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Love Motel

By: amyredek



Thomas Love was born in November, 1932, and raised in the small town of Parksville, Texas. His mother and father had been childhood sweethearts and got married in 1930, both having been raised in the same town where they now lived.

Parksville had started out as a log cabin owned by a Joshua Parks and used as a stopover for cattle drovers back in the mid nineteenth century. He supplied grog and food as well as stores to these men as they herded the cattle north to a railway depot, only because of a freak of nature the place had an artesian well that the thirsty cattle could smell for miles. These drovers usually stayed a couple of days and so in time, other cabins began to be built which finally became a small town.

The place might have grown but for the Highways Commission in their infinite wisdom, saw fit to build the north to south highway to not pass through the town but run along the outer edge on the eastern side, giving the local inhabitants just the one road branching off. From that day, the population total remained static as did business. This highway was dubbed the road from somewhere going nowhere and most of the men now drove north to work in the city about seventy miles away. 

The town boasted two churches along its wide Main Street, a school and various stores and a couple of bars. There was also a lumber mill but not big enough to use that much labour. It used to have an hotel, but with the highway now not passing through, went into decline and was finally taken over as offices for such local businesses such as a couple of lawyers, a doctor's surgery etc.

As the town expanded over the years, the streets began to parallel Main Street or bisect it at intervals and because those spreading out to the eastern side moved into a wooded area, these streets were named after trees and the outermost one where the Love's lived was called Elm Street. The bisecting roads were called Avenues and were named after past presidents, the one nearest to them was called Lincoln Avenue and it was this one that became the town's link to the new highway and the Love's plot was three properties to the north of it.

The plot's were quite large in comparison to what are offered today for it was two hundred yards on all sides, stopping about ten yards from the side of this highway. The two storied house was quite close to Elm street giving them a massive back garden which was mostly trees as all the others on both sides of them. In fact, this back garden was more like a wood than a garden and it gave young Tom plenty of space to play his games.

He would spend most of his spare time out there and developed the habit of wandering far afield into the other properties. Now a lot of these had not gone in for the two storey buildings but had used the ground space to make them like bungalows and had all the rooms on one level. These became the target for Tom as, at an early age, he became a voyeur.

It was when he became tall enough to be able to see into the bedrooms of these bungalows as all of them used the back half as bedrooms and with there only being the woods at the back, seldom if ever, drew the curtains at night.

So from seven years of age, he learned more about sex and human nature than any other child in the town. By some quirk of fate, there were no other children of his age in Elm Street and only mixed with others when he was at school, so for the most part, he played by himself and had his adventures all alone.

Having discovered he could see all what went on in the bedrooms of the other properties, it became a regular thing that when it was time for his bed, he appeared the most willing child and went upstairs without a murmur. That was because he would then climb out of his window and clamber down the closest tree and begin his nightly forays to see what was happening in what house. He got to know all the quirks and foibles of the inhabitants as he viewed the goings on in their bedrooms.

*

He was nine years old when his father went off to fight the war in Europe in 1941 and was as sad as his mother when he returned in 1944 minus his left leg, having lost it in Italy. So as a growing boy, he didn't really have a father to play catch with him out in the yard. So he used up his energy in the new found delight of masturbation, imitating what he'd seen through bedroom windows and almost cried with relief the first time he came. Now it was a regular habit with him to pull out his cock when watching the antics in these rooms and jerk himself off, coming all over the outside woodwork of the bungalows.

He liked the winters for it meant darkness fell earlier and he was able to start out early and not be seen as he crept from garden to garden, usually starting at the one closest to Lincoln Avenue. This was owned by Mr and Mrs Cairns. Teddy Cairns was a deputy sheriff and always seemed to be on the night shift. Now whether it was known to him or not, but Mrs Cairns, Sylvia, would quite often go down to the nearest bar of an evening and bring back another fellow to her house while her husband was out at work.

Tom would sometimes wait near the corner of the Avenue to see who she would be bringing home. She had her regulars and Tom knew them all and who was playing away from their own home. When he saw her coming, he would dart back into the trees and work his way round to the back where her bedroom was and wait.

It was invariable the same pattern she followed and he would be outside the window when the bedroom light came on and she would enter with her paramour for the night. This evening, it was Bruce Watkins, the lumber yard foreman, and as soon as they were in the room, they began kissing while he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and kiss her throat as he struggled to get it off her shoulders. He didn't bother with unclipping her bra but just pulled it straight up so her tits fell out as he pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. 

He kissed and sucked on her erect nipples as she crooned and stroked his head as he nibbled away while now pulling her skirt down. Tom had seen this before and though he had his cock out in his hand, he refrained from moving for there was still more to come.

She helped Bruce get her skirt and panties off and with her naked, she kissed him as he used his fingers up between her thighs. She was by then rubbing the front of his trousers and trying to pull down the zipper as they broke apart and he took off his shirt as she succeeded in getting his trousers open and he pushed them down to let his erection spring out.

Tom marvelled at the size when he glanced down to compare the difference and couldn't wait for himself to grow up properly to have, well hope, that his cock would be just as big. Sylvia would then give it a few rubs, it looking much bigger being held in her small hand before she went down onto her knees and took the head and as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could manage. As her head began to bob on it was when Tom started to work his own cock, trying to imagine that his hand was her mouth on him instead of his own hand.

But from practice, Tom only kept up a slow methodical movement of his hand and waited until she released Bruce and went and laid herself down on the bed. Her legs wide open for him to see the folds of her sex and the shining wetness of her juices as Bruce climbed on the bed, his cock swaying and bobbing about as he moved between her legs. He watched that massive cock disappear up into her and he heard the grunts they both gave out as their bodies met and watched as Bruce began to fuck her.

Now Tom started to move in time to Bruce, copying the forward thrusts on his own cock though he was drawing back his foreskin as Bruce fucked Sylvia. He knew from seeing them before when Bruce was reaching his peak for the arse facing him was now moving faster and the grunting was turning into pants as he ground himself harder into her and Tom followed as Bruce cried out in his release, Tom had to remain mute as his sperm began to splatter the wall outside as Bruce sent his up into the woman beneath him. 

Even though Tom had now had his release, he still stayed to watch Bruce pull out, his prick still up hard but now shiny and wet from his coming and her juices. Sylvia was then quickly up onto her knees to suck on his wet and still throbbing cock.

Tom chuckled to himself as he put his wilting cock away that he knew something that she didn't and that was only five houses down, in about an hour's time, her husband would be fucking Mrs Kleinsman. Only with a difference, for she liked being fucked up the arse. Tom knew that in an hour he would be ready to do it again and so he made his way down there to wait and dream of what it would be like to actually put his own cock inside a woman.

Tom had sat down with his back to a tree to wait for the bedroom light to come on in Widow Kleinsman's house. That she was a widow was a bonus for Teddy Cairns as he knew there wouldn't be any interruptions or comebacks. She was kinky in the fact that she always met Teddy wearing her late husband's clothes and because she acted the part of being a male, insisted on having her sex in this way. Though she never took her trousers off and only dropped them down round her ankles before bending over the chair in her room and having him fuck her up the arse.

He used a condom for this, which made sense, and seemed to revel in the tightness of her as he told her. All their words coming out quite clearly to Tom outside as he watched and jerked himself off in time again to Teddy's movements, coming at the same time. She too seemed to copy Sylvia in when he'd finished coming, pulled off the condom with some tissues and then knelt down and sucked him off.

It was something that Tom had never seen Sylvia do to her husband in all the times he'd seen them have sex. She went down on all her other men friends but he'd never witnessed her do the same for her husband. Strange how women think, he thought.

*

There are three others that Tom viewed though we can bypass the Costello's for they only seemed to perform the sexual act between themselves once a week and underneath the bedclothes, much to Tom's annoyance. We will come to the other two later for there is a bit more history to come that relates to Tom and that is of his aunt. 

She was the elder sister of his mother and owned an hotel up in the city, right next to the railway station. A rundown place that saw its heyday at the turn of the century when the cattle still came to the railroad for onward shipment to the north. Aunt Edith Konisberg, like his mother was of Danish origin, but had never married, even on inheriting the hotel outright with Tom's mother having got married. She'd had many suitors, especially when it was known that she had become the owner of the Railway Hotel, but never took to any of them.

Not ever trusting any of her staff, she never took time off or holidays and therefore, the only time she saw her sister or nephew was when they visited her, which wasn't very often for, dilapidated though the hotel was, it was nearly always full so they very seldom got together. With Tom it was different, for there was a little box room next to the bathroom on the first floor landing that he didn't mind sleeping in. It gave him a chance to be away from home and explore the city.

His aunt always welcomed and even pampered him to the point that he could come and go as he pleased and was never told when it was time for bed. It was also the place where he first ever got drunk, after having stolen a bottle of gin from the bar which turned him off of drink because of the way he felt the following day. As mentioned, his room was really only used for storage and only had room for a camp bed and for his clothes, he had to use nails instead of proper hooks in the walls.

It was on one particular day when he was staying there that he tried to add an extra nail and found that after just one blow, it had gone right through the thin partition. On looking at what he had been hanging some of clothes on, were in fact, the ends of screws that had come through from the bathroom.

He went round and checked and found that these screws were holding up a cabinet above the basin and faced the toilet seat, the bath being off to the left as you faced the mirror which was attached to the door of said cabinet. Being the voyeur he was, saw the possibilities of this cabinet and so went and found a screwdriver and, with some difficulty because of the layers of paint over the years, finally was able to remove this right hand lower screw.

He went back into his box room and saw that he had a perfect view of the toilet through the screw hole though he found it of no use when a man used the pan for a piss. He got to see a lot of women drop their knickers and have their pee and wipe themselves, but to him it wasn't enough and so the next time the toilet was vacant, he went and tried to take out the other bottom screw that was closer to the bath but couldn't shift it, so he took out the top one. He'd seen some women taken their clothes off but always missed the bit of seeing them completely naked as they got into the bath. He found he had to stand on a box to see through this one, with his face pressed to the wall, but he still couldn't see all that he wanted to.

Then one day he saw this pretty thing go into the bathroom with a towel draped over her arm but after climbing onto the box and trying to swivel his eye through this small hole couldn't see more than the hair on her head as she undressed for her bath.

There was only one answer to this and the next day he borrowed a pair of pliers and worked at the end of this bottom screw and managed to free the other end from the paintwork that had prevented him earlier from removing it. Round to the bathroom he went and with the same pliers, was able to twist the screw and finally get it out.

He went back to his box room to check on what the new hole gave in the viewing of the bathroom when he heard someone enter on the other side. He couldn't see who it was because the new hole was still partially blocked and he only had the view of the opposite wall when looking through the top hole. So with a nail taken from one of the other walls in his room, he poked it through and cleared the blockage and found that he could see far more than before.

He now saw that the occupant of the bathroom was an old dowager duchess who was a friend of his aunt and what a revolting sight she was. She was at least sixty if she was a day. Her hair, or what was left of it, was pushed up into an old mop cap and her shoulders were scrawny as were the obscene things hanging down her chest that once had been tits. In comparison to the Cinderella that he wanted to see, he was now looking through this fresh hole at the wicked witch.

Now when he had used the nail to enlarge the hole from the room he was in, he'd also moved the cabinet, breaking the paint seal that had helped to keep it fixed to the wall. Without this extra adherence, the weight of the cabinet proved too much for the one remaining screw to hold it. The cabinet suddenly parted company with the paintwork and wall and fell into the bathroom with a fearful crash. The ancient crone inside screamed with fright and Tom fell off his box with shock, and dived out of his room as fast as he could go. He missed his footing at the top of the stairs and tumbled down head over heels the whole length.

Tom remembered seeing the old woman come storming out of the bathroom, a towel partly draped around her. One floppy tit exposed and flapping about as she waved her arm screaming the vilest of names at him that she could only have learnt in an army barracks. He couldn't help but laugh as he lay in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, even though he was in pain from a broken collar bone and two broken wrists.

His aunt managed to quieten down the old bitch and get her covered up and back into the bathroom before she attended to him, that in the end, turned out to be to his advantage. He was duly patched up in splints and plaster and installed in his bed in the box room he'd been allocated. With his hands immobile, he spent a fearsome first night there, partly from pain and the fact that he couldn't give himself his nightly masturbation to relieve his sexual frustration.

It was Cinderella, the girl who he had been desperate to see in the nude, who came to his rescue. It turned out that she was a niece of the duchess and had visited him in his room the very next day. She had entered the room very demurely with some books in her arms, saying that she thought he might like them to read as he was confined to his bed. She introduced herself as Caroline and said that she knew that his name was Tom. She asked if she could sit down and when he said yes, she sat down on the bed next to him. He was thirteen years old at this time and guessed that she was about sixteen though she never did reveal what her age was and that she wasn't as innocent as she appeared. She made herself comfortable and said that she liked him and that he had been a very, very naughty boy. He had coloured up and stammered out that he didn't know what she meant by saying that. She told him that she had overheard what her aunt had told his aunt about what had happened in the bathroom. As she herself had been in there only a short time before, had he been in this room looking at her? He mumbled that he had but hadn't been able to see anything as she was too small, and he then told her what he had done and the result of it.

'Do you always look at people when they go to the bathroom to bathe?' she enquired, an impish smile on her face.

'Only when they are as pretty as you,' he blurted out. 'I didn't know it was your aunt who had gone in after you. I'd hoped that it had been yourself again,' he blushed.

'Naughty, naughty boy,' she chided him. 'Now I've brought some books along for you to look at, and as you can't use your hands, I'll turn the pages over for you.'

'I don't want to look at books. I'd rather just talk to you while you are sitting here,' he said.

'You haven't seen the books yet,' she said as she opened the first one and started turning over the pages. He looked, and they were the first books he had ever seen of this nature. They were Victorian picture books of the type that uncles and men like that kept locked away for themselves only to look at. They were not the type of pornographic books that you would get today, but were the saucy, titillating pictures of a bygone era. The maid bending over displaying her knickers, a beach scene of a lady fighting a losing battle with a dog over her towel, showing a shapely curved breast. Another maid serving tea in a drawing room, bending rather low and showing an ample supply of her tits above her low cut uniform.

These pictures to Tom after his frustrating night were enough to rouse him as he lay there with his hands strapped up. His little cock fought its way out of his pyjamas and as there was only a sheet covering him, his cock was making this rise up. She didn't give any sign that she had noticed this, but she had, and as she turned some more pages over, moved on the bed making the sheet tighter across his mid section. His erection was getting painful and he started sweating at his arousal and the frustration that he was feeling. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and a trickle ran down onto the end of his nose and stayed there, tantalising him with its tickle as she was sadistically teasing him with the picture books.

'My you do look hot,' she said, pulling up her frock and pulled out a small wisp of a handkerchief that had an enchanting smell of her body odour and perfume. She didn't push her frock back down but left the whole leg bared and he could see up to her crotch as she half turned toward him and wiped his forehead and nose. She leaned back and laughed at him gently as he began sweating again. The picture book was open in front of him and she was almost lying down facing him, showing her whole leg and her panties. He could even see the little vee where her panties went up into the crevice of her sex.


Love Motel



'It must be very difficult for you while you're strapped up like this,' she said as she seemed to innocently let her hand drop down into his lap. 'Oh!' she exclaimed somewhat theatrically, as her hand gently prodded his hard erection that felt like bursting beneath the sheet. 'What has happened to you?'

'You know damn well you little devil,' he said between gritted teeth. She laughed and drew down the sheet and his cock then sprang free. She took it into her hand and gently rubbed it up and down. He wiggled a little and she helped him ease himself into a more comfortable position without letting go of his prick.

'Is that better? Is this what you want me to do?' she asked. He could only nod his head as he watched her hand move on him. She expertly rubbed him off and when his hips started to jerk said, 'We can't make a mess of the bed now, can we?' and promptly dropped her head down onto his tool and pumped him up into her mouth as clean as a whistle. She kept her mouth there as she squeezed out the last drops and then ran her tongue ran the inside of his foreskin. Only after that did she lift her head up off him, eyes sparkling and not a trace of sperm at all around her lips. 'It keeps the bed clean so no one would notice anything, even if they walked in right now. A flick of the sheet and you'd be covered up nice and tidy like. Did you like it?' she asked as she gently folded him away back inside his pyjamas.

