perfectly. After we finished dinner, we were chatting about girl stuff when Jerry was retiring our empty plates and another one of my friends asked:

-"Zarah, I had been meaning to ask you, what is that key hanging around your neck?" (Of course she already knew).

-"Well I think Jerry can answer that question for you, right Jerry?" He just stood there in amazement with the plates in his hands. "Well?" I continued. As he blushed, he said:




Like Mother, Like Daughter



-"It is the key to my chastity device."

-"Chastity device? What do you mean? Please explain that to me." She asked him directly.

-"Well since before we were married, my wife and I had played with chastity, I am wearing a chastity cage around my organ. And right now, Mrs. Zarah, holding the key." Then I intervened:

-"Playing? Is it a game Jerry? And since when do you address me as Mrs. Zarah?"

-"I am sorry... Mother. Well it is not a game It more like a lifestyle." He corrected

-"Well sounds, like you are a bit pussy whipped boy." My friend teased him. 

-"Yes she does, she has him well dominated." I said.

-"And looks like you are helping with that Zarah." My other friend said. "I mean, you have the key to the so called cage. You might as well own his cock."

-"Yeah, and if you own a men´s dick, you own him. Does Zarah own you Jerry?" My other friend said while Jerry was red in shame. "Well does she? Does mommy own you dick and balls Jerry?"

-"Well tell her Jerry" I ordered him. Then he answered:

-"Yes, my wife gave her the key as a Christmas present, so she does."

-"And are you okay with that?" The other one asked .

-"Yes, it is helping me become a better husband and I am grateful to mother to keep me in line keep my organ locked away."

All off them giggled and gossiped and I told Jerry:

-"Okay Jerry, go and wash those plates and bring us some coffee."

-"Wait" A friend intervened. "Well, I want to see it Zarah."

-"Yeah, I want to see that so called cage" Sustained the other one. 

-"Okay then; Jerry seems that our guests want to see you little imprisoned dicky, take of your pants and underwear and show it to them." He complied but with hesitancy. When he finally revealed his chastity cage all of them laughed their asses off increasing Jerry's shame. 

-"Well that is the most hilarious thing I have ever seen!" One of my friends exclaimed.

-"And do you ever let him out of it?" My friend Donna, who showed great interest asked.

-"Nope, he is in strict enforced chastity 24/7." I answered.

-"But what about hygiene? Doesn't he need to clean up?" 

-"Well as you can see, the cage is opened enough for him to wash up completely and for my daughter to tease him, but not for him to get an erection."

-"Oh my God! His balls must be so full! Doesn't he ever get the chance to release them?

-"Well, according to my daughter, he dribbles pre-cum throughout all day long; every other day it is accompanied by a small amount of actual cum, so his body releases just the amount of pressure he needs. I want him to be constantly aroused and his blue balls to be permanent."

-"Well, you sure are a strict key holder Zarah." Said Donna; "Will you ever let him out of it?"

-"Well as a matter a fact, today is his first scheduled release since I was given the key."

-"Well that's convenient! Let´s give it to him right now!" Donna said with excitement.

-"Sounds like a plan!" I replied. Then I directed to Jerry: "Take off your shirt and kneel in front of us with your hands in your head." He did so with a tomato colored face. I took off my collar and started opening his chastity device. Then I placed one of the plates (it was Donna´s and still had some leftovers in it) in front of him. "You will come in here, do you understand?"

-"Yes mother. But, shouldn't we wait for Olga." He answered.

-"Why do you need her?" I asked him.

-"Well, I thought that she would be the one to..." I slapped him before he could finish his sentence and told him:

-"Now don't make me do you wait another two weeks Jerry. You know that absolute obedience without question is required." 

-"Amazing control you have over him" A friend said.

-"Well he knows who is in charge; besides he acknowledges that if he resisted Olga would let him touch her again, and I would never let him orgasm for the rest of his life."

-"Hey, why isn't it erect?" Donna asked. "After all of these months he should have a bull's cock doesn't he?" Jerry's dick was flaccid because of the humiliation.

-"He is just shy. Come on Jerry, start masturbating. You may only use two fingers."

While he started jerking his cock, we continued talking like if he wasn't there.

-"You know, I would love to have a son like him, someone as handy as Jerry, but my daughters are not married yet." Donna stated.

-"Oh well I am sure that Olga and I could lend out Jerry to you a couple of times a month to do some heavy work like moving furniture or digging your garden. He will have more free time in the next few of months."

-"Really, and why is that?"

-"Well my daughter and he will move to their new house sometime in this month. It is finally ready. And Olga and I have talked about this and I will be moving in with them. I could make huge money, from selling my house, Olga could use the help of somebody else keeping Jerry on a short leash at all times, and Jerry will only have to do chores in one house and could service me better. Everybody wins!" I said as I noticed Jerry's overwhelmed face while he continued jerking-off.

-"That is awesome! Wait! I think he is close to cum Zorah." Donna said.

-"Yes, I think he is. Jerry, stop and bring us that coffee I asked you. Make sure to wash your hands first. Then you may carry on." As he brought us our drink I then told Donna: "Please Donna, feel free to command him when to stop and when to continue, I think the girls would like to see this spectacle while we drink our coffee."

Every time she sensed he was close to the edge, Donna would order Jerry to stop, and to continue after one minute or so. This took place for some good twenty minutes. Meanwhile, we continued our conversation:

-"And how do you schedule his releases? I mean what are you basing at for that?" A friend asked me.

-"Well it is quite simple. He has an initial sentence at my consideration, and any sort of disobedience, defiance, lack of attentiveness, or failure to perform a chore to the expected standards, he gets a week or two added to his original sentence. Any observation Olga has about him whenever I am not present, she tells me and I consider it. We decided to help him and slap his face too quickly make him rethink before he does a fault every time we sense hi is going to do one" I replied. 

-"And how long is his original sentence?" Inquired Donna.

-"Well it may vary, and it will always be at me sole discretion without him knowing of course, but I think that something around a month is a good baseline."

-"Nah, you are being too soft. I think two figures like a better number, there is no reason why you should l give him the shot to have that many releases a year. You said you wanted him to have lifelong blue balls, didn't you?" 

-"I love the way you think Donna. Please feel free to slap him whenever he is at your home if you consider it necessary and tell me if his work was anything sub-standard to your strict expectations so I can add to his confinement period what he deserves."

-"Oh I would love to. You can be sure I will make him pay dearly if he even gives the slightest sign of displeasure...Oh I almost forgot...Stop!"

I decided it was time that Jerry emptied his balls a little. The combination of the knowledge of his faith, the humiliation, and the sexual frustration made him cry by this time. So I told him:

-"Okay Jerry, starting now you have exactly one minute to cum. If you fail to do it, you can try in two months if you are good. I want you to let go of your cock as soon as the first drop of semen shows." 

He disobeyed me because as soon as the first drop of semen showed, he continued stroking but this time with his whole hand. So I promptly stand up and pulled his ears like if I was going to tear them from his head with both of my hands as hard as I could. He immediately let go off his cock and grabbed my hands trying to get them off; but I had a good grip on his ears. I continued to do this as he whimpered until I detected his dick gave the last pulsation. Then I used my left hand to pull him by his hair so his face looked at me and while I used my other hand to clench his jaw hard I told him with an intimidating face and ruthlessness in my voice: 

-"I give you this treat and you dare disobey me. You can count that I will add at least another month to your next sentence. That is three months if you behave perfectly. You dare defy my orders? I will make you regret that!"

I gave him four hard face slaps and then kicked his balls as hard as I could with my right foot. As he squirmed in fetal position and cried like a baby, I then reached for his belt and started whipping his legs and butt.

-"Stay facing down!" I Ordered.

I gave him thirty strokes and passed the belt to Donna who gave him another Thirty. Then my two other friends gave whipped him about ten or fifteen times each. And then the cycle started again and again. In total, Jerry received over two hundred strokes, and ended up with a body that was fully marked, a purple butt, and some blood marks on his lower back. Not to mention that he wept, screamed, and sobbed like I had never seen anyone before. After that I locked him hack in the cage, and told him:

-"Now that I am going to live with you, I am going to be more demanding and more extreme with my punishments. Either you align yourself, and obey everything, and I mean everything Olga and I order you; or prepare to suffer like you have never dreamed before."

 

Happy Anniversary!

(One year after the wedding, 1st anniversary)

Ever since Zarah got ahold of the key to my jailbird, my life has been changing dramatically. It would seem that each day I am more submitted to her and my wife. Other than my patients and coworkers, I have not seen anyone else. I have not done any hobby or activity in months. All of my time is dedicated to please and serve them both. I do all of the housework, run all errands, prepare dinner, and massage their feet daily. If I have some free time, Zarah will find something for me to do like helping a friend of hers or painting the fence. Now that my mother lives with us, the standards have risen quite a bit and my schedule has been more demanding because she is an early waker, even on weekends and I always need to take her coffee to bed, so there is no more sleeping in for me. 

Since the first release Zarah allowed me to have six months ago, I had only had another one two months ago. I was scheduled two months after the former one, but with penalties I managed to get two more months added to me sentence. Of course she ruined my orgasm as well, only Olga was present now though. I feel so much sexual energy I can do everything my wife and her mother ask me to. Their plan is definitely working. 

Yesterday was my first anniversary. Olga and I had plans to go out to a nice restaurant. I got home from work with some flowers for my wife (and some more for my mother as a thank you for keeping me chaste) when I was her in a beautiful long red dress that showed her shoulders. She looked beautiful! But the thing that excited me the most. Was that she had the necklace that holds my chastity key around her neck. What could that mean, I thought? I didn't say a word. We went out, and when we had finished our dinner Olga told me:

-"Jerry, mom and I had a conversation last week. See, I told her that I wanted to have sex with you on our anniversary. Real sex I mean. She thought it would be healthy if we did so in our anniversary. The problem is that your next release is not until at least two more weeks, so this is what will happen: Mom has lent me the key for the night; I am going to release you to have sex later and it will count as your next release. That means that your next release date will be due in two months and two weeks. Agreed?"

-"Yes Olga!" I said with excitement. After all of these months I was finally feeling my wife's pussy without the cage shrinking my dick.

-"Good, because that is the way it is going to be."

When we returned home, we quickly went to our room. I dimmed the lights, lighted some candles, and we started kissing and undressing each other. When she was naked, except for the necklace, she mounted me and started riding my caged cock as she usually does. I was so excited seeing the key just above her boobs. Then we started making out and wallowing in bed for about twenty minutes. Afterwards, she requested me to lick her to orgasm. We cuddled for a few minutes, and then the process started all over again. We gave three cycles to these maneuvers.

After just short of two hours, Olga finally opened my cock cage (the key stayed around in her neck). I became erect instantly, and was oozing pre-cum non-stop. We did one more cycle of our previous routine, and then shesuddenly grabbed the shaft of my cock and putted it inside her mouth but without making any contact; then she exhaled. This simple feeling got me close to the edge. My balls hurt like hell and my cock was about to explode. I was in heaven. Then she said:

-"Mom was right. You won't last a minute inside me." 

She reached for something in the drawer. It was a pack of three condoms and some kind of ointment. She putted a generous amount of ointment in the head of my cock, and dispersed it with her hand all through my erect organ. I suddenly started feeling my dick numb. Then she placed the three condoms on my hard-on and said:

-"I applied some numbing cream in your cock; I want this to last a long time." 

I penetrated her and started humping. I couldn't feel a thing! Certainly my cock was not even close of becoming flaccid because of the excitement, but my cock was not getting any kind of pleasure. We changed positions every two minutes or so; then after about ten minutes, when I was on top of her, with her legs and arms embracing my body , and me kissing her neck while she moaned, the level of arousal was just too much for me and I came. The only thing is that I felt my prostate pulsating but I couldn't have the complete feeling of an orgasm nor feel her moist and warm pussy. We stopped, and while we were cuddling a few minutes later she said: 

-"Ah, you must be incredibly satisfied darling."

-"Yes sweetie" I answered (Obviously I was not, my balls still hurted, I had all the desire built up on me still, and although my cock was staring to get flaccid because of the cream, it still was aching to cum.

-"You don't sound so convinced Jerry" 

-"Well the thing is that with the condoms and the cream I couldn't feel that much"

-"Well that was the idea. You haven't had a complete orgasm in almost a year and you have just two ruined ones in the last six months or so. In addition, I had teased you in your cage almost every day. You wouldn't last a bit I you could feel my pussy."

-"Yes baby." I said as I started crying.

-"Oh it's okay baby, come here" she embraced me putting my face in her breasts with the chastity key dangling in my forehead. Then she continued: Well this is your fault, if you would have not gotten the penalties, you could had cum every month or two; if we wouldn't need to slap you, you could have had maybe four or five complete orgasms on the year. Then you wouldn't be so needy right now so I could had considered not using the cream and the condoms."

-"But how could I do that Olga? Your mom is so strict. Both of you are so strict. I am not perfect." I said as I sobbed.

-"Well that's just why we are doing this Jerry; to make you the perfect husband and son. And you have made great advances, but you are not quite there yet. Don't worry, mom has made a great job being your key holder, I am sure that now that you are finally submitted to us, she will finally approve that we start with that 'second stage' of your training."

-"Second stage?" I asked with fear and uncertainty.

-"Yes, it is just the next phase. Things won´t change much, the only thing is that now that you know how the system works, we will start to be a little more demanding and your punishments for failures will be more severe."

Then as she putted back the chastity device in my now soft cock she stated:

"Oh this reminds me! I have to give the key back to mom. I really enjoyed tonight. Hopefully she will let you out by the time our next anniversary arrives." 



Like Mother Like Daughter



In the half of a century that I have lived so far, I have had the fortune of living in interesting times as the ancient Chinese curse/proverb says. There have been some tough times and many fun times since I was born in a backwater along the southern portion of the Great Mississippi. Fortunately for us all, this missive recounts a few of the more pleasurable experiences. As with many in the deep south, I was raised fearing the wrath of God, and still do, and was taught to keep my mind clean and my pants zipped. I succeeded in the latter but failed lustfully in the former.

Midway through the second decade of my happy but sexless marriage, I decided to unzip, so to speak, for women other than my wife. This was done with a tacit understanding from said wife that I could have my fun but be discreet and keep it away from her. At the time, I was traveling a lot for work so I had opportunities that definitely kept it from her. My first dalliance, though not the topic of this missive, was at an on-site swinger's club in the heat of the desert southwest. In addition to satiating my lust, for at least one night, my swinger club experience put me on the path to enjoy meeting other open minded purveyors of recreational sex at such establishments.

Fast forward almost a decade later, while traveling on business across the Pond to merry ole London, I made my first visit to Kestrel Hydro - a mixed gender Naturist Spa who caters to the lifestyle. That means that there are people running around nekkid and fucking for those of you from my neck of the woods :) And whoa, what a cock hardening sight it was. They have a pool, a dungeon, hot tubs, private cabanas, public play areas and of course a dungeon! What swinger's clubs in London would be complete without a dungeon.

Being in my late 40s at the time, I was a bit on the mature side of the hedonists in attendance. So I admired the lithe bodies of the 20 somethings running around or being pinned down by a playmate or two or three. After a look around, I began to feel like the proverbial pervert with my erection that was inspired by Kestrel Hydro's sex filled atmosphere. I climbed into the hot tub for a bit. While it was still technically a sunny summer afternoon in early September, there was a bit of nip in the air. The hot tub, which could comfortably seat 10 or so, was occupied by a couple muscular male siblings from Nigeria and a couple of English ladies about my age. After joining, I learned that they weren't together, but had just popped in the tub a few minutes before me.

We chatted a bit. One of the Nigerians popped up and sat on the edge of the hot tub with a fair size snake in a sweater. 

One of the English honeys exclaimed, "Oh my, may I?" with a sexy leer. 

We all laughed, and Ade flexed his semi-hard cock and responded, "Please do." Ade was probably in his mid-20s and Myra, like me, was pushing fifty. She put on quite the show for us enjoying playing with Ade's cock, which soon became hard. It wasn't long before she slid her thin English lips around his bulging cock head. Given Ade's response, Myra knew what she was doing.

Not wanting to be outdone by his brother, Martins slid up on the edge of the hot tub and his cock, so dark skinned that it looked purple, was already fully hard. 

The other English lass, Lisa, said "May I."

Martins responded "of course." 

Lisa moved over and immediately engulfed his long, hard cock in her mouth. I sat back and enjoyed the show and listened to the brothers describe the blow jobs that they were receiving from women more than old enough to be their mothers. Myra repositioned herself in the hot tub to get a better angle on Ade's cock. This resulted in her lovely bum pressing against my thigh. Without thinking about it, I began to caress her sexy bum with my right hand. Given the way her hips started weaving back and forth she was enjoying the attention. I slid my left hand down and started to rub her slit. She had quite a nice sized clit that enjoyed the attention. She was quite well lubricated inside making it easy for me to slide a couple of fingers into her.

Ade enjoyed watching me finger fuck Myra while she continued to slide her mouth up and down his cock. Myra was becoming more and more agitated from the pleasure of sucking suck a stupendous cock, while getting her pussy finger fucked. She had already shared with us that she had been an exhibitionist all her life, loved being watched when having sex and loved to be talked to dirty. 

So I started asking her if she like sucking that big black cock. 

She mumbled yes around that big prick without it ever leaving her mouth. 

I told her that she looked like a fucking cock slut that would take any cock any time any where. 

She responded by clenching her pussy muscles around the three fingers that I up her cunt.

Both Myra and Ade were about to explode. Martins had quit talking and had a hand on either side of Myra's head and was literally fucking her face. She was steadying herself against the side of the tub with one hand and fingering her own juicy pussy with the other. In what seemed to be perfect unison, Myra and Lisa started to come. While their bodies were twitching in ecstasy, the two Nigerian brother began to unload what seemed like a pint of come into each of their welcoming mouths. Both women tried valiantly, but neither could swallow the amount of cum the two brothers had released. 

Both women pulled their mouths off the cocks they had been sucking and looked at each other. Without thinking about it for a second, they locked their lips together and began swapping the brother's cum. I was thinking to myself, Damn what a hot sight! Just as the thought cross my mind, I heard a woman's voice just behind my head say, "Damn, what a hot sight!" 

I turned my head and smiled at one of the sexiest red headed women that I have ever seen in my life. I laughed and responded "yes, it is." 

I stood, held out my hand and introduced myself. She laughed back, told me her name was Maggie and seemingly reached for my hand. But, she missed my hand and kept on reaching until she wrapped her petite, delicate hand around my rock hard cock.

She then looked me in the eye with her beautiful green eyes and asked me, "What is your friend's name?" 

For one of the few times in my life, I was speechless. Ade and Martins burst into laughter as did the rest of us. I then realized that there was a man standing behind her. Maggie introduced me to her husband George. We shook hands while Maggie continued to hold my cock. I invited them to join us in the tub. The four sexual performers had already slid back into the warm water. Maggie sat down beside me, facing me. I think I stared at her dumbfounded. 

She would never win a beauty contest, but there was something about her that was just totally sexy. She was very petite, a spinner at just under 5' and weighing just under 100 lbs. Her breasts were a full B cup with puffy pink nipples that were erect and stood out at least ½". And she had a stupendous full red bush - yes, fire in the hole! I would later learn that she carefully trimmed and shaved it around her slit. Her butt was a bit large for her size, but looked just right. Actually, it looked just right to bend over and fuck.

Trying to think of something appropriately social to ask her, I came out with "What brings you here?" 

She laughed, said, "Cock" and reached out and grabbed mine again. 

My cock now twitched in her tiny little hand and she started stroking it. We made small talk. She shared with me that she was a hot wife. She loved to fuck other men while George watched. 

I asked how they got started in the lifestyle. 

She told me she had always been in it. Her mother was a hippie from the 60s and fucked around on her straight laced, good provider banker of a husband. She had seduced one of her mother's boy toys and had been fucking every cock that she wanted ever since. She and George had met a sex party that a friend of his had invited him to so that he could lose his virginity at the age of 23. She had fucked him, solving the 23 year old's virgin problem, and his friend as well while George watched and stroked his cock..

They had been stuck on each other ever since. Married for 23 years, they had two kids, a boy and a girl. The kids had been aware of their parent's lifestyle and were raised to enjoy sex and brought home their lovers without any questions being asked. All I could thinks is wow, I wish my wife was as sexually open minded LOL.

Maggie leaned over and gave me one of the most sensuous kisses my life. She then pulled her head back, looked at me with the sexiest smile ever and motioned with her head toward the building that included a bed surrounded by glass. 

I twitched my cock in her hand, smiled and said "let's go."

Ade, Martins, Myra and Lisa wished us off. 

I realized that the ladies had now swapped brothers and were stroking their cocks under the surface of the water. I put my right arm around Maggie, pulled her close and cupped her perfectly shaped right breast. We started walking to our awaiting bed with a view. She wrapped her left hand around my still hard cock. George walked behind us. I glanced back at him and he was smiling and stroking his own hard cock. Maggie and I walked into the glass room. There was a young couple making out on the bed. The female had a thick black head of hair, huge natural tits, D cups at least, short legs and a luscious ass. Her male partner was skinny as a rail with blond hair and a slightly larger than average cock which she was stroking as they kissed.

Neither Maggie nor I paid much attention to them as we were only interested in each other. I leaned over, wrapped both arms around her, pinning my hard cock between our bodies. Given her diminutive stature, the head of my cock was almost between her perfect tits. We began kissing; our tongues exploring each other and playing a game of their own. Damn this woman could kiss. 

Our hands roamed across each other's body. I reached down, cupped her gorgeous ass cheeks in each of my hands, and picked her up off the ground. I raised her until we were face to face. As our tongues continued to play their game, the top of the hard cock shaft was now rubbing against the lips of her very, very wet pussy. As I sawed my cock back and forth, her hips started rocking and a sultry moan escaped from her mouth.

I turned and lay her on the bed by the other couple, whom I now realized were engaged in a passionate session of 69. I moved my mouth from Maggie's luscious lips and began descending down her body. I stopped to suckle and nibble on her perfect nipples. Her moans and the twitching of her hips told me that nipples were sensitive and the she was enjoying the attention. 

I continued further south, stopping to lick, kiss and tongue her belly button on her supple stomach. I then continued down and inhaled the scents of her sexual excitement that were caught up in her rich, red pubic hair. I teased her, tugging on her hair, kissing all around her wet, inflamed pussy. I nibbled at her thighs, tongued her puckered asshole which brought a whole new set of writhing ecstasy, and finally drew my tongued up her slit from the bottom of her pussy to her clit which was engorged and the size of my little finger.

As my tongue scraped along the bottom of her clit, she let out a long, low passionate moan. I pulled away and blew on her clit with my warm breath. Her hips jerked. She let out scream of passion as I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked on it like it was a cock. Her orgasm hit almost immediately. I continued to suck on her clit, nibbling on it with my teeth while she continued to cum. As I held it between my teeth, I work my tongue back and forth across it while I slide two fingers into her drenched slit. As I bent the fingers toward her G spot, she started squirting the sweetest pussy juice that I had ever tasted. Then and only then did her orgasm start to subside. I gently slowed my ministrations, bringing her back down. 

As I slid back up her body, I realized that the you couple beside had stopped their own play and were now watching us. I smiled at the two and winked. I kissed Maggie and we cuddled for a few minutes with me on top of her. Next thing I know, Maggie had somehow flipped me on my back and was now the aggressor. She was kissing me, sucking and nibbling on my nipples, kissing her way down my nowhere near sexy stomach and then playing with my cock. 

She held it in one of her petite hands while with the other smeared the pre-cum that it was leaking around its purple glans. The sensation was exquisite. She leaned over and began to kiss and nibble on my scrotum and suck first one and then both of my testicles into her mouth while continuing to play with my cock with her hands.

She let my balls slide from her mouth and drew her tongue up the bottom of my shaft and popped her perfect little mouth over the head of my cock and ran her tongue around the glans savoring the flavor of pre-cum. She then began to work her lips up and down my shaft swallowing a little more of me with each iteration. 

My cock is not huge, only 6 ½", but I did not think it possible that a woman as petite as Maggie could take it all in. Before I even realized what happened, she was deep throating my cock. Her nose was against my pubes and I could feel her breath against my skin. It was all that I could do to keep from cumming down her throat. But I resisted, and she relented.

She withdrew my cock from her velvety mouth, licked the shaft, kissed the head and asked, "do you mind if I ride cowgirl" in a perfect English accent. I laughed at the irony of the perfect English lady accent and the request to fuck me cowgirl. I said, "Of course my dear, mount up." She did.

She got up on her knees and positioned her wet slit just above my cock. She reached down with her right, grabbed my shaft and started rubbing my cock head up and down her slit paying careful attention to her engorged clit. She groaned with pleasure each time my cock head hit her it. She slowly worked my cock into the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy in which I had ever had the pleasure to invade. It was all I could do to hold still and let her control our fun. Finally, the last inch of my shaft slid into her. I could feel her labia stretched across the base of my cock.

She arched her back, put a hand on each of her breasts and started playing with her rock hard nipples. Each time she squeezed and twisted her nipple, her pussy muscles clenched around my cock. After a minute she started to slowly move up and down on my cock. When she reached the limits of what she could do with her thighs, she pulled her knees up, sinking all of my shaft fully into her. She put her feet in place on either side of my hips, and then literally starting riding up and down on my cock in perfect English riding style. I expected at any minute to feel her riding crop whipping my loins LOL.

Watching her ride up and down on my cock was sexier than anything that I had ever seen or imagined. She continued to torture her nipples. Soon her orgasm was upon her. She arched her back and screamed in pure passion. Her pussy muscles clenched me so tightly that I thought my cock was going to be clipped right off, just like the tip of a cigar with a cigar cutter. She fell down on my chest, still fucking her hips up and down on my cock.

I wrapped my arms around her and flipped us over where I was now on top. Her legs were wrapped around me with her heels digging into my ass. I began to pound my cock into her sweet pussy, pulling almost all the way out on each backstroke and burying it balls deep on each down stroke. I could literally feel the head of my cock pounding her cervix. 

She was moaning "Fuck Me, Fuck Me Now, Fuck Me Deeper, Fuck Me Haaaarrrder." 

As she started cumming again, I could no longer hold out. I started cumming. While I was pushing 50, I came like I had when I was twenty. I didn't think I would ever stop spurting cum into her clenching cunt.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her. We lay there spent, simply enjoying the pleasure of such intimacy, the feel the smells and the sounds of our ragged breathing. I finally pulled backed, kissed her and said "Thank you for the greatest sex of my life!" 

I then heard a female voice with an accent from the southern part of the U.S. say, "Fuck Yeah, that was awesome! It was better than any porn that I have ever seen." 

All four of us started laughing. I had totally forgotten about the young couple beside us, lost in my own sexual bliss. They had stopped their own sexual escapades and simply watched our show.

They introduced themselves and Darla and Kevin. Darla then asked me if I had a brother named James. 

I said yes and asked why? 

She said, "I know him, I went school with his son."

