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Goodnight

By: Simon_Magus



I was nothing more than just your average run of the mill geek in college, but I was always the nice guy and not bad looking as I have been told. There was this girl. We were friends and we attended a local college so we didn't have to spend money on apartments by living at home. She was a cheerleader; normally the kind of girl that a person like me would never be around. She was the most beautiful one on the squad and yet she wasn't the typical cheerleader because she never went out with the biggest jocks. I guess I should get to describing her. Her name was Sabrina and she had long brown hair and stood around 5' 7". Her breasts were just the right size and in the perfect shape. She worked out at the gym sometimes so her stomach was flat and very tone. 

We were about half way into the last semester of our senior year when she came up and asked me to come over. That was nothing new; I had been over to her house before. This was different because she had made it seem important that I bring pajamas. I asked her later about the urgency, but she wouldn't tell me and would only tell me that she would really like it if I just did as she asked. I could never say no to that pretty face. Especially with all of the hormone driven thoughts flying through my head.

Later that night I did as she asked and showed up at her house, I had left the pajamas in my car, not knowing what it mattered having them. I went up and knocked at the door. After a few minutes the door opened. I was expecting one of her parents to answer the door, but it was her sister that opened the door. Her name was Angel and she was 18, a couple years younger than Sabrina. Angel was 5' 6" and had shoulder length blonde hair, other than that she was just like her sister. She was wearing a silk slip that she probably wore to bed.

"I thought she told you to bring pj's," Angel said giving me a peculiar smirk.

"Um, yeah, they're in my car," I spilled out. I quickly ran to the car and got the pajamas.

I walked in the door and Angel told to change into the pajamas. I went into the bathroom and changed into my pajamas. My pajamas were nothing more than a big shirt and shorts. When I came out I walked into the living room and sat on their expensive leather couch. I had never sat in so much comfort. Their parents never let me sit on it because they argued that "they didn't know where I had been and didn't want me ruining the leather," apparently they loved that couch more than I could understand. After a few minutes of relaxing on the couch Angel came and sat next to me, I was sitting in the middle of the couch. Soon after that Sabrina finally came out. She was stunning. She was standing in front of me in nothing but a tight, short t-shirt and a pair of high cut panties covered with a floral design printed on them. 

"So what do you think?" she said putting her hands on her hips and giving me a sexy wink.

"My God your sexy," I blurted out. Long ago she had just accepted the behavior of the average horny male, and I think she even enjoyed it.

"What about me?" Angel said as she leaned over and kissed me a few times on the neck and cheek.

"Come now sister," Sabrina said, "let me have my fun." And having said that she pulled out a deck of cards. Angel got up and sat in the middle of the room. Sabrina had joined her and instructed me to do the same. Now we were sitting in a circle around a deck of cards.

"Now what the deal is," she said staring into my eyes, "is that we each draw a card, and then whoever has the highest card is in command. Whoever gets the lowest card gets to be the slave, and the person who gets the middle card just gets to enjoy the night without obligation to anyone." She cut the deck in a very specific way. I drew the first card. I didn't look to see what card I got. The sisters drew in turn. All at once we showed our cards. I had gotten the highest card, but the sisters seem really surprised that Angel had gotten the lowest card. It was explained to me later that the deck was stacked, but Sabrina goofed. 

"I guess I'm stuck as the slave," Angel said. Sabrina had disappeared for a minute. When she had returned, she had a collar with her. She sat behind her sister and put the collar around her sister's neck. There was a chain on the collar, which she put into my hands.

"She is yours to command," Sabrina said.

"Ok then," I said with a grin. "French kiss your sister Angel." 

Angel and Sabrina looked at each other and hesitated for a second, but Angel moved in closer to her sister. Her hands lightly held her sister on her neck and pressed her lips against Sabrina's. Angel's tongue started to probe her sister's mouth. Their eyes were closed and they seemed to be enjoying the kiss despite the initial reluctance. I started to get excited at these sisters. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, they separated. Angel came and sat at my feet, awaiting my next command. My cock was tingling at the possibilities.

"Angel, I want you to undress," I commanded. She stood up facing me and slipped the straps of her slip fall off her shoulders and she was now standing naked in front of me. She returned to her position at my feet. Sabrina came and sat beside me on the leather couch and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She lifted her arms and pulled her shirt over her head tossing it. 

"Angel, suck Sabrina's tits," I commanded. Angel crawled up to her sister and engulfed her sister's superb tits in her mouth. Massaging one in her mouth and the other with her hand. Sabrina was in ecstasy. Angel was a master of sucking tits. Sabrina looked over to me with pure lust in her eyes. Her hands reached over to my pants and unzipped them. Her hands wrapped around my dick and started pump. Sabrina was close to orgasm; her face was flush and she was breathing hard. She was now pumping my cock with a furious force. Suddenly she stopped giving me a hand job and bent over and started sucking me instead. Angel was having a hard time keeping her mouth on Sabrina's tits.

"Angel, help your sister," I commanded feeling ecstasy. Angel stopped sucking her sister's tit and turned to my cock. Now I had both sisters sucking my rod with a determination that had never been seen. They both looked really turned on to be sharing a cock. It wasn't long before I blew my load all over the two of them. 

I just couldn't believe what had happened. I had the hottest women in school suck me and I got to blow my load all over them. They just sat there in front of me with their faces and tits glistening with my cum.

"So how long do I get to keep my slave," I asked not wanting this to end.

"She is at your command whenever you see her," Sabrina said. In such disbelief of the whole situation I laid my head back and fell asleep.

Goodnight



SCENARIO --- Couple just gets back form a fancy dinner and evening on the town. Both are dressed appropriately and have now returned to the man's home. Neither of them knows what to expect from the rest of the evening.

The lights dimmed as the entered the room. Both of them knew what they wanted from this evening, but did not know how to offer it. The room was now barely lit. Silhouettes of the objects around them could be seen and only close up could you see detail in anything.

That doesn't mean she didn't know the man that stood behind her. Even without the lights, she could see every detail of his face in her mind's eye. She had been admiring how handsome he was all night. She had to stop herself from staring more then once this evening.

A shiver ran through her as she felt his hands run over her bare shoulders. They were gentle and ran softly down here arms. They eventually crossed, his chest now pressing against her back, his arms wrapped around her. His hands lay gently on her stomach. 

She could feel his breath against her neck, sending another shiver down her spine. They stood there for what she would guess to be a minutes. In his arms though, it felt like forever. She did not want him to let go. In his arms, she felt warm. She felt safe.

His breath became warmer as she knew he was moving closer. His lips gently grazed her neck before placing small kisses against it. They slowly moved upward towards her ear. She gave a quick gasp as he kissed gently against her ear lobe but did not let go. Instead, he kissed again in the same place, taking the lower part of her ear in his mouth. 

Every time he suckled gently on her ear, feeling his tongue gently flick across it in his mouth, shivers ran through her whole body. A warmth began growing inside her. A small moan escaped her lips as she moved her hands over his. Pulling his arms closer, entwining her hands with his, holding them, she couldn't help but arch her back slightly. This is what she wanted.

He released her ear, feeling her pulling firmly against him a little harder, as if she did not want him to stop. Moving to the other side of her neck, he repeated the process. This time, kissing her neck less and flicking his tongue across her ear. He ran it all the way up then down the edge of her ear before nipping at the lobe. He smiled to himself as he heard her gasp and whimper while he worked. They were signs that she was enjoying herself.

After finishing for the moment, he pulled away slowly, releasing his grip from her. Running his hands slowly down her sides, he guided her to turn around. She did slowly, releasing his hands for as little time as possible. They faced each other, looking into each others eyes.

They looked at each other closely. In the dim light, they woman in front of him seemed only more beautiful then before. He could see every curve of her body and every flowing strand of hair seemed perfect. And if he didn't know any better, he'd say she looked like she was smiling too. 

There was a moment of awkward silence before finally they both leaned toward each other. Lips meeting in a passionate embrace quickly turned from a small kiss to something much deeper. They pulled each other's body closer. Both running their hands down each others back.

This continued, their embrace never breaking as the man's hands slowly found the zipper to the back of the woman's dress. Running over it gently more then once, he paused. Not wanting to force anything, he did know if this is what she wanted. 

He was quickly given the answer as she reached behind her back and guided his hand to grasp the zipper and slowly pull it down. While he did it, she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. She began running her hands against his bare chest once they were undone. Feeling his hands gently running across her back through the open part of her dress felt very soothing. His caress was gentle and intimate.

She pulled him away after a few moments. Moving her hands to his bare sides and then up to his shoulders, sliding his shirt and jacket from his body. They fell to the ground in a pile. Her hands explored his body momentarily before reaching for the straps of her dress. Sliding them off each shoulder individually, she did her best to put on a short show in the dim light for the man in front of her. 

As her dress hit the floor, even in the little light given, he could see the beauty of the woman that stood in front of him. It was not the fact that she was half naked that aroused him. It was the thought that soon, he would be able to pleasure such a beautiful woman. He would give her something he truly believed she deserved.

His thoughts wondered as he gazed at her body. It was not long before he was quickly snapped out of it though. He realized she had moved closer to him and was now pressing against his bare chest. He felt the lace of her bra against his skin, her hands rubbing his shoulders and back. He moved his own hands to her body in return. He then began running both hands to her hips and then up her body.