'It was lovely. Nobody else has ever touched it before,' he said hoarsely.

'I'm glad to be the first then. Would you like me to do it again later?' He nodded. 'I do it to my brother quite a lot. Don't look shocked. He's a few years older than I am and he's a bit bigger than you in both ways. Well he is older so it should be a bit bigger. Yours will be when you get older, but it's still a nice size now,' she said as she grinned. 'He wanted me to do it to some of his friends,' she carried on, 'but I said I wouldn't. I would only do it to those that I liked, and I do like you Tom,' the last being said very softly that made his heart glow.

'Does he touch you there?' Tom asked, his voice still hoarse. His voice still not right from the new experience he'd just had.

'Oh yes,' she gaily prattled on. 'I made it a condition that if I touched his, he had to touch mine. Would you like to touch me there?' she then asked, widening her legs and pulling the edge of her panties to one side. He could clearly see the lips to her sex framed by the small fine downy bush that she was growing, and the sweat popped out on his forehead again. He waggled his strapped hands about and with a strangled cry said that he couldn't. Her hand went to her mouth as she giggled.

'Oh of course, you can't, well not yet anyway, but would you like to later?' he nodded as she carried on talking. 'When we are down by the sea, we go up into the dunes. That is, my brother and I. We go where there aren't any other people about and we can lie hidden in the sand. He likes to slowly pull down my swim suit, he says it makes him very excited and I could see that by the bulge at the front of his costume. He slips off the straps from my shoulders and gently eases my arms out first before he slowly pulls the front down till one of my breasts pops out. This he takes into his mouth and sucks and gently nibbles on my nipple that goes all hard at the touch of his tongue. He is greedy sometimes, trying to get the whole of my breast into his mouth in one piece. He then pulls my suit further down till the other one pops out and so kisses this one while he rubs the other. It makes me very excited and I get all itchy here, between my legs,' she said as she fingered her little bud that Tom could now see being played with, the sight and story arousing him again.

'Then he pulls my costume right off so that I'm free and naked in the sun. He had an awful job getting his suit off because of his thing seeming to get stuck and he always swears when it suddenly jumps free and smacks him on the stomach. I then play with his as I played with yours, though I don't always take it in my mouth. Sometimes I let it go all over his tummy and he gets angry with that,' she laughed, 'because it's all sticky and sometimes the sand gets stuck to it. A couple of times he has asked if he could put it inside me, but I won't let him yet. When I'm ready I might. Look at you now! You're as bad as him you naughty boy,' she laughed as she bent down and took him into her mouth again and took all that he pumped out from his balls.

'There, no mess on the sheets. Do you know you've got a lovely taste,' she said, licking her lips as she came up off of him, carefully putting him away again and then covered him and smoothed out the sheet. 'Would you like me to come and see you again tomorrow?' she asked.

'Yes please,' Tom croaked out. 'I would like it very much indeed if you would.' She got up off the bed and gave him a kiss on the nose.

'I'll leave my panties off,' she whispered, 'and then you can see it properly even if you can't touch it yet.' With that, she left the room, giving him a little wave from the door before she closed it.

Tom vividly remembered those days of recuperation with her visiting him every day as he lay in his bed, doing the same thing to him at least twice every visit. It was great for him when the doctor finally announced that the plaster from his shoulder and wrists could come off and he would have the use of his hands again. Though before this took place, he still had been able to touch Caroline without using his hands. She had been visiting him for a week, leaving her panties off as she had promised so that he could see it and watch her as she touched and played with herself. The night before he'd had an inspiration and when she next arrived, he told her to lock the door. She did so and went over to the bed and kissed him and lifted her frock so that he could see that she was still without panties. He then plucked up the courage to ask her, in a strangled voice if she would take all her clothes off so that he could see all of her.

'Of course you can,' she replied, quickly pulling off her frock and small bra so that he could see her young firm breasts. She cupped them in her hands. 'Aren't they beautiful things?' she asked of him.

'Yes they are,' Tom breathed, 'but it's something else I want to see more closely. If I say how I can touch you properly without using my hands, would you let me?'

'Yes Tom,' she cried, bouncing up onto the bed, making him wince at the shock that the tightened sheet had caused his already erect cock. 'Tell me how?'

'Well if you hold onto the top of the headboard and put your knees either side of my head, you could lower yourself down onto me and I could use my tongue.'

'A wonderful idea.' she exclaimed, clapping her hands and did exactly as she was told. Straddling his face, she slowly lowered herself down onto it. He could see that open crack, glistening pink with its halo of light airy fluff coming down onto him and he licked his lips in anticipation.

'Lower down gently,' he said as the lips began to open up themselves as her legs began to spread either side of his head. She moved down slowly until she felt the tip of his tongue slip between her lower lips. It was like an electric charge to her and she shot bolt upright again.

'Wow!' she breathed out before lowering herself again. She moaned and squirmed as his tongue entered and probed her very insides. She began to enjoy it so much that she started to grind her hips down onto his face and suddenly realised that he was fighting for air down there. She lifted herself slightly to let him breathe and then bring her to an orgasm as she quivered above him. Having been so excited, she couldn't wait to take him in her mouth, nearly chewing it off as he came in a very short time.

It was a sad day for them when she broke the news that she and her aunt were leaving. She didn't have time to say goodbye properly, just a quick kiss on the lips and she was gone. It was the very next day that the plaster came off and he was free to use his hands, but she wasn't there for him to use them on her.

It was three years before he saw her again. It was the school holiday time again and he was nearly fifteen now putting her around the age of nineteen when she visited the hotel with her aunt one afternoon. Caroline found him in the private lounge and he'd been astounded at how much of a beautiful woman she had turned out to be as she approached him as he stood up.

'Hello Caroline,' he said shyly, holding out his hand. She ignored this and put her arms round his neck and kissed him full on the lips. She held him like this for nearly two minutes before releasing him in an explosion of breath.

'Hello you darling,' she said panting for breath, 'you look gorgeous,' pushing him back to a corner of the settee he had been sitting on. She didn't waste time and her hand was soon inside his trousers to find his hardness that had formed the minute he'd set his eyes upon her. She fought the little monster and eventually pulled it free from his trousers.

'He does remember me,' she cried and promptly dropped her head onto it. He squirmed at the pleasure her mouth was giving him, remembering their last times together, but with some embarrassment now as somebody could walk in at any time and see them. So it was with some reluctance that he pulled her up of his throbbing prick and told her this. She understood of course and had a better idea of what to do. She jumped up from the floor and without him catching a glimpse of anything, whipped off her panties and stuffed them down the side of the settee where he was sitting.

'It has got bigger as I said it would,' she said looking down at it standing out from his fly. 'It's as big as my brother's now, or maybe even bigger. I'll tell you in a moment.' She flared up the back of her dress and with one hand holding open her lower lips, lowered herself down onto him. He gasped at the tightness of the inside walls of her vagina as she slid down his shaft nearly circumcising him there and then. She wriggled around a little for them both to be comfortable as she spread her dress round to make it look as though she was just sitting in his lap, not as they actually were with his prick stuffed right up inside her. It was his first time of having his cock inside a woman and he couldn't help but groan at the pleasing sensation he was getting from it.

'Tight, isn't it?' she asked and he could only nod, not having the right words to say exactly what it was that he felt. She wiggled her arse a bit more, embedding him even further inside. 'Yes you are bigger than my brother and that's a compliment. He brags with the boys that he's got the biggest chopper in town, but I'll tell him I've found one even bigger and that it's all mine. That'll make him jealous.'

'Do...do you do it with your brother then? I...I mean it's wrong, isn't it?' he asked weakly, still not having quite recovered from the shock of their new meeting and the speed at which they came to be in their present position.

'They say it's wrong between brother and sister, but with my aunt,' here she made a grimace, 'the only person she lets me be alone with is him. So what am I to do? We do it quite a lot now. Nice isn't it?' she asked, giving a little bounce and making him tremble. He nodded as she kissed him open mouthed and twisted her lower body as she tongued him. As she moved her hips and squeezed the muscles of her vagina, she could feel his trembling increase and helped as his hips began to move, feeling him come inside her. She shuddered with delight at this and it caused her to have an orgasm herself as she increased her kiss with passion.

'Wonderful,' she breathed into his ear as she could feel some of the juices of both of them start to seep out of her, and then they froze, for the door to the lounge opened.

'There they are,' squeaked his aunt. 'We were just saying that we were going to have afternoon tea early, and now you can join us.' Tom sat there and could feel his face going red as Caroline stayed sitting on his lap, the fingers of one hand twirling some of his head hair. He could feel her flexing her inside muscles around his cock that had shrunken somewhat at the sound of his aunt's voice.

'Tom and I were just saying hello,' she replied, giving him another internal squeeze, making beads of sweat break out on his forehead. 'We don't want tea, do we Tom?' and he shook his head. 'But you go ahead while Tom and I talk.' Both of their aunts sat down at a small table and a maid served them both with their tea.

'Exciting, isn't it?' Caroline whispered to him as she gave him another of her squeezes.

'I'm paralysed,' he gurgled.

'Relax then,' she whispered back. 'Relax and enjoy it. Let me tell you when I first did it.' She spoke softly so that her words wouldn't carry over to the aunts. 'I was very sorry to leave you here at such short notice and you never did get to use your hands. Are they better now?'

'Yes thanks,' he answered.

'That's good, so we couldn't say goodbye properly as I would have liked. I had really wanted you to be the first so I had to let it be my brother.' She gave her thighs a squeeze and he trembled as she continued. 'It was a couple of months later that I asked him to lay down with me as I wanted him to kiss me as you had. My aunt was out and so we went into the billiard room and locked the door. That room is at the far end of the house where we live and nobody ever goes there. Only a servant once a week to give the place a dust and a sweep. It's quite a big room and the large corners are quite gloomy. There we could take off all our clothes and not be seen from any of the windows. We had already been fooling around when I asked him to do what we had done. So he laid flat on the floor and I put my knees across his face though I was looking down his body this time as he got stuck in there like a good one, just like a hound after a fox.

As his tongue was working inside me, I could see his cock throbbing there on his stomach, hard and quivering and so I went down onto my elbows and took him into my mouth. I was getting all excited as he nibbled and sucked on my clit as I tongued and sucked on him until I knew that it was time to do it properly.

Let's stop this fucking about, I said, taking my mouth off him. It was the first time that I actually used the F word as I moved off of him and went and laid on my back. I want you to fuck me I said to him. I was burning up, on fire right up inside me. There was also this itch that I couldn't scratch and it would only be his prick that would be able to reach inside and scratch it for me.'

Caroline squeezed her legs tight together as she remembered and Tom gasped with the pressure on his now throbbing rampant cock that was still stuck up inside her, it not having slipped out. She carried on whispering into his ear.

'I lay back there on the cold floor, stark naked, my legs wide open and I was running my hands up and down my body. Squeezing my tits as hard as I could for I was feeling so desperate at needing him. He crawled round and knelt between my legs, his cock quivering as it stuck out from his groin. He had a look of incredible joy on his face that at last I was giving in and he was about to fuck me for the first time. Please, I begged of him, now is the time. Fuck me as you've been wanting to do for a long time now, I'm ready, as I held out my arms to him. He lay his body on mine and I could feel the heat from his piece as it probed at me and I let go of his shoulders and put my hands down to open the lips for him. I could feel the head of his cock against my fingers, all hot and pulsating as I felt it move inside the outer lips and begin to enter me.

I felt my insides begin to expand as he slowly pushed it in and felt the pulse beat of his blood through it and dreamt that it was you doing it there to me. Then the pressure as the head of his cock came up against the barrier of my hymen and felt the sharp pain as he tore it and pushed on till he was completely inside me. His whole weight took the breath out of my body but I didn't mind as I could now feel that prick of his properly up inside me. I swung my legs up for him to get in deeper as I locked my ankles at his hips and I just seemed to explode inside and I jerked. As I did, I felt his prick slide inside in a reaction, so I jerked again and again and kept on moving as he did and the feeling was indescribable. I kept pushing up to him as he was ramming into me and I swear we moved halfway across the floor as he came. I was screaming out of pure joy as I came too, feeling his hot sperm scald my insides and my own coming soothing this heat. I was delirious with happiness and wished that I had started doing this earlier. I felt bruised and battered but had this wonderful glow inside me. It was incredible, and when he collapsed on top of me, I thought he had done himself an injury, but he was just out of breath. I had a little pain but didn't care for I was now a woman and wanted to be fucked every day of my life from then on. I cried when he pulled out of me and we cleaned up the blood, well, what little there was, and I was sore for a day or two. But after that, there was no pain, only joy and happiness of having a cock inside me and we've been doing it quite regular ever since.

I still wish that you had been the first, but I'm glad that I found you here today, but doing it this way is better than not doing it at all. It's even more exciting to be doing it when there is somebody else around and they don't know that you are actually having a fuck without them knowing it.' She squirmed some more on his lap and felt him let go of the load he'd been holding back so desperately, wishing to prolong the experience. She felt his coming along with the pumping of his hips and smiled wickedly at him and got a sickly grin back as the flow from him began to trickle off.

The two aunts had finished their tea and now stood up.

'Come along dears, the Duchess is ready to leave now,' his aunt said.

'You go on aunt dear,' Caroline said. 'I'll say goodbye to Tom here and be along shortly.' As soon as the two women had left the room, she jumped up, freeing him from the delightful prison he had been captive in for nearly an hour. She took his red and swollen prick in her hand and took it into her mouth to give it a few soothing gentle sucks before putting it back inside his trousers, leaving him to do up the zip. She smoothed out her dress as she did so and waited for him to stand up.

'Bye Tom darling,' she said as she held him tight and kissed him. 'I wish we could have stayed.' There were tears in her eyes as she turned and ran from the room and Tom walked slowly over to the window and watched as she and her aunt were driven away. That was the last time he set eyes on her though he did receive quite a few letters from her over the following years. At least he had a memento of her for she had forgotten to pick up her panties and it was quite some time before her body smell disappeared from the gusset. Every time he got a letter from her, he would sing softly to himself with a smile on his face, I wonder who's fucking her now.

It was Tom's last holiday in the hotel for his aunt died the following year and left the hotel to his mother and father. But as they had no intention of running the place, sold it and put the money it fetched into the bank for Tom's further education after his tour of military service.

Tom kept up his nocturnal visits to neighbouring houses to look into their bedrooms at night and it is now time to relate the other two that were on his row. The Yates were an ordinary couple though she turned a bit funny after her husband died in a road accident a few years later so we'll come back to her quirky nature after this event.




Love Motel



So he went to where the Robinson's lived. They were an elderly couple who had the misfortune to be both deaf and dumb. In spite of their own physical defects, were able to produce a normal son in respect of hearing and speech. Though not normal in the accepted sense of the word for he was somewhat on the effeminate side, though even that is wrong because half of his wardrobe consisted of the attire of a sweet young female.

His name was David and a slim gangling youth who didn't go out a lot, and much to his parents delight, was glad that he had a friend in Bert Jones who would drop in once a week to talk to him and listen to records. What they didn't know was that he stayed the night and didn't leave till after five in the morning.

Having passed other houses going through their back gardens, he arrived at David's house and saw that the curtains to his room hadn't been drawn and that David was lying on his bed reading a magazine. So it was a matter of Tom waiting to see if he had been correct in the pattern of Bert in his visitation times to see David.

He didn't have to wait long before he saw the bedroom door open and Bert walk in carrying a six pack of beer.

'Hello darling. You're so late,' cried David, throwing the magazine to one side as he jumped off the bed to fling his arms around Bert's neck and give him a kiss on the lips. 'I didn't think you were coming tonight but I still made some little cakes for us to eat, on the side there. Put the beers down and you can watch me as I change.'

Bert sat down heavily in the only chair that the room provided and popped open a can of beer and watched David as he pirouetted across the room to his wardrobe. With the wardrobe door open, the mirror attached to the inside, gave Bert and Tom, a two dimensional view of this slim boy. His hair was a little longer than a crew cut and carefully swept back to show off his small ears. His face was narrow and his nose small, but he had wide big eyes and lashes that any girl would have been desperately envious of.