While separated by 4 years of age, my brother and I do look a lot alike. I thought, oh my God, discretion is out the window here. She apparently could tell what I was thinking as the blood drained from my face. 

She said "don't worry, we are very discreet and your secret is safe with us."

All four of us got up and got some water to drink. We realized that George was still sitting in his charge stroking his still hard cock. 

I looked at Maggie she said, "don't worry, I will take care of him when we get home. It's what we do." 

Darla then asked, would you two be interested in playing with us? 

I was flattered but didn't answer. 

Maggie read me like a book and said, "We would love to." 

She then turned and kissed Darla before Darla knew what was happening. 

Kevin said, "Way cool!" 

I asked him, is Darla bi? 

He responded "yes, very much so." 

Kevin and I kicked back and watched the two ladies play with each other. Kevin was hard already from watching Maggie and I. It didn't take much of watching the two of them before even my old cock was hard again. After the two ladies had brought each other to an orgasm in a passionate session of 69, they came over and sat on our laps. I was almost jealous as Maggie sat on Kevin's lap, until I felt Darla's firm your bottom slap down on mine.

I looked into her brown eyes as she leaned over and kissed me, sliding her sweet young tongue into my mouth. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed the body of a 20 something. We were soon wrapped upped in our own little world. 

Darla had turned around and was riding my cock, while I remained sitting on the armless chair. Kevin was fucking Maggie doggy style while she leaned across the bed. Darla liked things a bit rough. She wanted me to chew hard on her nipples and spank her ass. I was only too happy to accommodate her. Soon she was coming on my cock and I unleashed my second load of cum for the afternoon.

And then in no time, the evening was over. Darla and Kevin left to catch a show in the West End. Maggie and George headed home to relive the afternoon in their marital bed. I went back to the hot tub to soak and found Ade and Martins still there. 

They said their English chippies had to head home. Ade and Martins gave me a ride back to my hotel after a detour to Edgeware Road for some great doner kebab. I finished my business in London early the following week and flew home.

Two months later, my wife and I visited my brother for Thanksgiving. I volunteered to make a run to the grocery store on Wednesday to pick up the last supplies that we needed. While there, I ran into an old school mate of mine from High School, Theresa. 

We caught up for a few minutes, and then she said, "I hear you met my daughter a couple of months ago." 

I blankly said that I didn't think so. 

She said, "you don't remember Darla in London?" 

My heart stopped. I think I almost shit on myself LOL. 

She smiled and said "don't worry, your secret it safe. If you get some free time before you head home. Come by the house and see Keith and I."




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I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to think, but I let it go. I finished the shopping and went home to my brothers. 

He asked me if I saw anyone that I knew at the store. 

I told him that I ran into Theresa. 

He said he hadn't seen her since his son had graduated from high school that he went to school with her daughter Darla. 

I just said "Oh, really?" 

On Black Friday our wives went shopping, my brother had to work and his kids went to visit friends. I looked up Theresa's phone number and asked her if she were up for company. 

She replied, "sure, come on over." I told her that I would be there in about 30 minutes.

I grabbed a quick shower and drove over to their house. She and Keith were now living in her parent's old house. Her parents had retired to a condo in Florida. Theresa met me at the door. She was wearing a tight sweater through which I could clearly see her large, erect nipples. She had a skirt on with no panty lines, some nice black hose and sexy heels. 

I said "Wow, do you always dress like this?" 

She replied, "Only when I have company I want to impress." 

I then saw Keith standing behind her. He reached out shook my hand. We then went through the small talk chat and decided that it had probably 10 years since we had seen each other last.

Theresa was a quiet, shy girl growing up. She was a late bloomer. She was flat as a board in high school, kind of a tomboy. But while in college, the curves came around. She was an older version of Darla. A bit short, big tits, a curvy ass, short legs, black hair and brown eyes. 

Keith was a year older than us. He and I played football together, but didn't really know each other all that well in high school. He was a lady's man then and was busy fucking all of the girls who put out. I never did figure out how the two of them got together.

After the small talk was exhausted, Theresa said, "I hope I didn't startle you too badly when I mentioned Darla and London." 

I said now, why should I be startled. 

She said, "well Darla told me she recognized you at a swinger's club when you were fucking a hot redhead that was not your wife and then you fucked her." 

Yep, speechless again. 

Both Theresa and Keith started laughing and said don't worry. We are both open minded and raised Darla to be open minded and discreet also it. It's all good. 

I told them that I appreciated what they said, but that I just did not understand. Theresa said, let me explain.

I know you remember me as the straight laced, shy tomboy. I didn't date. I didn't screw around, yada yada yada. Whereas Keith was fucking anything with a pussy. 

I laughed and agreed. 

Well when my tits came in at 19, the hormones came in and I had a whole puberty of horniness to deal with NOW. I ran into Keith and, because I now had tits, he was all over me. I was swept away that Mr. Football was even aware of me. But, he took my virginity of our first date and I've been fucking on first dates ever since. I knew Keith had fucked around and I enjoyed sex so much the first time that I wanted to fuck around. 

He was blown away that a virgin was open to all of his nasty desires. He asked me to go to a party the following night, I said yes. He didn't tell me it was going to be an orgy LOL. I ended up fucking three of his friends and eating pussy for the first time. I loved it all.

Keith and I got married after we graduated, but we basically started an open relationship from the very first date. He fucked who he wanted. I fucked who I wanted. We went to orgies together, yada, yada, yada. Life is great. 

A couple of years after we were married, we had Darla. We stayed in the the lifestyle the whole time I was pregnant and started up again when Darla was 3 months old. When she was a baby, we didn't worry about her knowing. Once she got old enough to ask questions. We answered them. We also explained that she should enjoy sex whenever she is ready and explained how to be responsible. 

She lost her virginity in the safety of this roof and could always bring anyone home that she wanted. So naturally, she grew up to be a swinger. She was in London as a graduation present from us. The boy she was with is one of her friends with benefits. She and I are very close, so she told me and only me about your fun together.

I was speechless again, but I did notice three things: Theresa's nipples were even bigger and harder now than when she answered the door, Keith had a hard on and was rubbing it through his pants, and Theresa did not have any panties and her hairy pussy slit was smiling at me.

Theresa caught me checking out her crotch. She opened her legs wider and slid a finger down to play with her clit. When I looked up, she was smiling and said, "Darla, said that you were great in bed and really loved to fuck another man's wife while he watches. See anything you like?"

I thought, what the fuck. I have been in town for a week staying at my brothers. That has been no sex from my wife and no opportunity to jack off. I was ready to unload. 

I looked at Keith and asked, "Do you mind if I fuck your wife?" 

He responded, "Hell no man, I love to watch her with another man. Do you mind if we double team after you get your first fuck in?" 

I laughed, Theresa stood up, pulled that tight sweater over her head and showed me her magnificent tits cupped in a quarter cup bra with nipples that were almost an inch long.

Theresa and I played in the living room and then the three of us adjourned to the master suite where Keith and I took turns fucking Darla while she sucked the other's cock. We all passed out exhausted afterwards. I awoke a short while later hearing the sounds of fucking. 

Darla was home with two of her boy toys and they were having a good time. LOL.

For the last four years, I have found multiple reasons to make it back home to see my brother and always stop by and see Theresa and Keith. I have not hooked back up with Darla, but I'm not complaining.



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"Can you see in the mirror sweetie? Take a close look to see what I do then you can try it on yourself. I moved down on the bed so that my head was down at her knee. She spread her legs to give me better view. The tip of her bright red clit, distended just enough to poke from its hiding spot. A tinge of her arousal filled my nose as she spread her pussy lips. Mom took a gasping breath, tracing circles around her clit, then traced down to her hole. She drew out some moisture and spread it back up to her clit again. 

"You want to make sure that at this point you don't over-stimulate yourself. I gently circle my clit and then lightly rub it." She demonstrated, as she explained, then she hesitated to look down at me. I looked up wide-eyed then fixed my gaze back between my mother's legs. I wanted to touch myself so bad. I squeezed my thighs together, but that just made it worse. My mother cooed and moaned as she continued to pleasure herself in front of me. I was completely enthralled by the site of her fingers gliding between her glistening folds and then disappearing into her cunt. When they were withdrawn, her fingers were soaked with her pungent juices. 

My mother's pace began to quicken. She still alternated her ministrations between her clit and her hole. Her moans became more urgent and her eyes had now closed. Her chest was flushed and heaving, making her tits jiggle, with each ragged breath. She was practically oblivious to my presence. Only half opening her eyes briefly to look down at me with glazed eyes, still perched at her side. I looked on unabashedly, but grew impatient for my own release now. 

Almost as if she had heard my thoughts, my mother shuttered violently. She buried three of her fingers into herself and with her free hand, she rubbed her nub. She moved so fast it was practically a blur. Her moans became whimpers and then groans. Her legs clasped shut and her body became rigid. She then seemed to melt and she lay still.

After a moment she recuperated and with a satisfied smile she said, "It's your turn sweetie." 

Immediately, I flew onto my back and spread my legs. Trying to control my passions, I followed through on the masterbatory lesson I had just witnessed. Following what I had seen my mother do, I slowly rubbed my hands over my body. Playing with my stiffening nipples, then caressing my burning pussy. I closed my and slowly picked up my tempo, keeping a steady rhythm.

I felt my mother moving next to me followed by a mechanical buzzing that startled me. Without stopping my own pleasure, I glanced sideways. I nearly exploded at the sight. Mom was looking back at me writhing sensuously. She had a long rubber phallus attached to the vibrator and firmly planted in her cunt. I felt a powerful orgasm coming on quickly and then wash over me. 

I was completely overcome with a myriad of emotions and sensations all at once. My clit had become too sensitive to touch, but my cunt had such a tight grip on my fingers that I couldn't remove them. I could wriggle them however and each little move sent pulses rushing from my pelvis and cascading throughout the rest of my body. My muscles released the hold on my fingers slowly allowing me more range of movement. I squeezed another digit into my sopping pussy and drove myself to another orgasm. This one was different, not as intense but just as good. Unlike the one generated from my clit, this one felt like extreme butterflies in my stomach that oozed out over the rest of my body. I became light headed and my breath was ragged. Our combined aroma filled the room with a heady musk. I was with drawing my fingers when I came again uncontrollably. 

A deep moan rose within me, "OOOOHHH! Mommy...mmmmm..."

"It's OK Lysa sweetie. Let it happen. I'm cumming too baby...UUHH!" she said as her body shook and shuddered, while she pounded the vibrator inter he gaping hole. 

We both came down from our orgasmic highs and lay side by side sweating. Mom pulled the vibrator from between her thighs and placed it between us. My mother rolled over to me and kissed my forehead. Then draped her arm across my chest and drew me closer to her. For the first time our naked skin touched. I felt strange but still very turned on. 

"Mom?" "Yes sweetie?'' She answered stroking her fingers through my hair. 

"Can I try the vibrator?"

"All right, let me just change the rubber piece first. You're not ready for this one yet." She went to the case and attached a small rubber cup to the vibrator. Then she sat back on the bed next to me. "I'll help you with this. This piece is for nipples and your clitoris." She said plainly. Mom flicked the switch and the gun buzzed to life. She placed the cup just over my nipple then lowered it down gently. It was incredible how it instantly forced a reaction deep in me, as if my nipple was directly linked to my pussy. My mother alternated between each nipple then moved it down and pressed it onto my again swollen clit. 

My eyes opened wide and I knew that I had a shocked look on my face. My mouth gaped wide then I extolled how my own mother was about to drive me to orgasm. "OH MOM! DON'T STOP!" I started rolling my hips and my mother rolled the vibrating cup in small circles over my clit. My climax was fast approaching and with it a sudden urge that I didn't have the strength to overcome. "Mommy, kiss me." I pleaded with staggered breath.

She leaned onto her elbow and kissed my forehead again. "No Mom, kiss me on the lips." She hesitated, but I urgently groaned, "I need it! I need you to kiss me on the mouth." She moved down and brought her lips to mine softly. I wanted it another way entirely. Reaching behind her head I forced a harder, more passionate kiss. Not like the familiar peck between a mother and daughter, but a harsh rough kiss of one lover to another. I forced my tongue into her mouth and moaned. She stopped fighting it and gave in moaning in return. This pushed me over the top and I screamed into her mouth. Mom turned the vibrator off and took it from my again painfully sensitive nub. Then she did the unexpected and shoved two fingers into my sloppy hole. Swirling her long thin filers in me she hit a spot that caused me to nearly pass out. Nothing could prepare me for the complete and total euphoria I felt. When I again gained awareness of my surroundings, I found myself shuddering and curled up close to my mother. My face was buried in her full, naked cleavage. Her arms were cradled around me. I tried to move, but felt like my limbs were made of rubber. 

I couldn't speak from weakness, but attempted anyway. My mother shushed me. "Just rest sweetie it's late. You can sleep with me tonight. We'll talk in the morning." We both faded off to sleep. The next morning I woke up alone in my parents' bed. My mother was drying her hair. Except for me, her only daughter lying naked in her bed, the room was straightened up. 

When she saw me stirring, she came over and sat next to me. She kissed me on my cheek and we talked about the night before. We both understood it couldn't happen again, but I could use the vibrator anytime I wanted. That was the beginning of the new me.



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As he exited the conference center following the welcoming dinner he notice a fine set of buns a few feet ahead of him. He didn't recognize them and was pleasantly surprised when the owner turned back to check him out. The attractive woman smiled and then slowed to allow him to catch up. He guessed her to be in her middle forties; her fit physique and broad smile made her appear much younger. He had just turned thirty. 

She had a deep resort tan and a well maintained body for a woman of her probable age. As he drew closer he noted that she was a stunning woman. He decided that her body was the product of working out and fantastic genes---not surgical augmentation. In addition to the delectable behind the rest of the package was complete. She was around five foot five with long tanned legs and a pleasant swell under her thin sleeveless blouse.

"You're not with the conference, are you?" He said, looking for an opening to more prolonged conversation.

"No, I'm here with my husband for a long golf weekend----I don't play, but he's an addict. He and his golf buddies had a few too many and he's back in our room sleeping it off." She replied, checking out his fit form.

"He decided to flirt. "Well shame on him for leaving a beautiful young damsel to fend for herself."

"Oh, that's very nice." She said with that smile that lit up her beautiful face. "I'm Geena." She said, extending her hand.

He introduced himself, dispensing with the last name. "So, Geena, the evening is young---what are your plans?"

"I'm thinking a short walk on the beach. Would you like to join me?" She replied, taking his arm and moving her tight body close to his.

The beach was only a few yards away; the better condos opened to the ocean. They chatted aimlessly as they strolled at the edge of the surf. She asked which condo he was in. He pointed it out. She queried him about roommates---he had none. As they made their turn to return to the condo area, their conversation became more flirtatious and suggestive.

"How old do you think I am?" She asked.

"Not a day over thirty-five." He replied.

"You're too kind." She replied, hugging him playfully and brushing her lips across his neck. His manhood stirred in response to her intimate gesture.

As they approached his condo, Geena spun around in front of him and pressed her hard little body against him. She kissed him on the mouth. It was wet and warm and promised so much more. She pushed her mound into his crotch. She could not possibly miss the immediate result of her actions.

"Nice." She said, breaking the embrace. "Very nice." Her smile had moved from friendly to wicked. "Are you going to invite me in?" She asked.

He did so. They entered via the sliding door from the patio. As soon as they were inside she again pushed her body against his and began stroking his tight behind, running her hands under his loose shorts along the cleft of his ass. He responded accordingly, forcing his own hand down under her tight surf shorts and discovering her rock hard butt cheeks. She moved her hand to his front, moaning appreciatively as she stroked his fine young cock. 

They fumbled with each others clothing and were soon naked and groping urgently in the moonlight. As he ran a finger down her anal cleft and found her tightest hole he was pleased that she again moaned appreciatively rather than telling him to stop. Geena quickly descended to her knees and took his prick in her warm, wet mouth.

Momentarily removing his hard organ from her lips, she spoke. "Would you mind if suck your big cock?" 

Without waiting for a reply that was exactly what she did. His was obviously not the first cock she had serviced. She worked his boner with the sense of urgency and the expertise of a woman who loves a cock in her mouth and knows what to do with it. He had no idea how old her husband was but assumed that if you were going to marry a trophy wife---which she certainly was---you might as well marry one who was an excellent cock sucker.

Taking his rock hard tool to the back of her throat, Geena took his big load very quickly. She moaned as she used her talented tongue and lips to extract every last drop of his male essence.

"Now me. Do me. Eat my pussy." She commanded. 

He was pleased to note that unlike many older women Geena had chosen to tightly trim her pubic region. As he fingered her surprising tight little quim he stopped his oral assault to speak.

"You have a very sweet pussy; I want you to cum for me—cum on my face." He said as Geena moaned appreciatively at the complement—and the slow finger fuck.

Going after her erect little clit with his best tongue action, he snaked a finger back to her brown hole. He rimmed the tight little muscle back there with his finger. Testing the terrain he gently inserted a moist finger into her anal orifice. Geena moaned again and began to slowly move her tight little ass in response to his digit. She was horny. She needed to cum. She did so very quickly. His oral attention to her feminine treasures continued. She came again.

"Oh, that was nice." Geena said, languorously. "You made me cum again. Two for the price of one. I love a man who knows how to please a woman with his mouth."

It had been a couple of weeks since he had last gotten laid. He was young. His cock was still hard and grew more so as he contemplated her stunning body in the moon light.

"I want you to cum in my pussy" Geena said.

He slipped a pillow under her tight little ass, pushed her legs up against her surprisingly firm tits and began to tease her clit and labia with the bulbous head of his stiff prick. He started with little strokes at first---just enough to tease and excite. She moaned appreciatively but soon made it clear that she wanted her cunt filled with hard young cock.

"I want to be your little whore. Fuck me deep and hard." She whispered. It was an invitation he had no intention of refusing.

He took her deep and hard as she had requested. Her tight little behind rotated in perfect harmony with his thrusts. She took the word screwing literally. Having recently cum in her astoundingly talented mouth he knew he could get her off with his cock before drenching her pussy with a hot sticky load.

"You are a great little fuck, baby. I could fuck your tight little pussy all night." He whispered, receiving the appreciative response that told him she enjoyed conversation during copulation.

Treat me like your fuck-toy" She said. "You have a really big, long, fat cock; drive it deep. Make me cum and dump your juice in my hot little snatch. I'm really close baby. Hold off until I cum---then fill me with your stuff."

She started her trek to the top the hill; he held off as she had requested. She came with a long loud moaning growl, urgently smashing her little box against his pubic bone. Sensing he hadn't cum, she instantly flipped over on her knees and invited his cock into her steamy muff from behind, fingering her delicate little snatch from the front as if to say, here it is, use it.

He banged her hard and deep, working his thumb in and out of her other hole. Her ass was a vision of erotic beauty in the moon light. He slapped it several times, not hard enough to hurt but just hard enough to spur Geena on to the finish line. As he whispered a string of obscenities in her ear, her tight little rump rotated in perfect sync with his deep thrusts. Slamming into her talented pussy with animalistic abandon, He came with a roar, dumping a fresh load close to her womb.

They cuddled and resumed their oral exploration. He knew he would be able to perform again in less than thirty minutes. As Geena sucked his cock back to an erect state, he realized it would be sooner.

"Was my pussy tight enough for your big cock?" She asked, almost innocently.

"I could fuck your tight little box all night. You are one very sweet fuck." He replied, as he realized he was ready and she wanted more.

"My ass is so much tighter. I want you in my ass---now! Fuck my tight little butt---cum deep in my bowels. Make me your little anal slut. Stuff my sweet little chute with that fat cock." She whispered.

Geena had taken it up the butt before---that was obvious; he wondered if hubby had gotten any of it. Not having an appropriate lube, he began to lavish attention on her little anal ring with his mouth and tongue. She loved it. They rotated into a sixty-nine and she worked his dirty hole with her own talented mouth. While far from being a virgin, he had never gone to bed with any woman who excited him like Geena did. So far the sex had been beyond anything he could have imagined---and he hadn't even tapped her hot little rump yet.

"Nasty." She whispered. "I like it nasty. Suck my tight little hole. Do you like the taste of my ass? Are you ready to ravage my private hole with that big young cock of yours? Sodomize me you magnificent bastard. Make me your dirty little girl—your dirty little anal bitch. Show me how a real man makes a woman's his own."

He flipped her around and took her ass from the front in the same position he had nailed her hot little box. She neither seemed to need or want a lot of preliminaries. She wanted her ass filled and fucked and she wanted it now.

"Shove it in, baby. Don't fuck around. Make me your women. Jam that big cock in my dirty little hole. Ram it in till I can feel your balls slapping against me." She groaned.

There was nothing like taking a woman up the ass who craved it---needed it and demanded it. With two ejaculation under his belt he found it easy to maintain an even pace as he drilled this middle aged woman's tight little rectum. Many women give up there ass as they age because they are no longer able to satisfy a lover with their aging and less than elastic pussy. Geena's pussy was exceptionally tight---she simply loved it in the back door. 

If anything her movement was more provocative and erotic this time. Most women work their love button with their fingers when being sodomized to help reach their peak. Geena was quite content to let the hard, greasy young cock rubbing the walls of her anal canal get her off. She came surprisingly quickly. The thought of this amazing women who could cum so quickly with anal stimulation alone brought him to the verge of ejaculation. Sooner than he might have liked he coated her rectal walls with his sticky fluid.

As his cock plopped from her dripping hole they caressed in post coital bliss. She eyed the clock on the bed stand and spoke. "I've got to go. Thank you for the astounding ass fuck---and the amazing job you did on my old pussy. I also enjoyed taking your hot load of young cum in my mouth."

As she retrieved her garments, she continued. "How long are you hear for?"

"Just through Tuesday night. I leave early Wednesday morning." He replied.

"Same here." She said. "Would you like to see me again?"

"Absolutely." He replied.

She eyed the room number on the phone. "I'll call you. It's better that way. Can you get away from the meeting during the day?"

"Most of the time I can. Many of the sessions are just optional." He replied, excited at the prospect of another round of wanton fucking with this delightful woman who had let on that she was fifteen years his senior. "I'll check for messages between meetings."

She kissed him goodbye and fondled his barely deflated cock one last time for good measure. "I'd love to help you get that big cock ready for another round---but not tonight." And with that, she was gone through the slider through which they had both entered.

He and Geena got together in his room several times over the next three days---often once during the day when her husband was playing golf and another late session while hubby was sleeping off one too many Martinis. She was nearly insatiable. She worked his young cock with her mouth as if she would die without receiving every drop of his precious fluid. They fucked in every position on every piece of furniture in the room. The slow steamy ass fuck from behind in the shower was one of many highlights of their three day romp. She was exceptionally experienced---even teaching him some tricks he'd never tried before---but definitely wanted to try again in the future.

As she prepared to leave his room for the last time in the predawn hours of Wednesday morning, he knew he would miss her. He'd gently taken her pussy one last time---they had made love. Had she been fifteen or twenty years younger and not married he might just have proposed to her on the spot. Sex for her was play---it was supposed to be fun and she wouldn't have it any other way. As he got to know her better over those three days he also discovered what a bright, well educated and funny woman she was. Without the incredible fucking, she would still have been a delight to do things with---to go out with---even at forty-five.

"Do you ever get to Atlanta?" She asked as she was getting ready to leave.

He was stunned and it showed on his face. "I'm from Atlanta. I live in Atlanta---or at least one of its many suburbs."

Now it was Geena's turn to be surprised. "Which one? We live in Duluth."

"I live in Duluth." He replied.

"Where? Which area?" She incredulously inquired.

He named an upscale gated community that surprised her on two counts. First, it was an extremely expensive area---homes started at $750,000 and went up into the millions. Professional athletes lived there. Entertainers had homes there. It was near the top of the food chain in upscale Atlanta living. The second count was as might be expected. She and her husband lived in the same development.

"You live there? Your parents live there---you live with them?" She inquired.

"No my parent retired to Naples. They never lived anywhere close to Atlanta---Michigan, actually. I live there. I own a house there." As he named the sub section of the development it became obvious to Geena that she and this young man she had been fucking for the last three days were virtually neighbors.

Geena was not a woman who was easily startled; with no further appearance of shock or surprise she got right back on the bicycle. "We'll have to invite you to dinner---very soon. I have a daughter. I think you'd like her. She just turned twenty-five and also lives in Duluth---but not with us. She's a commercial account executive with the phone company. Her name is Amanda."

Instantly, recognition hit him like a freight train. "Amanda is your daughter?" He asked, completely blown away.

"You know my daughter---have you dated her?" Geena asked, slipping off the bicycle again.

"No, no, we've never dated. I met her professionally. She sold me the phone system for my office---over six months ago---my God she looks just like you! How could I have missed it?" He exclaimed.

"Why didn't you ask her out?" Geena responded, back in full control.

"She had a big rock on her hand. I found her very interesting and attractive—the ring cooled my ardor. I'm funny that way." He replied.

"Oh, that's long over---thank God. She finally figured out what a loser he was. I knew, but I never said anything---she had to figure it out on her own." Geena replied.

"I see." He replied, more than a little befuddled.

"Look, what time does your flight leave? Ours is at 8:15." She asked.

"Same flight." He replied. "Are you taking the hotel van?"

"Yep. We'll be riding together. I'll introduce you to my husband---tell him where you live, that you've met our daughter---that we met in the bar and got to know each other while he was golfing. Then we can nail down the dinner date." Geena calming responded.

The three of them not only rode the van together but had their first class seats changed so that they could chat. Her husband was a really neat guy. He was a little over weight and fifteen years older than Geena, but every bit as charming. As he grew fond of Geena's husband he felt a twinge of guilt.

When they got to Atlanta, Geena and her husband had planned to take a limo home. He had his car and offered to drop them off. As he and Geena's husband chatted amiably in the front seat, Geena flashed her tits and pussy at him in the rear view mirror. She had removed her panties before they landed and just didn't need pantyhose. As he said goodbye to them in their driveway---six houses away from his own home, Geena wrote down his phone number and told him she'd call to firm up dinner as soon as she checked with Amanda. It was a bizarre end to a rather fantastic few days in one of South Florida's premier golf resorts. 

Two evening's later he walked the six houses to their house. They were big lots and big houses, but it still couldn't have taken five minutes. Amanda met him at the door. She could have been mistaken for her mother's sister. If anything, he found her more attractive. He recalled that she was tall, easily two or three inches taller than Geena---five eight or even five nine. Her breasts were certainly larger than her mothers, but in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. All of the additional height had gone into legs---fantastic legs---perfectly displayed in a short, stylish business skirt. Her hair was longer than her mother's. Her face, he remembered, was angelic---her voice seductive. If anything nature had started with her mother's great genes and gone one better.

She remembered him well and instead of the expected hand shake gave him a Miss America smile, a big hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. She was truly a knockout. As he was to discover during the evening she shared her mother's quick wit and delightfully easy manner. He was smitten before desert was served. He really enjoyed her dad; he was every bit as bright, charming and interesting as his wife and daughter. 