They caressed each other sensually before finally they could not take it any more. Slowly pulling their bodies from each other, he leaned down and kissed her again. A short but deep kiss before he led her slowly to his bed.

He let her pass him at the foot of the bed and laid her down gently. Her legs dangled off the edge of the bed at her knees. She was comfortable. His bed was soft and she enjoyed the feeling of laying down, this man standing above her, admiring her body. She certain enjoyed his.

The man leaned over top of her. One arm held him up, while the other hand gently caressed her arm and shoulder. He leaned in close, gently kissing her on the lips, and then slowly moving down her jaw line. He kissed her neck and flicked his tongue across it. He then did the same with her ear, taking the time to suck gently on her earlobe, nipping at it once before stopping.

His kisses then started to go lower. He moved down the inside of her neck, then her collar bone. As he did this, his arm drifted gently against her sides. His touch from both his hand and his lips drove her wild with lust. She could only anticipate what he would do next with her.

He ran his tongue down, between her breasts as he kissed down her body. She moaned softly as he did so. A louder moan of defiance came from her as he kissed passed her bra and continued down her body. She wanted his warm breath and hot mouth on her breast, but it had passed them.

As he kissed down to her belly, he heard her moans and assumed it was because she had expected something and she had been disappointed. He almost began to kiss back up before he decided instead to continue to tease her for a small while longer.

His lips kissed down to her panty. Letting his lips drag very gently down to her inner thigh, he made sure to breathe deeply, so she would feel his hot breath on her body. With each breath of air he could also smell her scent. This drove him nearly over the edge, but he kept his resolve. He continued to place small kisses and lick quick small lines on the inside of her legs. Her moan only grew louder.

She could not believe what he was doing. Her body felt like it was on fire. Every small touch and kiss drove her wild with passion. She wanted everything at once but was getting nothing but sensual touches from him. He had still not grasped her breast or touched her in a direct, intimate way. This began to drive her squirm a small amount while she tried to still enjoy his touch.

As he watched her squirm under his touch, he believed he had put her through enough for now. Moving his lips back up her body, he smiled. She had gently bucked her hips as he passed her panty again. She wanted anything at this point. He was happy to give it to her. He would still go slowly up her body thought. He wanted to make sure should enjoyed everything he could give her.

His lips had reached her navel as his hand had now grasped her breast firmly through her remaining undergarments. A moan escaped from her throat as he did it. Her back arched from the pleasure running through her body. His lips continued to glide upwards as he slowly pulled to bra aside from her one breast, exposing it to the midnight air.

She gasped as his lips wrapped around her nipple for the first time. His mouth was hot and wet. It made the fire in her body seem to only grow stronger in her as he gently suckled her tit. He removed his mouth slowly, another shiver running across her back as the night air now chilled the wetness on her nipple. She felt it get stiff, as well his tongue begin to flick back and forth across it. Another shiver ran through her.

She now could not stop the occasional moan from escaping her lips. His warm mouth went from one breast to the other. He was constantly alternating between sucking on her nipple and flicking his tongue across it. More then once, he would do small circles around it with his tongue. After brushing it a couple times with his lips he would then take the nipple into his mouth and suck firmly on it. This caused her to moan deeply every time. A warm feeling flooded through her body every time he did it. A very wet feeling began to appear somewhere else as well.

Time was lost to both of them as the man continued to complement his sucking and licking with the gentle caress and squeezing from his free hand. No clock was in sight. Neither knew how long he had been doing this. He finally gave up his position as she pulled his lips from her breast and kissed him as deep and passionately as she ever had. 

She then slowly rolled him over onto his back beside her. Climbing on top of his stomach gently, posting a leg on either side. She leaned over him, kissing him slowly and returning the favor on his ears. Nipping at his neck to let him know about what she thought of all his teasing. He did not notice the reason for her retaliation. He enjoyed it. 

She moved down his chest, rubbing it firmly with her hands, moving her own mouth to his nipple. Her lips felt warm. The wetness of her mouth felt soothing, as did her gentle suckle. Her hands were much busier as she gently sucked one nipple and then the other.

He felt her hands drift behind her. She sat up and rested herself gently on him. Most of her weight was still on her legs. He could feel the heat from between them against his stomach and was sure he felted the dampness of wet cloth.

Reaching behind herself, she fumbled with his belt. After pulling it free, she began to work on the button of his pants. Once it came undone, she moved the zipper down slowly and reached inside his pants. 

Feeling her slide her hand against his skin and slowly sliding under his pants and under ware made his dick throb. Giving a small mix between a grunt and a moan as she grasped it was all he could do. Her hand was soft and caring. Gently stroking it the best she could in her position. Her touch alone felt so forbidden, so erotic.

It was very warm. She braced her spare hand on his chest for balance as she pulled his penis free from the cloth. She could feel his heartbeat in both hands. It was rhythmic and she used it to guide her hand up and down his cock. The top glistened in the dim light as her hand ran over it, making her hand slippery and wet.

She continued to pump at his cock slowly, following the timing set by his heart. She watched his reactions in the dim light, listening to his gentle grunts every time she stopped, running her thumb over the head, polishing it with the pre-cum that now dripped freely from its tip. It made it slippery and wet to her touch. That made it feel even better for him when she began to rub up and down his cock again.

As she continued running her hand up and down his prick, he started to explore her body again. He began running his hands up her sides, grasping her breasts and squeezing them gently. Freeing her nipples and gently rolling them between his finger and thumb. The room was full of quiet moans of pleasure that they would not be able to hold back at this point.

As he caressed more of her, his hands began to run down her body. Tracing her sides with just the tips of his fingers until he had reached her hips. Once there, he grasped them and lifted her gently so she would not lose her balance. Pulling her closer, a moan of anticipation passed her lips. She wanted now more then anything to feel his tongue between her legs again.

Slowly, he pulled her hips closer to his face until she was now resting right above it. She tried to keep playing with his cock but he had moved her too far from it and the lust of what was about to happen made her release it. She would return the favor later.

She moaned from displeasure as she found him licking and kissing the inside of her thighs instead of her damp womanhood. His tongue flicked and his lips kissed the edge of her panty. A wet spot was very noticeable and he could not help but gently run his nose across it as he teased her legs, making her moan again from teasing her more.

As his hand reached around and grasped the one side of her panty and pulling it to the other, he was hit with the intoxicating scent of her pussy. This caused him to forget his teasing instantly and jab his tongue as deep within her as he could. She gasped as he did so, pleasure sweeping over her. Her body began to quiver and she could not help but push her hips down. 

This only encouraged him, running his tongue from her tight hole up to her clit. Licking across it, then doing a small circle before sliding his tongue back into her wet hole. This caused her to gasp even louder. Her body felt even hotter then before. 

He continued to lick up and down her pussy. He learned quickly that doing small circles around her clit caused her to gasp, while doing the same around her tight opening caused her to moan deeply. Continuing to alternate between those, he found other ways to make her gasp and grind her crotch towards him.

The more ways he found to pleasure her pussy, the more he wanted to continue. Flicking his tongue across her clit and then taking the small, swollen nub in his mouth caused her to gasp loudly, putting her over the edge. Pushing and grinding, she moaned loudly, crying out his name more then once.

He did not stop as she came. Once she began, he moved his mouth down to her opening, lapping up any liquids that flowed from her. Once she had slowed down, he continued to lick and tease her tight hole. Slowly moving his tongue back across her clit. He did this slowly, causing her to moan gently. He wanted her to come down slowly from her climax.

Both of them satisfied, she moved to lie down beside him. In each others arms, their lips met again. This kiss was more sensitive. It was far gentler. They gave small kisses back and forth, whispering a small "Thank you" to each other. 

She pulled close to him, pulling his arms around her. Then, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him even closer, she rested her head. It felt as if it was meant to be, her head fit perfectly in the notch of his shoulder. There, in each others arms, they fell asleep. The last words escaping her lips were barely a whisper, but he heard it clearly, putting a final grin across his face before falling asleep.

"Goodnight."



Goodnight



As you close your eyes and go to sleep. Remember these words to bring us together. In a world of day to day survival, sometimes we just need to relax and take a journey to nowhere. We need to walk in our mind to a place of warmth to recharge our hopes and dreams.

There is a timeless cave on the other side of this world. It is behind a magnificient water fall. The rocks on the side form a natural staircase. As we walk down the rock stairs we feel the warm water spraying us, making us wet.

We walk through the falling water to get to a cave that is heated by the molten magma of the earth. It glows red inside. Our light clothes are wet and clinging to our bodies. We can see the shape of our nipples, the outlines of our sex. The cloth clings to us and you can see me growing.

We walk deep into the cave and with every step the moisture we feel is changing from the water we walked through to the sweat of our hearts. As we walk my hand reaches over and feels your ass as you feel mine. 

We come to an area that narrows and in the distance we see a soft blue glow. As we walk closer our hearts are filled with peace. We come to an opening in the wall, the source of the light. As we enter, our eyes adjust and we see a field of wild flowers and a single tree next to a lake that is as smooth as glass.

We walk towards the tree and our clothes fall away on their own. We are glistening with passion. We lay down in the flowers that have been covered with a mist of dew. An infinite number of water droplets reflect the colors of the rainbow, and as we lie down together...

We feel the desires of each other calling out into the world. We have an eternity to explore each others bodies with our mouths. I pull on your nipples with my lips. You arch your back and moan while reaching down. Your hand slides across my stomach and you reach for my hard cock. I turn my body to bring it closer to your mouth. My mouth kisses down your stomach. 