He quickly pulled off the shirt that had been knotted at the front and threw it into the open wardrobe, the thin gold chain about his neck glinted with reflected light as it swung about. His thin chest was devoid of hair as were his legs as he shucked off his jeans. His shorts quickly followed and naked, turned to the mirror and went up onto his toes, slowly swaying from side to side as he looked at his reflection.

'Mirror, mirror on the wall,' David started to quote causing Bert to snort and splutter beer down his front. 'Well I am!' David retorted, swinging round to face him, hands on hips.

'Get on with it,' Bert said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. David gave him a finger and turned back to the wardrobe and pulled out a small wispy piece of material which turned out to be panties. He put these on, tucking his small penis inside and gently smoothing down the front to make it as flat as possible. Then he pulled out a small padded bra which he slipped on and expertly clipped it up at the back. A suspender belt was deftly fixed round his waist and sitting down on a small stool, quickly pulled on stockings and clipped them to the belt. As he stretched his legs in turn to smooth out the silk he had a small smile on his face as he looked at Bert's reflection in this wardrobe mirror. David could see that Bert was getting excited by the colour slowly rising to his face and noting the bulge at the front of his trousers.

Turning on the stool to the desk which served as a dressing table, he opened a drawer and pulled out a small compact and dusted his face lightly and flicked some powder down his arms. Next he brought out some lipstick and this was gently applied to the top lip first and then the bottom one before he pressed the two together and then lightly dabbed them with a tissue. He was then up again to the wardrobe and pulled out a summer frock which he quickly slipped over his head and smoothed it down over his hips before he lightly tripped over to Bert.

'Zip me up darling,' turning round and Bert put down his beer and pulled up the zipper at the back of the frock but then grasped David's arm, who gave out a laugh and twisted away, making the hem of the frock swirl out, giving Bert a sight of white thighs above the black stockings held up by the suspender straps.

'Am I pretty? Am I still your pretty little girl?' David asked coyly. Bert nodded dumbly and held out his hand.

Tom outside of the window also nodded as though the question had been asked of him. He was amazed at the transformation that had taken place, enough for his own prick to rise hard inside his trousers. He fumbled with the zipper and finally released his erection to be ready when the action started.

David went over and sat down on Bert's lap and gave him a slow, sensuous kiss as Bert's hand stroked the silken clad thigh. David held Bert's head as he bent and nibbled and kissed his neck and shoulder.

'Oh darling, darling. It's been a whole week since I've seen you. I do love you so I do,' David whispered as he started to un-button Bert's shirt, nibbling at his ear as he tried to get it off of Bert's big shoulders. Sliding off his lap, he got the shirt off and undid the belt to his trousers and pulled at the waist band. Bert lifted himself up to assist and let them slide down with his shorts, his erection springing free. Long, pale and slender, the circumcised prick stood out red headed from his sparse bush.

David took it gently between two fingers and started moving the outer flesh up and down the muscle that was sheathed by this soft outer skin. Twisting and bending his head low, he took the pair of balls into his mouth and gently moved them about with his tongue. Bert eased himself to be more comfortable in the chair and picked up his can of beer and sipped at it as he watched David work on him. The red lips and pink tongue moving up and down his shaft, nibbling and sucking at him, finally taking the purpling head into his mouth causing Bert to groan with pleasure.

David's head now started moving faster up and down bringing more groans from Bert as his body tensed up, his hips starting to buck as he came. Keeping his head moving, David took the hot stream into his mouth as Bert bucked beneath him, giving him all that he had inside his balls. David's face was flushed and his eyes sparkling as he lifted his head up off the red swollen gland and nuzzled it to his cheek. He opened his mouth to let Bert see what had come out of his prick before swallowing it all.

'That was beautiful Bert darling,' he sighed, looking up at him as he held the still throbbing member to his face. He then got up from the floor and peeled Bert's trousers off from round his ankles and threw then onto the bed. He picked up his own dressing gown and draped it across Bert's knees and settled down in his lap, tenderly putting his arm round his neck, taking hold of the beer can and having a sip before handing it back.

Tom had liked the dressing up show of the transvestite David, but had been disappointed in what he had seen of the action. He was about to leave when David jumped up off of Bert's lap.

'I've learnt a new dance darling. Wait till you see it,' and went to his record player and put on a medium fast record, and as the music played, he swirled around in time to the music and slowly began to peel off his frock.

Tom stayed to watch as it might be as good as the dressing part. But it was only the frock that came off. David doing his dance in the bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings, but it was the sexiest dance Tom had ever seen a boy do. Bert obviously thought so too, because David suddenly whipped the dressing gown away from Bert's lap to reveal him with another hard on, upright and swaying from the gown's withdrawal movements.

David grabbed Bert's hand and pulled him up from the chair and led him over to the bed. Bert sat down as David went to his dressing desk and coyly slipped off his panties to reveal the pale white cheeks of his bum. Then with one finger, dipped it into a pot of cream and in one quick swift movement, smeared it round his back passage. He quickly crossed the room and lay down on his back on the bed, and as he did so, he pushed his own small cock back between his legs so that he lay there like a young woman readying for fucking.

Bert turned and rolled over and lay on top of David and started to kiss him. The arms came up and went round his head and returned the kisses with passion. It was Bert who broke off, rolling back onto the bed.

'Roll over,' he growled.

David smiled up at him and obediently rolled over onto his stomach. Bert rose up and moved in between David's legs and grasped his hips and pulled him up into a kneeling position. He could now see the cream covered orifice surrounded by the suspender belt and stockings that seemed to increase his excitement.

He held his stiff prick in his hand and nuzzled it into the cream, smearing the head of it as he slowly pushed himself into the boy. Taking a firm grip of the hips, pushed himself further forward and slid completely in up to the hilt till he was fully embedded inside. Bert's head went back as he gave a little grind to David's backside before he started to move himself in and out of him. They were savage short sharp thrusts as he fucked David who groaned and squirmed under the onslaught. Faster and faster Bert moved till he gave out a groan and changed from thrusts to jerks as he came inside the boy, collapsing on top of him and both fell flat to the bed.

That's more like it, thought Tom as he came too, splattering the wall and flicking the drops off the end of himself before putting it away. Not bad, but almost the same sequence that he last saw not too long ago, but still wondered why Bert should go fucking a boy when he had that beautiful wife at home ready for it at any time.

Times were hard for Tom and his family what with his father now being disabled from losing his leg during the war and not being able to work and became more disgruntled that his wife had to go back to work to help supplement his paltry pension. She had once been a teacher at the local school to which she now returned though they could have used the money that was the result of her sister's death and the sale of the hotel, but that they were determined to save for Tom's further education. In consequence, it was one of the reasons that Tom spent more time at home instead of mixing with his peers and so had developed into a rather shy boy in company and if it hadn't been for Caroline, he would never had have the courage to ever approach any of the local girls for the purpose of sex, hence his predilection for watching other people's sexual activities. Most of his time at the weekends and early evenings were spent with his father to keep him abreast of what was happening in the town.

So this was his life until he reached eighteen and received his papers for him to go into the army. His mother burst into tears the day they arrived, knowing that it was inevitable, but cried all the same.

Distance, like time, is relative. He knew how far it had been to go to school and how long it would take him. He was therefore surprised that it took him nearly two days to report for military duty and he was still in his own country. He'd only ever been as far as the city which was only seventy miles away, but now he had to travel over a thousand.

He had said a loving goodbye to his ageing parents at the bus depot and within two months, was back again on compassionate leave. It had never been ascertained exactly how the fire had started in Elm Street, but it swept from north to south at an alarming speed. It only took the houses on the east side, moving rapidly through the trees and houses in its path till it was halted at Lincoln Avenue. This thoroughfare that was the link between the town and the highway. The local firemen knew they had no chance to save the houses because of the density of the trees in the gardens of the houses in the path of the fire and so concentrated their main fire tenders in Lincoln Avenue to prevent the fire from jumping across. This they managed with the two tenders they had and so stopped it from spreading further, but eight houses had been lost in the path of the fire, Tom's being one of them

All other occupants of the houses consumed by the conflagration escaped except for Tom's parents. With their bodies being found on the ground floor, the fire having happened during the night, that due to his father's disability, they'd only managed to get down the stairs before being overcome by smoke, basing this theory on the coroner's inquest after the autopsy. Smoke inhalation was attributed to their death and that they had actually died before they were burnt.

Tom was grief stricken when he was told the news by the commander of the training post and he was given his leave to attend the funeral. This again was a two day journey south and he looked with anguish at seeing the still smouldering remains of the trees that lined the highway among which was the remains of his house before the bus he was on turned into Lincoln Avenue to drop him off at the bus depot in town.

In such a small town, everybody knew most of everybody's business and it was the bank manager who assured the funeral parlour that there was enough money in their account that would now belong to Tom, to pay for the funeral, and so knowing when Tom would arrive, the funeral had been arranged for that day.

So two hours after arriving in the town, he was there at the church for the service to his dead parents and went with a surprising number of townspeople to see to their burial.

Tom had had two days to get over the shock of never seeing them again and so was able to talk to the pastor and the bank manager who had also attended and see to the payment exacted to see his parents buried. He was also assured by said bank manager that their wills and insurance papers had been lodged with the bank and so he wouldn't be short of any monies in the future. But at the time, this went un-noticed by Tom and knowing he still had two hours to wait for the bus that would pass through town again, spent the time walking through what had been his garden to see the still smoking ruin of what had been his home, now reduced to ashes, only half of the chimney stack still standing and only then did he cry alone there.

With the town not having an hotel and not accepting the several offers he had to stay the night, caught the bus back to the town and stayed for the night at the hotel that had once belong to his aunt. This time as a paying guest.

He then returned to his training unit to finally be passed out as a marine and was soon shipped out to fight in Korea.

For nearly two years, he spent more time digging foxholes and vowed that when he got home he would never ever lift another shovel of dirt. He fought too and in that time was wounded, minor though which gave him a few weeks respite from the rigours of the winters that froze as many as were killed by actual combat. But he survived to the cease fire and was glad to be amongst one of the first battalions to be sent back home.

One of the memories he took back with him apart from the sweating heat and the freezing winter was the time in Seoul when recuperating from his wound. A couple of the men went along to a whorehouse and being his usual shy self, declined to actually go with one of the many women offered. The madam of the house then suggested if he would like to watch others having sex. Now this was much more appealing to him and so he said that he would like that, though it still cost him as much as if he'd gone with one of the women.

He was taken up a narrow staircase and into a tight and claustrophobic corridor that had several curtains along one wall. The girl who was leading him, stopped at the first one and drew the curtain back and he found that he was looking into one of the bedrooms of the house through a one sided mirror. This was more to his liking to watch two couples have sex on the bed below him and got an instant erection. 

He was dragged along to the next window to see one of his friends taking a young Korean up the backside and got a vicarious thrill as he thought of Bert and David and was now really throbbing inside his trousers and had just got his cock out of his trousers when he was pulled along to the next window to see another young girl, this time taking his sergeant's cock into her mouth. He now began to jerk himself off but the girl who was showing him these scenes pulled his hand away and began to do it herself and went down onto her knees and took him into her mouth and sucked and tongued him as he watched through this window and came about the same time as his sergeant, but his girl took it all in whereas the sergeant sprayed all of his coming over the girl's face and laughed as she tried to catch the flying sperm with her open mouth.

Tom went back quite a few times, being the voyeur and having himself jerked off or taken in the mouth by the girl he was with as he watched the antics of the others in their own forms of sex. These forays into Seoul had a lasting effect on Tom and he formulated an idea of doing something of this nature when he returned to the States but for his own pleasure as a voyeur.

He was duly sent back and eventually demobbed, using the English term, and collected his final pay which was more than enough for him to buy a camper van. He'd learned to drive while in the army and now had a licence to this effect. Plus he didn't have a home as such to go back to so he had to have somewhere to sleep and this fitted in with the plans he had formulated in his mind.

He took his time driving south for he stopped at quite a few motels to see how they were run, and here he crossed his fingers, that nobody had thought of doing this at his town for that was what he wanted to build and open. A motel! Love Motel he was going to call it using his own name but also give it the atmosphere where people could also go to make love as well as sleep. He was going to make it into a voyeurs dream and so he hoped and prayed that a motel had not been opened before he'd got there.

So it was with some trepidation that after having passed through the city and passed the sign that told you that it was only five miles to Parksville that he began to worry. He was still a mile away when he could see an illuminated sign and he thought his hopes had been dashed but was relieved when he recognised that of it being one of a petrol company. 

Nature had taken its course and there was now quite an abundance of new growth that had started to cover the scene of the fire that had killed his parents and made others homeless and came close to Lincoln Avenue to find that the corner plot that once had belonged to Deputy Sheriff Cairns was now a service station. One that also had the garish sign denoting that it had a diner as well.

He turned off into the avenue and went down and cruised along Elm Street and noted that only one house had been rebuilt since the fire and that was the place that belonged to the widow Yates, three along from where his house had stood. This boosted up his hopes in his future plans for his own property. He drove back along the street and pulled into what was his own ground and parked near the now, weed overgrown ruins of what had been his home.

His camper van by modern day standards was small, but for him then, it was big enough to have a lounge and separate bedroom as well as a shower and toilet closet. All small but just big enough for one. Here he spent his first night back and cried for the loss of his parents.

On his journey down with the hope that nobody else had built a motel, he'd made drawings, and these he gathered together the next morning after breakfast. As glad as he'd been to get out of uniform, having been made up to sergeant, he donned it once again along with his ribbons, went to the town hall, emphasising a limp as a war wound, to present his request for planning permission to convert his property into a motel, opening out onto the highway.




Love Mother, Love Daughter



***All characters are over 18 ***

I consider myself to be a pretty good person. I've never cheated on any of my boyfriends. I've never led any guys on, unless I had some genuine feelings for them. And I've never stolen someone else's boyfriend.

Well, except once. And that time was pretty bad.

I'll start by saying that when I was in high school, I was pretty rebellious. My mom worked all the time, and I guess her way of coping with that, along with being a single parent, was to try to tighten the leash on me as much as possible. It wasn't that big of a deal during middle school, but all that changed in high school.

I'm a pretty petite girl, only around 5'1" and a hundred pounds, but by high school I was getting plenty of attention anyway. I've ran track since middle school, and I've got a slight, taut little frame to match, with a slender waist and hips and legs. I've got long wavy hair that's the color of caramel and bright, amber eyes to match. My chest is curvy-but-not-too-curvy, a perky pair of tits that go along with my ample but tight butt. It wasn't long before I realized the reason why boys were fighting to sit next me to in class, or jumping to offer me rides home from school. And, like any other red-blooded teenage girl, I loved every minute of it. I loved being sexy, I loved flirting. I loved leaning forward just enough for my blouse to dip down and my bra and perky tits to peek out the top. I loved wearing a skirt and then carefully crossing and uncrossing my legs every class. I loved bending over at the hip instead of the knees to pick up something I dropped, showing off the curve of my firm ass and slender figure as I rose oh-so-slowly up.

How could my mom blame me for doing everything I could to keep all the boys' attention? I would flounce down the stairs before breakfast in a frilled white miniskirt that fluttered in the air with every step I took, showing off my dainty thighs and just a slight preview of my panties underneath – but my mom would send me back up to my room to change before I could leave for school. Or I would try to go on a date in a little dress that hugged my slender frame, showing off the little inward arc of my dainty waist and offering just a teasing peek of my teenage tits. But by the time he showed up, my mom would have forced me to switch into a regular shirt and jeans. I wasn't allowed to go to parties unless someone's parents were chaperoning – which were the worst ones, of course. I was forbidden to date any guys unless they met her first. Every part of my life was controlled by Mom. I hated every minute of it, and I defied her at every opportunity. I got caught a few times, sneaking back into the house or going to a party when I said I was at the library, and each time she discovered my disobedience we would shout and scream at each other for hours on end. So, when it came time to leave for college, it's safe to say I was looking forward to a little more personal space.

My freshman year was like most others – I spent it partying, drinking, and hooking up when I was drunk enough to get over the anxiety. When the year was over, and I headed home for the summer, I considered myself much more mature than when I had left. After all, at the ripe age of 19, I was finally an adult, who had lived on her own for a year and deserved to be treated like it.