As they were finishing up, he chose to help Geena clear the table rather than join or interrupt an intense political discussion between Amada and her dad. Geena---with help from her Amanda---proved to be an astonishing cook. He was impressed that unlike many in this neighborhood they did not feel the need to hire help to cook for a guest.

As they were loading the dish washer, Geena spun around and kissed him warmly on the mouth. He felt her tongue enter his mouth as he also felt her hand grope his cock.

"You and Amanda make a really cute couple. I hope you hit it off. If you do, if you date---or more---than what we shared in South Florida comes to an absolute and forever end. I love your cock and you are an amazing lover, but I'm not going to fuck my daughter's beau. I win either way. I think you'd make a great son---if it goes that far. If not, if you're not interested in pursuing Amanda---she is interested in pursuing you, by the way---then I'd enjoy continuing what we started at the golf resort."

Geena had more surprises. "By the way, Amanda and I share a lot. I think she has guessed that I need to get my itch scratched now and again. I've given her some advice over the years and am confident that she is a very talented lover---but I doubt that she loves to take it in the rump---like I do." She stroked his rapidly expanding cock one more time, spinning around to the dishwasher just as Amanda came into the kitchen with the dessert dishes.

Geena, ever the matchmaker, suggested that he and Amanda go grab a drink somewhere. Amanda kidded her mom about her matchmaking tendencies but instantly agreed. Since he had walked, they left after fond farewells in Amanda's late model BMW. As they cleared the neighborhood, Amanda spoke.

"I'm not really much of a bar person, but in any event if you want to go out somewhere, I need to change out of my business clothes. I came over right after work. I have some single barrel bourbon, a decent wine selection and beer. I live about five minutes away. Are you game?" He agreed without hesitation, trying to avoid watching her fantastic long legs as she had pulled her skirt to mid thigh to drive.




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She had a very attractive condo is a nice section of town. She invited him to pour a drink---he went with the Knob Creek---while she changed. He heard the shower go on and off and after about fifteen minutes she returned. She was wearing a shorty terry robe that only further accentuated her stunningly perfect legs. He quickly realized that she had absolutely nothing on under the robe as she toweled her damp hair and sat next to him on the sofa. 

She was breath taking with no makeup and wet hair. As the robe fell open he had a full view of her astounding breasts and firm, upturned nipples. Making no attempt to hide her near nudity she sat with uncrossed legs. He could clearly see her closely trimmed little snatch as the robe—which hardly covered her bush when she was standing---revealed everything when she sat down. 

She took a big sip from the bourbon he had poured her and quickly went up on her knees, pulled the sash on the robe, shook it off her shoulders and climbed into his arms. It was the most intensely erotic few seconds of his young life.

After making love to his mouth with hers she began to softly stroke his rock hard cock. She wickedly leaned back for a moment, placed her fingers in her mouth and stroked her labia and her clit, fully inserting her slender young fingers inside her steamy little snatch. She then offered him the fingers---which he sucked into his own mouth without hesitation. 

Needing no more encouragement, he pushed her over on her back, pulled her long legs up and went down on her. Her pussy was so damned sweet---like mother like daughter. If angels had pussies, this is how they'd taste. The aroma of her young cunt was intoxicating. He was shaking as he brought her to a quick orgasm with his lips and tongue.

Equally aggressively, she pushed him back on the sofa, removed his shirt and shorts and took his stiff cock into her throat. There just has to be a cock sucking gene, he thought to himself. Geena gave the best head he had ever experienced. Amanda did her mom one better. He came quickly, never wanting his cock to leave her warm young mouth. She didn't waste a drop, cooing and moaning as she sucked the last dregs from his still hard organ. 

She stood up, took his hand and led him toward her bedroom. She simply said, "It's time to fuck."

Geena had quite simply been the best fuck of his life; he could not imagine ever finding a woman who turned him on as much as she had. Amanda shared her mother's wanton desire to enjoy fucking to the fullest. She was every bit as playful and adventurous in bed. As she explored ever nook and cranny of his muscular young body with her mouth and nimble fingers he found himself again shaking with anticipation. Possibly it was her youth or the fleeting thought that this woman was very available for a real---even long term---relationship. She was also just the right age to be considered a serious partner.

Long after he was ready to perform they continued their mutual oral discovery. He wanted to fuck her---needed to make love to her wet young cunt with his cock. The arousal he felt as he kissed her most private places had taken him to a peak which he had never before experienced. As her firm young body caressed his own he was trembling again---or still. She briefing took his turgid prick in her mouth, cupping his balls tenderly and gently massaging his anal ring with a finger. She loved his cock in her mouth but urgently needed him inside her pussy. She told him what she needed.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me now." She whispered, rolling on to her back and pulling her long legs up to her shoulders to give him perfect access to her delightful little quim.

As he moved between her perfectly sculpted young thighs he began to tease her labia with the head of his rock hard organ. Like her mother, she didn't want a tease---she wanted to be penetrated. She grabbed his hips and thrust her own forward impaling herself on his stiff prick. 

He was dizzy with delirium as he felt the walls of her birth canal envelop him. This was not a woman who waited for cock; nor was she one who let her partner do all the work. He didn't fuck her---they fucked each other. The movement of her fine young hips and delectable ass perfectly complement his deep strong thrusts---she liked to screw. They worked together in perfect harmony nipping each other playfully as the climbed their collective peak.

It was for him as if he had been transported to another dimension. Their coupling was both intensely erotic and lovingly tender. It astounded him that two people fucking for the first time could be in such perfect sync. It was as if God had created these two young people for this purpose---to pleasure one another as no others could. 

He could not imagine ever making love again which such deep emotional intensity. It was like the first time, the very first time---only so much better. As incredibly urgent and passionate as their fucking was it also was a spiritual experience. It was hot sweaty monkey love---but it was also something more. He knew in his heart that no other woman could ever make him feel this complete---and that sex would never be the same for him again. He could not lose this woman---he must not lose this woman.

They came together after an exhausting marathon of mutual pleasure. He continued to softy stroke her pussy with his cock searching for the second or third orgasm inside her that he knew was there. Teasing her with his young cock he was exhilarated when she came twice more. As he collapsed in total exhaustion atop her beautiful young form, he was simply in heaven. He could die a happy man, now. It just couldn't get any better.

As he rolled off of her she rolled over on her side and he pressed his dripping body against her own moist form from behind. He softly caressed her perfect young thighs and kissed her neck and shoulders. If fucking could be a near death experience this bout had been just that. He wrapped his arms around her, softly grazing her dripping pubic mound and gently fondling her perfect breasts. He knew it had been special for her also.

"So, my fine young stud---am I a better fuck than my mom?" Amanda inquired, out of the blue.

""What? Oh, shit." He exclaimed sitting up and breaking contact with her warm young body.

She sat up too. "It's, okay, baby, its okay---I didn't mean to startle you." She said, regretting having broken the moment and equally regretting losing his strong body against her own, kissing him gently as one might kiss a frightened child. She pulled him back down and they snuggled together---just as it was supposed to be.

Amanda began to speak softly. "She didn't tell me---if that's what you were thinking. Mom and I love dad absolutely. He is fifteen years older than she is and had had some medical issues. Mom is an intensely sexual being; she is one of those rare souls who can differentiate fucking from love." She paused, as if to say, I'm not sure I share my mother's open mindedness.

Amanda went on. "Mom has to scratch her itch every now and again. The way she looked at you---and I did catch her groping your cock in the kitchen---I figured you had been her most recent itch medicine. Mom and I are pretty damned close. She was always very frank with me in matters of the body. She would never tell me that she had just had a fling with some young stud, but she has often shared very detailed advice concerning all types of sexual pleasure."

Amanda continued. "Mom's never introduced me to any of her paramours before---let alone tried to play matchmaker with her most recent lover. She hustled us out the door as if to say, "go fuck like nice little children". That was a little weird. You made quite an impression her---above and beyond the impression you made with that oversized fuck tool of yours." She said, reaching back to squeeze his slowly recovering cock.

Amanda went on briefly. "Look, I thought you were pretty damned hot the first time I ever met you. I don't fuck every man I meet on the first date---unless I'm very, very interested. I'm no man's slut nor do I ever want to be just a fling or a one night stand. On the other hand, if there is one thing mom taught me it's that if the sex doesn't work, the rest of the relationship won't work either. Why wait around to discover that you just don't turn each other on?"

She was silent for a minute then spoke softly. "So, you didn't answer my question."

He thought for a moment. "This is going to sound corny, I fear, but here goes. You had me trembling like a leaf. It went way beyond any physical experience I've ever had. With you, the earth moved. My life flashed before my eyes. It was almost a spiritual, out of body experience. I've never felt that connected to any other human being. Making love with you was the most special thing I've ever done in my life."

She rolled over and kissed him softly. "That was very sweet and not at all corny. I don't want to be one of those women who says, 'me too', but that was the most intensely sublime and deeply satisfying it's ever been for me. It was physically beyond belief---you made me cum three times with your cock! No man has every come close. I felt so connected with you that I never wanted it to end."

She continued. "I liked you immediately when we worked together on your phone system. I was nearing the inevitable end of a stupid relationship that I never should have gotten involved in. He was a bad boy---I'm attracted to them---he was also a bad man. You're a bit of a bad boy---you pick up a forty-five year old golf widow---who also happens to be my mother--- and fuck her brains out. Well, in mom's case I'm not sure who fucked whose brains out---no details please! It's bad enough knowing the man you just fucked also recently and repeated fucked you mom---the details would be too weird. Anyway I knew as I got to know you several months back that you were a pretty damned good man."

She paused again, holding him tightly, then went on. "We've got some history here. I hope you want to see me again---for a long time. My mother doesn't pick up trash. The only condition I have is that you can only fuck one of us---I'm sure mom told you the same thing. I know it's all a little surreal. Do we have a future? Can a relationship that began with sex---albeit mind blowing sex---evolve into something more? It feels so right lying here in your arms. Please tell me we've got some sort of future---whatever that future may be."

Are you going to tell Geena—your mom---that you know?" He asked.

"Probably. Are you okay with that?" She inquired.

"It's your call—but probably for the best." He said.

It was his turn to answer her question. "Amanda, I've never wanted anything to work more than I want us to work. I was fascinated with you back those many months ago---and terribly disappointed that, as I saw it, you weren't available. I've already told you that the physical part was more than just great sex. I've never felt the way you make me feel. I never want another day to go by without you in my arms. Sweet, dear heart, I'm too old for infatuation and I don't fall for someone easily. You own my heart---please don't break it." As he finished his short soliloquy, he softly kissed her soft, warm young lips.

She got serious, but playfully so. "Are we talking about love, here? Don't say it---at least not at this moment. If that's what it is the words will come at the right time."

He knew he could say those three special words without any hesitation. But she was right. Now was not the moment. They both needed a break from the intensely serious romantic conversation that had evolved. He completely recovered fuck tool provided the perfect excuse.

As they rolled back into the spooning position they had assumed following their last fuck, his stiffening cock nestled in the crack of her gorgeous behind. She began slowly moving her ass back against his hard prick, working it deeper into the crack of her fine young rump.

He assumed she wanted him to take her pussy in this position in a slow leisurely side to side screw. He was wrong. It would turn out that Geena had also been wrong. Amanda's thought were decidedly anal as she reached back and positioned the bulbous head of his manly implement at the entrance to her tightest hole. Before they continued, he slid down and lavished the tight twist of her anal barrier with his tongue. She responded appropriately by screwing her behind back into his face.

"Fuck me. Fuck me there." she groaned. "Take my ass. I want to be your woman. Make me your woman with that big cock."

He moved back up and reacquired the target. She thrust her hips back suddenly, taking the head of his organ past the tight muscle that protected her most personal place. He eased inside her rectum, reading her signals as if he could read her mind. Soon, her incredible tight, hot young bowels had absorbed every inch of his manhood. 

It was slow, tender and loving---but intensely erotic. Not wanting to hurt her with a prolonged or too rigorous ass fuck—and completely at the mercy of her velvet like anal canal---he came fairly quickly. Feeling his hot fluid bathe the walls of her tight little envelope, she came a few seconds later, softly sobbing in orgasmic bliss.

As they cuddled and held each other tightly, Amanda spoke. "I know my mom likes it—loves it--- in the ass. She's often told me how much I was missing by not trying it. I was always scared. You were the first—the only man who has ever done that to me before. I'm so happy I saved my special hole for you. You owned me when you filled me completely with your magnificent cock. You made me your woman---I pray that you want to keep me as your woman for a very long time---not to mention giving me a repeat performance in my exquisite little behind."

Common sense said it was too soon—that somehow it was foolish to say. He couldn't help himself and knew in his heart that it was the most honest thing he had ever said in his life and not simply a response to their astounding physical compatibility.

"I love you, Amanda. It was meant to be. I could never want, need or love another woman the way I love you. You don't have to answer, but I couldn't help myself." He softly told her.

She rolled back over into his arms. "You're not a foolish man. I believe you love me. You have to know I love you. We're not kids and we're neither stupid nor easily swayed. I love you so much I ache inside. I believe with all my heart that the bizarre string of event that brought us together was fate—it was always meant to be."

They dozed for several hours, awakening several times during the night to explore each other and bring each other more pleasure. They made love with a wanton lust combined with a deep emotional tenderness that neither had ever experienced before.

Amanda told her mom the next day. It was a much easier discussion than either might have expected.

"He's yours now, you lucky bitch!" Her mother said teasingly.

"And don't you ever forget it, mother!" Amanda replied teasingly, but both women knew she was deadly serious.

As he and Amanda spent every available minute together over the next several months, he occasionally had to endure a more than friendly kiss and an occasional grope from the woman who would become his mother. She never did it secretly, but always in front of her beloved daughter. She would often accompany it with a lewd comment to her daughter, to wit, "I'm just getting him ready". Amanda would usually reply that she was more than capable of getting him ready to fuck her without any parental assistance. 

The open sexual banter between mother and daughter was alien to him but he soon came to accept and even enjoy it. Neither of these delightful women had a hint of sexual hang-up. They liked men; they liked to fuck. They didn't play sexual games. He felt very lucky.

He slipped a large diamond on the third finger of her left hand three months later. He had prefaced it by asking her father for his daughter's hand in marriage. Amanda's dad had grown extremely fond of this good man who had been courting his only child---the feeling was mutual. Both men's eyes filled with tears of joy as they embraced.

They were married three months later in one of those lavish Southern weddings that so often fill the society pages of the local papers. When they returned from their honeymoon in Florence, Amanda was pregnant with the first of their three children.

Her pregnancy was at times uncomfortable but ultimately the scary moments passed and she gave birth to a healthy bouncing baby boy. She teased her husband mercilessly about knocking her up and making her so damned uncomfortable, but both new that in her heart carrying her lover's baby to term was the ultimate fulfillment of her heart's desire.

During the last few days before she went into labor, her doctor moved her into the hospital as a precaution. Their sex life had come to a screeching halt to the consternation of both young lovers. Her ass hurt like hell—varicose veins that would shrink as soon as she got the damned bowling ball out of her belly. 

They had been restricted from regular sex for almost two weeks as a precaution--- demanded by her physician. She had experienced some late term nausea---which is why the doctor was concerned---so sucking cock was not high on her list. She neither felt sexy nor craved sex---not her normal state of mind by a long shot. 

Her dear husband seemed unconcerned about their lack of physical activity, spending ever possible moment at his young bride's side. When he wasn't holding her hand, her mother or father took his place at her bed side.

As her mother was preparing to leave her hospital room, she knew Amanda needed the rest that she had been put there to receive. She spoke to her mother.

"Mom, just this one time…you can….I want you to…he needs." She was drifting in and out of consciousness.

"What do you need me to do, baby? Anything, it's yours, just tell me." Her mother whispered in her ear.

"Go see him…go see my husband…he's home now…go fuck him, he needs to be fucked regularly. I can't. I so want to, but I can't." Amanda mumbled, coming back to an awake state as she recognized the import of what she was saying.

"Baby, we made a deal. He's your man, he'll always be your man. I'd love to fuck him, but---are you sure you know what you're saying?" Geena asked.

"Just this one time, mom---please! Make sure he knows I approve—I want him and you…" She trailed off.

Geena gave her daughter a kiss and squeezed her hand. "The sacrifices a mother must make for her children." She quipped. "How many of these little rug rats are you planning to have, anyway?"

"Don't get your hopes up, mom." Amanda said with a small grin. "They say the next one is easier. I fully intend to fuck him right up to the minute I go into labor." And then more seriously. "Just this time, okay?"

They kissed and Geena departed to perform her parental responsibility. Before Amanda drifted off into a restful sleep she called the man she loved to tell him that his mother was headed in his direction.

"Why, what's up?" He asked.

"I've enlisted her services since I am not currently able to fulfill the obligations of our marital bed. She's coming over to fuck you---with my blessing." Amanda told him.

He protested. She finally got firm. "Look, if the two of you don't want to fuck, fine. I've just given you permission to nail the second best piece of ass you've ever had---just this once. Mom is horny. You're horny. Just do it and spare me the details…or maybe not."

As he hung up the phone, he had accepted his fate. When Geena arrived she delicately tried to explain why she was there. He cut her off.

"I know, Amanda called and told me." He calmly informed her.

"Well let's stop wasting time." Geena replied with a lascivious grin, rapidly disrobing in the family room.




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Having exclusively enjoyed Amanda's charms for over a year he'd almost---but not quite—forgotten what an astounding fuck toy Geena could be. She went down on him immediately in the family room---sucking him off with her usual expertise and quickly receiving a larger than normal load of his sticky hot fluid as her reward.

It was like riding a bicycle as they both recalled each other's hot buttons. Geena was no bicycle. She was a well tuned, sleek and extremely fast racing machine. They fucked as many times as he could get it up for three solid hours---and he got it up more often than expected.

It became clear that when Amanda had said, "Just this once", she actually mean that they could fuck until she was again able to at least suck her man dry with her mouth---which she did a few short hours after the birth of their first child less than a week later. In that short interim he serviced both of Geena's still tight little holes at every opportunity---every day in fact. Neither wanted for oral attention to their most intimate places either.

Amanda had textbook pregnancies the next two times and, as she had promised, kept her man to herself from then on out. She never again found the need to share her husband with her mother. Just hours before she began her second labor her lover service her mouth, cunt and ass to her great delight.

If it was possible, their love for each other grew more intense with the passing years. Neither ever needed the love or lust of another to satisfy them, fucking like bunnies well into their eighties. As a result, Amanda never found a need for a paramour---nor did the love of her life. In that special regard, like mother like daughter just didn't apply.



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This story happened in February of 2008. I'm still a little creeped out by it, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I guess that's what happens when you think with the wrong head. 

Anyway, I had just finished a month long business trip to Germany and was flying home. Unfortunately, I didn't have a direct flight and had to make a stop in Atlanta before flying home. Everything went smoothly until we landed there. I made it to my connecting gate with know problem and we boarded the plane on time, but soon after finding my seat, the captain's voice came over the loudspeaker and informed us that we would be delayed due to some mechanical problems. He said it would only be 30 to 45 minutes, so there was no need to unload the plane. 

I settled back in my seat and closed my eyes, trying to get some sleep, but the rather large man sitting next to me kept elbowing me as he adjusted himself in the seat that was way too small. Even though sleep didn't come, I did start to daydream. As I mentioned, I had been away from home and my beautiful bride Lissy for a month. This meant a whole four weeks without sex! I had talked to her right after we landed in Atlanta and she had told me in great detail about what she wanted to do to me and what she was expecting me to do to her when I got home. The combination of that conversation and my daydream made my cock extremely hard and I wished with all my might that I could get home fast. 

I guess I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I had awakened with a start as the pilot came back on the intercom. He informed us that the mechanical problem was worse than expected. We would have to get off the plane and wait for another. There was a collective moan from the passengers as we all grabbed our carry-on bags and prepared to exit. After moving to the new gate they provided us, I called Lissy to let her know of the change in plans. 

After another hour or so, the second plane arrived at the gate and we repeated the drill from the first. By this time, it was really late, especially for me and my jetlag, and all I wanted to do was to get home. Unfortunately, the travel gods had other ideas. It seemed that bad weather had moved in and all flights were being held. Another hour went by and we were informed that all flights were canceled until the following morning. We could either stay at the airport or the airline would put us up for the night in a hotel. 

Again I called Lissy and gave her the bad news. I was prepared to spend the night in the hotel until she reminded me that her parents lived just outside Atlanta (something I was well aware of but was too tired to remember) and said that they'd be more than happy to put me up for the night. I hung up with her and called them to confirm it was all right. The next thing I knew, I was in a taxi headed to my's house. 

I arrived there in about 40 minutes and was warmly welcomed with a hot meal. I thanked them for everything and excused myself to take a hot shower and turn in for the night. I was beyond exhausted. 

I lay in the soft bed, staring at the ceiling and wishing I was at home. I yearned to have Lissy laying beside me, or better yet have her soft lips wrapped around my cock, or better still have my cock buried deep inside her tight pussy. I was so hard just thinking about it that I considered jerking off. 

Just as I was dozing off, I heard a soft knock at the door. Before I could say anything or get out of bed, the door slowly opened and someone came in. I couldn't make out who it was because of the darkness. The person moved to the side of the bed where I was laying and I could see it was my mother. 

"Are you awake?" she asked in a whisper. 

"Just dozing," I replied, a little shocked at her presence. "Do you need something?" 

"No," she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "I just came to check on you." 

"I'm fine, just really tired from the traveling. Plus, I really want to get home to see Lissy. I hate being away from her." 

"I'll bet you do," she said. I could hear the smile in her voice. As she said this, she reached out her hand and gently rubbed it over the blankets, right where my cock was. First I thought it was a mistake, maybe because it was so dark in the room, however she kept doing it. I gently tried to push her hand away, but she resisted, continuing to rub, applying just the right amount of pressure to my already supersensitive cock, which was beginning to get hard in spite of who was rubbing it. 

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously. 

"Listen," she said, "as you know, my husband was in the military for over 20 years. During that time there were quite a few overseas deployments when he was away from me. And over that time, I learned exactly what it is he wanted whenever he got home. I'm guessing that you're no different. Now, I'll be very blunt with you, I'm not going to spread my legs for you; my pussy is only meant for one man, but I will give you a little something to help you relax and tied you over till you get home to my daughter." 

I was speechless. I had never guessed that this prim and proper woman of almost 60 would have thought, let alone said, something like I had just heard. I honestly thought I was dreaming. 

Before I could respond, she had slid her hand underneath the covers and resumed rubbing my cock. I really couldn't think of anything to say, probably the tiredness again, and it did feel good. Next, she pulled down the covers completely and said, "how about taking off those briefs." 

I hesitated for a minute, as thoughts of Lissy ran through my head. 

"It's ok," she replied, "Lissy told me to take care of you and that's what I'm going to do." 

Again, I didn't say anything, just slipped off my briefs and laid back to see what would happen next. She played with my balls a bit, gently caressing them and slid a finger over the tip of my cock, collecting the drops of precum that oozed from it. I closed my eyes and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of her warm and obviously well practiced fingers touching me. I expected to hear the opening of a bottle of lube and to receive a very satisfying handjob, so I was a bit shocked when I felt her warm mouth close around the tip of my cock. 

This was too much! Lissy might, and I emphasize the word MIGHT, have been understanding about a handjob from her mom, but there was no way in Hell she'd ever accept me receiving a blowjob from her. I began to protest, but she sat up and said, "don't worry, all this is fine. Lissy told me to take care of you and I know from experience that this is one thing a man wants after being without a piece of ass for a long time. Now lay back and enjoy." 

I did as she said. She placed her tongue under my balls, actually kinda close to my asshole, and licked from there to the tip of my cock, pausing at the tip to give it a little more attention. Then she took me deep inside her mouth, wiggling her tongue and making sucking sounds. "Wow," I thought to myself, "now I see where Lissy gets her gag reflex and oral skills." It felt amazing! 

She began to move my cock in and out of her mouth, across her soft lips and tongue. Slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. I arched my back slightly and moved my hips in rhythm with her bobbing head, timing my thrusts so that my cock was shoved even deeper in her mouth. God, it felt amazing! 

My balls were about ready to explode when she stopped, sat up and said, "one thing, I'm not going to swallow your cum. I'll only do that for my husband. Is that ok?" 

"Yes," I replied hoarsely. 

"Good," she said, lowering her head to resume sucking. "Now call me Lissy," she demanded. "I want to hear you call me Lissy." 

"Oh suck me Lissy! Suck my cock and make me cum!" Faster and faster she moved her head and swirled her tongue. "Yes Lissy! Suck it like a bad girl!" I wanted to call her a dirty little slut or a cunt the way Lissy likes me to do, but being that this was my mother, I wasn't sure how that would go over. I guess since she was laying on the bed with my cock in her mouth, it probably wouldn't have mattered, but I still didn't want to take a chance. 

"I'm going to cum!" I whispered, just as I unleashed a torrent of cum. She moved her head, but not quite fast enough. 

"Fuck!" she exclaimed, "you got it in my hair and I just got a shower." 

"Sorry," I said. 

"Don't worry about it, I'm out of practice. I'm used to swallowing. Now get some sleep," she said as she stood up and moved to the door. "If I know my daughter, you're going to need lots of strength when you get home." 

She left the room, softly closing the door behind her. As I drifted off to sleep I wondered what my Lissy would've thought of this whole episode and pondered if she had even given her mom permission. I resolved not to bring up the subject unless prompted. I fell asleep with visions of Lissy riding my cock.



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Jesse Adkins squeezed her lips tightly around the huge hard-on that filled her mouth. The big powerful spurts she had just swallowed had began to ease, but she continued to suck at her lover's semi-hard and still delicious penis, drawing out his last creamy drops. Fully drained for the moment, Stash Molinski gently squeezed the naked girl between his legs, and stroking her hair he bragged on her blow job. "Baby," he told her, "you're the best cocksucking little Bitch ever!" 

Jesse savored the load of love juice Stash had just given her, and looked up at her man with bright happy eyes. She was barely eighteen, and in her senior year of high school. She felt very lucky indeed to have a boyfriend who was almost twenty two, out of school, and working full time at the battery factory on the edge of town. To Jesse, being called "the best cocksucking bitch ever" by her lover was high praise indeed, and Jesse glowed satisfaction at what she considered a complement despite its vulgarity. 

Jesse took her task of satisfying her man's sexual appetite very seriously, and nothing pleased her more than to have some new sensual delight waiting for Stash on his afternoon visit. She had been planning today's blow job since early this morning. Stash did so love good head. She had given it her all when she went down on him this afternoon, and she could tell from the full load of cum in her mouth that she had done well. 

Jesse's dad had died young of a sudden heart attack three years ago. Jesse's trip thru puberty without the dominant father she adored had left her craving male approval. Stash's daily return to her bed had become by far the most important thing in her young life. Despite her tender age and inexperience, she was determined to give Stash better sex than the horny and man-hungry females who worked side by side with him at the factory. He could have his pick of any of those whores, and she meant to do whatever was necessary to keep him returning to her house to fuck her instead. 