My tongue reaches for your lower lips. You feel the heat of my cock in your mouth and the heat of my breath on your pussy. Your hands are thrusting on me. My tongue is pushing into you. Our bodies shudder and quiver in delight. We bask in the mutual pleasure we give to each other. We give and take in unison and revel in how our bodies are made to feel...

Our wetness is filling each other as we turn to lay face to face. We kiss.

You feel my cock rubbing against you, all over you. It has become as wet as your insides. You feel it moving lower and the tip pressing against you. It enters. We gasp. And you feel me slowly going deep within you.

Our naked bodies are held tightly against each other. Our hips are moving in a rythym that is natural and intense. Slow at first. The rhythm is slowly increasing in speed and passion until we are breathing hard and growling at one another. We are moving so hard it is as if nothing else in this world exists.

The only thing we know is the union of our bodies forever singing songs of passion to each other in the heat of lust. When we think the feeling can get no better, our bodies create a cosmic earthquake starting in the back of the head reaching down the spine, meeting where we are coupled and we explode with ecstasy.

As we cum together like never before, we stare into each others eyes and kiss... until we close our eyes and drift into unconsciousness.

And as we sleep the world forms itself into what we dream. 

Goodnight.



Goodnight



So this isn’t really an erotic audio per se.  I’ve had so many listeners tell me that oftentimes they enjoy just falling asleep to the sound of my voice.  This audio is an attempt at providing you with something that is just pleasant and warm to fall asleep with.  I hope that you enjoy it.

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Goodnight Brian



A story about an unusual young man in a strange situation.

...

Waiting...

I'm waiting in my bed, which is the same bed I've slept in for the majority of my 19 years. The only light in the room comes from the tiny air freshener/night light over by the door, and from whatever the moon provides through the slightly open curtains.

It's almost 11, and I have a class tomorrow morning at nine, not that it really matters, because when he wants it, he gets it. I have a hunch that he wants it tonight, which is why I'm ready for him. 

The "he" I refer to is Chopper, and he's an enormous man who got his nickname because of his mechanical talents with motorcycles, as well as with muscle cars. He's a guy pushing 50 who's about 6'3" and over 200 pounds, with a bushy beard and a reputation as being a man's man.

I guess he got that reputation because of his way with the ladies in the Capital District area of New York State, but the people that think of him that way don't know him like I do. Very few people do, and those of us that do know keep our mouths shut. 

From the other side of the door I can hear a door close, and after a minute I can hear the sound of the toilet being flushed. At this point the footsteps can go either way, and to be honest I'm hoping they come this way tonight.

They do, and then I hear the doorknob turn and the wall over my headboard shows Chopper's shadow from the hall right over his shoulder, but that disappears when the door closes behind him. 

He's in the room. I can hear his raspy breathing, and I can smell his scent, which is an aromatic cocktail of sweat, soap and testosterone. As soon as I hear the click of the door latch my body moves quickly, because it's better that way.

The sheet that was covering me is kicked to the foot of the bed and I'm getting up on my knees, with my face buried in my pillow. I'm naked, because wearing pajamas would only slow things up, and I've got my ass as far up in the air as my slight body will allow.

Having spent a good ten minutes lubricating my anus while waiting for my lover, it's as ready as it will ever be, having been prepped by my fingers and my toy. Good thing too, because Chopper is not a man who likes to fiddle with foreplay. 

The mattress bounces as Chopper climbs on from down at the foot of the bed, and then I feel the coarseness of his hairy legs scraping against the insides of my own. His hands are now on my buttocks, squeezing them like they were fruit, and then a finger slips in between them.

He grunts approval when his digit finds my anus lubricated and ready, and then a second finger moves in. Both fingers corkscrew into my ass, and they move roughly as they probe deeply before sliding back out as quickly as they went in.

I feel something slapping my ass, something big and hard. It's his cock, and Chopper is spanking me with it. I want to tell him that I'll gladly do other things to him - anything that he want me to do - but he doesn't want anything but this.

What a strange relationship this is, I wonder to myself as I feel the tip of his member rubbing against my oiled balloon knot. How can it be that I've never seen my lover naked? Chopper has taken me anally dozens and dozens of times, yet I've never even seen or touched his cock.

It's big, that much I know. So big that if I found out that he had been fisting me all of this time I wouldn't be all that surprised. That's how big he is. I've only had one other man take my ass - my jack-off buddy Dave - and he's a pretty average guy size wise. When he put his cock in me that time, in contrast I could hardly feel him.

We only make love three ways; with me on my belly, with me on my knees or with me on my back facing him. I love when I'm facing him, but he blindfolds me when we do it like that, wrapping one of his bandannas around my eyes before rolling me over onto my back. Chopper doesn't want eye contact when he fucks me.

...

I remember the first time...

The first time Chopper came into my room is still so fresh in my mind that it seems like yesterday. It's not the way most guys celebrate on the night of their 18th birthday, I suspect, but in retrospect I have no complaints about my deflowering.

I was so naive and innocent that I didn't even know what was going on, and definitely had no clue regarding what Chopper was trying to do when he climbed onto my bed that night. That time I struggled, trying to keep him off of me as he took my pajamas down and pinned me to the mattress.

To give an idea of how strong and powerful a man Chopper is, he managed to pin me down, strip my clothes off and jam an oiled finger into my then-virgin anus without even breaking a sweat, while I squirmed and squealed beneath him, kicking and flailing away.

"Take it like a man," were Chopper's words that night, the only words he spoke.

Taking it was the only option, because he had my face jammed into the pillow, almost cutting my breathing off. He was rough and he was brutal, and when he forced his cock into me, I felt such excruciating pain that I thought I was going to die.

Chopper came fast that night, only lasting about a minute, and as he came I felt my bowels filled with his hot seed. He lifted his hirsute body off of mine and left the room, while I stayed where I was, flat on my stomach in the middle of my bed, legs spread wide open.

I was upset and in considerable discomfort, the burning in my rectum a vivid reminder of what had just happened. I was also confused, because my stomach and pubic hair were sitting in a pool of semen. Semen that was not Chopper's, but mine.

I had cum just as Chopper had, with the discomfort I had felt not standing in the way of me getting hard, and perhaps in part the pain was part of my pleasure. In shame I stayed in that position, Chopper's cum oozing out of my anus and my face staring at the digital alarm clock, as the minutes silently passed by.

Chopper had left the room at 11:21 and I was still laying there when the door opened again at 12:44. I assumed it was my step-mother, and figured she had waited until Chopper had fallen asleep to come in and see if I was alright.

Carol had to have heard what was going on in my bedroom, with me carrying on and all, and while I knew she would never come in and stand in her husband's way, I knew she loved me and we shared a bond that no one could ever understand.

The hand that tended to my violated orifice was not Carol's though, and neither were the fingers that went back inside of me. They belonged to the man that had just taken me an hour and a half earlier, and apparently it had been so good for him that he wanted more.

To my shame, I wanted more as well. I couldn't help making sounds from the pain when his fingers reopened me, but I didn't stop him. This time, he lifted me onto my hands and knees instead of impaling me as I lay on my stomach.

Chopper's hands held my hips after he had inserted his manhood into me, and he felt even bigger than before as he thrust that enormous organ in and out of me.

"Hurts," I whimpered each time he probed too deeply, but that only seemed to inflame him.

Chopper grunted each time he impaled me, and that sound, along with my own pitiful groans and the slapping of our skin together were the only sounds in the room.

Suddenly, I had felt Chopper's hand leave my hip and slide down under me. His beefy paw found my cock right away, and I heard him snicker after he grabbed it.

I don't know why he was amused. Maybe it was because he found my dick hard, or maybe he got a chuckle after feeling how small my dick was, although in reality it isn't little, except in comparison with Chopper's, of course.

At any rate, his thumb and index finger pinched my cock hard as he began to pull on it. His touch was not loving or tender, it was as rough as his handling of the rest of me was. He yanked on my dick as if he was trying to pull it clear off of me, the back of his hand slapping my nuts on the down-stroke, and as he jerked me off his thrusting got harder and faster. 

Why was I enjoying this? I was being taken - not being made love to in any conventional manner - but it was more like being mounted and savaged. Chopper sounded more animal than human as his orgasm neared, the bed squeaking and lurching as his body lurched us back and forth, and when he came I knew it.

Not only did he fill my ass with his seed, but he let out a growl that sent shivers down my spine as his cock twitched inside of me for a while. I came a few seconds after Chopper, spraying the sheets with my cum until I was drained.

Chopper leaned back, letting his deflated organ slither out of me, and I sank down onto the bedding as he climbed out of the bed. I heard the door open and saw his shadow against the wall over my headboard. He paused at the doorway for a moment, and then said the same thing that he would say every time upon leaving.

"Goodnight Brian," Chopper said, and I answered, just like I would do every time as well.

"Goodnight Daddy."

...

Tonight...

It took a long time for Chopper to come tonight. Maybe it was because he had fucked his wife earlier in the evening. I knew that because I could hear them. They aren't quiet about it, and when I heard the familiar sounds I had gone down the hall and listened at the door.

I was turned on by the sounds, and stood there leaning on the door while masturbating as they made love. Not only was I aroused, but I was jealous too. I wanted it to be me underneath Chopper, having his sweat dripping on me as his huge cock filled my rectum, and hoped that he would not be fully satisfied when he finished with Carol.