Mom didn't agree. The first night home I tried to go out with some friends, and she was at the door, shaking her head.

"You can't go out tonight, Ashley."

"Why not?" I tossed my wavy hair over my shoulder, feeling it tickle my back as it settled.

"It's a weekday. Don't you remember? You can only use the car on weekends. And anyway, it's almost 11. You have to be back every night by midnight."

"Are you kidding me?" I shrieked. "I've still got a CURFEW? I'm nineteen, for fuck's sake, not nine! I'm a college student, mom! Don't you know how many times I've been out past midnight during the school year??"

"It doesn't matter!" She yelled back. "When you're in my house, it's my rules!"

"I can't believe this! Are you ever going to let me have any fun?"

"Well, at the rate you're going, maybe not!"

It was just like being back in high school. Only this time, it was even worse; I had just spent a year in freedom, glorious and parent-free, and now being back with my mom's same, overbearing rules was too much to bear. I raged upstairs and slammed the door, so mad that tears were pooling in my eyes. I pounded my blanket, I kicked the mattress, I screamed into the pillows. And I swore that night that I would get back at my mother, somehow, in some way that would make her regret ever being so unfair to me.

For the first few days, I pouted and sulked, unable to come up with a sufficient act of revenge. But late one night, I was awoken by a soft pounding under my bed.

To get to my mom's bedroom, you have to walk through two hallways and up a flight of stairs, but in actuality I sleep just ten or so feet above her, separated only by my floor and her ceiling. For the last year or so, Mom had been dating a guy named Mark. He was doing pretty well as a higher-level guy for a remodeling company, and even though he was nearing forty, just like my mom, he didn't look it; his body was as fit as the athletes at my college: six feet tall, trim and sleek with muscle. His suntanned skin gleamed in the sun, a sign of his hard, chiseling work each day in the sun, rippling with his strength – every girl's dream. He had short, dark brown hair that he kept in a buzz cut, and a well-shaped face with sharp features and a pair of piercing, brown eyes. It wasn't hard to see why my mom swooned over him; I had never been attracted to Mark, of course, since he was twice my age, but I understood what Mom saw in him.

Now, as I lay quietly in my bed, I heard a soft thump-thump-thump under my bed. It was rhythmic, like someone beating a drum, and seemed to be near the wall behind my bedpost. "What the hell…" I muttered, and with a sleepy yawn I slipped out my bed and crouched on the floor, listening even more intently.

"….oh….oh…yes…"

I gasped. The muffled moans were coming from my mother! I suddenly realized that she and Mark were fucking, that she was wailing and crying out in pleasure as he plunged into her. I had never ever heard my mom wail like this – not the demanding, proper woman I saw each day but a woman flushed with lust and pleasure, her screams and wails completely unrestrained, completely wild.

Thump-thump-thump. I suddenly realized that the pounding was the headboard, slamming into the wall, over and over; Mark was pounding my mom so hard that the entire bed was shaking and rocking. I had heard that same rocking many times in the dorm; it even happened a couple times in my own room after a long party. But I never imagined I would hear it coming from my mom's room.

I clambered back into my bed, ready to cringe and plug my ears. But suddenly, as if by divine revelation, a thought came into my head. This was it. This was the way I would get back at my mom. I'm going to steal Mark from her. It was perfect; so terribly cruel, so sneaky, so absolutely unexpected and wrong. Every woman worries about some other girl stealing her man – but the last person she expects is her own daughter. I suddenly began laughing out loud, alone in my dark room, just thinking about it.

"…oh…yes…Mark…yes…" Mom's moans were still audible through my floor as I grinned to myself, quickly falling asleep once more.

***

Only a few days later, my mom made an announcement; she was redoing our roof. She had always wanted to replace the ugly red stone on top, and Mark had said that he could get her a huge discount if she went through his remodeling company. And – she announced happily – that meant that Mark would also be around the house a lot more, since he would be the main guy working on it.

"So Mark will be around starting tomorrow. I need you to be here in case he needs help getting into the house or finding something, okay?"

"Sure, whatever," I said. "I mean, you aren't letting me use the car anyway, right?"

"Well," my mom huffed. "You weren't back home last Saturday until 12:10. I kept track. So I suppose that's right, you won't be using the car at all this week."

I glared at my mom's back as she headed out the door for work. Every single day living with her made me angrier. Tomorrow Mark was coming, I told myself, and as soon as he got here I would set about getting my revenge.

By the time Mark let himself into the house, I was already stretched out on our deck chair on the lawn with my magazine and sunglasses. My bikini was red and skimpy. The skinny bottom tied around the sides, with strings dangling down my slim hips, tickling my legs. The halter triangle top just barely covered my tits, the flimsy strings barely a fingernail wide, the bow-ties around my neck and back so long that they dangled all the way down to my slim waist, accentuating just how easy it was to grab them and, with one pull, send my tiny top fluttering to the ground. I smiled sweetly at Mark as he wandered outside with his ladder and toolbox in tow, and he offered a harmless wave back.

"Sorry," I said, "I didn't know you'd be working out here. I'm not in the way, am I?"

"Nah," he replied, setting up the ladder. "It's fine."

"Good," I beamed at him. "You're already starting the roof?"

"Oh, no. I'm just taking measurements today. It won't be long."

Damn. "Oh. Well, okay. Don't work too hard!"

He chuckled. "I'll do my best."

I stretched out on my back on the deck chair, falling silent. My slim, runner's legs stretched out in front of me, smooth and bare, the strings of my bikini bottom dangling across my skin; my slender waist was framed by the two patches of red cloth, the only covering on my entire body. I raised my arms and placed them behind my head, so that Mark had an unobstructed view of my entire figure, the curves of my hips and my chest, the lithe slope of my little waist and slender legs. I was spread out for him to admire – a young, petite college student, innocently sunbathing right in front of him.

But each time, when I snuck a glance from behind my sunglasses, Mark was carefully focused on the roof, perched on his ladder, spreading out his tape measure, scribbling in a notepad, his face deliberately turned away from me. An obedient boyfriend to my mom – a good guy, refusing to check out a girl half his age. But I was better.

With a soft, casual sigh, I turned onto my stomach, my firm ass now visible as it poked out from the tiny bottom, my hair spilling across the chair. I reached behind me and lightly fingered the flimsy strings around my neck and back. As easily as if untying a shoelace, I gave them each a light pull, and loosened my bikini top, letting the ties droop down across the chair. Mark glanced over then – finally! His eyes quickly swept over the sight of my bare, slim back. There was just one triangle-shaped patch of red on my bare body, drawing his gaze to my ass. I smiled up at him.

"I hate tan lines," I commented innocently. "Don't you?"

"Mmm," he grunted, and quickly turned back to the roof. I grinned to myself, and lay my head across my crossed hands. Carelessly, nonchalantly, I curled one leg up in the air, idly rocking my foot in circles in the air before letting it plop back down on the chair, making sure to spread my legs slightly wider than before. Just think about what's in between these little legs, Mark…just think about it!

Suddenly, I heard clanks, and raised my head to see Mark quickly descending the ladder, then heading indoors.

"Finished already?" I asked hurriedly.

"Not quite," he said, in a voice that sounded as if he wished he was. "I think I'm just going to grab a beer." He vanished inside.

Alone now, I let out a sigh. Now what? Wait until he comes back out, then ask him to rub sunscreen on my back? No…that's too obvious. He'll probably come up with some excuse to go back in. I had to follow him inside. I raised myself up on my hands and knees, ready to roll off the chair and scamper after him, when I suddenly realized that my naked tits were now out in the open, the untied bikini top spread uselessly across the chair. I quickly clamped the two cups back over my chest. I had completely forgotten that I had untied the top, but now I grinned. Even better!

I trotted into the kitchen to see Mark standing by the refrigerator, very slowly drinking a beer. As soon as I wandered in, he turned to look at me, then instantly swung his head back to the fridge, his eyes staring aimlessly at the handle. I could barely contain my giggle – he was trying so hard not to stare at me! I was barefoot now, my untied hair draped down my back, my nimble hips swinging as I walked, the wiry ties flopping against my bare thighs with each step. I had both hands over my chest, clinging the untied top to my perky tits, so that the material sagged against my fingers. The long, loose ties dangled over my arms and my stomach, just another reminder that my hands across my chest were the only thing keeping the flimsy material over my teenage boobs.

"Too sunny?" he asked, still staring at the fridge, trying for harmless small talk.

"Yep," I said, wandering up to the counter next to where he was standing. He was a full foot taller than me, his muscular frame towering over my petite body. "I don't want to get burned. Spending an hour rubbing lotion on my back is no fun!" I watched as his eyes flickered down towards my slim, bare body, risking a single glance before turning back away.

"Good call," he said to the wall. "You're using sunscreen, aren't you?"

"Of course I am!" I replied. "I'm not a child, you know. Hey, maybe I'll have a drink too. Can you grab the tequila?"

Mark nodded and quickly opened the fridge, glad to have something to do. "Hey, wait a minute…you're not legal yet."

I laughed and gave him a sly grin. "Well…you won't tattle on me, will you?"

Mark grinned back. "I guess not. But you better be good. Not too much for you."

"Oh, Mark," I leaned against the counter, letting my caramel hair fall across my bare shoulders, still clinging the loose top to my chest with both hands. "You haven't seen me being bad. Not yet."

Mark chuckled and for a second he was grinning widely back. But a second later his face lost all of its charm and he quickly turned away, frowning now at the floor. He gave a huff and a shrug. He wasn't comfortable flirting with his girlfriend's teenage daughter – even flirting as innocent as this. "Here's the tequila," he said.

"Thanks." I gave him a sweet smile, but he was already turning away again. "Can you get the margarita mix too? It's in the cabinet behind you."

One by one, I directed him to all the ingredients, and he placed them all on the counter in front of me, along with the blender. "Mind mixing it for me?" I asked him sweetly.

"Huh?"

"Come on, Mark!" I pouted up at him, then glanced down at my chest, where I was still dutifully clinging my undone swimsuit to my chest. "I mean…my hands are pretty busy right now, wouldn't you say?"

He took the bait. His gaze swung down from my pouting face to my perky tits, one hand over each sloping hill, barely covered by the flimsy, loose red material. A second later he quickly looked down at the counter, and began piling the ingredients into the blender. "Yeah," he muttered, mostly to himself. "Of course, no problem." I smiled innocently as I watched him hurriedly stuff ice and pour triple sec into the blender, as if he was racing to finish it as quickly as possible. It was such a mischievous thrill, teasing him without him even realizing I was doing it, watching him fight his wholesome struggle, refusing to be attracted to his girlfriend's daughter, to a petite college student half his age.

When he was done, he handed me the glass, his eyes focused very deliberately on my face, safely away from ogling any part of my barely-covered body. "Okay, Ashley. One margarita, ice-cold. I've got to get back to work."

"Okay." I grinned at him, appearing ready to accept the glass obediently. But I wasn't quite done with him yet. Watching him the entire time, I carefully made a struggle of taking the glass from him. First, I reached out with my right hand, but then let out an embarrassed, soft squeal as the right cup of my bikini top started to droop down, revealing more and more of my naked, firm tit. I quickly clutched my hand back to my chest, catching the cloth cup just in time, tugging it back up over my curves. Then, I carefully rearranged my left hand so that I was precariously holding up both cups with one hand, my fingers just barely clinging the material to my chest. I reached out again, but with another squeal returned the hand to my chest, as the cups once again threatened to sag too far off my tits. 

It was shameless, I know. But I couldn't help it! Each time, I watched eagerly as his eyes uncontrollably shifted down, automatically drawn to my chest, so close to his sight, half a second away from revealing my little nipples before I caught the falling suit. Finally, I smiled at Mark and offered a half-embarrassed, half-amused laugh. "A little help?"

He laughed too, despite his discomfort, and made to set the cup down on the counter in front of me. But I leaned forward instead, and slightly parted my lips, my tongue sneaking out to just barely lick the lower one. My eyes pleaded sweetly at him.

He couldn't resist. He raised the ice-cold glass to my mouth, and I tilted my head slightly and gently wrapped my lips around the rim, sipping the cool liquid, swallowing oh-so-slowly. The kitchen was silent as he watched me drink, from the glass in his hand, my soft, wet gulps the only sound made by the two of us. Finally, I pulled back, and ran my tongue carefully over each lip, smacking them with a delighted smiled. For a moment, his dark brown eyes were right on my amber ones, and I could see a slight flicker in them, something stirring in him, from watching me lean forward, arching in my half-undone bikini, my soft lips parted, gulping down the drink he was feeding to me. For that moment, I stared back at him, all innocence and ignorance, a sweet smile on my wet mouth. At last, he tore his eyes away.

"Uh…you know what, Ashley? Tell your mom I forgot I have to call a friend. It's his..birthday, you know." Without even waiting for an answer he turned and started to head for the door. 

"Wait!" I said, giggling. He stopped and turned towards me, looking nervous as I stepped forward, still clutching the bikini to my chest.

"Don't you need your tools?"

"Oh…uh…" he hesitated. "No, it's fine. I'll be leaving them here between days anyway." And then he was out the door.

"See ya!" I called out to the closed door, and finally, I couldn't help collapsing into a fit of proud giggles.

***

Two weeks later, Mark had started on the reroofing, and was working on the east side of the house. My room and bathroom are on that side, and they're set up side by side, so that each has one window – the bedroom's big, the bathroom's small and narrow – that faces to the east. It was Saturday morning, and after lazing around I had finally decided to shower and start my day. I had just stepped out, wet and dripping, my long, soaked hair draped across my shoulders and back, when I saw a flash of moment outside the bathroom window. I had drawn the blinds and opened it half-way to let the steam out, and now, as I wrapped a towel around my petite body, I realized that Mark was working just a few feet outside, set up on his ladder as he hammered away.




Love Mother, Love Daughter



I hadn't made any more moves on him since my sunbathing earlier in the month – I guess my anger at my mom had dimmed a little. But for some reason, I was in a teasing mood that day. It was just so much fun the last time, the way he struggled so desperately to refuse to even look at me, to avoid even the slightest temptation. The more he tried to resist me, the more I wanted to seduce him.

My mirror was set up so that I could lean forward and see the window in the reflection, and I could pretend to only be staring at myself even as I kept an eye on the view outside. I carefully leaned over the sink now, examining imaginary spots on my face, watching Mark as I tried to catch his attention. At last, my movements caught his idle eye, and he turned his head to glance inside. In the next instant, as soon as he realized that he was peering into my bathroom just after I had showered, his face quickly whipped back to his work. His eyes swung away in the same way as they always did, focusing on nothing at all in their effort to avoid staring at me. I grinned at myself in the mirror. God, this is too much fun!

My bath towel was carefully wrapped around my body, my slim curves just barely visible through the cotton. Now, throwing caution to the wind, I let the towel slide down my body and plop to the floor of my bathroom. Even in the corner of his vision, Mark saw the motion, and involuntarily, his head shifted slightly in my direction. I expected him to turn away immediately, like he always did, but this time, as I watched in the mirror, I saw his gaze linger, just for a bit. Hmmm… 

Completely naked, I raised myself on my tip-toes, leaning my petite body over the sink, pretending to examine myself more closely in the mirror. My caramel hair streamed down my dainty shoulders in soaked strands; my perky tits, the nipples puffy and red from the steam, were now in plain view in the mirror. And my ass, arched upwards as I stood on my tippy-toes, rose out of the rest of my little frame, firm and curvy in contrast to my slender waist and legs. I was bent over the sink for him, my ass in the air, my back bent, my slender legs on full display. And yet, he couldn't even tell that I knew he was watching me. Mark was now glancing nervously back and forth from his work outside to my window. He was alone and unnoticed, he thought; he could feast his eyes on my petite teenage frame, on his girlfriend's daughter. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't resist, not completely.