And return almost daily he did, even though as a stud-still-in-training, Stash as yet had only the sketchiest understanding of the grip he held on Jesse's fragile teenage ego. What he did know was that this was an easy and regular piece of ass. So it was that every day, regular as clockwork, Stash left work at 3:00 p.m. and headed for the 7-11 store a block away the little two bedroom Adkins home where Jesse lived with her mother. 

Jesse knew her mother would skin her alive if she discovered she was having sex, let alone sex with a boy four years her senior. By insisting that Stash leave his car at the convenience store, Jesse was able to hide her trysts from the nosy neighbors who might notice a strange car regularly parked in the driveway and report it to her mother. The short walk from the store was no hardship for Stash. Even allowing for the few minutes lost, he still had two full hours to put Jesse through her paces in bed, and slip away before Jesse's mother, Cora Adkins, who worked as a teller at a local bank, arrived home at about 5:30 or so. 

Poor Jesse! Her age, her inexperience, and her troubled ego, had made her an easy prey for Stash even though he was still a pretty green cocksman. Blinded by what she was sure was love, and the things he did to her pussy, Jesse could not see that Stash Molinski was nothing but a pussy hound, a big dumb piece of dirt without any talent or ability to speak of excepting only the instinct and big cock necessary to seek out, find, and fuck, vulnerable females. 

In fairness to Stash, however, it ought to be said that he was the answer to a prayer for any woman hungry for a big cock. In that department, mother nature had been more than just generous, equipped as he was with 10+ inches of fat woman tamer almost perpetually hard in the presence of a naked female. Tempted by such a spectacular female pacifier, how could the young and impressionable Jesse possibly know how dangerous Stash was to her, or how to protect herself from him. 

Stash on the other hand was doing what came naturally to a pussy hound. Tomcat instincts told him he had an good thing going with Jesse Adkins, and that he should push her to the limit. Innocent little bitches like Jesse were easy pickings for men like Stash. Believing herself to be in love, Jesse would never expect such selfish motives of her boyfriend, and of course it never entered Jesse's mind that Stash might be unfaithful to her. She had no way to know of course that she was only a filler fuck for Stash's otherwise empty afternoons. As often as not after he was finished with her, he would pick up one of the sluts from the factory and hump her all the rest of the evening. 

Today Stash had worked an hour of overtime and he was late getting to the Adkins house. The delay made him even more randy than usual, and he was in such a hurry to have his dick sucked that he skipped the regular routine and left his car in the Adkins' driveway instead of at the 7-11. 

Jesse was naked and waiting for him. Stash had his shirt open and was already dropping his pants as he came thru the door. By the time he hit Jesse's bedroom he had lost his shoes and jockey shorts. Except for his socks, Stash was buck ass bare when Jesse pushed him sprawling onto her bed and crawled between his legs. The blow job Jesse had so carefully planed was indeed special, but as horny as they both were, it didn't last very long. By a little past 4:35 p.m. Jesse had already finished her special treat and was swallowing the ejaculation it had produced. 

Stash felt all warm and satisfied as he lay there with Jesse's mouth still firmly wrapped around his cock. "Damn but this bitch gives some really great head," he said to himself. "After I rest a little, Maybe I'll try a slice of that tight young pussy for desert. Man, this IS the life," 

True to his nature, however, not even a great blow job could keep Stash's mind off his constant hunt for pussy. Incredibly,with a pretty girl lying naked in his arms, he was already planing his evening on the prowl. Jesse, however, rolled over and pressed her ample young tits against him ruining his concentration, and bringing him abruptly back to the bird he had in hand. 

Tonight could wait! There was plenty of time for a piece of ass from this eager teen bitch before her mother would be home. For the moment, however, sated and satisfied, relaxed and dozing, his horny left him. He and his teen mistress nuzzled and kissed for a while, and then unexpectedly, they both fell asleep. 

Neither of them awoke when the back door opened and closed. Once before Stash had over stayed and almost been caught, but he had been able to hide in the closet until he could get dressed and slip away while Jesse distracted her mother. Today, however, the amorous couple were both sound asleep, their nude bodies wrapped around each other, when Jesse's mother, suspicious about the strange car out front, suddenly threw open the bedroom door. 

Stunned and surprised, perhaps a full half minute went silently by as each of the three struggled with what to do or say next. It was Jesse's mother who first gathered her wits and spoke.. or should I say yelled, "WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE, JESSE?"

Cora Adkins was angry, and she was at a full frenzied shout as she snapped at Stash, "AND JUST WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

Jesse, totally terrified, tried to answer, "Well, Mom, it's like this....." 

"It's like WHAT, you little slut," Cora interrupted. 

She was growing even more angry by the second as the full realization of the shocking scene before her began to sink in. 

"Suppose you tell me what it's like. Just what IS it like to be a whore!" 

During all this explosion, Stash just lay quietly on the bed, making not the slightest effort to cover his nakedness. Once more, Mrs. Adkins pointed her fury at him and shouted out her dismay.

"Get out of my house! Get the hell out of my house this instant... and don't you ever come back... AND JUST WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ANYWAY?" 

Right then Stash's tomcat genes clicked into high gear. "What the hell," he thought. "What have I got to loose?" 

He was smirking arrogantly as he stood to confront this angry older woman. He stooped down from his six foot four inch height so that his face was squarely in the face of this five foot five bantam mother hen who was fluffing her feathers and threatening to peck him. 

"My name is Stash Molinski, Ma'am. Glad to finally make your acquaintance." Stash's voice absolutely dripped with a smug sarcasm. 

Such insolence... but the very brass of the boy's answer slowed the furious Cora Adkins who cut her next angry words short in order to take inventory on this 'Stash Molinski'. He was tall, blond and muscular, a bit young perhaps, but none the less a handsome youth with obvious potential as a stud. Even so young, the arrogant way he stood there trying to stare her down reminded her a lot of Jesse's dead father. 

While Jesse's mother was looking him over, Stash was reaching some conclusions of his own. He had never seen this woman before, and somehow he thought she would look older. A pretty face and a dynamite body, she could pass for 10 years younger than the forty plus she was. A little on the petite side like her daughter, but with more hips and even bigger boobs, Cora was really a quite striking and sexy woman. 

"Damn," Stash thought, "Ms Adkins has got some stuff. I'll bet she is something in the sack." 

Then, beneath all the anger in her face and eyes, he was sure he caught just a flicker of uncertainty. Stash Molinski, the natural born cocksman in training had stumbled across an important discovery: A woman's emotions can often be read from her face. 

Even during this first exchange, and despite her anger, Cora had not overlooked Stash's one best asset. Befitting his occupation of sexual predator, Stash was hung like a horse, and Cora could hardly have missed the great thick penis dangling from between his legs. Although that male monster was now soft after Jesse's blow job and then a nap, it remained at least nine or ten inches long, and it swayed enticingly from side to side as Stash left the bed. 

Once on his feet, incredibly that great male organ began to raise itself as if it was seeking the admiration of this angry female. In a grudging way, Cora was indeed awed by what she saw. Even in her anger, she could not take her eyes off it, and distracted by Mother Nature's awesome gift to this boy, her morale outrage was pushed to the back of her mind. "God, but he is big!" she thought. "Was her little girl really able to take all that male meat inside her teen twat?" Cora could only marvel as it grew even larger even as she watched. "How could he possibly be getting a hard-on even in the face of her anger and what has happened here?" 

The disconcerting vision of her daughter's tiny pussy stretched tightly around this monster of a penis overwhelmed Cora for just a moment or two, and she forgot what she was going to say next. As things turned out that loss of concentration would be a pivot in the struggle between Cora Adkins and Stash Molinski. As she hesitated, Stash took the offensive. 

"Look Lady, why don't you shut your fucking mouth and leave us alone here. This ain't any of your business anyway." Stash's lips were curled into snarl as went on, "And I don't have to take none of your shit neither!" 

With that he drew his arm back and slapped Cora as hard as he could across the face with an open hand. The woman dropped straight to her knees, stunned by the force of the blow. Drained of her anger by the distraction of Stash's incredible penis, and by his unexpected violence, Cora was suddenly unable to reply. He stood over her menacingly with his left arm drawn back across his body threatening to strike another blow, this time with the back of his hand. Silent now, and intimidated this naked and sexy masculine hunk, Cora's outrage deserted her. She cringed away from the threat, and with that retreat, her initiative and control of the situation leaked away. 

Cora Adkins recognized from experience the danger she was in. Her deceased husband, Jesse's father, had learned of her submissive nature early in their courtship, and he had begun to sexually abuse her for his own erotic amusement even before they were married. 

In their life together, she had served her husband as much as his sex slave as his wife. At every opportunity he humiliated and abused her, beginning with beating her for no reason other than the pleasure of hearing her scream and beg for mercy. Those whippings became a regular ritual for him. He would make his wife stand before him with her arms up over her head as he lashed her from her neck to her knees with a limber switch cut from a handy bush in the back yard. She would cry, and thru her sobs plead with him to stop and fuck her instead. Yet despite her shame and the burning whelts that crisscrossed her body, she almost always reached an orgasm before he was done with her.

Her whippings were only the beginning of her husband's rein of terror, nor did he confine her abuse to the privacy of their own bedroom. He often paraded her naked, sometimes in front of strangers at some sleazy bar, and at other times before friends and neighbors. 

Not always satisfied with mere humiliation, on occasion her husband would select a man from those ogling her nude body, often someone that Cora knew quite well, and force her to give him a blow job while the other spectators, both male and female, watched and made smutty comments. The worst, however, were the times he would deliver her to some man, or sometimes to a man and woman, be used as a whore. Then on her return to his bed, he would make her describe in detail all the dirty things that were done to her. 

For almost seventeen years Cora had suffered through everything her husband had demanded of her... and God forgive her, for all that time she had been a woman in heat. To be used as a sexual plaything had been an aphrodisiac to Cora. The more outrageous her husband's abuse, the more turned on she became, and the more she lusted to have a cock buried in her cunt. A born submissive, she was never more sexy and alive than when she was on her knees before her master.. just as she was now in front of Stash Molinski. She looked up at that incredible cock swinging free over her head with a feeling of de je vu... and doom. 

Could she stand up to this young blond Adonis, or was she already his for the taking? Terrified of her weakness for servitude, Cora had carefully avoided any involvement with a man since her husband's untimely death. Now, however, this dominating boy had caught her unawares and unprepared, and the very thing she had feared most seemed unavoidable. Cora was acutely aware that she must stop, run away, hide, do anything to avoid this challenge, but somehow she could not. 

The truth was she desperately missed those intense orgasms her husband and others had given her as she serviced their cocks during her years of degrading slavery. Lonely and unhappy for the past three years, her mind was clouded by the memory of what it was like to be at the mercy of a demanding male animal. She could see herself again as she once was, naked and on her knees, her hands tied behind her back, her mouth full of cock. 

That image brought indecision about what to do with Stash Molinski, and in her uncertainty, she did exactly the wrong thing, she dropped her head to avoid the intimidating stare of Stash's eyes. Now she was not only on her knees at the feet of a masterful male, but cowering as well. 

But what did Stash know of his advantage? Although a naturally talented pussy predator, he was as yet inexperienced, and this was new ground for him. He had never been this aggressive with a woman before, and he was unsure of the consequences. He was more than a little surprised, even stunned, by this unexpected success with an older woman. 

"Damn," he thought to himself. "Why haven't I tried this before. I can't believe it. She's really afraid. And shit, the hungry way she stared at my cock! I wonder if I can push her into fucking me." 

Cora could see in his eyes what he was thinking, and she continued to struggle for a way out of this mess. 

"Good God," she thought, "Is this boy going to make me fuck him. I must not let him do that. Perhaps he will be satisfied with my mouth. A young man always likes to have an older woman suck his dick. But, shouldn't I bargain with him first? How do I do that? Do I say, 'Kind Sir, I'll gladly give you a blow job if only you'll leave me and my daughter alone?' If I only had the courage to ask him that! Or maybe I should just go ahead and do it. His cock is only a few inches over my head. Without saying anything, I could raise my mouth to him, take that big plumb head between my lips and begin. I wonder? What would happen if I didn't ask, just started to suck him?"

Cora gave herself a mental slap in the face. "Come on woman, you can't be as big a slut as all that," she told herself. But if that was so why was she debating a way to tell her tormentor that she was willing to suck his cock. SHOULD she suck him hadn't been the question, only IF and HOW she should beg his permission.

"What a weenie of a whore you are Cora," she said to herself. "Admit it! This kid slaps your face one time and all you can think about is sucking him off." 

Had the three years she had spent trying to put all this behind her been in vain? Was the nightmare about to begin all over again, only this time with a mere boy in her daughter's bed! Cora knew it was essential that she clear her mind and regain some measure of control over both the situation and herself. But could she do that? Already her pussy was sopping wet. A few minutes more and her juices would be running down her leg. Every fiber of her being urged her to submit to this young stallion. 

God, she had to stop this. "No, No, I must not think this way. He is only a boy, half my age. For goodness sakes," Cora thought, "she had been regularly screwing her high school boyfriends before this would-be-stud was even born. Hunk or not, no matter how big his prick, surely she could resist a mere child."

Meanwhile, Stash had been watching his victim closely. He sensed that the woman at his feet was in turmoil and struggling. Her attitude had changed, and she wasn't shouting at him any more. As her outrage faded, she had at first dropped her head, but now, although her face was still lowered, he could see her peeking at him thru her lashes, seemingly fascinated by his dick. Whenever she thought he noticed, she would turn her head away, or look somewhere else, but her eyes always returned to stare at his meat. Was that a "fuck me" signal? He couldn't be certain, but it certainly seemed so. 

"Could it be...." he wondered. "Why not prod the old gal a little harder and find out," Still standing directly over the helpless woman, Stash flopped his flaccid penis up and down in his fingers. Then taking it in his fist he began to jack the foreskin up and down over its giant head. Cora cringed away, but her eyes never left the prick that was being masturbated over her head. His question was insolent and shameful. 

"You like what you see lady?" 

She didn't answer, but he didn't expect that she would. He continued to talk down to the frightened cowering woman. 

"I have been fucking your little bitch daughter here for a month or so now. She's been afraid you'd find out about us. I've done what I could to keep her little secret for her, but I really don't give a fuck if you know about us or not. Lady, you may not be aware it, but your daughter is a tramp, a slut, a natural born whore, and from the looks of things, maybe her momma ain't much different."

All this time Jesse was lying on the bed with a sheet pulled up to her neck, hiding her nakedness, watching and listening as her mother's indignation collapsed under her boyfriend's violence and dominating refusal to be apologetic for being caught in Jesse's bed. Stash's words cut her to the quick. "A tramp, a slut, a natural born whore?" he had called the young girl. Is that all she was to him, only a whore? In truth, though, she wondered... "wasn't that exactly what she was?" 




Like Mother, Like Daughter



Her thoughts were interrupted as Stash reached out and stripped her sheet away. Cruelly he seized the teen by the hair, and forced her face into his crotch. Jesse understood what he wanted of her without being told. 

"Not in front of my mother," she protested in a very quiet whisper

If indeed Stash heard her at all, he didn't care one bit if Cora watched while poor Jesse gave him a blow job, and Jesse was too in love and too fearful of making Stash angry to make a point of it. A month ago Stash had beaten her with his belt for refusing to do as she was told. Since then she had dutifully performed exactly as he demanded of her. Accordingly, she opened her mouth and stretched her lips around the still soft cock that her lover's big hand fed into her mouth. 

"Frig yourself girl," Stash demanded. "Show momma here how the little whore she raised likes to jerk herself off while she eats my meat." 

Cora Adkins looked on with a sinking heart as her only child sucked the dick of this arrogant young stud. This was awful! Despicable! Humiliating! And sooo erotic and sensual! Despite the shame of it all, to see her precious daughter with a mouthful of big cock stimulated a sympathetic saliva to flow in her own mouth. Yet with all her own sensual excitement and arousal, Cora knew from experience that her daughter was on a slippery slope to abject slavery and sexual servitude. 

"I've got to stop this," she told herself. "I must end this, and end it NOW." But what can I do. I can't call the Police. There's no telling what lies he will tell. I'm her mother. I'm supposed to protect her from this kind of thing. The Cops are sure to blame me, and what of Jesse's reputation in school? The story is sure to get out and her classmates will call her a slut." 

In desperation Cora started to protest once more, but this time begging rather than demanding that this boy stop degrading her daughter. Stash cut her off short. "Shut the hell up, Bitch," he snarled, "or I'll come over there and beat your ass with my belt." 

Stash could see Cora hadn't a clue as to how to make him quit, and that she maybe she didn't even want to. Arrogantly he pulled his dick out of Jesse's mouth and returned to the shaken and distraught older woman still cringing on her knees. Now, however, his threat was different. His big Polish hand was no longer open and threatening to strike her. Instead his fingers were closed around his cock. In Jesse's warm mouth it had become hard and fully erect, a dagger jutting threateningly from his crotch. Stash pointed his fearsome weapon directly at Cora's face and taunted his victim. 

"Hey, old woman, look at what I have for you. Your daughter tells me you ain't been gettin' any lately. Be a good momma bitch, and behave, and I'll let you have some of this one." 

His massive erection was right in her face now, confounding the poor woman with fear, guilt, uncertainty... and yes, God help her, with lust... he lust of woman starving for a cock. All that man meat was so near, so available. Her nostrils filled with the long forgotten smell of raw male penis. All of her submissive sexual appetite returned in a rush, and Cora's determination to do what was right all but disappeared under the flood. To her credit though, she tried again. Doing her best to put anger back in her tone, she threatened her tormentor one last time.

"Get out, damn you, or I'll...." 

Again Stash cut her off, certain now of his total control over her and the situation. He slapped her face with the end of his penis. 

"Or you'll do what, bitch? You don't know do you? Well then, listen to me Bitch and I'll tell you what YOU ARE going to do" 

"First, YOU ARE going to suck my cock. " 

"Second, YOU ARE going to beg me to fuck you."

"Third, YOU ARE going to spread your legs, grab my pecker, and with your own little hand stick it in your cunt so's I can fuck the shit out of you." 

And that, Bitch, is what YOU ARE going to do... ya fuckin' whore!" 

Then, as an afterthought, Stash added, "And oh yeah, Bitch... about your slut of a daughter. If you are a real good piece of ass and don't give me any trouble, I'll make my little slut here lick your clit while I fuck you. Won't that feel good bitch?" 

Once more Stash slapped his victim hard across the face with his cock leaving a streak of precum across her face. Reaching down and grabbing her by the hair, he stood the trembling abused woman up before him. 

"Oh yeah bitch! You and I are going to get along just fine. Later on, after I've fucked you real good, you are gonna ask me with your best Sunday polite to please fuck your daughter too. Then, you know what? You momma, are gonna seal the deal by slipping my cock into her cunt just like you did your own, and while I fuck her cunt, you are going to hold her down for me. That's when you explain to her how things are gonna be around here from now on. There ain't gonna be no more slipping around. I may even live here, and you're both gonna make me feel real welcome in this house. I will come and go as I want, and whenever I want, I'm gonna fuck her, and you too... Get used to it bitch." 

Cora Adkins swallowed hard. "God," she thought, "this boy is a bigger devil than my husband ever was. He moves so quickly, so sure of himself. How does he know how weak I am? How can he be so certain that I will give in and allow him to degrade Jesse and myself like that?"

But somehow Stash did know. With her will to resist totally shattered, Stash took Cora by the arm and led her over to the bed where he sat her down on the edge. He just stood there in front of her with his pecker in her face a scant inch from her lips. He didn't need to say anything more. Cora opened her mouth and sucked the giant red plum of penis head into her mouth. Only an experienced cocksucker like Cora could have handled a donkey cock like Stash's so well. 

Stash was gloating as he taunted her. "Now I know where your little bitch here gets all of her talent from!" 

Jesse was watching all this with wide eyes, not believing what she was seeing! As quickly as that, Stash had her mother sucking him off right in front of her... and from what Stash was saying, this was going to be a regular thing! Jesse wasn't at all happy about the prospect of sharing Stash's cock with anyone, and certainly not her mother. Even as young as she was, however, she understood what had just happened before her eyes. Stash now owned her mother now as well as herself. 

Funny thing, Jesse had not thought of herself as being owned before now, but watching her mother's submission had brought her own relationship with Stash into a sharp focus. He was not her lover. He was her master, and not a kind and caring one at that. 

It was a bitter lesson, but she understood at last. She was his slave; her mother was his slave; both of them merely his property to be used and abused whenever and however he wished. Still, she had no intention of giving up his big cock that pleasured her so well. That being the case, her female instincts warned her that it was wisest to just shut up and do what she was told! 

Cora Adkins was having more difficulty being pragmatic about the turn of events than her daughter. It shamed her to the core to be sucking this boy off in front of her only child, but what else could she do? She was terrified of Stash Molinski, and afraid that he would beat her if she disobeyed him. Still, she knew what he was doing to her wasn't exactly rape. God, help her, she wanted to suck Stash Molinski's cock, and to be forced to do so with her daughter was watching somehow only made having him her mouth that much more erotic and exciting. 

It was time to face facts. As hard as it was for her to understand or even admit, servicing her husband as his sex slave had given her a pleasure and release that was far beyond anything in her previous sexual experience. Suppressing her natural desires since her husband's death had only left her frustrated and lonely and unhappy. 

Damn it, it was time she found herself a new master. Stash was young, but with that 10 inch cock, he would do as well as any, and probably better than most. Yes... it would be sooo good to beg for a penis again, and to have a great big one filling her mouth and cunt. If she was right about Stash, both those pleasures and more would soon be her's to enjoy once again. 

All her resistance drained by the recollection of the endless orgasms of her past submission to a masterful male, Cora's surrender was complete. She accepted the penis that was in her mouth as the core of her new life around which everything else would revolve. Stash sensed her acceptance, and grabbing a fist full of the poor woman's hair, he pulled her head into his crotch, sending his long swollen rod deep into her throat. 

Giving head was something at which Cora was both experienced and talented. She quickly established a rhythm to her bobbing head, fucking Stash's pecker with her mouth and throat. Wild thoughts of herself and her daughter servicing the same cock raced thru her mind. What would her relationship with Jesse be when both of them were the love slaves of the same man? Inspired by the cock in her mouth, Cora began to dwell on erotic images of this strange and unnatural triangle. 

What would it be like to make love to a penis jointly with her daughter? Would they be jealous of each other? Would they compete for the attention of their master, scrambling over one another in their eagerness to be pleasured by him? 

What would her Jesse think the first time she saw her mother naked, her hands tied behind her back, on her knees with her shoulders on the floor, her butt in the air, and ten inches of Polish man meat up her ass? How would she react as she watched this bastard ass fuck her baby girl the same way? 

Would Stash sometimes bring a friend along to enjoy mother and daughter, and after making them suck and beg, fuck them simultaneously side by side on the living room rug? Jesse's father had liked that sort of small orgy, and Cora was sure that as he learned, Stash would too. 

As terrifying as her future as this boy's sex slave was to her, the erotic vision of the dual sexual servitude of both herself and her daughter had her pussy as wet inside as a leaky row boat. Cora regretted that her Jesse was such a chip off the old block. A woman who responds sexually to abuse is doomed, and Cora had hoped for better for Jesse. May God forgive her, however. It would be better to share Stash Molinski with Jesse, to be his cunt slave, his slut, his whore, along with her daughter, than to live any longer without that huge penis to pleasure her cunt! 

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Stash order her daughter, "Darlin', do that little thing with your pussy, ya know, the one where ya spread your legs spread and push your fingers up your cunt!!!" 

Jesse who had once more modestly hidden her naked body under a sheet threw back the covers to reveal her tight and slim young body for her lover to enjoy. Stretching herself the length of the bed, she slowly spread her long shapely legs as wide as they would go and at the same time, she raised them up and rocked them back over her head . Her pussy lips separated under the strain of legs split to their limit, and her moist red hole lay open and exposed to her master and her mother. 

"Do it bitch," Stash spat at Jesse, watching as the young girl began to masturbate. Then looking down at the older woman worshipping at his root, he told Cora smugly, "Look at your darling baby girl. What a hot little cunt! Just like her momma!" 

Out of the corner of her eye Cora could see Jesse's fingers rubbing her clit and plunging in and out of her young but very wet vagina. She understood all too well how much her daughter wanted Stash to take his huge penis away from her mother's mouth, and jam it into her own little hot hole. "The little slut" Cora thought, "she spread herself like a whore just to tempt him while I have his cock." Like her mother, Jesse would do whatever she had to in order to have Stash fuck her! 

Cora understood the feeling. She had experienced it many times as her husband was taking his pleasure from the body of some other woman. She knew it was inevitable. She and Jesse would become competitors in a continuing struggle for the use of Stash's penis, and yes, they would each be jealous of whatever attention he might give the other. 

"Keep playing with yourself baby. Get yourself off while I put it to your old lady!" 

Stash pulled his pecker from Cora's mouth and lifted her to her feet. He quieted her protest at losing the love pole from her mouth by replacing it with a passionate kiss. Cora's legs buckled ever so slightly when his demanding tongue punched its way past her lips to wrap around her own. Stash chuckled at her reaction. 

"Okay momma bitch," he ordered, "off with your clothes! Strip for me, and be quick about it!" 

Cora hurriedly dropped her slacks to the floor, and snatched her sweater over her head. There she hesitated before her master in just her bra and panties waiting for further instruction. Stash let out a low whistle of approval as he looked the older woman over from head to toe. Her tits were both bigger and firmer than he thought. He lusted to have them bare and in his hands. Cora could see in his eyes what he wanted of her next. In that most distinctly female of all arm movements, Cora reached behind her shoulder blades with both hands, undid the hooks of her bra, and let it drop. 

Even if past the forty mark in years, Cora's breasts were still high and full with only the slightest sag that, if anything, only marked them as mature, and sexier than ever. Aroused as she was, Cora's nipples were engorged with blood, standing up pertly, and begging for attention. 

Stash was just the man for that. Cupping a firm melon in each hand, he slowly rubbed and twisted the long sensitive nipples between his callused fingers. Finally, he let his head drop and licked at first one nipple and then the other. Cora had thrown her head back and was whimpering with pure pleasure, when without warning, Stash bit down on her left teat. A delicious pain raced from the damaged nipple all the way into the tortured woman's pussy and triggered an orgasm deep in her belly, A low moan escaped Cora's lips that didn't go unnoticed by Stash. 

"Oh, you like that do ya, momma bitch? A little hurt feels good does it?" He was taunting her, his tone filled with derision. "Want some more of that do you?" 

Cora had a far away look on her face, but out of her fog she managed to nod 'yes' to Stash's question. She pushed her chest hard into his hands as he continue to maul her tits. In her reverie, she had left her panties on, but Stash hadn't forgotten. With a single swipe of his arm he reached down and tore the lacy silk away from her hips, and in the same motion pushed her backwards sprawling onto Jesse's bed. It was a delicious sight, Both mother and daughter were naked and on their backs before him, helpless but eager to do his bidding! 