We've spoken about it when Chopper wasn't around - sharing my innermost feelings with my step-mother while asking her how she felt about this living arrangement. As it turns out, she isn't jealous of me at all, not like I am of her sometimes.

"I couldn't do it with him. Not in my ass," Carol had confided in me one day. "He hurt me like you wouldn't believe - really tore me up the time we tried it. I can't believe you can handle it. To be perfectly honest, I've had plenty of men in my life before Chopper, but he's by far the biggest." 

As proof of his virility, tonight Chopper had come into my room after drilling his wife into the headboard, and did me with the passion of a man who hadn't had sex in years. Like always, I had hoped for something more personal and more intimate when he came into the room, hoping for that one day when perhaps he'll let me touch him, or even suck on his incredible cock, but I'll take what I can get.

It took him over seven minutes to get off tonight, with Chopper still milking my limp dick despite the fact that I had cum minutes earlier. After he emptied his balls into me, he sighed and climbed out of the bed, lumbering toward the door and pausing before leaving, just like always.

"Goodnight Brian."

"Goodnight Daddy."

...

thanks for reading



Goodnight, Coed



James and I have shared many wonderful moments together and have experienced many things. Unfortunately, the fall of our senior year in college, things began to fall apart. First there was the incident of the Frat Party, and then there were senior projects and job stress and money issues, and other indiscretions on my part with my female friends. Just before Thanksgiving, after James and I had been 'on a break' for about three months, when things were looking very bleak, I met Connor.

I can't say exactly what it is that attracted me to him, although there was something there from the beginning -- I could tell we would have a lot of fun together. He had red hair and glasses and this cute, sarcastic smile that made me weak in the knees. He made me feel like the most attractive woman he'd ever known. He could make me giggle and then laugh hard, just as easily as he could make my entire body blush. Connor was everything James wasn't, most of all mature. And older -- he was 34 when I met him. There has always been something so sexy about the thought of being with an older, more experienced man, and Connor has shown me that there are WORLDS of difference. One evening, as it was getting late and it was approaching bedtime, I asked Connor to tell me a bedtime story. It had been a long day and I just needed to forget about school and put work behind me, and I just wanted to snuggle up to him and listen to him whisper something into my ear as I fell asleep.

I slipped out of my clothes and slid into bed, pulling the sheets up to my neck, and Connor lay down next to me, his hand draped casually over my torso, hand caressing the small of my back lightly. He brushed his lips against mine lightly and then looked into my eyes.

"What would you like me to tell you a story about, Chloe?" he asked.

"I don't know..." I giggled and sighed as I pressed my body lightly against his.

"Nothing? Okay, well maybe I'll start and then you can help me." 

Connor pulled me close and I closed my eyes as I felt his breath on my ear.

"Once upon a time, there was a princess named Chloe. She was the most beautiful princess in the land. One day, on her way home from work-- yes, princesses had to work in this kingdom-- Princess Chloe's car broke down and she got stranded on the side of the road."

"Oh no!" I said, smiling. "What happened?"

"Well after Princess Chloe had been waiting a while, she remembered she had Triple A," he said playfully.

I giggled. "But her cell phone was dead so she couldn't call them! And she was tired from a long day at work," I interjected.

"Well that doesn't sound like much fun! Lucky for her, though, that Prince Connor happened to be driving down that same street and saw her pulled over on the side of the road, sitting on the hood of her car and looking very sad. I was getting dark so Prince Connor pulled over to see if she was okay. She explained the situation and Prince Connor offered to call someone to fix her car and to drive her home."

"But Princess Chloe didn't know Prince Connor so she said 'I can't go with a stranger; so I'm afraid I'll have to decline your offer. Much as I appreciate it.'" I said.

Connor smiled. "Prince Connor, not being one to leave a beautiful young woman out in the cold evening by herself, introduced himself. 'Well, I'm Prince Connor,' he said. 'And I'm Princess Chloe,' she replied. Prince Connor smiled and said, 'well now I'm not a stranger, can I take you home?' Princess Chloe agreed and Prince Connor brought her home where she cooked him dinner to thank him and he asked her to go out the next night."

I smiled and ran my hand down Connor's face. "Thanks for the story." I kissed him lightly.

Connor nibbled my earlobe. "I'm just getting started, Chloe, but do you need to get to sleep?"

"No, Connor, I think I can listen a little longer."

"Well, the next night Prince Connor came to take Princess Chloe on their date. What was she wearing?"

"She was wearing a short black skirt and a light pink shirt that showed her nice cleavage. She had on a single strand of pearls and black heels and a big smile."

"Mmmmm, she sounds very pretty, I bet Prince Connor liked that a lot."

"Only..." I blushed. "She didn't put on panties underneath her skirt, because she liked Prince Connor a lot and she wanted to surprise him."

"Oh, how naughty!" Connor said. "Well, Prince Connor and Princess Chloe went out to dinner and they had a lovely evening. After dinner, Prince Connor took Chloe home and she invited him in."

"Princess Chloe really liked Connor a lot and she offered him a drink. They shared a bottle of wine and chatted while they were sitting on the couch, and after a while, Princess Chloe was a little bit tipsy. 'Could I kiss you, Connor?' she asked."

Connor looked at me and cradled my chin in his hand. "'Of course you can, Princess Chloe! You are the most beautiful princess I have ever met and I really like you a lot.'" 

His voice, the way he was touching me so nonchalantly, his breath on my neck and ear, were driving me crazy. I had to kiss him, to feel his lips on mine, to be close to him. I leaned forward just the tiniest bit, closing the gap between Connor's mouth and mine and pressed my lips passionately against his. A low moan escaped my lips as I kissed him feverishly and I felt his fingers dig into the skin on my lower back where he had been caressing me.

It was electric, all I wanted to do was feel him near me, touching me, his lips on mine, and my mind was reeling. Connor pulled away and I felt his fingers teasing my lower back, then moving to my sides and gently tickling my stomach. My skin felt like it was on fire everywhere he touched me and I could feel myself blushing as my pussy got wet. He made my entire body blush bright pink with lust and embarrassment.

"Wait, Chloe, there is more to this story," Connor said, as he teased me and touched me, knowing full well what he was doing to me. "Chloe and Connor got to a little bit more than kissing. Prince Connor ran his hands up and down Princess Chloe's body, and then slowly lifted her shirt as his fingers made their way up to her nipples."

Connor's hand slid around my waist, reaching upward and cupping my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I shuddered with pleasure and arched my back, pressing my breast into his hand.

"Patience, Chloe," he breathed into my ear as his hands worked their way down to my waist, caressing me lightly. "Connor toyed with her nipples for a little while before his hands made their way down to her waist and then slid under skirt only to find that Princess Chloe did not have on any panties underneath! 'Very naughty, Chloe,' Prince Connor said, and ran his finger gently along her pussy."

I moaned with pleasure as I felt Connor's fingertips against my damp pussy, and I pressed myself to him. I bit my lip and looked at him longingly, wondering how long this teasing would continue, how long I would have to wait until I could taste him, feel him against me -- inside of me. Connor chuckled as he pressed his finger against my pussy, finding my clit and rubbing the little bud with just the right amount of pressure to make me squirm. I bucked my hips against his hand and watched him smile down at me. He pulled his hand away and looked at me mischievously.

"'Damn, Chloe,' Prince Connor said. 'You get me so turned on, you naughty princess. Would you like to see what you do to me?' Princess Chloe nodded and reached down, feeling Prince Connor's hard cock straining through his pants, pressing against her palm. She fumbled with his zipper and pulled his pants down, reaching into his boxers and wrapping her soft fingers around his cock."

"Mmmmmmmm, like this?" I asked, as I reached down and closed my hand around his hard cock.

"Just like that." Connor said, as he pressed his pelvis forward against my hand.

"What happened next, Connor?" I asked innocently, rubbing his cock.

"Ohhhhh, Chloe," he whispered into my ear. "Next, Princess Chloe asked Prince Connor if she could suck his cock, and he said yes." 

I felt my entire body flush as I kicked off the sheets and scooted down the bed until I was eye-level with Connor's cock. I licked my lips and then, holding the shaft, ran my tongue along the very tip of his cock, returning the teasing he had given me. I flicked my tongue against the head before taking long, slow licks all the way from the base of his shaft to the tip of his head and back, moistening his cock with my mouth. 

"Fuck, Chloe." I felt Connor's hand on the back of my head as I slowly took his cock into my willing mouth and began to suck it gently. 

Inch by inch, I sucked more of his cock into my mouth until I had so much in my mouth that I had to stop and relax my throat. I closed my eyes momentarily and concentrated on easing the muscles in my throat so that I could slip more of Connor's cock into me, and his hand pressed gently against the back of my head, urging me to swallow more. I gagged a little, but he wouldn't let me go back, instead forcing it deeper into my throat.

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned, when I finally had his entire cock in my mouth, pressed into my throat.

I began bobbing my head up and down on Connor's cock, looking up at him, my eyes wide and watering. I sucked and slurped and held his cock in my throat, even as I gagged slightly as his hips rocked beneath my mouth, pressing himself deep into me. I felt my pussy getting even wetter and with one hand I reached down to tease my clit lightly while I used the other to gently squeeze Connor's balls and work whatever part of his shaft wasn't in my mouth.