I suddenly wondered if he could see my pussy through the slit of the half-open window. Casually, still on my tip-toes, I leaned further over the sink, resting on my elbow instead of my hands, and spread my feet slightly on the bathroom floor, raising my ass even more. Now he could definitely see my cunt, peeking out from between my naked ass cheeks. I was practically offering myself to him, the way I was bent over the sink, straining on my toes to raise my butt for his view, arching my back to show off my slim waist and hips, my hair now slipping off my shoulders and draping across the sink faucet. But he was still doing his best to avoid gawking at me outright; his face was only half-turned in my direction, and he was still flickering his gaze back and forth, still trying as best as he could to focus on his work and not on my naked figure in the mirror. Still not enough for ya, Mark? He was still hammering on something. Well, okay…you asked for it!

I quickly turned away from the mirror and trotted into my bedroom, leaving the towel piled on the floor. Naked and damp, I plopped myself on the bed, carefully positioning myself so that he could now see me through the other window over his other shoulder. Sure enough, his head shifted slightly to follow my movement, but he was still working, doing his best to not stare at me. I took a moment to arrange myself, leaning against the headboard, pulling my still-soaked hair behind my shoulders, and making sure I could steal glances at him through my bedroom window.

Then, without warning, I spread my slim legs on the bedspread, and slowly began to sneak one hand down my naked, bare waist, towards the little red slit between my thighs. It took Mark a moment to realize what I was doing, but as soon as he did, I saw his eyes widen, and he froze, still staring at his work but no longer able to concentrate enough to keep hammering. I smiled to myself, and I gently trailed a finger down past my belly button, gently slipping inch by inch until I finally reached between my hips. With a little gasp, I found my pussy, and she was already wet and eager. The thrill of teasing Mark was just too much, and now my own body shuddered with a slight thrill, enjoying every moment of showing off for him, excited by the thought of shamelessly fingering myself in his full view.

Gently, I parted my swollen pussy lips with two fingers, spreading my twat for him to see. I dipped my head down as if I was watching myself while I masturbated, but through my eyelashes I snuck a glance, and saw him still frozen, half-staring at me, silent. With my cunt still spread, I gently ran a third finger down the red, eager flesh in between, and gave a little whimper as I felt the jolt of pleasure run through my body. I spread my legs further, knees bent and feet planted on the bedspread, propping myself against the headboard.

Now, I began to gently knead into my pussy with all three fingers, moving in slow, tiny circles, just barely petting the soft mound, my legs and hips twitching uncontrollably with flashes of lust. At the same time, I raised my other hand to my mouth and gently inserted an index finger to the knuckle, sucking gently on it, coating it with drool. One by one, I lapped and licked at each of the four fingers till they glistened with my saliva, all the while still rubbing softly at my tender twat. Then, I lowered the soaked hand down and switched, my wet fingers lightly massaging into the soaked, bulging little mound. I jolted upwards with another whimper as I felt the pleasure course through me.

I tried my best to sneak regular glances at Mark, but I was quickly losing myself to my lust. My chest was rising and falling in quick rhythm with my whimpers and moans of pleasure, and my legs were now spreading as wide as possible on the bed, my feet digging into the blanket, my thighs shuddering again and again as I continued to rub little circles into my eager cunt. With an eager gasp and deep breath, I gently parted my pussy lips and dipped one finger inside, piercing into the soft flesh, burying it inside the warm, swollen sheath of my twat.

"Yesss…" I raised my head to let out a loud moan as my finger plunged into me, thrusting all the way to the knuckle, and my hips jolted and rocked as I felt my pussy rush with pleasure in response. I wanted to draw it out as long as possible for Mark, but I couldn't help it, and in the next moment I was sliding a second finger in next to the first, sinking gently into my soaked, soft cunt. Eagerly she accepted it, and I pushed deep, my body throbbing with lust and aching for more. This time my hips thrust upwards as I moaned, desperately trying to draw my fingers even further inside of my trembling body.

"Ohhh…" My moaning was turning into panting, and eagerly I began to pump my two fingers in and out of my bulging twat, each thrust making my legs twitch and quiver with pleasure. I could feel my hips rocking now on the bed, in rhythm with my fingers, trying to draw them further in, trying to jam my pussy against my hand. Gently I continued to fuck myself, feeling my soaked juices dribble out with each stab, feeling my pussy throb and ache for more.

My cheeks were growing rosy as I panted, my mouth open and slack, and once more I snuck a glance at Mark. Finally he was staring openly at me, his eyes wide with shock. His face was slack and his mouth was open just like mine. He seemed hypnotized by his disbelief, stunned by the sight of me, unable to tear his face away even if someone else reached up and yanked him down. Just the sight of him, gaping and watching, was enough to kick my body into another gear of lust. I felt my hips buck upwards off the bed as I let out a wail of pleasure, and in the same instant I plunged a third finger in, feeling my twat stretch to accommodate it, stuffing deep into my dripping cunt

"Oh…oh…yes…yes!" My moans were in time with my gently bucking hips, and they were in rhythm with my fingers, powering and plunging into my soft pussy, sending jolt after jolt of red-hot pleasure through my quivering body. Hurriedly I raised my other hand to my mouth, frantically coating it with my saliva. I snuck glance after glance at Mark's slack face, his eyes fixated on my petite, rocking body, his jaw hanging. I wanted so badly to stare right back at him, to drink in every second of his expression as he watched me, thinking that I was just fingering myself in my room, not knowing that I was doing it all for his benefit. It was so wildly thrilling, so naughty and brazen to be plunging my fingers into my own cunt while he watched from my window. But I knew I couldn't look up.

Instead I slid my other soaked hand out of my mouth and trailed it down, past my open, wailing mouth, past my panting, heaving chest and my slim little waist. Slowly it crept down my trembling, shuddering body, until at last it found what it wanted; the bulging, swollen nub just above my cunt, just above my other hand pounding her with deep, fierce strokes.

"Ohhhh!" My cry of lust burst out of my heaving chest as I gently kneaded into my clit, and my entire body surged upwards in response. Quickly I scooted down on my bed till I was laying on my back, my hair fluttering across the blanket, planting my feet on the bed and spreading my legs wide. I was working my sopping twat with both hands now, one plunging knuckle-deep into the soaked, eager slit, the other now running in soft circles around my bulging clit.

Laying down now, I could only barely see Mark through the window, but it was clear that he was still there, staring at me as I spread across the bed, my toes and heels digging into the mattress, my tits swaying with my heaving chest as I panted and wailed. I imagined him standing frozen on the ladder, staring at me through the shades. He had come early expecting to work diligently and peacefully in silence, only to find me now bucking and thrusting on my bed, fingering myself in broad daylight. I felt another surge of pleasure as I imagined him desperately trying to tear his gaze away from my petite body. She's your girlfriend's daughter… he was probably thinking to himself. She's barely out of high school, for God's sake! Get a hold of yourself! But he couldn't resist, he couldn't look away. He was still staring at me, and now another wicked thought came to me.

"Ohhhh Mark!" I cried out, easily loud enough for him. It was too terrible, I know, but at that moment I wanted to do everything I could to keep him watching me, to keep him in my power. I wailed and whimpered out his name as I bucked on the bedspread, over and over, continuing to pump my dripping twat and tweak my little clit. I wanted so badly to raise my head and see his reaction to my cries, but I knew I couldn't. Instead I arched my back as yet another fierce shudder of lust ran through my body, still calling out his name.

"Fuck me, Mark!" I yelped, "Fuck me!" Each of my screams were meant for Mark's benefit, so he would think I was masturbating to the thought of him. But each time I cried out his name, I felt a surge of lust rush through my own body, building in my swollen pussy and radiating through the rest of my body. My wrist was stiff as I pumped into myself, filling my eager cunt, my body rocking slightly with hungry, carnal desire.

I felt my hips raising off the bed, bucking up against my thrusting fingers, pumping back against them with equal force, and my other hand was now slippery and trembling as I frantically, hungrily continued to massage the throbbing nub of my clit. I found that my moans and cries were now bursting out of my chest, completely unbidden and natural, the perfect rhythm to my fingering: "Ohhh Mark! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Mark! Just like that!" My toes were curled and my feet were still digging into the bedspread, but my hips were now flailing up and down in the air, my fingers deep and stiff, plunging into my sopping, swollen cunt, filling my body with so much pleasure that I thought I would burst. My two hands were a blur, driven by a frantic energy, pounding into my cunt, rubbing hungrily into my eager clit. I screamed out my pleasure as I bucked and thrashed, my hips dragging the rest of my body with them as they flailed up and down above the bed like an airborne spring.

"YES! YES! OH! OHHHHHH!!!" Up and down, I thrashed and screamed, desperately fucking my little cunt, my entire body overwhelmed with lust, feeling nothing but the throbbing, swelling lust that was pounding through every limb. Up until then I had been screaming out Mark's name, begging him to fuck me, pretending that I was masturbating to the fantasy of him pounding his cock into my twat. But now, I realized that I was actually imagining it in my mind. I saw him bent over me, his massive, suntanned arms stretched over my petite body, his hips jamming into mine, powering his stiff manhood into me, burying himself in my little cunt. I imagined myself bucking up off the bed not against my hand, but against his thick trunk, and that my twat was stuffed not just with three fingers but by the full girth of his cock, plunging fully into me, deep and strong and hard. I closed my eyes and felt my hips thrusting higher and higher in the air as I strained my legs, raised my feet onto tip-toes on the bed, and let out a wild, ragged scream.

"AH…AHHHHH!!!!"

My climax surged forth through me, sending my body convulsing and thrashing upwards, my hips bucking and swinging, my legs trembling, my heaving chest drawn upwards by my eager thrusts above the bed. Still I kept my three fingers buried in my twat, fucking frantically, stuffing my aching, throbbing pussy full as the pleasure swept through my quivering limbs, overwhelming me with waves of hot, fresh lust that I drank in with each cry. Finally my exhausted legs gave out, and my hips collapsed back down on the bed, panting heavily. My eyes were still closed as I felt my orgasm die down, leaving my body flushed rosy and glowing, stars flashing under my closed eyelids.

Finally, I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling. My fingers were still buried in my sopping cunt, and now I gently slipped them out of my swollen canal, feeling my hot juices dribble down off my fingers onto the bedspread. My clit was still tingling with joy, and I gently let her go as well, resting both of my soaked hands on the bed. Still panting, I struggled to prop myself up on my elbows to sneak another glance out the window, but Mark had already disappeared.

***

Barely a week later, I was in our laundry room, stuffing clothes in the washing machine, clad in my pajamas, when I heard the garage door downstairs. My mom and Mark were out to dinner and I expected them to be home late, so I figured I'd just go to bed. There are plenty of days left to tease him, I told myself, grinning.

But now, I heard a door slam and a cough downstairs; it was definitely Mark. Was he alone? I didn't hear my mom's voice. I trotted out of the laundry room to the top of the stairs, peering down. "Hello?" I called out.

Mark appeared a few seconds later at the foot of the stairwell. "Hi, Ashley," he said, smiling casually at me. I knew that he was remembering the sight of me naked and writhing on my bed – how could he forget? – but every time I saw him he acted completely normal. He was doing a good job of hiding it "Going to bed?"

I looked down at my PJs. "Oh, yeah," I said, grinning at him. "I'm just doing some laundry first."

He nodded. "Well…I have some news," he said as he stared up at me. 

"As of tonight," he said, his tone slow and deliberate, "…your mother and I are engaged."

"Really??" I gasped, shocked. That's unexpected… "As of tonight?"

He nodded, smiling slightly. "Yeah. Listen, your mom forgot that she had to stop by the grocery store. But when she gets home, can you pretend I didn't tell you? I think she wants to tell you herself. I just wanted to make sure you were prepared."

"Oh," I said, nodding as I stood at the top stair, shifting my weight. "Sure, no problem. Thanks, Mark." I started to head back to the laundry room, but then turned back. "And, um…congratulations! That's fantastic!"

He smiled up at me, his face half-visible in the dark. "Thanks. Sleep well, Ashley."

I was chewing on my lip as I returned to the laundry room, musing over the news. I hadn't realized that Mark and my mom were so serious. His proposal seemed out of nowhere. To be honest, by that time I wasn't even that mad at my mom anymore. Annoyed, sure, and every once and a while we'd have one of our fights again and I'd swear to jump on Mark the next time I saw him. But a day later, my anger would cool off and revenge would no longer be at the front of my mind.

Still, I couldn't get the memory of that afternoon in my bedroom, when I fingered myself in front of him, pretending that I thought I was alone even though I knew he was watching me plunge my fingers into my pussy. My orgasm had been writhingly, mind-blowingly wonderful, and I knew the reason why: I had never experienced a thrill like teasing Mark. Just the thought of seducing him and stealing him from Mom, the thought of doing something so shamelessly wrong alone was enough to excite me. But the fact that Mark was so dutifully resisting me made him completely irresistible. I decided at that moment that it didn't matter that Mark and my mom were engaged. I turned around on the spot, walking back to the top of the stairs, not giving myself a chance to change my mind. 

"Ma-ark!" I called out.

A few seconds later he reappeared. "Yeah, what's up?"

"There's something wrong with the washer," I pouted. "Can you help me?"

"The washer?" Mark started up the stairs. "Sure, I guess."

I waited for him to reach the top of the stairs so that we walked side by side down the hall to the laundry room. He seemed to tower over me; in the dim light the shadow of his six-foot, powerful, muscular frame engulfed the shadow of my slim, five-foot-one body. We entered the laundry room and I gestured helplessly at it.

"I pressed the start button and didn't work," I said, looking up at him with my amber eyes. "Maybe it's broken."

Frowning, Mark leaned forward and pressed the button – of course, water began to fill the machine immediately.

"What are you talking about?" he said. "It works fine."

"Oh," I said, shrugging. "It didn't work for me. That's so weird!"

"Yeah…" Mark gave me a sidelong look. "Well, I guess we'll wait for it to start, just in case."

"Wait!" I said suddenly. Without a moment's hesitation, I peeled my pajama top over my slim shoulders and wriggled my way out of the bottoms, piling both of them together. Clad only in a lacy bra and thong now, I quickly sank to my knees in front of the washing machine, opening it and stuffing the pajamas in.

"There!" I said. "Now we can start it!" Still on my knees, I grinned up at him.

Before I even looked, I knew the expression I would see in his face. He was gaping down at me, as my long hair tousled down my shoulders, my tits firm and perky in their bra, my thong disappearing down the crack of my butt. This was the same petite body that he had seen stretched out on my bed, the same dainty fingers pumping into my twat as I whimpered out his name. It took him a few seconds before he raised an arm and quickly looked away, shielding his view.




Love Mother, Love Daughter



"Geez, Ashley!" he said, his voice straining. "Couldn't you have waited till I left?"

"Oh come on, Mark!" I said, grinning. "Don't be such a prude!"

"Prude??" He was still talking through his arm, his eyes directed at the wall. "You think this is prudish? You've got to be kidding me!"

"Well, you're gonna be my stepfather soon, aren't you?" I reached up and playfully pushed his arm away from his face. It was just barely a tap, but he yielded, lowering it and cautiously turning his head back towards me. I smiled sweetly up at him. "I mean, you're going to have to get used to living with women all the time."

Mark looked uncomfortable, but he kept his composure, chuckling down at me. "I'm pretty sure your mom doesn't strip down to her bra and panties every time she's doing laundry."

I shrugged, aimlessly tracing a finger up and down my bare thigh. "Yeah, I guess not. But she's so stuffy about this stuff anyway. She wants me to be just as prim and proper as she is."

Mark sighed, placing his hands on his hips. "She's your mom. She's just looking out for you."

"Yeah right! She treats me like I'm 12! She doesn't let me have any fun at all!" 

I scooted myself on the floor so I was still kneeling but facing him, like an obedient pet looking up at her master. Then, still smiling innocently, I reached forward and rested a hand on his ankle, just barely firm enough so he could feel my fingers through his jeans. "But you'll be on my side, won't you Mark?" I pouted up at him. "When Mom says I can't stay out past midnight, you'll stick up for me, right? I mean seriously, I'm a college student!"

Mark's face tightened as he stared down at me. The way I was leaning forward, I knew he was looking right at my tits, round and firm, the busty top half swelling out of my little bra, framed by my caramel hair dangling down my slim frame. My thong was barely a few inches of material, stretched over my slender hips. I wondered if, with the way I was seated in front of me, Mark could see a peek of my pussy between my thighs, peering out from the corners.