Stash put his hand between Cora's legs and fingered her wet cunt. "Well, momma bitch," he said scornfully, "what we've got here is one wet and ready fuckin' pussy! Spread for me, and let me look! I want to see the red meat of your hole before I fuck it." 

Cora blushed at how she must look, but she had no choice, her master had spoken. Jesse's legs were now back flat on the bed, but they were still spread for her continued masturbation with her finger. In order to display her own sex to Stash, Cora threw one leg over the naked girl beside her. Cora's fingers reached into her open crotch and dutifully pried her pussy lips apart to expose her 'red meat' as Stash had demanded. 

With one finger her master tested the wet that gaping hole. As she raised her hips to meet his finger, Cora became aware for the first time of the soft smooth skin of her daughter's flank rubbing against her own. Unbelievable! Was she really about to be fucked with one leg spread across the top of her own daughter's bare belly? Stash gave her no time to search for an answer. He was already crawling into the cradle between her legs. His hips hovered above her feminine core, and he teased her by running the head of his dick up and down the crease of her wet slit. 

Stash next dropped a hand between them to finger the button of her emerging clit even as he continued to tempt her cunt with his cock without inserting himself. 

"God, but that feels so good," Cora thought, and for the briefest moment she forgot the shame of her situation. Even under such extreme pressure, however, Cora's guilt quickly returned to haunt her. She again questioned herself about what was happening here. 

"What kind of woman lets a man fuck her in the same bed with her daughter?" she asked herself. "A slut! A whore. A trailer park tramp. Good God, what has happened to me? Why am I letting him do this to me?" 

In the next instant, however, teased beyond tolerance, her desire to be fucked boiled over and answered her own question. "God help me," she told herself. "I am a slut and a whore. I'll do anything, anything, if only this boy will stick me with his big cock." 

Cora may have given up, accepting her pact with the Devil who was between her legs teasing her pussy, but what of the Devil. What was he doing? "God damn him anyway," Cora swore under her breath, "What the hell was he waiting for. She had given up, She was his. Body and soul she was his. Why didn't he fill her cunt with the man meat she needed so badly?" 

Satan was in truth certainly taking his good old time. Unrelenting, mercilessly, he continued to torture the poor woman with his cock, delighting in the way she squirmed under him as his cock head rubbing against along a pussy that was about to spasm in anticipation. Futilely Cora bucked her hips trying to trap that taunting penis and drive it inside her. 

"You want some, whore? he asked insolently. "Beg me to fuck you whore. I want to hear you beg for my cock in your worthless cunt!"

Cora looked up sadly at her boy master, and she shook her head in humiliation and despair. 

"No please, Stash. Not with Jesse here. Fuck me if you want, but don't make me beg for it in front of Jesse. Its bad enough that she is here while her boyfriend, half my age, makes me his whore. She knows well enough how desperate I am... how I want your prick inside me. God Yes... and you know it too! You don't need to humiliate me any more. Fuck me. Just don't make me beg for it. Please, you are taking me in front of my daughter like a common slut, isn't that enough?"

No, that wasn't enough for Stash. He was enjoying the humbling of this new conquest far too much to cut any slack for her. "No, God Damn it, I told you to beg and you are going to beg. Here let me convince you a little. Reach down and start my cock in your pussy for me" 

Cora knew she had no choice but to do what he asked. To refuse would have been a pointless delay of the inevitable. Anyway she did sooo want his prick in her cunt. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, her right hand reached between her legs, and firmly gripped that big rock hard masculine spear, and very carefully guided its oversized head into her slit. It was going to a tight fit in her little hole. At that moment, however, size was not the problem as Stash refused to let her have more than a tip end that despite her best efforts was only tentatively lodged between her pussy lips. Cora was left to hang in desperation with only a tantalizing taste of him barely inside her. 

There Stash stopped. "Now beg, you whore! I own you, and I own your daughter. You've been around, but your daughter is too young to know how a horny woman ought beg for her man's cock. Who better to teach her than an experienced whore like her momma? Now, with feeling, I want Jesse to hear you beg... you momma bitch... beg me to fuck you." 




Like Mother, Like Daughter



For emphasis to his words, Stash punched himself a scant inch farther in, and Cora let out a helpless whimper. That little inch did it. Compared to what was to come it hardly opened her slit, but it was the final straw, the last irresistible tease that collapsed whatever pride she had left and flooded her with wild desire. Still taunting her, Stash rocked forward, rubbing the velvet skin on the top of his young prick against her clit. Cora simply dissolved in a rain of tears. Thru her sobbing she screamed at her tormentor. 

"Yes God Damn You, I do need to be fucked! Please fuck me! I'll die if you don't, fuck me! I'll beg. I do beg! I am begging. God, Please, I beg! Please fuck me Stash! Please, Please, fuck me! PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, FUCK ME!"

"Would you listen to that sweetie pie," Stash asked, turning his head aside to speak to Jesse. "Just listen to your momma. She has experience. She knows what a cock like mine can do for a woman, and she knows that unless she begs for it, and begs for it real good, I won't give her any. And, that goes for you too. From now on you will be sharing me with your momma. Whichever of you begs the best will be the one who gets fucked." 

With that Stash slid another inch or two of his pecker into Cora's cunt. He was prying her open now, stretching the tissues in the wall of her vagina. A streak of fire ran through her abdomen, and in response she moaned, as much from her aching need as from her pain. Looking into her eyes, Stash once more addressed the tortured woman buried under his weight. 

"Its a good thing I found you when I did momma. All frustrated like you are, some son of a bitch might have come along who would take advantage of a hot piece of ass like you." The arrogant boy-man paused here for effect and grinned evilly. "Now tell me again, whore, just for the record, tell me and Jesse what a slut you must be to beg you daughter's boyfriend to fuck you."

Cora's heart sank. She could see she could never expect any mercy from this cruel boy master. With him between her legs and his hard meat already part way in her poor cunt, however, she was helpless to resist. Whatever he wanted she would give to him. Cora exploded in a verbal frenzy of guilt and raw desire. 

"Yes, Sir! I admit it! I'm a tramp, a slut, a whore. Please, Stash! I need to be fucked. I'll do whatever you want. Please, God, drive your penis into my cunt, and fuck me! You're right! Only a trashy slut would lay down naked beside her daughter and beg a stranger, a mere boy, to fuck her. Please forgive me Jesse. I can't help myself. I do sooo need to be fucked."

Finally satisfied with Cora's performance, Stash dropped his hips and drove his penis home all the way to her womb. Cora screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and began to furiously pump her hips, so grateful was she to finally be filled with this hard male shaft. No longer concerned with the guilt and humiliation of what she was doing, she frantically gave her all to sliding this long fat hard-on in and out of her love sleeve. Her head shook wildly from side to side, and she continued to beg for even more, pleading with her tormentor to fuck her still harder! 

Stash needed no such encouragement, as he slammed his pecker in and out of Cora's helpless cunt. He meant to fuck this slut until she would never deny him again. Despite his vigor, however, Stash was under control. He would not have been the instinctive cocksman that he was without being blessed with a natural stamina. For ten minutes and more he pounded at the older woman under him, and before he reached a point of no return, he abruptly withdrew from her and rolled off to the side. 

Cora screamed at him. "No, No, Please, No, Fuck Me, God Damn You, I'm Cumming, Cumming So Good. You Can't Stop Now! Please, for the Love of God, Keep On Fucking Me!"

"Its Okay, Darlin'" she heard him say. "On your hands and knees now. I'm going to dog fuck you like the bitch you are." 

Turning aside to Jesse, he told her, "You my skinny little high school slut, you slide yourself under your momma where you can lick me while I fuck her. And spread your legs too. Let's see if your momma knows how to eat pussy. If she doesn't know now, she soon will or I'll take my belt to her fat white ass."

Jesse's fingers had been working feverishly between her legs ever since Stash had ordered her to begin masturbating. She had listened and watched transfixed as her dear mother begged to be fucked, and then took Stash's cock in her cunt with the enthusiasm of a hundred dollar whore. Jesse's orgasms had begun to come right along with those of her mother, and now she was eager to join the action. Nor was she the least reluctant to run her tongue along the union of her lover and her mother as Stash demanded. 

Cora on the other hand shuddered at the thought of licking her daughter's slit. It wasn't as if she had never made lesbian love to a woman before. She hadn't cared much for it herself, but watching her eat another woman's cunt had been one of her husband's favorite things. He had a friend who kept his wife in the same kind of sexual servitude that Cora suffered, and the two men frequently swapped wives. As a part of almost every such evening, their husbands would insist the women give them a lesbian love show for their entertainment. 

But her own daughter? How could Cora bring herself to suck her own daughter's pussy? But, having come this far, there was really no choice. Cora took her place on her hands and knees. Jesse lay beneath her, her legs spread and her vagina open and available under her mother's chin. From behind her Cora felt Stash slide his long dick back into her wet, waiting, and now stretched and open, cunt. 

Stash reached forward to grab a fistful of hair, and used it as a handy rein to yank her head back as he mounted his mare with his rampant prick. Now, however, along with being filled with male meat, Cora could feel the wet touch of her daughter's tongue on the rim of her pussy. Fucking her like an animal, Stash's huge cunt rammer, lubricated by Jesse's saliva, was hammering at Cora's cunt. Suddenly he turned her hair loose and wrapped his arms around her, hugging his body close to his while his tongue found a sensitive spot between her shoulder blades. Beneath the hard ridden mother his callused hands squeezed and mauled each of her dangling tits. 

All that sensation, all that erotic stimulation of her body from Stash and her daughter, took Cora to a level of pleasure where she had never been before. All her guilt, all of her reservations, they were all gone as she shamelessly begged Stash to fuck her harder. Unbelievably, the orgasm that crashed around her was longer and more intense even than those she had experienced on her long erotic pilgrimage with her sex master husband. 

At the end, in her ecstasy, and despite all her guilt and humiliation, Cora could not resist giving her daughter the final humbling caress. She dropped her head between Jesse's smooth thighs and began to lick that sweet young slit from end to end. Using her fingers, she brought Jesse's tender clitoris out from its protecting folds where her tongue could work directly on the sensitive nerve endings upon its surface. The electric touch of her mother's tongue was too much for Jesse. The teenager fell into a massive orgasm every bit as intense and uncontrollable as the spasms that were wracking her mother. 

Not surprisingly considering the passion of his partners, and even though he fought for control of himself, Stash was not far behind. As his cum began to squirt, he pulled himself out of a disappointed Cora in order to shoot his great load across the tits and face, and into the open mouth, of her daughter. 

The two women and their boy master finished in a heap on Jesse's bed, trying to catch their breath. As Stash commanded, Cora began to lick the spilled male seed from her Jesse's breasts and face. It tasted delicious on her tongue. When she was finished Stash again spoke. 

"You cunts are two of a kind! Like mother like daughter, I guess. Now get your asses down to the kitchen and get me some supper on the table before I take my belt to you both."

The two women bounced up almost as one, but when Cora hesitated to grab a robe from Jesse's closet, Stash brought her up short with his reprimand. "No, none of that," he directed, "from now on while I am around, I want you both naked, always." 

What Stash wanted Stash got. The Adkins house had a new master with a new dress code. Bare butt nude, Cora and Jesse fled to the kitchen to prepare and serve their young owner his dinner. He sat at the dining room table by himself while his two naked sex slaves stood beside his chair where he could enjoy the feel of bare female flesh as he ate. Between bites, he would reach out devilishly and squeeze a tit, pinch a nipple, or run his finger into a pussy of one or the other of his embarrassed but appreciative concubines. 

After his dinner he directed Cora to bring him a whiskey into living room. There, Jesse knelt between his legs and lovingly serviced his prick with her mouth while Cora knelt on the couch beside him where she could serve him with both his drink and her sensitive body. Cora could only throw her head back and moan gratefully as Stash wet his finger in his whiskey, ran it erotically up and down the length of her slit, and then fed it into her mouth where she gratefully sucked away the taste of scotch and her own juices. Jesse, jealous of the attention her mother was getting, began to bob her head faster trying to draw out a mouthful of male cream, but Stash pulled her head away before she could finish him. 

"Time to go back to work whores," he announced, "Get our asses back to the bedroom. This is going to be a long night for you two." 

Stash insisted that they crawl out of the room and down the hall on knees and elbows, rubbing the nipples of their dangling breasts on the nap of the rug as they went. Jesse went first with Cora second in line. Stash followed along behind Cora with a limber switch cut from a handy bush outside the front door. Every few steps he would call a halt, and Cora would press her nose into the crack of her daughter's ass and lick her pussy slit. If Stash didn't think she was licking with enough enthusiasm, he would give her a cut across her ass with his switch. Sometimes the pain was enough to make Cora's nose lose touch with Jesse's behind, which of course earned the poor woman still another strike across her bottom. To Cora it was like old times. 

And that was the way the evening went as mother and daughter demonstrated their eagerness to service the great cock of the handsome young male who had overwhelmed and enslaved them. As he had promised earlier, Stash demanded that Cora suck him until he was hard and ready. Then he forced her to beg him with detailed formality to fuck her only daughter, and insisted that it be by her hand that his cock entered her poor baby's pussy. Once buried deep inside that teenage cunt, Stash forced Cora to complete her daughter's ritual rape by kneeling above Jesse's head to pin the girl's arms helplessly to the mattress. 

After Stash filled his young victim with his semen, Cora, as instructed, dutifully told her daughter of the new house rules. From now on both she and Jesse were to be Stash's cunt slaves. Jesse's pussy, her ass, and her mouth, as well as those of her mother were always to be at the disposal of their joint master. Cora finished the ceremony as Stash demanded by licking his cum clean from the teenager's hard used pussy . 

This night the two captive women were to learn the true cruelty of their new master, and the discipline he would require of them. Stash had graduated as a pussy hound this night, and he was insatiable. After each ejaculation he would demand that his captive women suck him hard again, and incredibly, the blood never failed to returned to his member for still another erection. Once Jesse had been formally 'initiated' into the 'new order' he fucked first Cora, and then her daughter in that most private of feminine holes, up the ass. He was however, by no means finished with his female slaves. For the entire evening the two women groveled at his feet begging for more cock, and encouraging him with their tongues and tits. Stash showed remarkable recovery, and an apparently inexhaustible supply of sperm. 

Finally as dawn was breaking and Stash was putting on his clothes, he stared down at the two women and directed, "Tonight at supper time, you will both be here, stripped and ready, understand?" 

"Yes Sir!" was the answer that came in unison. 

"You fucking A better be!" Stash replied. 

As he went out the door he thought, "Damn but owning a couple of his very own female slaves is sure going to be fun." 

Back in the Adkins house, however, their predicament began to sink in on the two women. Still, they knew neither of them would, or could, escape from Stash Molinski's great cock now that they had tasted what it could do for their cunts. Silently, lost in their individual thoughts, they dressed for the new day that was just breaking in the east. Neither said a word, but each knew what the other was thinking... from now on they were Stash Molinski' whores, his cunt slaves. He had conquered them, and they were his prisoners as surely as if there had been bars on the windows and a lock on the door. There was nothing either of them could do about it. A great cock has such power.

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(This story was previously posted about 6 months ago at another site. It received a respectable score there, but frankly it didn't set any records. Nonetheless, it has always been one of my personal favorites, and I have rewritten some of the ragged spots to now share it with the readers at Literotica. This is its only chapter written to date. I have always been afraid a sequel would detract from the characters and the story, especially Cora's pact with the devil. I still feel that way unless there the demand is great, and some reader can inspire me with an especially erotic vision I can develop further. 

 How about it folks? Let me hear from you with your votes and feedback. Otherwise I can't know your out there. And if anyone has any ideas for the future of Cora & Jesse, especially from you girls who know about these things, let me hear about them. I can't promise anything, but see if you can tempt me with a good sexy idea I can develop further. Jigs)



Like Mother, Like Daughter



Chapter 1

Elaine Simon sat on her porch on a warm Sunday afternoon, watching her two children play in a large, homemade sandbox. Little Jimmy, with the red hair like his father, was four and his brother, Todd, who looked more like her, was almost two. Both boys were rambunctious, with Jimmy being the type "A" personality of the two and always wanting to get his own way. It seemed that she was constantly scolding him for taking things from his younger brother. It was a chore keeping up with the two of them, especially working ten-hour days at the law firm where she was a paralegal. It would have helped if the children's father were around some of the time. As it was, it seemed like she was a single parent.

John, Elaine's husband, traveled across the country for his engineering company, testing the structural integrity of old bridges and building new ones. He was away for weeks at a time; much of it spent in California where the company was re-building a bridge that was destroyed in a springtime flood. On his current trip, he had been away for several weeks, but was supposed to come home next week. 

While he always complained about the travel and long hours, lately Elaine was beginning to think that he preferred to be away from home. His reluctance to be home seemed to have started after Todd was born. Nowadays, even when he was home, John often acted preoccupied and didn't seem to have time for her or the children anymore. And, while his job had always been important to him, it literally took all of his time now. Unfortunately, their personal relationship and sex life had suffered greatly.

It hadn't always been like that though. The two of them had met in high school and fell in love. They had continued to date through college. It took John five years to finish but Elaine had stayed with him and, much to her parent's disapproval, they married the following year. 

Elaine's Mom thought that she could do better than John. It seemed that John and her had gotten off on the wrong foot from the very beginning and it had only gone downhill in the years since. 

However, Elaine was happy to say that financially, John had proved her mother wrong. They had a nice house in an upper middle class neighborhood and belonged to a country club. They had delayed having children until they were more financially stable. However, now at 35 with two young children, Elaine wondered if waiting had been a good idea. They would be in their fifties when the children finally went off to college. Some of her friends were still in their forties and their children were already in college, leaving them young enough to enjoy being "empty-nesters". 

Elaine sighed as she watched Jimmy steal a sand shovel from his brother. "Jimmy, give it back," she said, giving her son a perturbed look. When he didn't respond she got up and scolded him, giving the shovel back to his brother. She was still bending over the sandbox when she heard a whistle from behind. She stood up quickly and spun around. Her face turned bright red when she saw the attractive black man standing with his hands on his hips and a big smile on his face. 

Derrick James had worked with Elaine for the past two years. He was a young, black and upcoming attorney for the law firm, Billings, Bradley and Murphy where they both worked. Elaine's job was to support him and two other attorneys by preparing legal briefs and keeping track of their court dates... which was no easy task. All of the attorney's she worked for could be very demanding. However, of the three, Derrick was by far the nicest. He was handsome, with bright white teeth that almost sparkled when he smiled. He was tall, at six foot three, and had the build of a football player at two hundred and twenty pounds. In fact, he had played football for his college before going on to law school. He graduated at the top of his class. He turned thirty several months ago. 

"Wow, I've never seen you wear those shorts to work," Derrick said teasingly. 

Elaine was still blushing when she said, "You're early." She had planned to change into something a little more appropriate before he got there. He had caught her wearing a tee shirt and pair of old and very tight short shorts. They hugged her buttocks like a second skin and rode high on her cheeks, especially when she bent over. "I'll go change."

"You don't need to do that for me," Derrick smiled as he appraised the pretty woman.

Elaine self-consciously brushed her short hair back and tried to control the little tremor of excitement that was suddenly coursing through her. At work, there had always been an underlying sexual tension between the two of them that neither of them had acknowledged. This was the first time they had met outside of the office and it felt strange.

Derrick stood with his hands on his hips and stared at Elaine.

Elaine was shocked when she felt her nipples harden. She saw Derrick's eyes drop to her chest. Suddenly she felt the urge to cross her arms over her chest. However, that would have made her discomfort obvious. She wished that she had changed earlier. 

Normally Elaine was immaculately dressed. She took great pride in her appearance. She was five foot two, trim, and had a good shape, even after having two children. Her small size sometimes made it difficult for her to find clothes that fit and in fact, she often shopped in the junior's section of clothing stores. However, her bust did not match her small size. If a dress fit her around the hips, it was too tight at the top. Her breasts had always been rather large but after two children they had grown by several cup sizes. Still, they sagged very little and she could go without a bra when she wanted to. Her legs and rear were her best assets and she worked hard in her basement gym to keep them that way. That took quite an effort after gaining thirty-five pounds during both pregnancies. Beyond that, Elaine knew she had a pretty smile and that her large blue eyes contrasted well with her short black hair and almost milky white skin. 

Derrick sensed that Elaine was embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry I embarrassed you. But you look great. I didn't exactly get dressed up myself," he said, pointing to the fact that he had on a sleeveless shirt and a pair of jogging shorts with running shoes. "I lost track of time on my afternoon jog and didn't have time to change." 

Elaine found her eyes scanning down Derrick's body. His dark skin still glistened from his jog and his white shirt was wet with sweat. He had on a pair of jogging shorts that were very short on his thighs. The muscles in his strong legs were well-defined... attesting to his regular ten-mile jogs. In spite of her embarrassment, Elaine's eyes lingered on the crotch of his shorts. A tremor went through her when she saw a very noticeable bulge there. When she glanced up, she saw him staring at her. "Uh... I'll get the briefs," she stammered. "Can you watch the boys for a minute?"

"I'd love too."

Elaine turned and hurried into the house. She paused once inside to catch her breath. She couldn't believe the affect Derrick was having on her. Sure they often bantered with sexual overtones at work but the feelings that went through her today were different. She willed her beating heart to slow down as she hurried to her office to find the legal brief she had finished typing for Derrick. 

When Elaine returned to the porch, she paused at the screen door. She saw Derrick sitting on the side of the sandbox playing with the two boys. They seemed to be having fun. She watched as the handsome man helped the two boys build a sandcastle. A smile came to her face. She knew that he loved kids and wanted lots of them. Then she remembered his situation and the smile changed to a frown. Derrick had lost his girlfriend three years ago in a car accident. She had been pregnant at the time. He still carried a picture of the pretty blond woman in his wallet. While Elaine hadn't known him when the accident occurred, she could see the pain in his eyes, even after three years, when he spoke of her.

The boys finished the castle and Derrick said, "Alright, who wants to smash it."

Both boys giggled with Jimmy jumping up and preparing to stomp the pile of sand.

"Whoa, let's let the little guy have a shot too," Derrick said, holding Jimmy back with one hand and leaning over to help Todd to his feet. The action forced Derrick's legs apart and his shorts pulled up.

Elaine's eyes opened wide. Suddenly she could see up the leg of his jogging shorts. Her hand flew to her mouth to suppress a gasp of surprise. She could see his penis and balls. It was dark but she could plainly see his long shaft and the two large and round spheres below. Her legs grew weak and she could feel her sex lips swelling as juice leaked into her shorts. It had been a long, long time since she had felt this kind of excitement. She stared until Derrick shifted his legs and she couldn't see anything anymore. Her face flushed with embarrassment at her voyeuristic indiscretion. Steadying herself she opened the door and stepped out onto the porch.

Derrick looked back and smiled, then turned back to the boys. "Alright, Todd gets to go first."

The younger boy squealed and stomped his foot down on the castle. A second later Jimmy was jumping in, both boys now screaming in glee as they destroyed their creation.

Elaine sat down on the porch swing and waited for Derrick, watching him smile with childish joy as the boys ran in circles in the sandbox. 

Finally Derrick stood up and brushed the sand off his hands and then his shorts. "Alright, you guys can start again. I want to see how well you can do by yourselves." With that he turned and walked up the wooden steps to Elaine.

She handed him the stack of papers and he sat on the swing beside her. 

He was silent for a few minutes as he flipped through pages. "Looks good," he finally said.

Elaine almost jumped when she felt Derrick's warm thigh touch hers. She looked down and was startled by the contrast of colors. His skin was dark, almost black, and hers was the exact opposite, creamy white. Another tremor of excitement went through her and goose bumps appeared on her legs. 

"I'm sorry, would you like something to drink?" Elaine asked, standing up quickly.

"A Coke would be nice," Derrick answered.

Elaine hurried into the kitchen, relieved to get away from Derrick. Her reaction to him had been totally unexpected. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't had sex in over a month. However, she seemed to be horny all the time now. A friend told her it was just postpartum hormonal changes. She wasn't sure about that. However, whatever the reason she new she needed to get control of herself. She got the Coke and steeled her self as she went back outside.

"Thanks," Derrick said as he took the glass from Elaine.

Elaine stood facing away from Derrick with her hands on the handrail. She could feel his eyes on her. Her heart was suddenly beating rapidly in her chest. She thought about reaching behind her and pulling her shorts down because they had ridden up, baring the lower globes of her ass. Instead she gripped the railing and leaned forward. "Jimmy, don't throw sand," she called out. The movement forced her shorts higher. She was certain that he could see the white cheeks beyond the tan lines from her tiny bathing suit.

Derrick got up and walked over to stand behind her. He placed one hand on the railing on her left side and one on the right.

Elaine tensed as she felt the tall man standing close behind her, his chest lightly touching her back. Her heart raced like it was going to leap from her chest.

"Did I tell you how much I liked those shorts?" he whispered, leaning closer.

"Derrick," Elaine said, but she didn't move as she felt him press his hips forward. A gasp escaped her lips... he was hard. She could feel it. He pressed harder into her as his lips bent to her neck. "Don't," she whispered when he started kissing the soft skin at the crook of her neck. In spite of her reluctance and fear, she bent her head to the side, giving him more room. 

Derrick smiled and moved one hand to her stomach. Quickly, he slipped it underneath her T-shirt until it touched the warm skin of her stomach. 

Elaine was frozen in panic and excitement as she felt Derrick's hand begin to move. It moved up her stomach and closer to her braless breasts. "God no," she gasped when his large hand covered her breast and began to squeeze it. She felt helpless. Her head was spinning and she had difficulty keeping her eyes open and on the kids now fighting in the sandbox. 

Derrick moaned quietly as he continued to kiss her neck. His other hand reached under the top and covered the other breast. He squeezed both of them at the same time. Then his fingers found her already hard nipples and he began tosqueeze.

Elaine thought that her knees were going to give out. She felt the seam of her shorts, which had found its way between her sex lips, rubbing her now swollen clit. 

"Hello," came from inside the house.

The two of them jumped apart like they had received an electric shock. Derrick quickly sat on the swing again. A second later an attractive older woman walked out the back door. "Hi sweetie," she said to Elaine with a big smile.

"Grandma," Jimmy screamed when he saw his grandmother on the porch. He jumped out of the sandbox and ran up the steps. Todd followed, falling out of the box before getting up and heading for the steps.

"Hi mother. I thought you weren't coming over until later?" Elaine choked as she watched her mother kneel and her two boys jump into their grandmother's arms. 

"I got done early and wanted to see my boys," she answered with a laugh as Todd and Jimmy almost knocked her off her feet.

Elaine saw her mother look at Derrick as she picked the boys up in her arms. "Mom... Sandra, I want you to meet Derrick. We work together," Elaine said.

Elaine's Mom smiled at Derrick. "My, my, Elaine, where have you been hiding this young man," the pretty woman said as she reached over to shake his hand, juggling the giggling boys in her arms.