He laced his fingers into my hair and pulled it gently, then a little rougher, and began to push my head up and down at his pace. He groaned as I worked his dick with my tongue and mouth, eagerly taking more into my mouth when I could. Connor pulled my head away from his cock and tilted it so that I would be looking straight into his face. My eyes were streaming and I gasped for breath as I smiled at him.

"You like that, Chloe? I see you touching yourself, maybe I should help with that." Connor's hands reached down to my shoulders and urged me up until I was lying next to him again. "May I taste some of that?" He asked, motioning to my pussy.

I slipped one of the fingers that had been gently toying my pussy into his mouth and he moaned with pleasure.

"Maybe you should try it," he said and I raised my finger to my mouth, sucking on it, tasting my own juices. 

"Mmmmmmmm, sweet." I sighed and giggled quietly.

Connor ran his hands down my body as he scooched downward, burying his mouth in my pussy. I moaned and thrust my hips upwards against his mouth, his tongue darting along the lips of my pussy and then finding my clit and flicking against it. I felt his hand on my hip, sliding down and working my pussy gently, then slowly pressing into it. My fingers tugged gently at his hair as he fingered my wet pussy and lapped at my clit, driving me wild. His mouth worked my cunt and I closed my eyes in pleasure, whimpering with bliss.

"Oh. Oh God, Connor, I need you. You make me feel so gooooooooooooood." I whispered to him as his mouth and tongue licked and sucked and his fingers worked in and out of my cunt. "Fuck me, please. Please, PLEASE fuck me." I moaned.

Connor pulled away from my pussy and smiled up at me. "I thought you would never ask. But I don't have a condom, sweetheart, is that okay? Do you still want me to fuck you?"

He had never been inside of me before without a condom -- I always insisted. 'No babies until I'm done with school,' I would say. I had never felt his bare cock in my pussy, had never taken that risk with Connor, but something came over me. I felt so needy, so passionate, that somehow it didn't matter anymore. 

"Yes, Connor," I replied breathlessly. "I want you inside of me, I don't care if you don't have protection. I need you. I need you to fuck me, Connor."

"Mmmmmm, good," he said playfully as he slid back up my body, spread my legs wider, and positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy.

With one fast thrust, he was inside of me. His cock stretched my pussy, filling me and satisfying the longing I had felt in my cunt. He leaned down and pressed his lips urgently against mine, kissing me, and I could taste myself on his mouth. I raised my hips, meeting every thrust, writhing with pleasure under Connor. I moaned as his cock filled me, fucking into and out. After just a few minutes he pulled his cock out of my pussy, put his hands on my hips, and flipped me over so that I was lying on my stomach.

"Get on your hands and knees, Chloe," Connor whispered commandingly into my ear. "I want to make you mine."

I shivered at the thought of his statement -- 'I want to make you mine.' What did he mean? What does he want? I imagine myself, tied underneath him, moaning with passion. Did he want me to submit to him? Want me to be nothing more than a fuck toy? Then another image entered my mind, me, rubbing my round stomach, carrying his baby. Is that what he wanted? To see my tummy swell with his child? Before I could spend much time considering the options, I felt myself moving.

Without thinking, I slipped my arms underneath me and raised myself up onto my hands and knees, and Connor put is hand on my back pressing it downwards so that my round ass was sticking up in the air. He kneaded the flesh on my ass playfully between his hands and then pulled my ass checks apart before again positioning his cock against my pussy and driving into me.

I used every ounce of strength to hold myself up and push back against him, moaning with pleasure each time he pressed himself into my cunt, hard and deep. I felt pressure against my cervix as he thrust himself into me as deep as he could go, his cock parting the tender lips of my pussy. My tits bounced back and forth and he reached down to tweak my nipples before his hands grabbed my hips pulling me back hard onto his cock. "Fuckkkkkkkk, Connor. Fuck my tight little pussy. You feel so good inside of me!" I squealed.

"Yessssss, Chloe." He said thrusting into me. "Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. You like it? You like me fucking your tight young pussy?"

"Yes Connor. Oh God it feels so goooood! Fuck me." I moaned.

I reached underneath myself and began to work my clit with my fingers as Connor fucked me hard and deep and groaned with pleasure. Breathlessly, we moaned into each other's ears, full of lust and desire. I pushed back against him, hard against his pelvis, holding onto the sheets, the bed, anything I could grasp.

"Oh Connor. Oh my Goddddddd." I moaned as he thrust in and out of my tight pussy, mercilessly.

Connor's fingers dug into my skin so hard I felt like it would leave a mark. He lifted one hand from my hips and brought it down quickly and hard on my ass. I squealed with pain, pleasure, and surprise, wanting more, and he was more than happy to oblige. I felt his hand coming down on my round ass over and over again, felt it burning and turning pink and then red. 

"Yes Chloe. Mmmmmm, I'm going to make you mine. I want to fill your tight little pussy up with my cum. I want to shoot inside of you." Connor panted as he fucked me hard.

I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me, I could feel the walls of my pussy clenching his cock and I knew I could it would not be too long. My fingers began working my clit, pressing against it hard, rolling it between my index finger and thumb, urgently pressing as I thrust myself back onto Connor's cock. At the same time, it felt as though my heart was swelling with a mixture of emotions, fear, joy, and maybe even love. Was it love? I couldn't tell -- I couldn't focus on anything, I just needed him inside of me.

"Ohhhh Connor, I'm going to cum. Fuckkkkk I'm going to CUM!!" I cried.

"Yes Chloe. Yesssss, cum on my cock, C Chloe. Cum all over my dick." He called.

I could only moan in reply. I was over the edge, lost in pleasure and lust. I didn't care anymore, all I wanted was to cum. I wanted my orgasm to come, to feel my breath in the short, ragged, gasps, my heart pounding, my muscles tensing and then releasing all at once.

"I'm not wearing a condom, Chloe honey." Connor said.

Connor fucked into me even harder than before, my entire body shaking, and I had to hold onto the bed, lest he push me off the edge. What had he said? Did it even matter? He fucked me relentlessly, without worry, and it wasn't long before I felt every muscle in my body tightening and my pussy begging for release. 

"Chloe, honey, I'm not wearing a condom," Connor repeated.

I heard him this time, but I didn't care. I wanted him. "Just fuck me! Don't stop fucking me!" I practically yelled. It was dangerous, I knew, but I needed him so badly it didn't matter. I would take the risk. 

"Fuck. Oh Chloe." Connor moaned into my ear. "Oh God, I'm going to cum, Chloe. I want you to cum with me."

"Yes. Yessssssss, Connor, cum in my pussy. Fill my tight young pussy up with your cum. Please. Please, cum in me!" I wailed, driving back against him, taking his cock into my pussy as deeply as I could. "Oh. I'm going to cum. Cum in me Connor!"

We both seemed out of words as he unremittingly fucked into my cunt, sawing in and out of me as I pressed my fingers against my clit. We both groaned, lustfully, as sweat glistened on our bodies and we bucked against one another. I felt my pussy begin to spasm.

"Connor...Connor," I said breathlessly. "I'm cummmmmming! Please cum for me. Cum inside of me! I want to feel your sticky warm cum filling my pussy, please Connor! I know that's what you want, isn't it? To shoot your load in my tight, young pussy?" I screamed and begged, my body pressed back against his in ecstasy. My pussy clenched his cock and in just a few more thrusts, I felt warmth explode deep within my belly.

"Chloooooooooe." He groaned. "Oh God Chloe, I'm cumming. I'm cumming in your tight little pussy. Fuckkkkkkkk. I'm filling you up, baby." 

He moaned as he slammed his cock hard into me, pressing himself as deep as he could go. Pulse after pulse of thick, hot cum filling my tight cunt. He collapsed on top of me, kissing my back and ear, whispering to me. 

"Oh baby, you are so beautiful."

We both lay there for a few minutes, breathing hard, recovering from our orgasms, Connor still pressed into my pussy, his cock softening. He eased it out, slowly, and flipped me so I was lying on my back again. I felt his hands teasing my stomach, gently stroking the skin. I knew what he had meant when he told me he wanted to make me his. He wanted to fill me, satisfy me, and ravish me -- he wanted to shoot his cum inside of my fertile pussy.

He looked at me and grinned. "Oh, Chloe."

I sighed. "Connor. You are amazing."

"You are too, Chloe. But I couldn't stop... and I wasn't wearing protection..."

I thought about what he said for a moment and then I smiled at him cloyingly and winked. "I know... and who's to say that's not what I want? I want to give you everything I can, Connor. Anything you want. Everything." I told him.

"Anything, Chloe?" He asked.

"Anything," I repeated quietly.

"Mmmmmmmm, baby, you are so hot!" Connor whispered into my ear. "I could dream of you all day and all night." "You don't have to dream, baby. You've got me right here." I said playfully. "Thanks for the bedtime story... but can we get some sleep now? I've got class in the morning!"

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*A special thanks to 'Connor' who not only inspired this story, but who helped me write it. You mean an awful lot to me. **This story is part of an ongoing series; please enjoy the other starring this character! Also, please VOTE and feel free to send feedback and suggestions, I'm always open to where my next story will come from!M.u



Goodnight, Jolie



It was almost like old times. Uncle Joe had stopped by, like he used to do every Friday night, before he had moved east a couple years ago. He was back as a special favor for his sister, who had asked him to come visit to keep an eye on Jolie while Sis was enjoying herself in Las Vegas.