"I…" For the first time, he seemed to be faltering. I could feel his body stiffen as I gently stroked his leg through his jeans. "Well…I'll stick up for whatever's good for you, Ashley."

I kept pouting. "That's just code for saying you'll always side with Mom!"

I could see sweat glistening on Mark's forehead as he stared down at me, and I had to fight hard to keep an excited giggle from bubbling out of me. "N-no…it's not." He cleared his throat. "I mean, sometimes I will…but sometimes I'll definitely side with you too."

"Really??" I beamed up at him, my amber eyes bright and delighted. "You'll let me use the car on more than just weekends? You'll let me stay out past midnight?"

"I…well…I didn't say that. Maybe I will, yeah."

I was still seated, kneeling on the cold laundry room floor, my butt resting on my upturned heels. Now, my hand slid further up his leg, stroking it innocently. Mark stiffened again – was there a bulge near the crotch of his jeans? I couldn't tell. Maybe it was just the fabric.

"Thanks, Mark!" I chirped. "You're gonna be such a great dad!"

At the word "dad," Mark gulped, and he quickly turned away from me. I knew the thoughts that were running through his head, as he was staring down at my dainty teenage body, in just a bra and a thong, flashing my nineteen-year-old smile up at him as I stroked his thigh. We were all alone, and I was so petite – he could easily have his way with me. But calling him dad reminded him just how perverted his thoughts were.

"I've always really liked you," I pressed on, my hand still gentle against his leg, gliding up and down, petting lightly. "You're a really sweet guy."

Mark cleared his throat, still staying composed. "Well, uh…thank you for the compliment, Ashley."

"You know, back when I first met you, I thought you were way out of my mom's league."

He chuckled. "Is that right?"

"Yeah, totally!" I nodded eagerly up at him, my caramel hair swaying across my bare shoulders as I did it. "Actually, when we first met, I kind of…um…oh forget it!"

Mark couldn't resist; he took the bait. "Um…no, no, it's okay. You kind of what?"

"Well…" I gave him a bashful smile. "I kind of…you know…had a crush on you."

Mark's face betrayed his surprise. He did his best to maintain his composure, but I could feel his leg shifting slightly, even as I continued to stroke it. Again I thought I saw a hint of a bulge in his pants as he shifted, but I still couldn't tell. "Ah…really?" he replied, trying to act casual.

"Yeah," I said, looking back down at my lap, ashamed. "It's so silly, isn't it?"

"No, no, of course not, Ashley," he said, responding to my embarrassment, dutifully comforting me. "It's not silly at all. It's just, you know…I'm a little old for you."

"I know," I said to my lap. "But you just seemed so…mature and experienced. In everything, I mean. And…"

I looked back up at him. His face looked a bit distressed as he stared down at me, as if he was trying to resist something. I restrained my grin – I knew it was me. I knew he was staring down at my half-clad, petite body, seated delicately in front of him, my long caramel hair dangling down my chest, my perky tits in their lacy fabric, my firm, round butt curving out from my tiny waist. My thong left nothing to his imagination, the tiny triangle of cloth disappearing between my bare thighs, covering only what it needed to. My soft amber eyes were all innocence and shyness as I smiled up at him, and at that moment my other hand reached forward and slid up his other leg, massaging his thighs oh-so-gently.

"…and…" I went on, watching him watch me. "…I…used to fantasize about you, too."

I was so shameless! It was such a thrill, though, acting the innocent little girl even as I did my best to seduce him, flaunting my little body as I described my desire for him. Mark cleared his throat again, loudly, and shifted his weight again. His eyes flickered up and down – he was trying to look away, but couldn't bring himself to. "A-ashley…" he said. His voice cracked, and I barely kept in my giggle. "That's…that's not something you should be saying. That isn't…not appropriate" he sputtered. " I think…I think I should go…"

He turned to head for the hallway, but I quickly grabbed hold of his pant legs with both hands. He could have easily pulled himself out of my grip anyway, but he didn't – he stayed still, half-turned, still looking down at me.

"Mark…" I said softly, my eyes now shy and pleading. "Since you're going to marry my mom soon, can I, um…ask you a favor?"

"Ah…" I could see him just barely shaking his head, struggling against his own morals, knowing that he should refuse. "I…I don't think that would be a good idea…"

"Please! Just a really quick one!" I gave him my best pouty, begging smile; the smile I knew worked on every boy and man on earth; the smile I used only when I was asking for something I really, really wanted. "Can I see it?"

Mark gave a loud cough, as if he was choking on his own breath, and took a half-step back, out of my reach. "W…what???"

I quickly scooted forward, still seated with my butt on my heels, placing my hands on his thighs again. My face was just about level with his crotch, and now, as I stared at it, I could finally see it – an undeniable bulge, thick and pressing against his jeans zipper. Excitement rushed through me.

"Please!" I kept pleading, unrelenting. "I just…I've fantasized about it so many times. I just want to see it once, for real!"

Mark was shaking his head more vigorously now, but he was no longer stepping back. His bulge was growing, straining against his pants. "No, Ashley…this is wrong…"

I ignored his refusal. My face was still pouting, my eyes pleading, as my hands left his thighs and eased over to his fly. He shuddered slightly as my fingers lightly rolled over his straining bulge. Deftly, I slid two fingers around the button of his jeans and quickly snapped it open, feeling the pants loosen as I did it, giving his erection a little more room to breathe.

"I promise I won't tell, Mark, I promise!" I said as I did it. "Please, I just want to look at it…"

Mark was still shaking his head, repeating his refusal. But even though the door was wide open, even though the hallway was right behind him – even though I wasn't even holding onto his pant legs anymore – he wasn't leaving the laundry room. He stood obligingly in front of me, watching me unzip his jeans even as he shook his head and told me no.

Gently, I eased the zipper of his fly all the way down, revealing my first look at his boxer-briefs. His cock was at full attention, so thickly erect that I could just barely see the tip pushing through the slit in front.

"No, Ashley…this isn't a good idea…" His voice was loud and firm as I gently tugged the jeans all the way down to his ankles.

"Ashley…no…"

My hands were back at his crotch, now lightly caressing him through his boxers. He shuddered again, and faltered, his lips moving but struggling to form words. "I…Ashley…no…"

With both hands I lightly grasped the elastic hem of his boxers and began to tug them up and over his throbbing bulge. His cock was absolutely huge – it seemed like I was going to rip his boxers in two, the way I had to pull them out so far just to slide them over his erect rod. I tugged them down to his ankles too.

Mark's cock was now only inches from my face, thick and throbbing, the smooth, velvety head lightly bouncing with each pulse. I couldn't help admiring his size. Mom's pretty lucky!

"Ashley…" Mark's protests were pointless now – his cock was already in full view. But he kept whispering them, his face pained, his voice struggling.

"Wow…" I sighed up at him, smiling, as I marveled at his manhood. I reached up and gently wrapped a hand around it, light and soft, encircling his shaft one by one with each finger. He really was huge – my small fingers only barely encircled his full girth. He shuddered again, violently, as my hand slid across his meat.

"Ashley…what are you doing…stop…"

"It's so big, Mark!" I purred, interrupting him. I gently began to caress his cock, lightly sliding one hand up and down the shaft, examining the feel of his smooth, hard skin against my fingertips. "I fantasized about it so many times…"

"Ashley…please…please…" Mark was sweating visibly now, and his breathing had grown harder. He was no longer protesting now – he was pleading. He had finally dropped the façade of refusing me; he knew that I was in complete control of him. And he was begging for mercy. The desperate tone of his voice, his helpless plea, it was too much. It sent a rush of pride rushing through my body and streaming down to my pussy, filling me with an eager, excited hunger. I shuddered in delighted lust. I had him in the palm of my hand – literally – and I wasn't going to let him go anytime soon.

"What does it taste like, Mark...?" I breathed out teasingly, my hand still stroking him up and down, watching as he danced and throbbed in my fingers. "I want to taste you..."

I leaned forward, my lips barely an inch from his fleshy head. "No, please…" He begged, shaking his head. "Ashley…please don't…oh fuck…"

Each plea sent a thrill of lust through me, only sealing his fate. Slowly, taking my time, I dipped my head forward and ran my lips across the bottom of his shaft, from base to tip, feeling his hot skin against my mouth.

"Fuck!" Mark cried out, his body stiffening. Back down I went, and this time I extended my soft, wet tongue, and once again I caressed him, licking his shaft, leaving a trail of my glistening slobber.

Mark shuddered again, and this time I felt his cock jolt against my lips, jerking in my grip. Now I ran my tongue up across his tip, watching as he jerked and shook. I drew circles with my tongue, running around and around the dome of his tip, coating it in a thick blanket of my drool.

"Mark, you taste delicious," I murmured. "Can I try one more thing?"

Mark gave only a pained grunt, his entire face red and sweaty as he shook it frantically. I leaned forward again, so my hot breath was on his cock, and once again I began to jerk him off, stroking from base to tip with my soft fingers.

"Can I suck your cock, Mark?" I whimpered. "Will you let me blow you?"

"Ah…please…Ashley, please…" He kept begging, refusing once again to answer, but this time I was going to wait. I was going to force him to answer me.

"Will you, Mark?" I repeated. "Will you please let me suck your cock?"

"Ah…I…"

I changed the question. "Do you want to be in my mouth?" I extended my tongue and gave him three quick kitty licks, light and teasing, wracking his body with another violent shudder.

He was silent, panting, struggling, his eyes full of distress as he stared down at me.

One more time. "Do you want me to suck your cock, Mark?"

At last, his reply came out as a strangled, desperate gasp: "Y…yes…"

My body radiated with lust and pride as I heard his resignation. I had won, he had given up, he was giving into his desire for me. I beamed sweetly up at him, wrapping my hand around the base of his meat. "Okay," I purred up at him. "If you want me to, then I will."

I leaned forward, staring at the tip of his pulsing meat, the tip still glistening with my drool. Mark was practically hyperventilating as he stared down at me, his face covered in sweat, his eyes pained and desperate. Gently I parted my lips, and with a soft sigh I eased him into my mouth, feeling his shaft press into my tongue.

"Ohhhh…." I could hear the relief oozing out of Mark as he groaned, and eagerly I took more of him in. His cock sank deeper into my mouth, the hot skin of his manhood sliding past my plump, wet lips and tongue. My mouth already felt full, he was so huge, pressing against the insides of my lightly puckered cheeks, spearing deep into my mouth. I opened my jaw wide as I pushed him further, feeling his girth stretch my lips wide as he plunged into the sheath of my mouth.

I ran my tongue up along the underside of his shaft, buried in my mouth, and he let out another loud groan as I began to lick hungrily at him. With a soft moan of my own, I began to gently bob myself back and forth on his meat, slurping and gulping noisily. My plump, wet lips were wrapped around his shaft as it plunged in and out, each time pressing and gliding against my tongue, piercing into my warm, eager mouth. I kept my hand wrapped around his base as I slurped, steadying him as I bobbed forward, easing him down with a loud smack of my lips.

"Ohhhh…" I felt Mark's hands sliding around the back of my neck, lightly gripping my long hair, cradling my head as I sucked at his meat. His hands were firm and strong, wrapped around my head, lightly urging me to take him even deeper. In response I gripped his bare thighs with both hands, using them to pull myself forward, rocking into his hips as his rod powered deep between my slobbery lips. His muscular legs were so big and my hands were so small – I felt like I was gripping a pair of tree trunks.

I was smacking and gurgling as I sucked him, his entire shaft glistening and dripping with slobber as it plunged in and out of my puckered mouth. More drool was now spilling out of my lips, starting to dribble down my chin in my enthusiasm. Each time I wanted to gulp him in further, pushing my lips down his rod, lapping eagerly at his meat with my tongue as if I could draw him in further. Now, as I slurped, I guided my amber eyes up at him. His face was still sweaty, but he was no longer panting. Instead, his breathing was steady as he stared down at me, his eyes wide and fixated on mine. He was staring down at his girlfriend's daughter; kneeling in front of him on the floor, my hair bundled up in his strong hands, the rest dangling down my back, swinging in rhythm as I rocked myself back and forth on his cock; a petite college student, half his age. My perky tits peeked out of my bra up at him, my bubble butt resting on my feet, also rocking slightly as I gulped him down. He seemed hypnotized by the sight of me, by his cock disappearing between my stretched, smacking lips, by my puppy dog eyes, staring back at him as I slurped.

"Ohhhh…yes…yes…" He was groaning over and over, like a soundtrack to my slurps and gurgles.

A wicked thought ran through my head, and I quickly popped him out of my mouth, raising his cock in my hand and lowering my head so I could lick at his shaft like an ice cream cone. His rod, now suspended above my face, was blanketed in my slobber, and a stream of it dribbled off the tip, splattering on my nose as I ran my tongue up and down his meat. I paused just long enough to say it:

"Does my mom suck your cock, too, Mark? Does Mom give you head like me?"

"Ohhhh fuck…" Mark's groan was pained and strangled, and for a moment I almost regretted my cruelty. He staggered slightly, unable to bring himself to pull away from my lapping tongue even though he desperately wanted to.

"This is wrong, Ashley…" he groaned, saying my name but talking mostly to myself. My mention of my mom was so merciless; it had returned him to reality, had reminded him of how wrong this was, how perverted and terrible he was in succumbing to me.

"It's okay, Mark," I cooed, between licks. "I won't tell her."

"Ahhh…oh God…this is wrong…"

I kept lapping at him, keeping him steady in my hand, running my tongue the full length of his meat, nosing him as I did it, feeling his shaft bounce up and down above my face. Teasing him was like a drug. I knew it was terrible, but I couldn't resist doing it over and over, even as he begged and pleaded.

"I bet she doesn't suck your cock, though, does she?" I said softly.

Mark groaned again in distress, refusing to answer.

"Or if she does…" I was now interspersing my teasing with my licking, running my tongue from the base of his shaft to the throbbing tip, and then talking only in the time it took me to return back to the bottom. "If she does…lick…I bet it's not as good…lick…as me…"

"Ashley…oh God…we have to stop…"

I ignored him. "She probably…lick…isn't as excited…lick…to do it. Lick. I know…lick…how to treat a cock." I paused for an extra long lick, flickering my tongue from side to side, covering the entire bottom half of his meat as I ran slowly, slowly up to the velvety tip. Then I stopped. 

"I'm better than Mom, aren't I, Mark?" I purred at him.

"Damnett…Ashley!" His cry burst out of him, and for the first time, I saw frustrated anger flash through his face. All of this was too much for him; me teasing him, slurping on his cock even when he asked me to stop; him unable to resist me even though he knew he should; and now, finally, I was comparing myself to my mom, to his fiancé, even going so far as to say I was better than her.

With a frustrated growl, he grabbed hold of my hair with both hands, large fistfuls of my caramel curls. He wrenched me back from his cock, hard. For a minute, I thought he would shove me away and storm out, perhaps even come after me, and my eyes flashed with fright. But instead, he pulled me back up to eye-level with the tip of his meat, and with a dangerous, almost animalistic ferocity, he pushed me forward.




Love Mother, Love Daughter



I gasped in surprise as I felt his cock push against my lips, his powerful hands shoving me forward, and I just barely recovered in time to part them and let him once more spear deep into the cocoon of my mouth. This time he wasn't letting me bob back and forth – he was gripping me hard by the hair, growling and grunting as he pushed me forward, forcing me to gulp him down. I wasn't prepared, and I gagged on his length, feeling my throat convulse and drool spill out of my lips, pouring down my chin and dribbling onto my tits and thighs below.

"Damnett, Ashley…fuck…fuck…" I had finally tipped him over the edge, and in frustration – half at himself, half at me – he was now giving himself fully over to his lust for me, to the desire he had struggled to contain. My lips smacked and gurgled as I felt him plunge in and out of my mouth, and I moaned as I struggled to keep up, licking frantically at him, sucking as best as I could. His size was so dominating – he was stretching and stuffing my mouth full, making me choke on his girth.

But at the same time my body was pulsing with excited lust, bursting with pride and eagerness. I had done this to him, I told myself – I had changed him from a loyal, moral boyfriend into a lustful animal; I had teased him so mercilessly that he was now fucking my mouth with equal ruthlessness, punishing me for being so shameless, for seducing him even when he begged me not to. I felt my own lust building at the thought of it, at the way he was yanking me back and forth, making my hair flop across my flushed face, making me moan and whimper as I struggled to handle his meat drilling into my mouth.