"Mother," Elaine said, faking her embarrassment as her mother boldly sized up Derrick.

Elaine and her mother had developed a great relationship over the past several years. Actually, it was right after her father died. Her mother had taken his death hard. He had been a good man and they had been married for thirty-two years until his death. Prior to his death and since Elaine had married John, Elaine and her mother's relationship had been strained, mainly because her mother didn't like John. Her father's death had brought the two of them together and now they were more like sisters. In fact, sometimes people thought that they were sisters. They were about the same height and build, with Elaine's Mom having a slightly larger chest. The older woman often dyed her hair and this month it was blond. However, she had the same sparkling eyes as her daughter and her smile was broad and pretty. 

Sandra was only fifty-two years old and was still a vibrant and outgoing woman who spoke her mind. She never minced words and knew whether she liked someone almost immediately. It was obvious that she liked Derrick.

"Well, I've gotta run," Derrick said, finally standing up after his erection had diminished. 

Sandra's eyes uncontrollably drifted down to his crotch. A slight smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Nice to meet you," she said as she reached out to shake Derrick's hand again.

"Likewise," Derrick answered as he felt the older woman's hand squeeze his warmly. He turned to Elaine and said, "See you at work tomorrow," and then he hurried out the door.

"Well, they're down for their afternoon nap," Sandra said as she came downstairs.

"Thanks Mom," Elaine answered as she sat exhausted in a large lounge chair with a glass of wine in her hand.

"You look tired," Sandra stated as he poured a glass of wine for herself and sat on the sofa across from her daughter.

Elaine took in a deep breath and let it out. "I am. It's been a busy couple of weeks at work."

"Well it would be easier if you had a husband to help you a little," Sandra said with venom in her voice.

"Let's not start that Mom."

"All right... let's talk about Derrick. He's handsome."

"Mommmm!!!" Elaine said with an exaggerated look of shock on her face.

"Is he married?"

"No. Well, he was engaged but his fianc‚e died in a car accident three years ago."

"Oh no. That's too bad," Sandra said sincerely. Then she narrowed her eyes and looked at her daughter and said, "So you two are good friends?"

Elaine saw her mother's look and said, "Not really. We just work together."

"Oh, so what I saw on the back porch was 'just working together'?"

Elaine's eyes opened wide in shock. "We... uh... he... was..." Elaine stuttered as she realized that her mother had seen Derrick kissing her neck. Maybe she had seen him fondling her too.

"It's okay Elaine. I understand... I really do. He's a very handsome man."

Elaine closed her eyes and was silent for a minute. Then she said, "Mom, I don't know what's gotten into me. I can't believe I let that happen. I guess it's that I'm tired and frustrated because John hasn't been home much."

"You're a woman still in her prime and feeling neglected. Don't blame yourself for that."

Tears started to flow from Elaine's eyes. "It's... it's just that... John is away so much now. I wonder sometimes if he even cares for me anymore."

"Well, you know how I feel about him Elaine so I'm not going to belabor that. But I understand how you feel. I really do."

"How can you? You and Dad always had a wonderful marriage."

Sandra paused and sat back on the sofa. She was quiet for a few moments before speaking. "Yes it was good but we had our problems like all marriages. However, unlike John, your father worked hard to make the marriage work."

"What kind of problems did you have? I can't ever remember the two of you arguing."

Sandra sighed. "Well, I probably shouldn't tell you this but you're a big girl now." She paused again.

"Tell me what?"

"It was early in our marriage. You know that I got pregnant with you when I was seventeen and your Dad and I had to get married. It was what people did in those days. However, by the time you were three or four, our marriage was really struggling. We had money problems, as well as meddling parents. One thing led to another and we split up."

"Oh my God," Elaine exclaimed. "I never knew. But... but you two stayed married. You obviously worked it out."

"We did, but not before I strayed."

"Strayed? You had an affair?" Elaine almost screamed.

"Yes. I was so angry about everything. I blamed him for making me pregnant so that I would marry him. It wasn't true but I was too young and emotional to sort it all out. Unfortunately, I fell into the arms of a friend. In fact, he looked a lot like Derrick."

"He was black?" Elaine gasped with her eyes as wide as saucers.

"Yes," Sandra said and a wistful smile came to her face. "And, he had the biggest cock that I've ever seen."

"Mommmmm!!!" Elaine screamed. Her mother could be very direct when she wanted to.

Sandra laughed. "Sorry, but that's the only way I could describe it. Besides that, he knew how to use it too."

"I can't believe it." 

"Can't believe he had a big cock or that he knew how to use it," Sandra said facetiously and laughed loudly.

"That you had an affair!"

"Well, it only lasted for six months but it was pretty incredible."

"I would never have believed it," Elaine said in amazement.

"There's a few things that you don't know about your old Mom."

Elaine looked at her mother's pretty face and shook her head. A smile came to her face. "You're not old Mom and you know it."

"Too old for Derrick," she laughed. Then she added, "You think he has an older brother."




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Elaine shook her head in exasperation and poured herself another glass of wine. She felt a little tremor of excitement go through her and said, "Tell me more about this affair."

Chapter 2

The morning rush hour traffic was still bumper-to-bumper as Elaine dropped her two boys at daycare and headed to work. However, her thoughts were not on the traffic. She still couldn't believe what her mother had told her about her affair with a black man. Even more amazing, she couldn't believe how descriptive her mother had been. She described her lover in explicit detail and talked about how incredible the sex had been. She said that she could still remember it as if it were yesterday. She described how she and her lover had slipped into the affair quite easily. It had started out of anger at her dad but quickly turned into a sexual marathon. The affair had ended when her lover, who was in the Army, was transferred to Korea. A couple of month's later she and Elaine's father reconciled. 

While Elaine knew that her mother was very open-minded, she could not fathom her having an affair with a black man. Although they currently lived in the north, her mother's family was from the Deep South. In fact, her great, great grandfather was a plantation and slave owner. Elaine knew that her mother was proud of her heritage but that she was still somewhat embarrassed by the legacy of racism. She also knew that she wasn't a racist. Yet, she had never seen any indication that her mother had a "thing" for black men. Since her father died, several years ago, Sandra had rarely dated. She spent much of her time working for charities and watching the two boys... which she loved to do. In fact, she had suggested that she could provide daycare but Elaine had refused because she didn't want to burden her mother with a new family. 

Elaine worried about her mother though. She seemed happy enough but there was an underlying loneliness. It wasn't apparent to everyone but Elaine could see it. She resolved to spend more time with her.

As Elaine walked down the hall to her office, she was feeling very uncomfortable about seeing Derrick. She was embarrassed by what she had allowed him to do... no matter how many times her mother told her that it was John's fault because of his neglect. She had no right to let the younger man touch her in the way he had. Yet, there was an excitement that she couldn't explain as she passed his office. She glanced inside and was relieved to see he wasn't there. Then a blush came to her face when she thought about his surprise when he'd see how she was dressed today. The tight cotton skirt she had on hugged her hips like a second skin, restricting her stride and exposing much of her firm thighs. On top she wore a pink V-neck angora sweater that showed the soft swells of her breasts. The creamy mounds bounced sensuously with each step. It was an outfit that she, until today, had never worn to work. 

"Good morning," Jenny heard from behind her. When she turned around she saw Derrick with a cup of coffee in his hand and a smile on his face.

"Uh... hi," she responded.

"Nice outfit," he said with a bright smile.

Elaine blushed again.

"Cup of coffee," he said as he walked over to her and held his cup out.

"Uh... yes, thanks." She took the steaming Styrofoam cup from his hand, happy to have her morning coffee. "I was running late and didn't get a chance to stop."

"Sorry but it's black," he said and then added with a smile, "Like me." 

"I like it black," Elaine said before she thought. She covered her embarrassment by sipping the hot coffee, her eyes almost twinkling as she looked over the cup at him. 

Derrick's eyebrows rose. Then he said, "Listen, would you like to have lunch? I have some more questions on the briefs you typed for me."

Although Elaine knew that he didn't have any questions about the briefs, she found herself nodding her head. 

"Noon?"

"Uh, sure. I have to get to work now," she stuttered and turned to hurry to her office.

Elaine was busy at her desk when Derrick stuck his head into her office. 

"Ready?" he said.

She looked up as if she didn't understand. Then she glanced at her clock and saw that it was 12 O'clock. "Gee, I didn't know it was that late," she said. "Let me run to the ladies room and I'll meet you downstairs."

A few minutes later the two of them were sitting at a booth at a nearby restaurant. After they ordered lunch and the waitress left, Derrick looked like he had something to say. 

"I didn't get you in trouble with your Mom, did I?" 

"What do you mean?" Elaine said as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

"You know... when she came to the door."

"Uh... no. She didn't see anything," she lied.

"Good. I was worried," Derrick said with a relieved smile. He paused for a second and added, "Listen, I was out of line yesterday and I'm sorry." 

"It's all right. It was my fault. I shouldn't have let it get that far."

"Don't blame yourself. You have to know that I've liked you since the day we met and when I'm around you... well I have a hard time controlling myself."

Elaine was suddenly too stunned to answer. In the two years that she had known Derrick, he had never come on to her like yesterday. Incredibly, instead of being put off by his admission, she felt flattered. Here she was a 35-year-old mother of two with this young and very handsome man saying he had a crush on her. She felt a sudden excitement in the pit of her stomach and her breathing increased.

Derrick reached over and placed his hand on Elaine's. "Having said that, I can't say that I wouldn't do it again."

Elaine looked down at the dark hand on her pale white one and was again amazed by the contrast. She felt the warmth of his hand on hers and a tremor went though her as she remembered how it felt on her bare breast. Suddenly she felt her nipples getting hard.

Derrick felt her tremble and glanced down at her breasts. "Are you cold," he said. Suddenly he wanted to take the words back. He meant that he had felt her tremble and wasn't referring to her hard nipples.

"Uh... no," Elaine said as her face turned red. She laid one arm on the table and leaned forward, pressing her breasts to her forearm to hide her obvious excitement. "Derrick... uh... you know I'm married," she said. It sounded like a weak excuse, even to her.

"Of course. However, at the risk of being forward, you don't seem very happy right now."

A ting of anger rushed through Elaine and she started to say that it was none of his business. However, she bit her tongue. She knew that Derrick wasn't being nosey. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yes it is. And it makes me sad."

Elaine looked into his eyes and saw that he was sincere. "It's just that John travels all the time and I feel like I'm a single parent," she said, her voice beginning to show her thinly veiled emotions. She dropped her head and a lone tear began to roll down her cheek.

Derrick reached over and lifted her head. He used his finger to wipe away the tear. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry." 

She reached up and grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "It doesn't have anything to do with you."

"What do you say we talk about something else," Derrick said as he rubbed the back of his fingers against her cheek. "What's with your Mom? She is a very pretty woman... like her daughter."

Elaine wiped her eyes with a tissue and smiled, but then her expression changed. "Uh... thanks," Elaine said with a little embarrassment at his compliment. Then she paused before adding, "I worry about her sometimes. She says that she isn't lonely but I think she is."

"You're dad's been dead for a couple of years now right?"

"Yes, and it happened so suddenly."

"Does your Mom date?"

"Not much," Elaine said and then laughed as she remembered what her mother said last night.

"What's funny?"

"Well, she thinks you're handsome."

"That's funny huh," he said with a smile.

"No, but she wanted to know if you had an older brother."

Derrick laughed this time. "Yes I do, but they live all over the country. However, I do have a couple of friends that would love to meet her."

"I'll ask her," Elaine said only half facetiously. 

"Are you going to the boss' picnic Saturday?" Derrick asked, changing the subject abruptly.

"I don't know. Mom offered to watch the kids."

"Please go. It'll make it worth while for me to go to the boring party."

"The parties are pretty boring aren't they?" Elaine stated, her face breaking into a smile again.

"You have a beautiful smile," Derrick said sincerely.

Suddenly Elaine felt Derrick's knee brush against hers. She started to pull away but instead held it there. It was as if an electric charge went through her. She squirmed on her seat and realized that her panties were getting wet. 

"I love your outfit today," he said as he glanced down at her exposed mounds of flesh. "But I think I said that before."

"It is a little much for the office isn't it?"

"Not at all. I love it when you dress sexy. You certainly have the body for it."

"Uh... thanks," Elaine said as she unconsciously leaned a little further forward, providing an unobstructed view of her soft cleavage. 

Just then the waitress returned with their lunch. They shared small talk as they ate. When lunch was done, Derrick insisted on paying. Then he gently grasped her arm and led her out of the restaurant. When they arrived back at work, they found the elevator lobby packed with people waiting to get back to work.

"Let's take the stairs," Derrick said, since their offices were only on the third floor. Then he pushed the steel fire door open and led Elaine into the stairwell. 

As Elaine began to climb the stairs in front of Derrick, she could feel his eyes on her rear. The skirt was far too tight to be walking up steps gracefully. Incredibly she found herself swaying her hips much more than necessary. She didn't wear pantyhose in the summer and wondered if Derrick could see up her skirt to her panties. Another chill went through her and she felt her now swollen sex throb.

When they reached the third floor, Elaine reached for the door handle. However, before she could pull it open, Derrick reached over her and held it closed. Elaine trembled and froze, afraid to look back. Then, like yesterday, she felt Derrick close behind her. He was so much larger than she that his body towered over her small frame. "Derrick," she whispered as he again wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to him. She sucked in her breath when she realized that she could feel his erection again. As his lips bent to her neck, both of his large hands came up and covered her breasts. 

Elaine suddenly spun around in his arms and pressed her hands to his chest, intent on pushing him away. However, when she looked up, she saw his dark brown eyes boring into her. Then, as if in slow motion, his lips moved toward hers. She pressed on his chest, but not enough to push him away. An unwanted moan escaped her mouth as his lips met hers. It was the first time she had kissed another man since she had met her husband... and the first time she had ever kissed a black man. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she feared that it was going to explode. When she felt Derrick's tongue on her lips, her mouth opened. She heard Derrick moan as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. When Derrick pressed her to the door, she resisted, knowing that she had to stop this. However, she felt his hand on her wrist, pulling her arm down. A low wail escaped her mouth when she felt him pulling her hand to his throbbing erection. Even under his slacks, she could tell that it was huge. 

Derrick moaned when he felt Elaine's hand wrap around him.

In spite of the danger Elaine hand began to move up and down the long shaft. It was almost as if she were trying to determine how long it was. When she felt it throb, her knees grew weak and she worried that she might collapse.

"Oh Jesus," Derrick moaned 

Finally, from somewhere deep inside, Elaine found the strength to push Derrick away, pulling her lips from his. Her head dropped down and she gasped for breath. "I... we... have to... to get back to work," she hissed.

Derrick knew that he had pushed her far enough. He moved back, to give her room. Then he looked down and saw the tent in his pants. "You better go out and make sure the coast is clear."

Elaine saw his predicament, her eyes lingering on the bulge far too long. Then she smiled in spite of her nervousness and whispered, "Okay. She turned to open the door. However before she could, Derrick pulled her back to him and kissed her again. This time she didn't resist at all and melted into his arms. Her head began to spin as she was enveloped in his strong arms and her breasts pressed mashed against his hard chest. Unconsciously she began to push her hips toward his still throbbing penis. A moan escaped both of their lips.

After Elaine finally pushed him away again, she leaned back against the door and took several deep breaths. A wave of guilt washed over her and she looked up at Derrick and whispered, "We can't... I'm married... I have to get back to work." With that she looked out the door and saw that the hall was empty. 

Derrick followed her out of the stairwell and hurried across the hall to the men's room.

Elaine wondered if he was going to jerk off. She giggled and got a strange look from a woman that had turned the corner a second after Derrick disappeared.

Chapter 3

"I really appreciate you watching the boys, Mom," Elaine said as she put her lipstick on in front of the dresser mirror.

"You know I love doing it," Sandra said as she leaned against the doorframe. "So is Derrick going to be at the picnic?"

Elaine turned to her mother and saw her raised eyebrows. "I suppose so," she answered non-committal and turned back to the mirror.

Sandra smiled at her daughter. "I bet he is. Otherwise you wouldn't be so particular with your dress and makeup."

"He's just a friend mother," Elaine said casually. Her words were not very convincing.

"I'm sure he is. So was my Jason," Sandra said in a teasing manner, referring to her black lover as if hadn't been over thirty years since they were together.

Elaine put her lipstick in her purse and turned to her mother. "What'd you think?" she said as she held her arms out and spun around. She had on a low cut tank top and a pair of tight short, shorts. On her feet she had on a pair of modestly high-heeled sandals. Her legs, which were freshly shaven and tanned from the summer sun, looked firm and sleek. She filled out the shorts quite well, with just a bit of the lower cheeks of her ass showing. Her seemingly perpetually hard nipples were poking out of her tank top, attesting to the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"You look great. But you had better not let Derrick get you alone," she laughed.

"Mother," Elaine said in mock frustration as she put her hands on her hips. Then she had to smile at the snide look on her mother's face. She turned and sat on the bed, her smile fading.

"What's wrong?" Sandra asked as she walked over and sat next to her daughter.

"You know what's wrong."

"Derrick?" she asked rhetorically.

"No, it's me. I know it's wrong but I get these butterflies whenever I think of him. I can't help it," she admitted with the frustration obvious in her voice.

Sandra put her arm around her daughter's shoulders. "I know how you feel," she said sincerely. "I felt the same way with Jason." She hugged her daughter for a moment and then asked, "Have you done anything with him yet?"

"Well, not exactly. He kissed me in the stairwell the other day."

"Is that all?" she asked curiously.

"Uh... no. He played with my breasts and... and... he put my hand on his thing," Elaine stated, unable to say the word.

"He put your hand on his cock?"

"Yes," Elaine answered, the nasty word echoing in her ears and causing a tremor of excitement to run between her legs.

"And you naturally pulled away."

"No, not right away."

Sandra laughed. "I'm not surprised. You're so much like me, it scares me sometimes."

"I don't know what to do. I don't want to be unfaithful to John but... but I can't seem to control these feelings."

"Let me tell you something about John. I've been around a little longer than you have and I think I know something about men. I can almost guarantee you that John isn't innocent."

"You don't know that," Elaine returned with unintended anger in her voice.

"Don't be naive Elaine. Do you really think John stays on the road for weeks at a time without something going on?"

"Yes."

"Elaine, I didn't raise a fool. You know better than that." She looked at her daughter and sighed in frustration. "Just answer me one question. Is he ready for sex when he gets home?"

Elaine opened her mouth to answer and then paused. "Well... now that you mention it, he isn't. But I thought that was just because he's tired."

Sandra laughed but quickly stopped when she saw her daughter's look. "Sweetie, it wouldn't surprise me if he had another family somewhere."

"Another family?" Elaine almost screamed.

"Don't act so shocked. It happens."

Elaine felt herself getting angry, first at her mother, then at her husband and finally at herself. She got up without saying anything and went in to check on the boys. They were down for a nap. She walked over quietly and kissed Jimmy and then Todd. A smile came to her lips as she thought that at least two good things came out of the marriage.

"Have fun," Sandra said as she waived goodbye at the door.

Elaine was a little late to the picnic and it was in full swing when she arrived. She parked the car and walked over to a large group of tables where several hundred people were gathered, eating. 

The picnic was an annual event, held at a local park a few miles outside of town. Most of the employees and their spouses attended... it was almost a requirement.

Several of Elaine's co-workers greeted her and invited her to sit at their table. She agreed and looked around for Derrick. When she didn't see him, she figured he hadn't arrived yet. She drank several beers, chatted with her friends as she picked at a piece of fried chicken and a salad. 

"Anyone seen Derrick or Dick?" Elaine asked, adding Dick's name so people wouldn't wonder why she was asking about Derrick.

"The boys are over playing softball," one of the women said.

Elaine looked over and saw two teams playing ball on a field a couple hundred yards away. They were too far away to see Derrick.

"Anyone want to go watch?" Elaine asked as she got up from the table.

"No thanks," one woman said, apparently speaking for all of them. "We get plenty of sports at home," she added with a laugh.

Elaine left the group and walked over to the field, carrying her third beer. When she got to the field, Derrick was at bat. She observed that he had on a sleeveless tank top, shorts and tennis shoes. A little chill ran through her when she saw his strong arms holding the bat in preparation for the pitch. When it arrived, he swung hard sending the ball flying far into the outfield. The left fielder turned and began to run as the ball sailed over his head. Then she watched Derrick's strong, athletic legs carry him effortlessly around the base pads. His team members screamed encouragement as he rounded third base and headed for home. The ball got to the plate a second after Derrick crossed. His teammates mobbed him as his home run had apparently won the game.

The game was over so the two teams gathered up the equipment. Derrick walked over to a cooler and got two beers and then came over to the bleachers where Elaine was sitting. "Hi," he said with a big smile and handed her a beer. "I was worried that you weren't going to make it."




Like Mother, Like Daughter



"Sorry, it seems to take me forever to get ready to go out nowadays."

Derrick's eyes roamed up and down Elaine's body before he whispered, "It was worth the time."

"Thanks," Elaine said and blushed. 

Derrick sat next to her on the bleachers as the other guys headed back to the picnic tables. "We beat the Accounting Department every year but they always come back for more," he laughed.

"Maybe you guys should let them win one," Elaine said.

"Yeah, right," Derrick returned. 

The two of them sat for a while, enjoying the warm, late September afternoon. The leaves had begun to change and there was a smell of fall in the air. 

"Another beer," Derrick asked when his was finished.

"This is my forth," Elaine said, not used to drinking much. "What the hell," she said. "Get me one."

Derrick brought her a bottle and said, "Want to take a walk?"

Elaine looked at the crowd at the picnic table and back at Derrick. "Uh... all right," she said hesitantly. 

Derrick reached his hand out and helped her off of the bleachers. When she was on the ground, he held onto her hand for a moment too long. 

Elaine pulled her hand from his and felt a tingling between her legs. 

"Let's walk down to the lake," Derrick suggested. 

The two of them followed a path through the woods, walking side-by-side without talking. Occasionally, one of their hands would touch the other. And, at least for Elaine, it would renew the tingling. They came out of the woods at a natural lake surrounded by a manmade white sand beach. Elaine stopped and took her shoes off and then they proceeded to walk down the beach. Soon they came to a large outcropping of rocks that was over thirty foot high and overlooked the lake.

"Let's sit up there," Derrick suggested, holding his hand out to Elaine.

She took his hand and let him lead her up a rock-strewn trail until they reached the top. "Wow, this is beautiful. I've never been up here before," Elaine said as they walked out onto the ledge overlooking the crystal blue lake. She looked down the beach and saw a few people but otherwise they were alone. 

"Sit down," Derrick said.

"I've got white shorts on," Elaine answered.

"No problem," Derrick said and began to pull his tank top over his head. 

Elaine watched with wide eyes as his strong stomach and then chest were revealed. His chest and stomach muscles rippled. A glistening of sweat made his dark skin shimmer. Elaine could feel her heart flutter and the ever present tingling between her legs intensified. The beer she had consumed was definitely affecting her and she would have been worried about her own desires had they not been in a fairly public place.

Derrick laid his shirt onto the rock and helped Elaine sit down. Then he joined her. 

For a few minutes they enjoyed the soft breeze and the warm sun. 

Elaine almost jumped when she felt Derrick's arm go around her back. She could smell his musk as he pulled her close. "Derrick," she whispered, refusing to look up at him. 

Derrick placed his hand under her chin and turned her face up to him. Like the other day in the stairwell, their lips came together like magnets. 

The kiss was as good as the one in the stairwell... maybe better. 

Elaine felt her head spinning and worried that she might tumble off the rock. However, Derrick was holding her tightly to him. 

Soon their tongues were dueling for possession of each other's mouths as Derrick's hand came up and entwined in her hair, keeping her mouth pressed to his. His other hand dropped to her thigh.

When Elaine felt it, she wrenched her mouth from his. "Derrick, we can't here," she whispered excitedly.

He didn't seem to hear her as he moved his hand across her smooth white thigh. 

Elaine looked down and watched in fascination as his large, dark hand moved slowly up her thigh. Suddenly she wished she had worn panties because she could feel her sex juices soaking into the crotch of her shorts. Frozen with fear and excitement, she watched as his fingers moved closer and closer to the opening in the leg of her shorts. The shorts were so small that it was only an inch from the edge to her private parts. She groaned and trembled as one finger began to slip under the edge. Almost without thinking, she spread her legs, allowing him better access. "Oh Jesus," she moaned when his finger found her swollen sex slips. Normally Elaine had a lot of pubic hair. However, because she liked to wear short shorts, sometimes without panties like today, she kept it trimmed very short. What hair she had, formed a down of soft and dark hair, which barely covered her outer sex lips.

Derrick's lips found Elaine's again and his tongue slipped into her mouth as his finger slipped into her vagina. A moan escaped from deep in her throat as his middle finger moved into her already wet hole.

"Oh God, Derrick!" Elaine cried as she pulled her lips from his. His finger began to move in and out. Her hips began to lift upward, forcing the searching digit as deep as it could go. When his hand started to move faster, Elaine tried to close her thighs. She was rapidly losing control. "Ohhhhh," she moaned as waves of pleasure began to rush through her. She closed her eyes tightly and tried desperately to fight off her rapidly approaching climax. However, she was too far-gone. Her thighs squeezed tighter, trapping Derrick's hand as her hips lifted from the rock. Little whimpers escaped her lips as a strong climax rushed through her. "Ahhhhhh!!!" she gasped as her sex lips throbbed and her juice squirted across Derrick's finger and into her the crotch of her now soaked shorts. She collapsed into Derrick's strong arms.

Chapter 4

It took a while before Elaine opened her eyes. She found herself snuggled into Derrick's arm and he was smiling down at her.

"You're back," he said with a wide grin.

Elaine had a moment of remorse as she realized what she had allowed to happen. However, the memory of the best climax she had had in years overcame that feeling. She smiled back at him weakly and dropped her head in embarrassment. When she did, her eyes fell on his crotch. In spite of her recent climax she felt a rush of excitement. There was a very large bulge down the leg of his shorts. Without looking up at him, she reached down and gently ran a fingernail across the material covering his penis. It throbbed and pulsed under his shorts. Then she grew bolder and wrapped her hand around the swollen, cloth covered flesh.

"Ohhhhh," Derrick moaned.

Elaine looked around her toward the beach to make sure no one was in seeing distance. Then she turned back, her hand still holding the long penis under his shorts. She began to tremble as she slowly began to pull the leg of his shorts up his thigh. She had to see it. It didn't take long before she saw the swollen head of his penis peek from the bottom. With an amazed look she continued to pull the leg up until most of his penis was revealed. She didn't have a lot to compare it to but she knew that John's penis was about five inches long. This one was twice that length. "My God," she whispered as she took the long black shaft in her hand. Her fingers were not able to close around it.