Joe had arrived early that evening, but was still getting used to his 18-year-old niece. The last time he had seen her, she was just becoming a woman. Now she was a stunning beauty, and she seemed to still have her old crush on Uncle Joe. They had spent the evening talking and catching up. She was wearing an old t-shirt and sweat pants. Uncle Joe tried to get her to laugh, because she wasn't wearing a bra, and he liked to watch her breasts. He didn't know why, but laughing made her nipples go erect, right behind that thin layer of cotton. He kept the conversation going, asking how school was going, friends (boyfriends none, girlfriends a couple), and her struggles with her mom (typical teenage bustin' out stuff). As he listened to her talk, he let her sweet voice go straight to his heart, while his head kept wondering if she had any panties on under those pants. But after a couple hours, even Uncle Joe ran out of chit-chat questions. Jolie got up to leave, "bedtime," she said.

"It's really great to see you, again, Uncle Joe," she said.

"You, too," Joe said.

He gave his 18-year-old niece a hug and kiss on the cheek. Jolie held on a little tighter and a little longer than he remembered. She wasn't afraid to press herself into his body like he remembered when she was sixteen. Then, before he knew it, she gave her uncle a lingering kiss on the lips. When she eased back, he looked her in the eyes, and saw her looking right back. He blinked to keep himself from falling into those beautiful green pools. He glanced over at the television, then back at Jolie.

"Hey, you want to watch a movie before going to bed?" he asked.

A tremor went through his body when he asked, ending in a pulse to his dick. He hoped the tremor hadn't shown up in his voice. Jolie cocked her head, then smiled.

"Sure," she answered.

Joe reflected Jolie's infectious grin.

Joe had helped raise Jolie since she was an infant. He had watched her grow up to become a beautiful, young woman. He loved her like his own daughter. But when she looked into his eyes the way she just did, Joe got a different feeling for Jolie, a feeling he knew was more about her being a woman than being his niece.

Jolie picked out a movie, a romantic comedy she knew he liked. They sat down on the couch, Joe still feeling warm from his reaction to her gaze.

"Mind if I turn out the lights," she asked.

"No, go ahead," Joe replied.

Joe always watched movies with the lights out and the sound up. He got more from the movie that way. He smiled as he thought how he and his niece were in the dark, like on a date to the movie theater. Jolie took the comforter off the back of the couch.

"I'm cold," she said, with the slightest pout.

Even without looking, Joe knew she was pursing her lips, just from the way she had said it. He had heard her say she was cold ever since she was old enough to talk. Over the years she had perfected her sad puppy-dog face to get what she wanted from her uncle. This time, he was afraid to look, afraid what his reaction might be to those beautiful, tender, lips and her exaggerated sad eyes.

She stretched her legs and put her feet up in Joe's lap. She'd been doing this since she was a child, too.

"Feet cold, again?" Joe asked.

"Always!" she said.

He rubbed her feet between his hands, but they remained cold as stone.

"Here, put them under my leg," Joe said. He lifted one of his legs and let Jolie slip her feet under his thigh. He put his leg back down, her feet now kept warm between his legs. He had done this, too, since she was a kid, but tonight it felt different. Thoughts were creeping into his head and he pushed them out. He tried to act as if everything were the same, as when she was just a child.

"Here," Joe said as he handed Jolie the remote for the DVD player, "tonight you're in control," 

"Ok," she said. But when she took the DVD from him, he couldn't help thinking that they were talking about something other than the movie. She gave him what looked like a knowing nod, then pressed play to start the movie.

They liked watching romantic comedies, and shared a few laughs together as the movie introduced the bumbling beau. When Joe laughed, he would look over at Jolie. He enjoyed watching her laugh. She didn't look at him, but let him watch her, acting as if she didn't know he was looking.

When the inevitable first touch between the couple in the movie took place, Joe was surprised to feel Jolie's toes curl into his inner thigh. He wasn't sure if she was just reacting to the movie, or she intended to give him a squeeze. But when the movie showed the first kiss, there was no mistaking as she pressed her foot gently, tentatively, into his crotch. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the gentle pressure on his balls. He leaned back against the couch, sliding his crotch ever so slightly against her foot. Then he clenched his thighs and gave her a squeeze. She responded with the slightest wiggle of her toes, a move that sent shivers up Joe's spine and blood rushing to his dick.

Joe opened his eyes, looking down at her feet between his legs. He moved his hand to her leg. As he raised his eyes to look at her face, he slowly slid his hand up her leg to just above her knee. She was looking right at him, her lids heavy and her lips slightly parted. She was breathing faster. When he squeezed her leg just above the knee, she closed her eyes for a couple seconds, then re-opened them.

"Did you mean what you said?" she asked, looking at him, her eyes playful and her smile revealing that she knew a secret.

"What do you mean?"

"About me being in control."

For an instant, he hesitated. But his doubts evaporated as he searched her eyes.

"Yes," he said.

"I'm cold," she said. She pulled her legs out from under him, moved over to him, and snuggled her head between his arm and his chest.

"Here," Joe said. He put a pillow at the top of the couch and lay down on his back. He kicked off his shoes and brought his legs up so that he was lying lengthwise on the couch. Jolie let herself down beside him, her head onto his chest, his arm around her back.

She curled up like a cat, nestled between the back of the couch, Joe's arm and Joe's body. She pulled her knees up and Joe lifted his legs to let her bring them up against his butt. He put his legs down behind hers and tucked her in tight. He smiled as he felt her pressing against his nut sack.

"This is nice," she said, wiggling her body as close as she could get to his, being sure to jostle her knees against his butt.

Joe was very happy and content. As he watched the TV, the couple in the movie become more friendly to each other. Every time the actor wanted to touch the actress, Joe would give Jolie a squeeze, his hand around her back and resting on her waist. Jolie responded each time by moving her hand over his stomach, up to his chest, and then down the side of his body to his waist, where she would give him a squeeze.

When the couple in the movie began to touch each other, Jolie seemed to follow their lead. Her fingers found Joe's skin where his shirt had come untucked. She slipped her hand under his shirt.

"Is this alright?" she asked, as her hand climbed his chest.

"Mmmm," he said. "You feel nice."

She ran her fingers up to the hair on his chest. She found the small tip of his nipple. Jolie circled it with her fingertips.

"I like the hair on your chest," she said, then gave Joe a little kiss on the neck.

Joe felt his head swimming. He was light-heady and so full of happiness, enjoying the woman touching him.

Hesitantly, unsure and shaky, Joe followed her lead. He slowly lifted her t-shirt and put his hand underneath. He stopped and stroked the smooth skin of her waist. When she lifted herself to release more of her t-shirt, he moved his hand forward under her shirt and found her soft belly.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispered.

"Mmmm," she cooed back, then slipped her fingertips lightly across Joe's nipple.

He pressed his legs into hers, then moved his hand slowly up her chest. When he reached her breast, he lifted his hand so that only his fingertips circled her nipple. Then he lightly scraped her hardened tip with his fingernails.

"Unhh...," she let out, twitching with each fingernail, flattening her palm against his chest and pulling him closer.

He turned his hand over and grasped her engorged and erect nipple between two knuckles and rolled it between them. She let out a soft moan. Her breath gently tickling the hairs at the base of his neck.

Joe moved his legs to shift his now very large hard-on. He straightened his legs. Jolie straightened her legs, too, then put one leg up on top of his legs. She bent her leg at the knee and slowly pulled the leg up. She pressed her knee into his pants when she got to his crotch.

"Mmmm..., that's nice," Joe said.

As Joe rolled her nipple between his fingers, Jolie moved her knee up and down over the bulge at Joe's crotch. Joe closed his eyes as he enjoyed feeling her knee giving his elongated dick a massage. He also became aware that she was not only moving her knee up and down, she was rotating her hips and pressing her crotch into his hip. Joe reached down and grasped her bent leg behind the knee. Each time she moved her knee up, he tilted his hip up into her crotch and pulled her leg across, causing her to press harder and roll across his hip bone. Soon, her movements became more urgent, and she rocked her crotch faster and faster into his hip.

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh..." she cried out, quietly at first, then louder and more frantically as her movements became wilder.

Joe felt Jolie's body tense as her thighs clamped down on his leg.

"Unhhhhh..."

Her nails dug into his chest as she seemed to freeze. Then her body shuddered with her orgasm, her head pressing hard into his back. Joe continued to rock her gently until her body relaxed. He gave her a hug and held her close to him.

"Mmmm," she said. She lifted her head, pulled herself up to his face, and looked into his eyes. He pulled her closer, their lips touching in a sweet, gentle kiss. Jolie parted her lips and Joe responded, opened his mouth and pressed his tongue into hers.

As Joe explored her tongue, Jolie shifted her weight, moved on top of Joe. She spread her legs over Joe's crotch. She began to rock back and forth over the bulge in his pants. Joe's hands reached under her t-shirt to find her breasts and began massaging them. Jolie sat up, still rocking over his cock, grabbed her t-shirt at the bottom, and slowly pulled it up over her head. Throwing the t-shirt on the floor, she leaned forward, putting her hands on his chest. He watched as her beautiful small breasts jiggled in time to her rocking hips. Joe rested his hands on her hips and started a rhythm, until they were moving together, then he let his hands slide up her sides to her breasts. He let the soft skin swing against his hands. He traced circles on his palms with the tips of her nipples.