I felt my hands once again raise to his thighs and grip him hard, my fingernails digging into his skin, and eagerly I plunged myself forward, giving in to his harsh fucking, happily letting him shove my face deep against his shaft. My lips smacked as I moaned, my drool poured down my own chin, dripping continuously onto my lap, running down his balls as well. I slurped and gurgled and whimpered noisily, relishing each thrust of his cock, feeling the hard skin throb against my soft lips and tongue. 

My hands were tight on his legs, drawing me further, gulping him in hungrily; his hands were even tighter on the back of my head, shoving me forward like a ragdoll, powering his meat deep into my moaning, slobbery mouth. I could feel his lust, his frenzy, his animalism pulsing through his shaft, buried between my lips, and I responded with my own eagerness, slurping loudly, my moans begging him to plunge further and fiercer.

"Yes…yes…yes!" He was growling over and over as he stared down at me, watching me strain and whimper as I gulped in his pumping cock, watching my head and hair flop back and forth in his hands, my drool splattering off my chin in streams. My chest heaved as I panted, desperately trying to fit in breaths between his plunging, powering cock.

And then, there was a rumble downstairs. It was the garage door; my mother was home.

At once, Mark's grip loosened from my hair and fell down. In an instant, his animalism, his fierce, lustful wildness; all of it was gone. It was all replaced by a fear, realizing that we were barely a minute from being caught. "Shit!" he shouted. As I looked up at his face, I realized that he was about to bolt. No!!

I shook my head, feeling his cock press against the insides of my cheeks as I did it. I let out a loud moan, and gripping his thighs even harder, I pushed myself even deeper on his cock, spearing him far into my mouth, shoving him past my stretched lips and down my throat. Once again I gagged on his length, but I kept pushing forward, slurping and smacking and moaning, burying him deep in my mouth.

His cry was half-panicked, and his entire body jolted. "FUCK!! Oh God…Ashley, no…we have to stop…we have to…"

But I wouldn't listen. I knew what I wanted, and I was going to get it, even if my mom was home. Deep, so deep, I plunged his meat into my mouth, feeling him throb against my lips, licking hungrily, milking his cock like my life depended on it.

Downstairs, the door slammed, and I heard the click-clack of my mother's heels. "Hello?" she called out.

"No…no…" Mark whispered, but they were drowned out by my loud slurps and desperate whimpers. Drool gushed out of my lips, running in streams onto my bare thighs, some even pooling on the floor between my slim legs. My cheeks were rosy and flushed with effort, and my eyes were now teary as his shaft prodded again and again into my throat. But I suppressed my gag reflex as best as I could, and kept gulping and slurping.

"Mark?" I heard a loud clatter as my mom deposited the groceries on the kitchen table.

"Oh…ohh…fuck…" Mark's entire body was quivering as he whispered, and I realized that he wanted to shout out loud, that he was fighting to keep quiet. I knew what was next.

"Where is everyone?" my mom called out. I heard doors opening and shutting; she was looking through all the rooms downstairs.

I pushed extra deep with all my strength, and another gag ripped through my throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I slurped and moaned, my mouth stuffed to the brim with his throbbing shaft, my lips stretched and slobbery, my tongue pressed flat against the floor of my mouth by his sheer size. Mark was gasping desperately, his eyes as wide as saucers. I nodded at him, the motion rocking his buried cock up and down in my mouth, my teary eyes pleading. I know you're almost there! I was telling him silently. Do it now! Cum in my mouth!

That was all it took. Mark's hands returned to the back of my head, gripping me fiercely, and he let out a low, restrained growl – his entire body quaked with the effort of keeping it from growing into a shout. His cock swelled and bulged between my lips, throbbing as I slurped and gulped, so big that I thought it would split my mouth in two. Then, a second later, I felt it twitch and spasm, and a rush of warm, tangy cum spilled into my mouth. Even though I knew it was coming, I wasn't prepared, and as the second stream blasted across my tongue, I felt his jism overflow out of my lips, dribbling onto my drool-coated chin.

"Fuck…fuck…fuck…" he was whispering, and with each whisper another stream of cum powered into my mouth, spurting through his throbbing shaft, flooding my mouth with his seed. I swallowed frantically and hungrily, feeling his hot cum run down my throat into my stomach, even as I continued to slurp on his pulsing rod. More cum was coming, so much of it, still washing across my tongue, tangy and salty, filling my mouth and spilling onto my chin. A second time I swallowed, a full gulp of Mark's thick seed. Then a third time, struggling to keep up with his copious orgasm.

"Ohhh…fuck…" Mark whispered. His body was still quaking and his cock was still throbbing as he emptied himself in my mouth, pumping me full of his cum. One last twitch and spurt, shooting the thick seed on my tongue, and again I swallowed, immediately accepting his deposit. For one long, wonderful second, I kept him deep in my mouth, enjoying the feel of his hard cock in my mouth, letting him relish my lips wrapped around his shaft while he recovered from his orgasm.

"Mark? Ashley?" My mom's voice was nearer; she was standing at the foot of the stairs.

I quickly wrenched myself off him with a loud gurgle, letting go of his thighs, getting to my feet. At the same time, Mark hurriedly reached down for his jeans and boxers, wrenching them up to his waist, yanking the zipper up, buttoning them.

"Geez, where are you guys?" There were steps on the stairs; Mom was coming up. In only a few seconds, she would be in the upstairs hallway, able to see the light on in the laundry room. I quickly bolted out the door, in my bra and thong, and sprinted down the hall to my bedroom, closing the door.

My slobber from messily sucking Mark's cock had splattered all across my body; on my tits, my chin, my neck, and all across my thighs, in thin glistening streams. Mark's cum was coated on my lips, dripping down my chin too – too much of it for me to swallow at once. I grinned eagerly at my reflection in my bedroom mirror; a petite girl in a lacy bra and thong, her long hair tousled and messy from being grabbed by her mom's boyfriend, her chin messy and coated in his cum and her own drool

"Mark? Oh, there you are," I heard my mom saying out in the hallway. "For God's sake, I was calling for you downstairs forever. Were you up here the entire time?"

"Oh, yeah," Mark's voice was impressively steady, sounding completely normal. "I guess I couldn't hear you over the washing machine."

"Oh, okay." My mom readily accepted the excuse. "Where's Ashley? I want to tell her the good news!"

"Oh, um…" I could hear Mark pause as he thought. "Well, I think she's in her room…but you know, she might be asleep."

"Oh. Well I'll go check!" My mom chirped happily.

"Actually…" Mark started, but I could already hear my mom's heels clicking on the hallway outside. She knocked on the door just as I took a flying leap into my bed, yanking the blankets around me.

The door clicked open. "Ashley?" My mom's face peeked through the crack at the exact moment that I raised my hand to my mouth and chin, wiping away the glistening streams of my slobber and the unmistakable white droplets of Mark's cum.

"Oh, hi Mom!" I said, my hand still at my chin, carefully making sure I wiped up every trace of Mark's seed.

My mom laughed. "Drooling in your sleep again?"

I raised my hand to my lips, sucking silently, tasting the drops of Mark's cum, salty and thick, on my tongue. "Yeah, I guess so," I said sheepishly. The odor of his seed was still in my mouth and nose even as I smiled back at my mom, but I didn't swallow. I wanted to be tasting his cum the entire time I talked to her.

"Well, I didn't want to wake you, but since you're already up, I have some great news. Mark and I are engaged!"

"Really???" I replied, feigning surprise and excitement. "That's so awesome, Mom!"

"Yes, I'm so excited!" she said through the doorway. "Well, we can talk about it more in the morning, but I just couldn't wait to tell you. All right. Good night, Ashley."

"Night, Mom." The door clicked behind her, and I grinned eagerly to myself. Finally, I took my last gulp of Mark's cum, feeling it run down my throat. As I settled down to sleep, I could remember every part of it; the feel of his cock in my mouth, his hands on the back of my head, his torrents of thick seed, flooding and overflowing out of my whimpering lips. And his face, so desperate at first, unable to resist me, only to give in to his lust at the end, turning fierce and dark with his crazed desire for me. I wriggled in my bed in pride, thinking about it.

A few hours later, I woke up to the sound of pounding under me and a soft, muffled wailing; my mom's headboard banging against the wall once more, her shrieks and cries of lust as Mark pleasured her, pounding his cock into her cunt just as he plunged into my little mouth. Thump-thump-thump; over and over the bed slammed into the wall.

I grinned in the dark. You dog, Mark! You shoved your cock into my mouth, you let me suck you, and now you're fucking my mom! You're going to shoot your cum in both mother and daughter tonight! I giggled to myself as I rolled over and closed my eyes, falling asleep to wonderful dreams.

***

From then on, Mark did his best to stay away from me. He still loved my mom, and as much as he enjoyed watching me slurp on his meat, as much as he enjoyed pumping his cum into my stomach, I knew he also was too much of an upstanding guy to succumb easily to that again. But I was hooked. I wasn't going to give up that easily.

Since my mom still didn't know anything, he couldn't explain to her why he didn't want to spend time at our house without hurting her feelings. He would edge them away from eating dinner or spending the night at our home as much as possible, but he couldn't do it all the time without being suspicious. And every time he came over, I was there. 

One night, while they sat at our table eating a candlelight dinner, I happened to come back from the gym, sweaty and glistening, my cheeks rosy and flushed just like that night in the laundry room, my slim little body clad only in a tight sports bra and a pair of bike shorts, tight around my firm butt, barely reaching the tops of my thighs. Or another night, while they snuggled together on the couch watching a movie, I pretended to go out for a night of clubbing with my girlfriends. I left in a short minidress, my perky tits peeking out of the V-neck top just like they did when I kneeled in front of him and gulped down his cock, the hem flopping up and down against my ass with each step I took in my knee-high boots, my hips swinging. But ten minutes later I came back in and announced my girls canceled on me, and so I watched the movie with them, seated in the chair next to the couch in my dress, pouting at my ruined night. My bare legs spread out from under my dress, and each time I crossed or uncrossed them, I knew that Mark was unable to stop himself from glancing over my mom's shoulder at the peeking triangle of my thong, clearly visible under the short hem.

Finally, it seemed he had enough. For two straight weeks, he managed to avoid being at our house at all. Then, on a Monday morning, my mom told me on her way out the door to work that Mark would be dropping something off for me.

"What is it?" I asked cheerfully, seated at the breakfast table in my pajamas.

"It's a bridesmaid dress," she said, picking up her briefcase. "I'm trying to decide on the design and I want to see how it looks on you."

"Okay. No problem."

"Thanks, honey. Oh, and be nice to Mark, by the way."

"Why?" I asked, nothing but innocence.

"He seems nervous around you, more so than before. I think he's worried about being your step-father."

I grinned to myself. "Yeah, probably."

"So just be kind to him, okay? Make him feel welcome. Let him know what you're like underneath."

I kept grinning. "You got it, Mom."

By the time Mark got to our house, I was already prepared. My outfit was carefully chosen; a checkered, frilled miniskirt that I had bought for a schoolgirl costume last Halloween; short and sexy, tight around my slim waist and just barely stretching past the bottom of my butt, flipping teasingly in the air with each step I took. I matched it with a pair of black heels, so my hips swayed back and forth as I walked, accenting the flop of the little skirt even more. On top I wore a tight-fitting white T-shirt, the material so sheer and stretched that it was practically see-through, hugging my petite figure, my perky tits straining against the fabric, so well-shaped in the tight blouse that I might as well have been topless. I couldn't help grinning in eager anticipation as I modeled my outfit in front of the mirror, twirling around, watching as the miniskirt rode up my ass in the reflection, revealing the thin strap of my thong. I was shamelessly slutty; as soon as Mark saw me he would know that I was putting on a show for him. But I didn't care. At this point it didn't matter.

I heard his car pulling in downstairs and quickly hurried down. I saw him before he saw me, wandering through the living room carefully holding the dress, peering around corners as if he was sneaking through someone else's house. I giggled and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hi Mark!" I beamed.

He whirled around. "Oh…hi Ashley." Immediately I saw his gaze travel down my body, taking in the tight-fitting blouse, my chest thrust out at him, my petite figure on display. I had my hands on my slim hips as I grinned up at him, my little miniskirt barely reaching the tops of my thighs, the curve of my butt clearly outlined in the frilled fabric as I stood in my heels. My long hair dangled down my shoulders, topping off my tight-fitting outfit. I could see his face darkening as he took in the nubs of my nipples poking out of my shirt (I had decided to go braless), the slight shadow of the bottom of my ass poking out of my miniskirt. He was remembering the way my dainty figure looked in my bra and panties as I kneeled in front of him on the floor, slurping noisily on his meat, swallowing his cum, milking his cock to orgasm even after we heard my mom downstairs. I could see his lust reluctantly building in his eyes, even as he tried to resist it.

"Nice outfit," he said, staring down at the floor. "Going out?"

"Nope," I giggled, and I took a step closer to him, my heels clicking on the floor. "Just waiting for you."

He looked back up at my flirty response, his dark brown eyes staring right into my amber ones. I could see his gaze flickering down to my mouth, imagining the feel of my soft lips once more wrapped around his shaft. He wanted me, so badly – but he was still refusing to give in. He probably felt so terribly guilty; fucking his fiancé just hours after pumping his cum into her daughter's stomach. He was never going to succumb to that again, he was telling himself. I could feel a thrill running through my chest just thinking about it.

Mark cleared his throat, preparing to say something he had planned for a while. "Ashley," he said, taking a step back. "Look…" He was staring back down at the floor, as if he could only speak when he wasn't looking at me. "Your mother and I are very much in love. And I…what happened that one night, it…" Mark raised a hand to his forehead; he was sweating. "…it just can't happen again, all right? Please…as one adult to another, I'd like to request that we make sure it never happens again."

I nodded sweetly up at him. "Okay," I said, agreeing instantly. "I understand. It won't happen again."

My answer caught him off guard, and he stared at me blankly for a few seconds. Then he smiled. "Thank you, Ashley. I really appreciate it."

"So this is the dress, huh?" I said, taking it from him, changing the subject. "I guess I'll go try it on!"

"Oh…" he started. "Actually, you don't need to right now..."

But I was already gone. I trotted quickly out of the living room, my heels echoing on the floor, putting a little extra sway into my hips with each step. I could feel my miniskirt swishing against my thighs, and I knew Mark was watching me as I left. I walked into my mom's bedroom, leaving the door wide open, and stopped in front of the floor-length mirror. In the next second, I slipped off my blouse and miniskirt, tossing them both on the floor where they were obviously visible. I pulled the dress out of the bag; a typical fancy-shmancy dress, light green and regal, the skirt reaching down to my ankles with a knee-high slit going up one side. I gently stepped into it, making sure not to catch my heels on the fancy fabric, slipping it over my naked tits and slim shoulders. And then, when I was done, I trotted back out into the living room. I had half-hoped Mark would follow me into the bedroom, but he was still waiting in the living room, proper and courteous.

"Mind zipping me up?" I smiled innocently at him. Once again his eyes started to drift down my body, but this time he caught himself. For a moment he hesitated – he was reluctant to bring his hands close to my body.

"Oh come on, Mark!" I sighed. "I can't try it on without your help!"

Finally he nodded. "Sure…sure, of course." He stepped forward and reached out, expecting me to turn around. But instead, I headed back into my mom's bedroom, my heels still clacking. He had no choice but to follow.




Love Mother, Love Daughter



I stood in front of the mirror, the unzipped back of the dress dangling across my slim figure. He cleared his throat again, and came to stand behind me. "Just zip it all the way up?" He asked, his voice gruff.

"Yup." I reached behind me and bundled up my long caramel hair, revealing my back to him. A second later I felt his fingertips tickling my skin. He was looking now at my naked back – he knew I wasn't wearing a bra. I stared at him in the reflection; his head was bent down as he worked the zipper upwards, his fingers brushing again and again on my smooth skin. I leaned just slightly back against him, so the back of his hand was now pressed firmly against my bare skin. The fabric tightened around my slender body, and Mark quickly stepped back.