"Ohhhhh!" Derrick gasped as Elaine began to move her hand up and down the shaft as if mesmerized. She watched in fascination as it grew even larger until it seemed that she had a black police baton in her hand. The head was swollen and almost purple in color. The shaft was thick and dark black with swollen veins running up and down the length. The slit was leaking a stream of clear pre-cum juice and it was running in a small river across the head and down to her fingers. Elaine opened her hand and let the juice run underneath. Then she closed her hand, using the lubricant to smooth the way for her hand as it began to move up and down again. 

In a trance, Elaine began to pump her hand faster. She could hear the sound of his juice as it squished between her fingers. Then she heard Derrick moan. She had almost forgotten about him. When she looked up, his eyes were closed and there was a look of pure rapture on his face. She smiled and moved her hand faster. 

"Elaine," Derrick hissed in warning. His hips began to lift from the rock in time with the movement of her hand. 

Elaine looked from his face to his penis. The head had grown larger and almost looked like it was going to explode. 

Then it did.

"Ahhhhheeeeee!!!" Derrick screamed.

Elaine jumped as she saw an incredible stream of white juice shoot from the pulsing head. It arched up into the air, higher than their heads, before landing with a splat on the back of her hand and arm. Another blast quickly followed. The shock caused Elaine to stop moving her hand. She quickly began to pump the shaft again, watching his sperm fly out like an erupting volcano. Pulse after pulse sent his hot and thick cream into the air. 

Derrick's climax continued for a long time until the sperm shooting from the head slowed to a dribble. 

"Jesus," he hissed as he leaned back on his hands with his head thrown back and looked up at the blue sky.

Elaine pulled her hand away from the shrinking penis and gasped. The entire back of her hand and half way up her arm was covered in the warm and sticky juice from Derrick's balls. "God, do you cum that much all the time?" Elaine asked in amazement before she realized what she was saying.

"More sometimes," Derrick said with a smile.

Elaine's face turned red and she whispered shyly, "You could populate the earth with all that sperm."

Suddenly they heard voices as a group of people walked down the beach toward the rock. 

Elaine felt panicky as she looked at the mess on her hand and arm. 

Derrick thought fast and said, "Let's get out of here. I think we can get back this way." He helped Elaine up and then quickly put his shirt back on. Then they climbed up higher to a ledge behind them. There was a trail leading through the woods and back down the hill. When they came out, they were on the other side of the rock from the people and were relatively safe. "You can wash off in the water," Derrick said sheepishly.

Elaine waded into the cold water and then washed off her hand and arm. When she came back to Derrick he looked embarrassed.

"Sorry," he said, referring to the fact that he had lost control.

"It's okay," Elaine said. "We need to get back. We've been gone too long already." Her voice sounded colder than she intended, but she was feeling guilty again. 

They walked up the hill and back into the woods. Before they reached the picnic area, they separated, allowing Elaine to emerge from the woods alone. Derrick worked his way through the woods and came out on the far side of the grounds. 

Fortunately, no one seemed to have missed them. 

Chapter 5

Elaine was sitting in her office on Monday thinking about what had happened at the picnic on Saturday when Derrick came in. 

"Hi," he said.

"Good morning," Elaine answered somewhat nervously. She had decided to tell Derrick that what they had done was wrong and that it couldn't happen again. However, when she saw his handsome face, her resolve began to weaken. She steeled herself and said, "Derrick... uh... what happened Saturday... well, things got out of hand. It... it can't happen again. I'm... I'm married." In spite of the fact that she had practiced what she was going to say to him, it came out as a very weak protest.

Surprisingly Derrick said, "I understand. I told you before that I have difficulty being around you. But I was out of line... again"

Elaine's was surprised that he was making it much easier than she thought it was going to be. He was being sweet and even sounded remorseful. They fell silent, looking at each other for a few moments.

Derrick broke the uncomfortable silence and said, "Listen, you mentioned that your mother might like to meet someone."

The abrupt change in subject threw Elaine off. She had to think for a minute about what he was referring to. "Oh... yes I remember."

"Well, I have a friend that works over in litigation. He's divorced, in his early forties and, like your mom, lonely."

"I know some of the guys over there. Who is it?"

"Do you know Jerome Tyler?"

Elaine said, "Oh yes." She pictured Jerome, who wasn't as tall as Derrick and had broad shoulders and a sexy smile. "He's the black guy with the mustache and goatee?" 

"That's him. I was wondering if your mother would want to go on a double date with him and me."

Elaine felt somewhat indignant at his assumption that she would go out on a "date" with him, especially after what she had just said. She started to reply that she couldn't go out with him when he spoke again.

"Jerome is going to fix me up with his sister."

Suddenly the blood rushed from Elaine's face and she felt anger rising. She opened her mouth but stopped when she realized that she was jealous and anything she said would give it away. After a pause she said, "I'll ask her." The curtness of her response showed her anger. She quickly added, "I have to get back to work."

Derrick looked a little hurt. He got up, saying, "Let me know. We're going to go over to Jacksonville to a dance club. We'll leave about six- thirty Saturday night." With that Derrick hurriedly left Elaine's office.

Elaine sat there in stunned silence. She couldn't help her feelings; she was fuming. It was an emotional and illogical reaction but she couldn't deny that she was hurt. Her first thought was that she wouldn't ask her mother and just tell him that she had. However, by the end of the day she realized that she did want her mother to meet someone and that it would be very immature to sulk and spoil a chance for her.

On Wednesday nights, Elaine and her mother regularly had dinner together, alternating houses. This evening, it was Elaine's turn to cook. Her mother was playing with the boys when Elaine called them in for dinner. The two of them arranged the boys in high chairs and sat next to them as they ate.

"Mom, Derrick wanted me to ask you something."

"He wants to go out with me?" she asked with a facetious laugh. 

"Well, not exactly... but close. He wanted me to ask you if you wanted to go out with a friend of his. He wants to double date."

"With you and me?"

"No, he is going to go out with the guy's sister."

"Then the answer is no."

Elaine was startled by her quick refusal. "Why?"

"Because you aren't going."

"Mom!" Elaine said in a loud voice. "That's ridiculous. I'm married. Besides, you've wanted to meet someone for a long time."

"I have but I don't even know this guy and I only met Derrick once for about thirty seconds. What if they want to get me somewhere private and do bad things to me?" She said it with a straight face but couldn't hold back a laugh. "Seriously though, I won't go if you don't go along to chaperone."

Elaine tried to act indignant but inside she was elated. "You're insufferable mother," she said. Then added, "All right. I'll ask him."

The following day Elaine went to Derrick's office to see him. 

"Did you ask your Mom?"

"Yes, but she said no."

Derrick's face showed his disappointment.

Elaine continued quickly, "She said she would only go if I went along to chaperone. I told her that I couldn't do that. Besides, I know you want to go out with Jerome's sister."

Derrick smiled and said, "Actually, I'd much rather go with you."

Elaine hid her smile. "Won't Jerome's sister be mad?"

"Unfortunately, or maybe I should say fortunately, Jerome asked her and she said she couldn't make it this week. So, I'm willing if you are?"

Elaine acted like she was thinking about it. "I don't know," she said. 

"Come on, it'll be fun... and I promise to behave myself." He smiled brightly.

"All right, but it's not a real date for you and I."

"I understand, but we can still have fun can't we?"

"You promise to behave?"

"Scouts honor," he said, holding his fingers up like a Boy Scout. Behind his back, he had his fingers crossed.

Elaine showed up at her mother's house at five-thirty. She had chosen to wear a simple dress that was cute but nothing special. After all, it wasn't a real date. 

Sandra was in her bedroom getting dressed when she heard her daughter coming into the house.

"Hi Mom," Elaine called.

"In the bedroom," she answered. "Hi sweetie," she said when Elaine entered. She was sitting at her dresser putting on makeup.

"You all ready for your first date in... let's see, how long has it been... two years?"

"Well, if you consider Henry a real date."

They both laughed.

"I'm really nervous," Sandra said. Then she stood up and turned to her daughter. "How do I look?"

She had on a dark blue short skirt that was very tight on her hips and showed a lot of thigh. On her feet she had four-inch high heels. However, it was what she had on top that shocked Elaine.

"Mother!" Elaine exclaimed. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

Sandra had on a sheer, white silk blouse. It was so thin that her braless breasts underneath were plainly visible. However, there were two pockets on either side, which covered her nipples.

Sandra said, "Is it too much?"

"Yes," Elaine answered.

"Good, then I'll wear it," she laughed. 

"But mother, you're naked under the blouse," Elaine protested.

"Actually, I'm not wearing any underwear either."

"I can't believe you mother," Elaine said with a touch of disapproval.

"So what are you wearing under that dress? I can see you don't have a bra on. What about panties?"

Elaine face flushed.

"I thought so. I can't believe my daughter is going out on a date without panties."

"It's not a date for me," Elaine answered.

"Well, I hate to see what you would wear... or not wear... if it was a real date. I guess you'd go naked."

Finally, Elaine laughed, shaking her head and said, "I don't know what's gotten into us mother dear."

"Nothing," she said sarcastically. "That's why we're naked under our clothes."

Elaine shook her head, but then she had to smile again.

Just then the front doorbell rang.

"Are you ready?" Elaine asked.

"Ready as ever."

The two of them went to the door. Derrick and Jerome were waiting outside. Elaine did the introductions and they got into Derrick's car for the forty-fire minute drive to Jacksonville. Neither of the men missed that Sandra had on a see through blouse. 

The four of them chatted as Derrick drove. 

Elaine sat with her legs crossed, her skirt drawing high up her thighs. She could see Derrick glancing over. A chill of excitement went through her and in spite of her resolve she turned slightly toward Derrick, giving him an even better view of her bare legs. If she had been wearing panties they would have been wet.

By the time they arrived at the club, everyone had gotten to know each other as well as they could in the short time.

The club was a popular place for couples. Every weekend they had a live band and two for one drinks. Within an hour the four of them were laughing and joking like old friends. 

When the two women went to the ladies room, Sandra told her daughter that she liked Jerome a lot.

As the evening wore on, it was becoming apparent that Jerome felt the same way about Sandra. They were laughing a lot and eventually began whispering to one another. On the dance floor, they held each other very close.

"Mom and Jerome seem to have hit it off," Elaine said as she danced with Derrick.

"I'll say," he answered and nodded toward the two of them in the corner of the dance floor.

Elaine looked and was shocked to see that they were kissing. She felt Derrick pull her closer. She didn't resist and placed her head on his shoulder. Her body temperature began to rise as she felt Derrick's strong body pressed to hers and his hands slip down to the top of her buttocks. She wondered if he could tell that she didn't have panties on. The thought excited her and she felt juice begin to drip from her sex lips. She began to worry that it was going to run down her legs so she asked if they could take a break.




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When they arrived back at the booth, Derrick slid in next to Elaine, his thigh touching hers. The waitress arrived and they ordered another round of drinks. Derrick was only drinking soda because he was driving. 

Jerome appeared at the table. "Could I borrow the car keys? Sandra wants to get some air."

"Sure," Derrick answered and handed his friend the keys.

When he left, Elaine said, "Why does he need the car keys for them to get air?"

Derrick looked at her incredulously. "I don't think its air they really want."

It suddenly dawned on Elaine. "Oh," she exclaimed. She couldn't believe her mother was going out to the car to neck like some teenager.

Derrick leaned close to Elaine, placing his hand on her bare thigh. Then he turned to her, moving toward her lips.

Elaine thought about resisting his kiss but the alcohol and his closeness clouded her judgment. She moaned softly as their lips touched. Her head was spinning as his tongue entered her mouth and his hand began to move up her thighs. Her thighs opened in an unconscious invitation and she felt his fingers getting very close to her wet and swollen lips. She gasped and closed her thighs when the tip of his finger touched her vagina. She squirmed and began to push him away when his finger slipped inside her wet hole. "Oh God, don't Derrick," she gasped. 

Suddenly, the sound of the waitress clearing her throat interrupted the two. 

Derrick casually pulled his hand from between her legs and turned to the waitress. He paid for the drinks and the smiling woman left. "Where were we," Derrick said.

Elaine had found her control again. "Behave," she said as gently as she could. 

The two of them went back to the dance floor for several dances. When they came back to the table, Sandra and Jerome had returned. 

"Uh... Jerome and I would like to leave," Sandra said somewhat breathlessly. Her hair was messed up and her makeup was smeared. 

"Okay," Derrick said, figuring it was their date and not his. He was a little disappointed to be leaving so early. However, when he looked at his watch, he realized that it was almost eleven thirty.

Elaine looked at her mother's disheveled appearance and was pretty sure she knew what she and Jerome had been doing in the car. She caught her mother's glance and gave her a disapproving frown.

Chapter 6

The car was barely off the parking lot when Elaine heard a moan come from the back seat. She turned to look at Derrick, afraid to look back, and saw a smile on his face. His eyes were looking into the rear view mirror. As much as Elaine wanted to look into the back, she kept her eyes forward. However, when she saw Derrick reach up and turn the mirror toward her, she couldn't help herself. A gasp escaped her lips when she saw that Jerome was kissing her mother and his hand appeared to be between her legs. Immediately her eyes turned from the mirror and she stared straight ahead, her face turning bright red. Unfortunately, she couldn't close her ears to the smacking of lips and the quiet groans of pleasure. Her heart was suddenly pounding in her chest and she felt her already swollen lips pulsing.

Derrick took the opportunity to reach over and place his hand on her thigh. She jumped but didn't immediately remove his hand. He was encouraged by that and began to slide his hand up her thigh. 

Elaine was paralyzed with excitement and fear. The continual moans coming from the back seat were making her crazy with desire. She watched Derrick's hand disappear under her dress. When the fingers reached the top of her thighs, just inches from her sex, she reached down and grabbed his hand. "Derrick," she whispered. 

Derrick smiled but didn't remove his hand. He held it still until he felt her grip relaxing. When it did, he moved the inch he needed.

"Uhhhh!!!" Elaine gasped and tightened her grip on his hand again. However, it was too late; his fingers had found her wet lips. She felt him slowly prying them open until he could slip one, then two fingers inside her. Fearing that she was going to climax right there, she forced his hand from under her dress.

Derrick was not discouraged. He reached for her hand and pulled it to his lap, placing it on the bulge in his slacks.

Elaine's eyes grew wide when she felt Derrick's erection under her hand. As shocked as she was, she didn't pull her hand away. Then, as if she didn't have control of her hand, she squeezed him, feeling his penis throb in her grip. The sound of Derrick's voice startled her.

"Take it out," he said in an excited whisper.

She turned her head and looked at him. There was a wide grin on his face, but he appeared to be concentrating on driving. 

When Elaine didn't move, Derrick reached for his zipper and quickly pulled it down. 

The rasp of the zipper in the quiet car startled Elaine. Yet, she still didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she let Derrick push her hand into the opening of his slacks. Another gasp escaped her lips when she realized that he wasn't wearing underwear. Suddenly she found her hand wrapped around the hot shaft of his very hard penis. Her breathing increased and her heart continued to pound in her chest. She could feel her face growing hotter. The itch between her legs turned to throbs of excitement.

Derrick grabbed Elaine's wrist and encouraged her to pull his penis from his pants. A moan escaped his lips when it slipped out into the open.

Elaine looked down. A rush of excitement went through her when she saw the long black shaft jutting from the opening of Derrick's slacks. A loud groan from the back seat forced her eyes to the mirror again. This time her mouth opened in shock when she saw her mother's legs wrapped around Jerome's shoulders and his head was buried between her legs. Her mother's head was thrown back in pleasure as her hands pressed the back of Jerome's head.

"Damn," Derrick suddenly hissed.

Elaine turned forward and saw that they had arrived at her mother's house. 

There was a rustling noise from the back seat as Sandra and Jerome hurried to straighten their clothes. As soon as the car stopped in the driveway, Sandra pulled Jerome out of the car. She held his hand as she leaned toward the side window to talk to her daughter. 

Elaine saw that her mother's hair was a mess and her clothes were askew. Her blouse was hastily buttoned but in the wrong holes. Her skirt was twisted. "Mother!" Elaine gasped.

Sandra smiled at her daughter as she looked into the car. "My goodness, you weren't lying were you?" she gasped when she saw Derrick's long shaft in her daughter's hand.

In the confusion and excitement, Elaine had forgotten that she was holding Derrick's penis. Her face turned bright red and her mouth opened but nothing came out. She would have pulled her hand away but Derrick was still holding her wrist.

"You two have fun," Sandra said. "I know we will." With that she pulled Jerome along behind her as she rushed into the house. 

Elaine sat in stunned silence, still holding Derrick's pulsing penis. 

As soon as Sandra and Jerome were gone, Derrick pulled Elaine's lips to his. His tongue slipped into her mouth bringing a moan from them both. 

After a long kiss, Elaine wrenched her mouth from his. "Derrick, please," she gasped. She could see that his face was a mask of lust. 

Derrick reached a hand up to Elaine's head and began to gently pull it down. 

At first, Elaine resisted, wondering what he wanted. As the pressure continued, she realized that he was pushing her mouth toward his penis. She heard him whisper, "Suck me." Elaine was suddenly breathing very hard as she watched Derrick's long penis come closer and closer to her mouth. She had never sucked a penis before. While she had tried with John, he never seemed to be interested and in fact, said it was dirty. She didn't know if she agreed with him but she never pressed the subject. However, now Derrick wanted her to take him into her mouth. 

Derrick increased the pressure until Elaine's mouth was but an inch from his swollen head. Then, he paused. He didn't want to force her because wanted her to do it on her own.

Elaine was trembling now. She had never been this close to a penis. In fact, she was close enough to smell the musk. It wasn't an unpleasant smell and she found that it made her vagina throb. She moved her head down until her lips touched the soft skin of the head, where she paused, her lips tightly closed. Then she felt a renewed pressure on the back of her head. She slowly opened her mouth and felt the large head spreading her lips. Suddenly her head began moving downward on its own now. There was a ringing in her ears that almost blocked out the sound of Derrick's moan as her lips stretched to circle the large crown of his penis. First she tasted the sweet, clear juice that was streaming from the slit. Then she tasted the saltiness of his penis. The two combined to send waves of pleasure through her like she had never experienced. 

Inside the house, Sandra and Jerome were in a passionate embrace. When Sandra pulled away, her hands went to Jerome's shirt. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned each button before pushing the shirt from his shoulders. Then she slipped to her knees in front of the tall man. Without a word she opened his belt and pulled down his zipper, letting his pants fall to the floor. Now she was staring at the large bulge in his white briefs. There was a wet stain on the front where his penis had leaked his pre-cum juice. Sandra moaned and leaned forward to lick the swollen head under the wet cotton. She smiled when she heard Jerome groan in excitement. She continued to lick until the material was soaked with her saliva and his juice. When she had teased both of them enough she pulled his shorts down.

"Oh God," Jerome moaned when he glanced down and saw the pretty woman kneeling at his feet. Her eyes were open wide and staring at his hard, black penis. 

Unlike her daughter, Sandra had sucked her husband off many times. In fact, when she had her affair with Jason, it was her favorite thing to do. She would literally suck him for an hour or more, until he was mad with desire. Then she would pull away and lick him again. She was pretty sure that Jerome wouldn't last that long though. But that was okay because she wanted... needed his cum. It had been several years since she had tasted the sweet juice from a man's balls. 

"Suck me," Jerome hissed.

Sandra smiled as she grabbed his shaft and brought it down to her lips. She tickled the tip with her tongue before running it around the head and under the crown. With little butterfly flicks, she circled the head, touching every inch of the tender skin below the ridge. 

Jerome was too excited to be teased now. He grabbed Sandra's head and pushed his hips forward, forcing his shaft into her mouth.

Sandra gagged in surprise but quickly recovered. She pushed Jerome's hips back and wrapped her hand around the shaft. She sucked the head as her hand began to pump the shaft. Within seconds she could feel Jerome begin to tense. She knew what was coming and she was almost insane with need for it. 

"Ohhhhhh Gooooodddddd!!!" Jerome screamed as the head of his penis exploded inside her mouth. It felt like his balls were going to explode as well as they sent a torrent of cum flying up the shaft and into Sandra's sucking mouth.

"Mmmmmm," Sandra moaned when she felt her mouth filling with his sweet juice. She let several volleys' of cum fill her mouth before she swallowed. A convulsion shook her body and she was transported back to another time and place. Although the man was different, the taste and the feel were the same. The hot, thick juice coated her mouth before sliding down her throat. As the next shot filled her mouth, she began to climax. As pulse after pulse sent his pent up sperm into her willing mouth, pleasure exploded inside her head. Her knees trembled and she almost fell to the floor as her body was racked with waves of pleasure. Somehow she managed to hang on until Jerome's balls were empty and his penis began to shrink. 

"That's it," Derrick hissed as Elaine began to move her head up and down on his shaft. He could tell that she was not experienced in oral sex but he would not have believed that she had never sucked a man before. 

Elaine was lost in a world that she had never experienced. The smell, taste, and warmth of Derrick penis assaulted her senses. She forgot that she was in her mother's driveway, sucking off a man. Every sense she had was focused on the pleasure of sucking him. Nothing else mattered. 

"Yes, yes, yes," Derrick gasped as his hips began to lift from the seat. As he neared his climax, he wondered if he should warn her. A low hiss came from his lips. "I'm going to cum."

Elaine didn't hear him. Yet, she sensed that he was about to cum. She could feel his penis throbbing in her hand and the head had grown larger in her mouth. Her first thought was to pull her mouth away. However, before she could, Derrick's penis blasted his cum deep into her mouth. When she suddenly tried to pull away, she felt Derrick's hands on the back of her head, encouraging her to remain where she was. With a groan of surrender she stopped struggling and allowed her mouth to fill with his seed.

As Elaine sucked Derrick's cream into her mouth, her mother was doing the same thing inside the house not fifty feet away. 

Elaine held Derrick's sperm in her mouth until her cheeks bulged. For a second she though of letting it run out. But then she swallowed. She squeezed her legs together as a climax shook her very core. She swallowed once, then twice, and then a third time. Each time, her mouth filled again. It seemed to be a never ending well that was pumping juice into her mouth.

Derrick caressed Elaine's head lovingly as he felt his penis begin to shrink inside her mouth. He knew that she had swallowed everything. He couldn't remember a woman ever being able to do that. 

As the excitement of the moment began to fade, the reality of what she had done began to set in for Elaine. She had lost control and sucked off a man in a car, in her mother's driveway... where the neighbors could have seen her. Neighbors that she knew. Not to mention the fact that she was a married woman.

She quickly pulled away from Derrick, wiping the back of her hand nervously across her still wet mouth. Her face showed anger as she sat up in the seat. "I have to get home. The babysitter expects me to be home by one," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. 

"Elaine... uh... listen I... uh," Derrick stuttered. He had no idea what he was going to say. He wasn't drunk so he had no excuse 

"I have to get home," Elaine said again with anger in her voice. She wasn't mad at Derrick... she was mad at herself because she had lost control again.

Derrick tried to kiss her but she turned away. He got out to open her door and then walked her to her car. Without a word she backed out of the driveway and was gone.

Chapter 7

Back inside the house, Sandra was in heaven. She was sitting on Jerome's naked lap on the sofa with her arms wrapped around his neck. She still had her clothes on. "So do you like my blouse?" she asked.

"Are you kidding? You tits were driving me crazy all night," Jerome answered. He reached up and began to unbutton the blouse. "Now I want to see them in the flesh," he laughed. When he had the blouse opened, he pushed it aside and bared her large tits. "Gorgeous," he gasped as he lifted one large orb to his lips.

"Mmmmm," Sandra moaned as she held his head to her now heaving chest. She let him suck one nipple before pulling it away and letting him have the other. At the same time she felt his hand slipping between her legs. She spread them as far as her skirt would allow. 

Jerome's fingers found her swollen sex and one slipped inside.

"Oh God baby, let's go to my bedroom." With that Sandra got up and grabbed Jerome's hand to lead him down the hall. As soon as they were in her bedroom, she pushed him onto the bed until he was lying on his back. His penis had grown again and was standing tall. Sandra quickly stripped off her blouse and skirt. She stood at the side of the bed for a moment, enjoying the site of her soon to be lover as he laid naked on her bed... a bed she had only once shared with anyone else... and it was another black man. Her eyes roamed down his strong chest to his trim waist and the bulging stomach muscles. When they reached his penis a chill went through her. It wasn't incredibly long but it was thick, with veins that were bulging and pulsing from the hot blood pumping through them. His clear pre-cum juice trickled down the dark shaft in a steady stream, making the chocolate skin sparkle. His large balls squirmed in their sacks as if the sperm was ready to boil. 

Sandra was trembling as she climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. "God, I can't wait to get this cock in me," she gasped.

"Put it in," Jerome whispered excitedly. 

Sandra reached between her legs and found his wide shaft. She centered the head on her more than ready hole. Then she slowly moved her hips in a circle, teasing the tip of his penis. She pushed down a little, letting the head barely have access to her warm insides. Then she pulled back, smiling at Jerome's moan of frustration. 

"You're driving me crazy," Jerome hissed as he reached for Sandra's hips and tried to pull her down.

Sandra resisted, lifting up until she was on her feet and squatting over his shaft. When she was positioned over his penis, she allowed the head to enter her slightly before she quickly pulled away again. She kept that up until she too couldn't take anymore. This time when she let the head enter, she moved down, taking a couple of inches of the shaft into her. Her juice began to run down the shaft and across Jerome's balls. She took a deep breath and held it. Then she forced all of her weight down, taking the entire shaft into her body. "Ahhhhheeeeee!!!" she screamed as the fat shaft spread the walls of her warm hole until the head banged into her cervix. She gasped and trembled and tried to catch her breath. Every inch of his penis was inside her, stretching her hole like she hadn't felt in years.

Jerome was crazed with desire now. He was not to be denied and lifted her hips with his hands before bringing her down again. This time they both groaned in pleasure as her tight vagina caressed his shaft like a warm glove.

"Oh God, fuckkkk meeeee!!!" Sandra screamed. She lifted up and dropped down again, her ass cheeks slapping loudly on Jerome's strong thighs. Up and down and up and down she moved until the room was filled with the sloppy sounds of their overheated sex organs.

The room now echoed with the moans and cries of the two lovers as they worked each other into a sweat. 

Sandra began to climax almost immediately. It had been building since she had first taken the swollen head into her vagina. It started deep inside her and rushed up her body to explode like skyrockets. Her hips moved up and down in a blur as her body convulsed in pleasure. Her mouth was open as if to scream but only grunts of pleasure came out. 

Jerome smiled as he watched Sandra use him. His large hands held onto her ass cheeks, helping her move up and down. He knew that he could go on for a long time since he had climaxed so recently. When he felt Sandra begin to climax for a second time, he doubled his efforts, pushing his hips upward with each of her down thrusts. Then, when he felt her trembling begin to slow, he flipped her over. Suddenly he was on top of her and his hips were pile-driving into her, his muscular ass moving up and down rapidly. 