Joe looked up at Jolie and said, "This could feel a whole lot better, if you wanted it to."

Jolie slowed, then stopped. She looked down, embarrassed.

"I've never... I'm..." she stammered.

"It's alright," Joe said. "Don't be embarrassed."

When she didn't say anything, Joe went on, "I can show you," he said, "but it's up to you." Then, with a smile, "You're in control, remember?"

Her tension eased a bit and she smiled. She looked him in the eyes for a long time. Then she leaned down and kissed his lips ever so gently.

"Yes," she whispered in his ear.

He put his arms around her and hugged her closer. He turned on his side, and then continued to roll her over on to her back. He slipped between her knees and descended until his crotch was once again against hers.

He leaned forward and began kissing her eyelids, her nose, her lips, then her neck, her shoulder, and the top of her breasts. His tongue drew circles around her nipples. He nuzzled the base of her breasts, but left the nipples yearning for his touch. He kissed her ribs, one by one, until he came to her soft belly. He leaned back and reached for the top of her sweat pants. The crotch was wet with her anticipation. He looked at her face. He gave a slight tug and she lifted her butt off the couch as his fingers scraped down her legs, her pants in tow. As he slid them over her feet, he gave them a squeeze.

"Still cold, aren't they?" he laughed. "Let's see if I can't warm them up." He put her feet at his sides. "Bend at the knees and let your legs go limp," he said, as he put one hand on each knee and gently spread her legs. He saw her red, swollen pussy lips, glistening with her love juice. She watched as his face dropped down and disappeared between her legs. As his mouth got closer, he could smell the sweet odor of her woman's crotch. He stopped when he felt her pubic hairs on his lips. He took a deep breath through his nose, letting the smell intoxicate him.

"You smell so sexy!" he whispered.

Then he exhaled, blowing gently on her puffy labia lips. He lowered his hands down her thighs until his fingers found her crotch and tugged at the sides of her slit, opening her magic cavern to his view. He breathed in, again, and blew a jet of air into the now exposed beginning of her love cave. He imagined what it would feel like, when the head of his dick was pressing, spreading her lips, on its way deep inside.

Jolie gasped as his fingers climbed further down her labia and pulled her wider open. He let his tongue dip down and taste her slippery juices and she moaned, her hips twitching up, bumping his face into her waiting love cave.

He let his tongue touch her everywhere, except where she wanted it most. He nipped and sucked on her outer labia, her desire growing with each new sensation. He knew she was almost ready when he saw her lubrication seeping down from the base of her pussy toward her ass hole. Joe flattened his tongue into her crevice and licked up, catching the slippery fluid. He lifted his tongue, which became more and more slippery as he climbed. He flicked his tongue from side to side, barely entering her, teasing her. As he reached the top of her slit, he made his tongue stiff and pointed, then barely touched the hood of her clitoris. As he continued to tease her, she wrapped her fingers in the hair on his head and lifted her mound to his mouth. She tried to push him into her, wanting more of his tongue, his lips, anything touching her clitoris, but he just kept barely glancing over it.

"Please... please..." Her voice came in short pants as her fingers grasped and pulled on his hair.

Joe lifted his head and slowly climbed with his tongue back up her belly to the base of her breasts. He tickled the bottom and sides of each breast with his fingertips. Then he began to knead them. Finally, he squeezed each breast and took the protruding nipple into him mouth. As he rolled the nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Jolie let out a moan.

"Please..." she whimpered.

As Joe's body settled between her legs, her hips began to squirm, trying to get pressure against her crotch. She wiggled and moaned again as he switched his mouth to the other breast.

Then he stopped. Her breathing was ragged and tense. She was flushed, her breasts swollen and full. He lifted himself up and stood beside the couch. She lay there, legs sprawled open, eyes begging.

Joe pulled off his shirt. She took his hand in hers and tugged at him to lie back down, to fill the space between her legs. Joe reached for his belt and undid his buckle. Jolie watched as he slowly undid the button. Then she heard the zipper. Her heart began to race as he slid his fingers down the sides of his legs, carrying with them his pants. Her eyes widened as she watched in slow motion when his dick appeared from beneath his underwear and slapped up against his belly.

Jolie had seen pictures before, but Joe seemed so much bigger. Her breath grew shorter and faster, as fear and excitement crashed together in what she knew was about to happen. She began to shake as Joe lowered his body back between her legs. He could feel her anxiety as he pressed on her knees with his hands, leaned forward, and spread her legs with his hips. He climbed her body with kisses, on her belly, her chest, her nipples, her neck, her lips.

Jolie had never tasted her own juices before, but now she hungrily sucked on Joe's tongue. He pressed as far as he could into her mouth, licking the top of her mouth and playing with her tongue. He lowered himself on to her, his fingers finding her breasts. As he rolled her nipples between his fingers, her pelvis began to lift up, reaching, searching. As he descended, she felt the bare bulge that was his engorged cock. He lowered his hips on to her, moistening himself by rubbing his cock from side to side over her cunt lips. Then slowly, carefully, he rocked his butt back. The head of his cock slid down past her clitoris, coming to rest on her outer lips.

Jolie had stopped bucking now, and looked into Joe's eyes. He saw the fear. He reassured her by looking deep into her eyes, and slowly, gently, letting the swollen head of his cock slide into her. He went in half an inch, then pulled out, lifted and slipped his dick head over the top of her clit. Then he went back in, an inch this time, pulled out and slid over her clit. He kept rocking in and out, going a little further with each thrust. The fear passed out of Jolie's eyes and was replaced by pleasure. She closed her eyes and moaned each time he passed over her pleasure button. Then she would moan again as she felt him push deeper inside of her.

She began to rock, too, finding the rhythm to their dance. By the time he was thrusting his whole length inside her tight pussy, and crashing into her now-hooded clit, she was overwhelmed by the sensation that was growing in her. His cock was sliding into her and she was bucking into him harder and harder. Deep from within her, from a place she didn't even know existed, Jolie let out a cry as his whole cock sunk into her and the base of his dick bumped in to her clitoris. He pulled his cock out of her, then thrust it into her in one fell swoop. She groaned. He repeated the thrust, bumping her again and again, each thrust becoming more and more urgent, her body tightening from deep inside. She grabbed his head and yanked his lips to hers. His thrusting was lifting her off the couch as her fingernails dug into his back and she pulled herself up. He felt her climax coming, coming...

"Ahgggg...," she screamed, giving in to the pleasure, as her body arched into a solid muscle mass. Her cunt clamped down on Joe's cock and became prickly with goose bumps. Joe felt himself pass the point of no return.

"Uhnh...," he joined her as he felt his cock begin to spasm.

She felt his powerful thrusts and tried to widen her legs to let him get deeper, deeper. He was crashing against her. She held him tight as he pushed her forward. He stopped and shuddered. His orgasm triggered another orgasm for her. She felt her vagina clamp around his shaft while a series of cramps sucked his seed deep inside her. Joe and Jolie clung to each other as their bodies merged into one, hanging there for what seemed a moment outside of time and space.

Slowly, gently, never wanting it to end, they both relaxed from exhaustion. Joe looked at Jolie, smiled, and gave her a gigantic squeeze of a hug with a deep, sensuous kiss. He let his lips linger, then pulled back enough to say,

"I love you, Jolie."

"I love you, Joe."




Goodnight, Jolie



They stayed wrapped around each other while Joe covered them with the comforter. The movie was still on. The man had just asked the woman to marry him. Joe and Jolie hugged each other tight as they enjoyed the happy ending.

"Are your feet still cold?" Joe asked.

"Yeah," Jolie smiled.

He pulled her tighter against him so she could feel the growing desire in his groin.

"We can work on that, if you want," he said.

"I'd like that," she said.



Goodnight Kiss



This is especially for M. Warm, intelligent and special. Somebody who understands how it feels.

*****

The first time it happens I'm just 18. 

It's late and I'm lying on my bed watching TV. I have the sound real low because my little brother and sister are asleep in their room just down the hall. I'm wearing a tee shirt and shorts because it's August and still too hot to wear anything else or to sleep beneath the sheets. 

I can hear the sound of the shower running in the room next to mine as my mom gets herself ready for bed. After a little while the house goes silent and I turn down the volume another notch just so that I don't disturb anybody. I'm getting tired and drifting. Kind of in that place just before one day merges into the next through sleep. 

My mom comes into my room a little while afterwards. It's not that unusual. She likes to do that sometimes. She might sit with me a little while. We don't talk much or anything but she stays with me for a time and then kisses me goodnight. It's just feels good for us to be close at that time of day. I think we both enjoy that.

Life is tough for my mom. She has this thing about not letting things get her down, but I know how hard it must be. Especially now. Mom lies down next to me on the bed. She doesn't speak but she smiles. I like that about her, she has the sweetest smile. 

She's wearing pyjamas. She looks pretty dressed like that. They are a deep blue colour and buttoned at the front. They are a little tight on her but somehow I like that. I don't really know why. I know she worries about the way she looks. She jokes about her big ass and her big boobs. I tell her she looks incredible. Sexy and beautiful, especially now, but she just laughs a little and tells me that is so cute.

But it's true. She's 38 and to me she looks perfect. She's about 5ft 8. She's curvy and stunning. I adore her curves. Her hair is still slightly wet and she smells fresh from her shower. Her hair is amazing. She wears it long. It's black and full, it suits her so well. But it's her eyes that blow me away. Deep brown. A real perfect brown eyed girl. 