"Okay," he said quickly, sounding relieved. "All done."

"Thanks," I smiled at him. Then I twirled around in the mirror, the dress swaying around my dainty legs, my hair fluttering across my face. I stopped facing him, my amber eyes looking up into his face. "What do you think?"

He ran a hand through his hair, looking away, refusing to let his gaze run across my body one more time. "It looks good."

"Oh, Mark!" I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Come on, be a little more helpful! Does it fit right? How's the fabric?"

He nodded curtly again, still looking away. "It's fine. I think it's very pretty on you."

He's being so stubborn!  I took another step forward, my little body just inches from his, my face hovering above his shoulder. If this was going to work, I'd have to turn it up a notch.

"Seriously, Mark," I asked, my voice a little more soft and intimate. "Is the top too tight? It feels a little tight to me." I reached up and gently cupped my tits in the fabric, pushing them up slightly, feeling them bulge against my fingers.

At last, he couldn't resist. His eyes drifted down to me, staring at me as I handled my own tits, pushing them back and forth in my fingers, the soft mounds dancing in my hands, the fabric of the dress sliding across my slim frame with the motion. The entire time I stared back up at him, my bright amber eyes watching his face – watching him imagine my naked tits underneath my dress, sliding back and forth. "…Fine…" he said, a little distracted. "They…I mean…it looks fine." I smiled and looked down too, pretending to examine the dress. And then I saw it; a bulge in his pants, pressing out against the fabric, a thick mound. The sight of me in my tight shirt and miniskirt, and now playing with my tits underneath my bridesmaid dress; it was too much for him. A sparkling grin burst across my face – I just couldn't keep it in.

Quickly I twirled back around, facing the mirror. I sidled next to him, so that my bare arm pressed against his, my hair just barely tickling his shoulder. "So this is what we'll be like, huh? On the altar, I mean."

Mark chuckled softly, shifting on his weight. "Well, actually…" He took a few steps over. "You'll be over there, and I'll be around here."

"Hmm…" I bit down on my lower lip. Then, I slipped back next to Mark, once again pressing against his arm, rubbing my petite body next to him. I put on my best pout and stared up at him, my amber eyes glittering, leaning into his shoulder.

"I think…" I purred softly, "…I like it right here."

Mark jolted, and he quickly looked up and away, refusing to meet my pouty stare. "Ash-Ashley…" he stuttered. "I thought…we just talked about this…" He took a step back, and then jolted again; he had run into the bed. His eyes were wide and his face was twitching – he looked so desperate, I half-expected him to bolt out of the room like an escaping prisoner.

I turned to face him. "I know," I cooed. "But I just can't resist it, Mark…you're all I can think about…" My voice was getting quieter with each word, just barely a whimper now.

"Ah…Ashley…look…" He was leaning back away from me, tipping precariously over the bed. His gaze was flickering towards the hallway now, but as I stepped forward I could feel the bulge in his jeans against my leg, pressing against the fabric, throbbing with passion. He knew that with every second, the chance of getting out of the room became dimmer and dimmer.

"That night," I kept talking, whispering now. "in the laundry room, Mark…it was so wonderful…" As he leaned backwards I leaned forwards, and now I was nearly whispering in his ear, my breath tickling his neck. "…the feel of your cock on my lips…your hands in my hair, pulling me back and forth…"

With a gasp, Mark toppled backwards, falling at last onto the bed, seated on the edge, staring up at me in shock. His erection was now a thick mound bursting out of the crotch of his pants. As soon as he sat down I stepped forward again, straddling him, my heels rubbing against his ankles, the fabric of my dress draped across his thighs, my perky chest just inches from his face. And my slim hips, with my little pussy in between, hovering just barely above his swollen, straining cock.

I reached down for his fly even as I stood over him. "You tasted so good," I whimpered, as my prowling fingers found the jeans button. "You were even better than in my fantasies." The button was undone – now I was at his zipper. "Your cum, Mark…" I closed my eyes and teasingly licked my lips. His zipper was hanging open, and my fingers slipped into the depths of his pants. "…it was so delicious!" I purred.

Mark stared up at me, sweating, speechless. He could have pushed away my prowling fingers, he could have stood up and walked away, but he didn't. He couldn't. A second later I found my prize, and he jolted upwards as my soft fingers closed once more around his rock-hard meat, gently pulling away his boxers, freeing his cock completely. 

At last he let out a soft groan, closing his eyes, feeling my hand gently grasp his shaft, and his body shuddered with forbidden pleasure. "Fuck…" he moaned.

I grinned. "Oh, Mark" I purred in his ear. "Only if you want to."

Mark's eyes popped open in shock. His eyes were still on mine, and then an expression of pained desperation swept across his face. His mouth tightened and his jaw clenched, and then I suddenly felt his hands sliding up my thighs, grazing across my slim legs through the thin fabric of the dress. His face was so tight and distressed, and I suddenly realized that he was completely overwhelmed by inner struggle. His body craved for mine; he lusted so eagerly after the slender teenage body that I was shamelessly offering to him. But he was thinking about how wrong it was; about how many times he had pledged and swore to himself never to do anything with me again; how hard he had worked to stay from me. His entire body was tense and trembling, as if every muscle in him was taut with the effort of resisting me.

It was too much; the sight of him struggling so desperately, so powerfully to resist me; the thought that my body and my seduction had turned him into a helpless mess, willing to throw away every one of his morals just for another taste of me. I felt my body wash over with lust, overwhelmed with a thrilled hunger, and in an instant my pussy was aching and wet, crying out for him.

"Well?" I smiled slyly at him. "Do you?"

I leaned forward, and reached down to grab the folds of the dress, pulling them upwards, revealing my heels and my slender legs. Up and up, I bunched up the fabric, over my thighs and slim hips, over my silky thong. I hitched the bridesmaid dress up over my waist, my firm butt gazing back at Mark in the mirror behind me. Now his hands were grazing my bare legs as I stood over him, straddling his lap. His cock, still gently clasped in my hand, was standing at full attention, and now the erect tip was barely a couple inches from the silky material of my thong. My twat was hot and dripping at just the thought of it.

Mark was watching every move, his eyes focused on my dainty legs, on his fingers as he grazed my soft skin, on my hands as I hitched the dress up, silently offering myself to him.

Then, he looked back up at me. "Ashley…" he whispered. All of a sudden, there was no reluctance in his voice, or desperation, or any sign of inner struggle. Instead, he said my name almost reverently, like he was worshipping me.

In response, I leaned forward and pressed my lips deep against his, feeling his lust rush through his mouth. He returned the kiss, fierce and hot, his mouth engulfing mine. A second later our tongues met, simultaneously slipping out of our mouths at matching speeds, tangling with each other. For several long seconds we kissed, our lips sliding across the other's, making my body tingle with lust. I felt Mark's hands slide further, drifting to the backs of my thighs and then up, up over the firm curve of my ass, squeezing very gently, just hard enough to feel my soft skin in his fingers. As I caressed his cock, he gently slid his hands further up, until finally, they reached the string of my thong.

I broke the kiss, meeting his gaze. His eyes were wide and hopeful. There was no struggle left in his face; the sight of me straddling him as I pulled my dress up; the feel of my hand on his cock and my lips on his; it had broken him. He had given up all of his morals, and all that was left was his desire for me.

"Take it off," I whispered to him. "Pull it down to my ankles."

Before I had even finished, he was obeying. His fingers gently gripped the silky material, and slowly he tugged the thong down, over the generous lobes of my ass, past my stretched thighs. I delicately stepped out of it, untangling one high heel from the strings at a time, leaving it discarded at his feet.

My dress was hitched up over my hips, my underwear was on the floor. Now my naked pussy was hovering just inches over his thick, throbbing cock. She was swollen with lust, dripping with anticipation, aching to be filled by Mark's manhood. He was still staring up at me with that reverent gaze, awestruck.

"Ashley…" he whispered to me, his voice hoarse and his lips dry.

"Mark…" I whispered back. My amber eyes gazed intently at his, and both of ours were glittering with excitement and desire. "Do you want to fuck me?" I whimpered to him, breathing heavily. My pussy felt like it was throbbing, I wanted him so bad.

"Yes…" he whispered back immediately.

"Yes…what?"

"Yes…I want to fuck you." His voice rose now, to a normal level. "God…I want to fuck you so bad, Ashley…I want you so bad…" His hands tightened around my hips, drawing me forward.

His voice was tense with desire, and I couldn't take it any longer. I leaned forward, resting my hands on his shoulders for balance, carefully positioning myself over him. Slowly, trembling, I began to lower my hips towards his.

"Oh God…" he whispered, his grip tightening around my slim hips, watching as my pussy slowly lowered to meet his hard cock. With a loud, fierce sigh, I eased down onto him, and my entire body shuddered with pleasure as his thick rod sank into me, pressing into my dripping twat, plunging in between her soft lips.

"Oooh…."

"Ohhh…"

We both moaned out loud in unison, and I felt Mark pull me further towards him, tipping me forward. Now I was leaning on him, my hands clutching his shoulder, depending on him for balance as I straddled his lap on the edge of my mother's bed. His grip was tight around my little waist, and I felt him pushing me down, urging me to take more of his shaft. Each inch felt like it was stuffing my entire body. I thought I couldn't possibly take any more, that he had filled me completely – and then he would push even further, plunging another inch into my aching pussy, making me shudder and whimper with lust.

Gently, gingerly, I was slowly lowering myself on his rod, sheathing him bit by bit in my red-hot cunt. But just then, Mark's hips jutted upwards, his body unable to contain his lust any longer. In a single instant, his cock powered upwards, the bed groaning as he lifted himself, and suddenly, the entire length of his shaft was buried within my pussy, stuffing me completely, his balls pressed against the swollen lips of my cunt. Involuntarily, I bucked and shuddered against his grip, and my body burst out with lust – I felt like he was splitting me in two.

"Ohhhh my God…" I arched my back and my head sank back as I moaned. Mark was completely inside me now, his full length plunging into the soft folds of my twat, throbbing and thick in her little canal. For several seconds I trembled and moaned in his grasp, as if my body had to take a moment to recover from accepting all of him. But then, I felt my legs starting to grind against him, sliding myself up and down on his lap, and I moaned even louder as I began to gently pump his cock.

"Ohhhh yesss…"

At the same moment, I felt Mark's hands sliding up my back, and then a soft zipping sound – he was unzipping my back, reversing what he had done just five minutes ago. I was slowly rocking up and down on his lap, feeling his cock slide and press in and out of my cunt, and each soft thrust pierced through me and sent moans and whimpers gliding out of my lips. The fabric of my dress loosened from my slim frame, and then Mark's fingers were on the material, gently pulling it off my shoulders. I let go of his shoulders just long enough to let him slide the straps of the dress down my arms. Fully loose now, the top sagged off my body, collapsing to my waist.

Mark let out a low, admiring groan. My perky, naked tits were just inches from his face, firm and soft, the two puffy nipples staring back at him as I rocked on his meat. He leaned forward and his mouth was on them instantly. I shuddered gently as his lips rubbed against the red, sensitive nubs, feeling the thrills of lust pulse through my chest. At the same time, his hands went back to the small of my arched back, pulling me forward as I rocked his shaft into me, again and again.

"Ohhh…ohhhh…" My moans and whimpers were rhythmic now, and I turned my head to stare at us in the mirror over my shoulder.

It was only then that I realized how small I was in comparison to Mark. I was a little girl bouncing on the lap of a giant, his muscular frame looming behind my petite figure in the reflection. His hands looked so big and powerful wrapped around me; the two of them alone almost fully encircled my waist. My slender legs strained with my rocking, my heels digging into the carpet, my hair flopping on my back as I grinded into his cock.

My dress was now only a pile of color around my waist, the undone top sagging down to my lap, the skirt hitched up over my bouncing hips. The fancy fabric was nothing but a heap around my waist, flopping uselessly around on the bed as we fucked. My bridesmaid dress – I suddenly realized that this was the same dress I would wear at my mom's wedding. This was the dress I would wear when she and Mark would marry, and now here I was, bouncing on her bed, grinding my petite body on her boyfriend's cock, his fingers eagerly shoving aside the fabric to grab at my little waist instead.

The thought was too much for me. I was a brazen, shameless slut; I had done the worst thing of all – I had stolen someone else's boyfriend. And not just "someone's" – my mother's! Her fiancé! My body was wracked with a shudder of lust and pleasure as the thought washed over me, and at that moment I pressed my dainty body into Mark's, rocking hungrily up and down on him. His throbbing meat pounded into my cunt, stretching her wide, filling my aching body with his thick, hard shaft. Up and down I went, pumping his cock, my hair flopping everywhere, my back arched and my cheeks rosy and flushed. Each thrust between my hips seemed to pierce all the way through my chest, powering between my bouncing tits. I could feel his lust pulsing through his shaft as he stuffed my twat, deep and hard, ravishing my petite body. His grip was tight around my waist, pulling me down onto him as he drilled into me, my hips colliding with his, feeling his ballsac press against my soft skin each time I bucked back down onto his lap and buried his meat inside me.

"Yes…oooh…yes!" I moaned and wailed out my pleasure, hearing my voice mix with his low groans, with the creak of the bed as we bounced and fucked on it, with the sashaying sound of my heaped dress sliding back and forth on his lap. He was so deep and so unbelievably big, stretching and sliding into the sheath of my pussy, his strokes so hard that they began to thrust me upwards as I bucked on top of him.

His face was fierce and hungry as he stared at me, watching my petite body bounce on his shaft, watching as he grinded himself into my twat, his hands forcing me back down on his lap each time I rocked upwards. His eyes were wide and fixed, hypnotized by the sight of my bucking hips, and his mouth was slack-jawed. Is this how he looks when he fucks Mom?

"Is this how my mom fucks you?" I panted out loud as I bucked on top of him. "Does she ride your cock too, Mark?"

"Uggggh!!" Just like in the laundry room, Mark's groan was frustrated and pained – he had just managed to drive out the thought of my mother and his betrayal and now I had forced it back into his mind. His grip tightened painfully around my little waist, and in his frustration he began to buck extra-hard into my swollen twat, sending me bouncing upwards as he drilled into me, and each long thrust sent a moan of pleasure bursting out of my lips.

"Is this how – oh – is this how Mommy looks – Yes! – when you fuck her? Does she...ohh…does she whimper just like me?" I returned his fierce thrusts with my own, bucking hard into him, listening to the slap of my hips against his as his cock slammed into my pussy.

"Stop….fuck, Ashley…stop…" Mark groaned, even as his thrusts grew even harder, powering his full length into my petite body. I knew that it was torture for him to think about my mom now. He had resigned himself to his lust for me, and thinking about her now just made him remember how terrible it was. But I was merciless. I ignored his pleas – I kept talking.

"Does she keep her heels on too, Mark? Does she…ohhh…does she wear dresses this fancy when she fucks you?" I rocked hard into him, eagerly burying his meat inside of me, my body wracked and shuddering with lust as he ravished me, delighted thrills running down my spine with each word I said. "You know, Mark…ooh!...this is the dress I'll wear when you marry Mom! You can…ah!...you can think about it during the wedding…about how you fucked your wife's daughter, in that exact dress…"

Mark let out an angry howl; I could feel his frustration at me growing. His face had darkened, and his glare was so deep that I was starting to get frightened. But as his frustration grew, so did his strength as he bucked and powered into me, and I wanted more. My body craved for his cock each time it slipped out of my aching cunt, and I wanted it even harder and deeper inside of me.

"Maybe…after the wedding… Oh! After the wedding, we can sneak out and find some empty room…" I panted, my chest heaving as I thrust my hips into his, my lust spurring me on. "…I'll…keep this dress on again…"

"ARGHH!!" Mark's howl echoed through the house, and suddenly I felt him rising. At that moment, genuine fear swept through me. I had finally crossed the edge, I told myself; I had gone too far with my teasing, and sent him into a rage that he couldn't control. My body quivered slightly as I felt his hands clasp my waist hard, and he rose off the bed. I gasped softly as I felt my high heels leave the ground; Mark was standing now in front of the bed, and he had picked me up effortlessly, my slender legs dangling, my useless bridesmaid dress hanging off my slim hips.