Sandra was delirious. She wrapped her legs around Jerome and held on for dear life. Her body was like a rag doll as Jerome's superior strength consumed her. The bedsprings groaned under the frantic movement and threatened to give out. The headboard slammed into the wall with each thrust of Jerome's hips. When Sandra thought she could climax no more, another one began. She dug her fingernails into Jerome's ass cheeks, urging him to fuck her harder. "Ahhhhhhheeeee," she screamed, the sound of her voice barely audible over the slapping sounds of her lovers balls, the squeaking of the bed springs, and his thighs hitting her ass




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"Oh God, I'm going to cummmmmmm!!!" Jerome gasped. He pushed as deeply as he could go and froze as his balls pulled tight to his body. A second later he was filling her with his thick juice. It poured into her like a garden hose, filling the already stretched hole to the maximum. When there was no room left, it began to squirt from the sides, running down Sandra's ass to the sheets below. 

When Sandra felt the first blast, her reaction was to wrap her arms and legs even tighter around him, holding him to her body as her convulsions intensified. 

Finally, when Jerome had emptied everything he had inside Sandra and she had stopped trembling, he rolled off of her and fell exhausted to the bed in a sweat-soaked heap. 

Sandra laid spread eagle on the bed, her arms and legs spread wide as her lungs gasped for breath.

They were both too exhausted to hold one another.

Chapter 8

The following morning, Sunday, Elaine had just finished feeding the boys' breakfast when she heard her mother come into the house. 

"Hi Elaine," Sandra said as she hurried over to the boys. "How are my boys?" she gushed.

Elaine didn't answer her mother's greeting and walked over to place dishes in the sink. She began to clean them when the telephone rang. 

"Hello," she answered. 

It was John. 

After listening for a minute, Elaine's face turned solemn. "Really? It can't be that important. You're been gone for almost three weeks already!"

Sandra turned from the boys and looked at her daughter. She knew that John was telling her that he wasn't coming home this week as planned.

Elaine slammed the phone down making the boys look up.

Sandra didn't say anything as she looked at her daughter with sympathy. 

"He's going to be away for at least another week, maybe two," Elaine said with venom in her voice.

Sandra sighed and said, "I'm sorry sweetie."

Elaine turned away and looked out the window as tears began to fall. 

Sandra gave the boys a box of animal crackers she had brought with her and walked over to her daughter. She stepped behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist for a hug. 

Elaine began to sob. 

"Why don't we skip church today and go to the park with the boys?" Sandra whispered.

Elaine turned around, wiping her eyes. She looked at her two boys, now stuffing animal crackers in their mouths, and smiled. Then she looked at her mother's concerned face and said, "You're always here when I need you Mom." She hugged her mother.

"That's what moms are for," she whispered. Adding, "Let's not let the boys see that you're upset."

It was a glorious Sunday and there were a lot of people in the park enjoying an unusually warm October day. Elaine and her mother took the boys to the play area and put them in the swings. As they stood beside each other, pushing the swings, Elaine looked at her mother and said, "So how was last night with Jerome?" 

Immediately Sandra got a dreamy look on her face and said, "Unbelievable. I didn't know one man could have that much cum in him."

"Motherrrr!" Elaine said in mock exasperation. Then she added, "So he's a good F-U-C-K," spelling the word so the kids wouldn't understand. 

"Better than good. Besides, he has a great personality and he makes me laugh. That's a bonus."

Elaine smiled at her mother and felt jealous. She pulled Jimmy and Todd out of the swings and directed them to a large sandbox. The two squealing toddlers ran toward the sandbox and jumped in. Elaine and her mother sat on a bench nearby.

"So you two just made love all night?"

"I don't know if you would call it making love," she laughed. "It was more like two animals mating."

Elaine shook her head at her mother.

"We did it again this morning. Haven't you noticed me walking funny," she added with another laugh.

Elaine hadn't seen her mother this happy in years. Her jealousy dissolved into happiness for her. "I'm so happy for you Mom."

Sandra said, "Well, let's not jump the gun here. One F-U-C-K does not make a relationship."

"Well, it's a start."

"God, he had me so worked up in the car that I practically raped him as soon as we got into the house. I doubt you were out of the driveway before I was sucking him."

Elaine got a strange look on her face that her mother noticed right away. "What's wrong?"

"Uh... nothing," she answered and blushed.

Calling on her motherly instinct Sandra said, "So what did the two of you do after we went inside?"

Elaine was silent for a minute. Then she said in a whisper, "The same thing you two were doing."

Sandra got a surprised look on her face. She was pretty sure that they hadn't had intercourse so she guessed that it was something else. "You sucked him off in the car in my driveway?" Sandra said.

"Yes," Elaine answered quietly. 

Sandra burst out laughing. "I guess we are more alike then I thought."

Elaine had to smile in spite of her embarrassment. Then she blurted, "You saw, his... his... C-O-C-K, she said, again spelling the word. "It is so big that I could barely get it into my mouth."

Sandra opened her eyes at her daughter's words and looked shocked again. But then she smiled and said, "I did see it. In fact, he's bigger than Jason or Jerome. Jason was larger than average but no where near as big as Derrick."

"I wonder if black men do have larger penises then white men?" Elaine asked.

"I don't know. I read that the average man, black and white, is a little less than six inches. Jason and Jerome were both larger than that," Sandra said. Then she added, "But your father had a big one too."

"Motherrrrr, T.M.I."

Sandra laughed. "What's T.M.I?"

"Too much information," Elaine returned with a laugh.

"Well, you're the one that asked the question."

"But not about DAD."

At that moment, two other mothers showed up with their children. 

Elaine fell silent as she stared off in the distance. After a few moments she sighed and turned back to her mother. She lowered her voice and said, "I guess I don't feel as guilty as I should about what I did with Derrick... especially after John's call this morning."

"I can understand why."

"Until recently I never thought that I would ever even think of having sex with another man. But now, I don't know."

"Sucking him off wasn't sex?" Sandra whispered.

"You know what I mean."

"I'm only kidding. I do know what you mean and it would serve John right if you did. He deserves anything he gets," she said, letting her dislike for John show through. "My guess is that John has never been much of a lover."

"You're right. I guess I never knew what I was missing. But I think I do now," Elaine said and held her hands open to show how long Derrick was.

Sandra smiled at her daughter. "He wasn't that big."

"Almost."

"God, all this talk is getting me worked up again. I'm not sure that I can wait for our Saturday night dinner."

"Jerome is coming over to dinner Saturday?" Elaine said with interest.

"Yes. Any interest in inviting Derrick over too?"

Elaine felt a tremor of excitement rush through her. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? We can chaperone you two this time."

"Yeah, right, just like I chaperoned you two." 

"Come on, it'll be fun. Remember, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to."

"The problem is that I want to."

Sandra smiled at her daughter and grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

Chapter 9

"I don't look too casual do I?" Elaine said to her mother as she helped her set the table. She felt underdressed compared to her mother. She was wearing a short denim skirt, denim jacket, and a white blouse underneath. On her feet she had on a pair of high-heeled sandals. Her shapely legs were smooth and still tanned... thanks to an occasional visit to the tanning salon. 

"Absolutely not! You look cute," Sandra said. She was wearing a sexy black dress that hugged her hips and came down to the middle of her thighs. It was low cut and revealed the swells of her large breasts. She had on a pair of black pumps. 

"Well, I wasn't going for cute," she said and opened the jacket. 

Sandra's eyes grew wide when she realized that she could see through her daughter's blouse. The blouse was like the one she had worn on their previous date, only this one didn't have pockets to cover her nipples. She could see the outline of her round breasts and her pink nipples, which were already hard. "You may want to keep that closed during dinner," Sandra laughed. "Otherwise, you might get raped on the table."

"I forgot to put on panties again," Elaine added with a naughty smile.

"So did I," her mother said. "God, I can't believe how much alike we are. So, are you going all the way tonight?" Sandra asked in a casual tone as she began to put silverware on the table.

Elaine looked at her mother and shook her head. "I don't think I'm ready."

"Why not? Are you afraid that he's too big?" she asked.

"Well, that's not the problem, but it does concern me," she answered seriously. "He's twice as long as John and at least twice as big around," Elaine answered. 

"Elaine, you've had two kids who each weighted 7 or 8 pounds. He's not 'that' big," Sandra laughed.

"It's not the same and you know it mother."

"You're right," she admitted, touching her daughter's hand and smiling in understanding. "Well, if you change your mind, the spare bedroom has fresh sheets on the bed."

"Mother!" Elaine said and put her hands on her hips. "I think you're trying to corrupt your daughter."

They both laughed.

The doorbell interrupted their conversation.

Elaine went to the door to find Derrick and Jerome waiting. She smiled and invited them inside, her heart suddenly beating more rapidly. Derrick was wearing a white turtleneck shirt with a sports coat. Jerome had on a blue oxford shirt and a sports coat. 

Derrick stopped as he went by to give Elaine a quick kiss on the lips. She didn't resist. She led the two men into the living room and told them she would get them a glass of wine. In the kitchen she poured four glasses of wine and gave her mother two. The two women smiled conspiratorially at one another before heading for the living room.

"Hi Jerome... Derrick," Sandra said as she handed a glass of wine to Jerome and sat next to him.

Elaine gave Derrick his glass and sat on a chair across from him, crossing her legs. When she looked at him, she saw his eyes move down to her legs. Her short denim skirt had pulled far up her leg, exposing much of her smooth thigh. If she had panties on, he might have been able to see just a hint. A chill of excitement went through her as she uncrossed her legs casually and then re-crossed them. She saw that Derrick's eyes never left her legs and she squirmed in her chair. 

On the sofa, Jerome and her mother were talking quietly. At one point she saw her mother lean forward and place her hand on his thigh, laughing at something he had said. She left it there when she sat back.

Suddenly, Sandra stood up. "I almost forgot the roast. Dinner will be ready in five minutes," she said as she hurried into the kitchen.

True to her word, Sandra called everyone into the dinning room a few minutes later. The table was set with her finest china and silverware. In the center was a large roast with potatoes and carrots. There was also corn, fresh green beans, and home baked rolls.

"Wow," Jerome said. "You cook like this all the time?"

"Oh yes," Sandra said with a smile. 

"Yeah, right," Elaine said and they all laughed.

The boys were obviously hungry. It took sometime before their appetites were satisfied. When they were, most of the food was gone from the table. Jerome and Derrick helped clean the table and carried the dirty dishes into the kitchen. Then Sandra shooed them out, telling them to go down to the clubroom where there was a pool table. She told them that there was cold beer in the refrigerator downstairs and to help themselves. Then she said that she and Elaine would finish the dishes and join them.

Both men kissed the ladies and left the kitchen.

"Are you as excited as I am?" Sandra asked Elaine when they were alone in the kitchen.

"I think so. If I was wearing panties, they would be soaked," Elaine said with a smile.

When all the dishes were in the washer and the kitchen cleaned, the two women headed downstairs. They found Derrick and Jerome playing pool with a college football game on the large screen TV.

"It doesn't get any better than this," Jerome said. "Football, beer and two gorgeous ladies."

"In that order," Sandra pouted.

Jerome looked embarrassed. "Uh... reverse that order," he said. He opened his arms to her and she turned her face up for his kiss. A moan escaped his lips when she opened her mouth to his searching tongue. 

Elaine and Derrick stood watching the two kiss. It was a very uncomfortable moment.

Finally, Sandra pushed Jerome away when she began to get excited. She was breathing harder and her face was flushed. "So, it's Jerome and I against Derrick and Elaine in a winner takes all pool game."

"What's the prize?" Jerome asked.

"You'll have to wait and see," Sandra answered with a lustful smile. 

When they began to play, Sandra acted as if she didn't really know how to shoot pool. Actually she was very good. However, she liked the way Jerome put his arms around her and leaned over her back to show her how to make a shot. 

As the game progressed, and they waited their next shot, Sandra pushed Jerome onto a chair and sat on his lap. She kissed him passionately again and squirmed on his lap. It only took a second for her to feel his excitement. 

The wine and beer eventually began to relax everyone. Soon, Elaine was leaning against Derrick with her arm around his waist as they watched Sandra lean over the table with her breasts almost falling out of her top. 

"It's getting warm in here," Elaine said. Her heart was beating rapidly as she pulled off her denim jacket. Suddenly the two boys grew very quiet. Elaine could feel their eyes on her breasts. Her nipples were already hard. 

Derrick smiled and pulled Elaine close to him again. He leaned to her ear and whispered, "You're driving me crazy."

She turned to him and went up on her toes to whisper into his ear. "When they're gone, I'm going to suck your cock." With that she pulled away and leaned over the table to take her shot.

Derrick stood with his mouth open, wondering if he had heard her correctly. He could feel his pants tighten as his penis began to harden. It didn't help that Elaine was leaning over the table so far that her skirt almost pulled up to her ass cheeks. He could see something glistening on the inside of her thighs. When she returned to him, he pulled her into his arms and brought his lips to her. He was excited to find that she didn't resist. Within a second, she had opened her mouth to his insistent tongue.

Elaine felt her sex lips throb and more juice begin to dribble down her legs. Suddenly she could feel the bulge from Derrick's large penis against her stomach. When she pulled away, she turned to see her mother on Jerome's lap again and they were kissing passionately. Her eyes opened wide when she saw that his hand was under her skirt and moving back and forth. Her mother moaned and spread her legs wider.

Finally when Sandra realized that she was making a spectacle of herself, she pulled away from Jerome and stood up. She took his hand and pulled him toward the stairs, turning to her daughter to say, "I hate to be rude but Jerome and I have some business to discuss upstairs."

Jerome smiled at Derrick and winked as he let Sandra lead him up the stairs.

The clubroom suddenly got very quiet as Elaine and Derrick stood nervously, looking at each other. Elaine picked up her pool cue and took a shot. She missed.

Derrick took several shots before he missed. However, neither his nor Elaine's mind was on pool.

When Derrick won the game he sat down. Elaine pulled the rack from under the table and began to organize the balls. As she leaned over the table, she felt her short skirt pull up. As she pushed the balls to the dot in the center, she leaned further over. She heard a gasp from behind her.

Derrick eyes were opened wide as he stared at Elaine's exposed pussy. It was swollen and very wet. When he couldn't take any more, he stood up and moved over to her. Then he leaned over her, his hands around her waist and whispered, "You are driving me nuts. Did I hear you correctly a few minutes ago?" With that, his hands came up to cup her thinly covered breasts.

Elaine sucked in her breath and closed her eyes. She knew what he was referring too but now regretted saying it. She swallowed and stood up, with Derrick's hands still on her breasts. She reached up and pulled his hands away. "Uh... uh... just a minute, I have to use the ladies room." She wasn't lying; juice was running down her thighs. However, she needed time to think too.

"Hurry back," Derrick said.

Elaine quickly ascended the stairs and walked down the hall. The bathroom was at the end of the hall, past her mother's bedroom. As she drew close to the bedroom, she could already hear the groans of pleasure. Her intention was to slip quickly past the room and clean up. However, as she passed the bedroom door, she paused. The door was opened, just a crack. In spite of her mind telling her to move on, she looked inside. Suddenly, her hand went over her mouth to cover a gasp. From her position, she could see the dresser mirror. From there, she had a perfect reflection of the bed. What she saw almost made her knees buckle. Her mother was sitting on Jerome with his wide black shaft deep inside her. Her sex lips were stretched incredibly wide. Each time she lifted up, his shiny shaft, wet with her mother's juices, slipped almost all the way out. With a moan she would push down, taking it deep again. Elaine could see that he was very, very thick. However, it didn't appear that her mother had any problem taking it inside her.

"Oh God, oh God!" Sandra gasped as she bounced up and down rapidly. Her head was thrown back in pleasure.

In fear of being caught, Elaine found enough strength to carry herself into the bathroom. She closed the door and sat on the toilet, her body trembling. She didn't think she had ever been this excited and knew that she had to get control of herself or she would do something very bad. After several minutes she stood up. She used a towel to wipe up the juice that had run down her thighs and suddenly wished that she had worn panties. With a deep breath, she left the bathroom and hurried past the bedroom again. Her mother and Jerome were still going at it.

"I thought you'd left me," Derrick said with a smile as Elaine came back downstairs.

"Sorry," Elaine whispered. She picked up her pool cue.

Derrick walked over to her and took it from her hand. "Let's not play anymore," he said. With that he placed his hands around her waist and lifted like she was the weight of a feather and sat her on the pool table. He stood close, his hips between her legs. 

Elaine's heart was racing and she refused to look up at him. 

With his hand under her chin, Derrick lifted her face. He pressed his lips to hers. They both moaned.

As their tongues dueled, Derrick began to unbutton Elaine's blouse. When it was opened, he pulled back and looked down. "God, your breasts are gorgeous," he whispered as he took them into his hands.

Elaine looked down like it wasn't her body. The site of his large black hands on her soft white flesh amazed her. She watched his thumbs rub her hard nipples and a rush of excitement went through her body. "Derrick," she protested weakly as he pushed her onto the table until she was on her back. 

Quickly, before she could protest, his mouth found one nipple.

"Oh God," Elaine moaned. In spite of her reluctance, her hand found the back of his head and she directed him from one heaving breast to the other. When both breasts were wet with his saliva, she felt him begin to kiss down her stomach. When he got to her skirt, he lifted her thighs and pushed her skirt upward.




Like Mother, Like Daughter



She's not "less than half your age," instead, she's "a bit younger," Dave thought to himself, sitting opposite this charming creature, attempting to iron out his conflict. When he first received the e-mail a few weeks ago he never expected to actually meet her – or that she'd be so attractive.

The e-mail read: "My mother Susan told me so many nice things about you and I would appreciate it, if you have the time, to sit and talk to you about her. I know it would give me a chance to feel closer to her and to thank you for being so good to her. I am working on an assignment in Portland and fly in once every week or two. If you'd have the time I'd love to buy you a cup of coffee and talk. If you're interested please give me a call. Starlight Gold"

He couldn't believe it. He hadn't seen Susan Gold since shortly after he'd graduated college. Though he certainly remembered her, he was surprised at her daughter's e-mail. He hadn't even thought about her since they'd split up more than thirty years ago.


Yet here he was with Starlight, Light for short. What a name, he thought. It was so Sixties of Susan to pick that name for her daughter. Light was a looker, quite a bit more robust than he remembered Susan who'd been very skinny.

"…You see," Light was saying, "I was born four or five years after you two split up…"

Starlight was a brunette with very fair skin and blue-gray eyes that seemed to look into his soul. She looked athletic, both lean and muscular, about five-five and very attractive. She exuded confidence, with a strong sense of presence, yet there was something self-effacing and down-to-earth about her. These were rare qualities in such a striking young woman.

"…it happened so suddenly," Light was saying, "that we just had no time to think about it. She was diagnosed, spent the next few weeks in the hospital, and that was it. We were always close and we shared even more at the end."

She stopped, brought some tissues out of her purse and wiped her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she continued. "Even though it's been a couple of years, sometimes it seems like yesterday."

"It's alright. I understand," Dave said. "My parents passed away more than fifteen years ago and I miss them to this day."

She briefly touched the back of his hand sitting on the table. "Thank you for understanding. I just wanted to talk to you about your time with Susan.

"I know she was my mom, but from when I was seven she insisted I call her by her first name. I guess it seemed so progressive back then."

He sat back and took a deep breath.

"Light, listen, it's been more than thirty years since I saw or even spoke with your mother. I must admit my memories are not very detailed."

"It's OK. I understand," she said, returning to her purse, this time pulling a small notebook out. "Would you mind if I ask you some specific questions?"

"No, not at all. I just don't know what I can tell you about Susan."

Dave's mind tried to return to his college days. He'd met Susan when they were both living in the "Ice House" as they used to call it – the place was always cold. In the summer it had air conditioning that had two settings: off or freezing. In the winter, except for an occasional noise, the furnace failed to let you know it had ever been installed.

It was an old Victorian style house that had been converted into a few apartments. Susan and her roommate were in a two bedroom next to his own studio. At the moment he couldn't remember the name of the roommate.

What he could remember was how much sex he and Susan had had. It seemed that once they starting seeing each other they took it upon themselves to explore sex as though it were a project. She was a year or two older, but had only slept with a half-dozen men. Dave had only had sex with two girlfriends and neither had been very satisfying.

But when he and Susan met, the sexual sparks started flying almost from their first date.

"…so I found this journal that Susan kept from when you lived at the Ice House together."

Dave was surprised out of his reverie by this. That Susan had kept a journal was news to him. He didn't recall that.

"She had alluded to having it once or twice, but I never believed her. Whenever I would ask her something about her youth, she'd say, 'Who remembers? I'll have to look that up in Susan's Sex Stories and see what it says.'"

He felt a little uncomfortable with this new information about documentation Susan had written. "Did she actually write it back then?"

"It looks like she wrote in it every day while you were living in the Ice House. After you moved away she just wrote in it when you two got together."

"Uh oh. Now I'm getting embarrassed. I hope there was nothing personal."

"Nothing but personal," she responded. "But, listen, there's nothing bad in here. She just enjoyed your relationship and loved her sex life with you. That's a good thing."

A spate of disjointed images of specific sex acts, positions, locations, and his and her combined body parts flooded his brain. The time he'd spent with Susan had been special for them both. They had experimented with almost everything two people can, more or less. However, he was not feeling very comfortable discussing this with her daughter in this coffee shop.

"You know, Light, I'm feeling a tad uneasy about all of this right now and I have an idea. If you really want to discuss this I think I'm going to need something stronger than caffeine. When old friends, former girlfriends, people of my generation start dying it makes me think about my own mortality and that's something I'd rather do with alcohol."

He paused to take a close look at Starlight to make sure she wasn't misinterpreting his meaning.

"You said you're in town until the end of the week, right? Why don't you come to my place tomorrow evening? I'll make us dinner and we can discuss Susan's Sex Stories in a more comfortable – at least for me – environment. How does that sound?"

He suddenly realized that he was only half explaining his rationale for a change of venue. It was true that he wasn't feeling very comfortable in this café with its rather garish décor and bright lights. However, he also felt his libido sending the message that Light was hot and possibly available.

Briefly he chided himself on these slightly unsavory thoughts about this whole sordid tale, but then his natural urges overwhelmed and ultimately discarded those thoughts.

Of course she might be interested in only what she said she was. If that was the case, fine. But, he flattered himself, perhaps she wanted more. If so, who was he to deny her anything?

"You know, that would be fine. I got a sense that this is a little awkward for you – I know it is for me – but there are a few things I'd really like to go into. And, you're right, here isn't the place. Why don't you give me your address and I'll see you tomorrow night? Can I bring anything?"

Dave drove back to his office thinking about both Starlight and Susan Gold. Light had said that her father left when she was eight, but that Susan's parents had helped them and by the time she went off to college Susan was very comfortable.

With mixed emotions and a blur of images not recalled in decades, his mind turned to the next evening's menu.

With quite a bit of time until her next appointment Starlight popped into an upscale clothing store. She managed to find something casual yet classy to wear for her dinner with Dave.

He wasn't at all what she had expected from the journal. Though he was in his fifties, he seemed to be fit and to have a flat stomach. In addition, his warm smile was infectious.

She was glad that he was friendly. Though not expecting an ogre, she just didn't know if he'd even want to get together, much less take additional time to answer her questions about the journal.

Her plan might not be as crazy as she'd initially thought.





Like Mother, Like Daughter



After I came he lovingly licked me slowly, just easily along the lips of my pussy. It was like a massage for my sexuality. If I wasn't exhausted from the orgasms themselves, after he finished licking me I felt like my body was liquid.

Knowing that now was not the time to put any more attention to her clitoris, Dave relied on tried and true techniques from his past. He used his tongue and lips to explore her inner lips, just skirting her clitoris, but maintaining a light pressure so that no one part of her pussy felt deprived.

Being a sensual person, Starlight had been amazed at how difficult it had been to have an orgasm since she started sexual experimentation in high school. Her girlfriends had told her they never had any problems having an orgasm. That was not the case for her. Other than pleasuring herself, only her former fiancé had ever been able to make her climax – and that only occasionally.

Yet, here was this man she'd only met the day before, more than twice her age, and she'd just experienced an orgasm longer and more intense than any she'd ever known.

It happened with all seven of them. But, I do enjoy licking and sucking a cock. It's so sexy, the feeling so strong. But, then when they come I always gag. I couldn't swallow. I'd just keep it in my mouth, slowly pull off, get up and go spit it out in the toilet. And then I'd dry heave a few times. I hated doing it as it was such a turn off for them, too.

This had always been a problem for Starlight, too, though Susan might have even had a worse case of semen aversion than she did. Light had sucked most of the men she'd been to bed with, but though they always praised her technique it was the orgasm that she dreaded. It just tasted yucky. She actually liked the texture. That was creamy, slimy and sensual, very erotic. It was just the taste. And since the taste was always a problem, she often gagged right as they came, when she first tasted it. Not a very positive experience for the few men with whom she'd been intimate.

As all of these thoughts passed through her mind in rapid succession she reached one hand down and rubbed Dave's head and shoulders. After a few moments Dave ceased his loving attention and sat back, enjoying the view of her now-gaping, but beautiful pussy.

Not one to be embarrassed by her firm, toned body, Starlight opened her heavy lidded eyes and smiled at him. "Whoa. That was awesome."

Caressing her smooth, lithe thighs with both hands, adding to her afterglow he responded, "You taste wonderful. I don't think I've gotten into eating anyone this much in a long, long time. I loved it when you came."

"Which time?" she jokingly asked. "I can't believe I'm sitting here on your dining room table exposed to the world, my bra up here at my neck, my jeans at my ankles. Are you sure I'm not being prepped for a gynecological exam?"

"Yes, of that I'm sure," he answered. Then moving his hands down to caress her smooth calves he added, "I do enjoy sex quite a bit, though I don't seem to find many women who are interested."

"Those women who have never experienced what I just did are truly missing out," she responded. After a moment, still savoring the delicious lingering feelings, she added, "Would you be averse to my attempting to return the experience?"

"Young lady, I'd be an appalling host were I to deny you anything."





Like Mother, Like Daughter



Still in the doorway, seeing her discomfort, Dave said, "If you don't want to see me, I –"

She stopped and turned around. "No, Dave, last night – and this little morning treat – were amazing. It was exactly what Susan's journal said. You were exactly what her journal said. I really hope you do want to see me again," she said, almost dreamily, but with a certain sadness.

She paused for another moment, her lips pursed, pondering what to say to him. 

"Dave, I really needed to track you down and I'm very glad I finally did. Even though it was written so long ago, you sounded like such a marvelous lover. And you are amazing. You see, I adore sex, but just like Susan, some things, well, were difficult for me. Achieving a climax when receiving oral, for example. And, though I love giving blowjobs, I always had problems with the taste of semen – and when a hard cock would hit the back of my mouth. But, you were, truly, just what I needed."

These words caused Dave almost literally to beam, grinning from ear to ear, his ego soaring.

She took a deep breath and walked down the stairs. Turning again, she shook her head slightly, smiled and shrugged her shoulders, adding, "The thing is, Dave, I have no idea who Susan is. I found the journal at a yard sale."

As she walked up the street to her rental car, she was sure she heard Dave's jaw, or maybe Dave himself, hit the foyer floor.