But it's more than the way she looks. She's warm, intelligent and special. She's somebody who understands how it feels. That's why I feel the way I do about her.

I'm sitting up, resting against the board at the back of the bed. She does the same so that we are side by side. I like that. 

"What are you watching baby?" Her voice is just a whisper, soft and kind. 

It's some old movie. Something from the fifties or sixties, I don't know. I don't respond because I don't really think she wants me to. I feel like she's happy just to sit here with me as we both watch in silence. Maybe the two of us sitting like this next to each other is all that matters.

She reaches one hand up and strokes gently over the back of my neck, spreading her fingers through my hair. She smiles again and tells me that I have nice hair and that I take after her. It feels good when she says that to me.

I can tell that she likes to do this. Sometimes, when there's others around, she will touch me so that nobody notices too much. That hits me inside. She might brush her hand over my skin or press my shoulders a little. I like it best when she hugs me from behind. Once or twice, she has kissed my neck when she does that. That always feels so good. I'm used to her touching me like that and I ache for her to do it. She's my mom, I love her touching me.

After a little while she rests her head against my chest and I kind of hold her that way. She wraps her arm around my waist and stretches her hand underneath my tee shirt. We sit like that for a little while. Her hair feels sweet against my face. I can just make out the rise and fall of her breathing and the warmth of her body through her pyjamas.

Her fingers circle lightly over the skin of my stomach. It feels so nice when she does that. I never want her to stop doing that. She tells me sometimes how much she loves touching my skin. She makes me promise to her that nobody else can touch me that way. I would promise her anything, I think she must know that.

I want to close my eyes but I'm scared that I will fall asleep and that when I wake up she will be gone. Her touch makes me feel calm and I want to let myself go, but I don't want this to stop. It's as if she knows. As my body begins to relax against hers she turns her face up towards mine and looks at me. She leans up just a little so that her lips press lightly against my mouth.

It's a goodnight kiss, that's all. Just my mom wanting to feel close to me before we sleep.

She looks at me again after she has done that. She's stroking her fingers back and forth across my waist, just above the waistband of my shorts. 

"Does that feel nice honey?"

She speaks so quietly and so softly. I don't really know if she wants me to answer. I look down at her face. It's those eyes. There is something so special about those brown eyes. She waits for me.

"I love you mom, you know that don't you?"

It's not the answer to her question but it's what I want to say to her. I do love her, of course I do. But, right here and now, I say it because I want her to know that I can sense a part of her that is just for me. I want to her to know that I can feel that and I want her to know that I am always here for her, especially now. 

She puts her face back against my chest. Her touch seems a little more deliberate now. She makes circles across my stomach. The TV is still talking to me but it's just a quiet noise without meaning. Instead, all of my senses are trained on her and her touch. 

"You won't ever leave me baby, will you?"

She sounds a little vulnerable when she says that. Maybe I shouldn't, but it makes me feel good to know that she worries about being without me. I like her needing me that way.

"No mom, I promise, I'm going always be here for you."

Her fingers edge up slowly as she moves her touch across my nipple. It sends a tremor through me. There is something about her touching me like that. It's more than a simple physical touch. I can tell that she wants me to feel pleasure, a type of pleasure that is just for me. She is showing me she understands and that she knows how it feels.

She moves to kiss me again. Her lips are open just a little. She's still touching me, still stroking my nipple with the tips of her gorgeous fingers. Her lips are soft and moist. She has kissed me like this before. This time though I want her to know. I want her to feel like I do. I want her to know that I don't want this stop.

As she breaks the kiss there is a slight pause. Then, for the first time ever, I lean my face towards her and press my mouth to hers. It's not forceful or urgent. Just deliberate.

She responds. Later, she will tell me how she has lain awake at night touching herself and thinking about me. Imagining my mouth against hers. Imagining the taste of me. Too scared to think about how she feels but needing me too much to ever kill the thought.

Our kiss is a little longer than the last. It's gentle and it's warm. As it ends and our mouths part, she waits a few seconds before pressing smaller kisses against my lips, as if she wants the end of this moment to be slow and gradual. 

She takes her hand from beneath my shirt and moves herself upwards so that she is sat next to me again. I expect her to leave now and, for a few moments, I think she expects the same. 

She looks at me again. The changing light and shadows from the movement on the TV screen flickers across the room, illuminating her face. I only realise how hard I am when I feel her hand move lightly across my shorts. She is touching me. My mom's hand rubs across my penis and something inside of me triggers a deep and rich emotion. I love her but I know this different. I know that we shouldn't be doing this. I'm certain we both know it's something that shouldn't happen. But her touch against me feels exquisite.

She stares at me as she rubs me through the material of my shorts. She isn't smiling now and she isn't speaking. She seeks out the shape of my hardness and presses her fingers either side pulling back slightly so that I get a rush of deep sweetness as she does that. 

I feel like she needs me to do something. Like she needs me to show her that this OK and that I want to be part of this. I raise my own hand up and press it against one of her breasts. The feel of the stiffness of her nipple surprises me a little and I worry that I might have hurt her or something as my palm presses over it. I hear her let out a little gasp as I do that.

She moves away from me momentarily and unfastens the buttons at the front of her pyjama top. I can see the warm fullness of her stomach as the top opens. She takes my hand and rests it against her skin. Her hand is pressed gently against mine, holding my touch to her stomach like she wants us to share something inside of her.

In the half lit room I can see that her nipples are erect. She moves my hand upwards and presses it against one of her breasts, closing her eyes as she does that. She covers her hand over my mine, pushing my fingers so that they squeeze against her nipple.

We stay like that. I feel the round firmness of my mom's breasts and see her mouth open just slightly as she takes my touch. She places her hand firmly but lovingly on the back of my head and draws me to her. We both enjoy the bond as my mouth closes around her. 

I suck. Gently at first. It's instinctive and natural. My tongue and lips just enjoying the feel of her hard nipple and delicate areola in my mouth. Her breast feels beautiful in my mouth. She embraces me, holding my head in her hands. She moans slightly and softly. It excites me to know that she is aroused by me doing this. 

She opens her eyes and pulls me away from her, reaching to hold my face with one hand. Her fingers are either side of mouth, pressed into my cheeks as she pushes her mouth against mine and kisses me again. 

She uses her fingers to manipulate my mouth, moving it so that she can pull my lips apart as she plunges her tongue into me. She swirls it around the inside of my mouth, like she's greedy and needy for our kiss. This is different to how she has ever kissed me before. When my tongue connects with hers it's a feeling of being taken in to somewhere I've never been but that has always been waiting for me. We are tasting the inside of each other and feeling our way to somewhere strange. She is leading me there. 

There will be times in the future when we talk about this and she will tell me about how it felt for her. The nervous excitement as she contemplated this. She will tell me about how her attraction towards me emerged from her loneliness and fused itself with her love for me. She will talk to me about her hatred for the need for me that runs through her, but how incredible it felt to her the first time we kissed and touched like this. 

She takes me to that place with her. We feel the same confused attraction as we delve deeper. She uses her hand to twist my mouth onto hers, before licking and biting softly across my lips. She guides me lovingly into a sensuous and wonderful place where we both discover the beauty of incest. The mental acknowledgement of what we are doing provokes an intense sexual experience. It's something exclusive to us. Something that only we can provide each other.

Her hand returns to my body as we kiss. There is no pretence now. She lays her palm flat against my stomach and then slides down inside of my shorts until her hand rests against the swollen flesh of my penis. I tense a little as our skin meets. There is only the slightest movement as her fingers play and stroke lightly around the exposed head in a delicate motion. She plants tiny kisses across my face until her tongue flickers across my ear and she speaks to me,

"It's OK baby, we love each other, don't be scared, it's OK"

She begins to kiss my body. First it is my face, the plush velvet of her lips caressing my cheeks and chin. One of her hands continues to stroke and gently masturbate me as the other pushes the bottom of my tee shirt upwards. As she does this, her head moves downwards and her mouth trails across the flesh of my chest and her tongue brushes over my nipples. 

I watch her head sinking a little lower as her lips make a line of teasing kisses down my chest and stomach. Her hand releases my penis and she pushes my shorts down over my hips. I raise my rear from the bed just slightly so that she can free them. 

In that instant, and for the first time in my life, I feel the lush sensation as my mom's lips sweep sweetly over the tip of my cock. At first, she just rubs them across me in a slow and comforting touch. Then, as if to reassure me, she presses a soft kiss against the flesh. 

I look down towards her as she turns her face up towards me. Through the half-light emanating from the TV, I can see into those brown eyes. We are both perfectly still for a moment as we seek the other's willingness. My hand reaches down to touch her face. I want her to know that I love her. I want her to know that I feel this excitement too. I want her to know that I want her to do this to me. Her head moves slowly as she turns and I feel the hot wetness of her mouth as it enfolds me.

It feels like silk around me. She sucks tentatively over the head of my gland, gliding her mouth down my shaft. My body lifts slightly to meet her movement as my mom gives me her head. The low talking from the TV is the only sound in the room. I can't make a noise, I know that. I nervously keep my breathing shallow as the act unfolds. 

Holding me steadily in her hand, she works my cock between her lips in a steady motion as her mouth moves up and down me. Now and then she releases me, her soft lips roll across my crown lubricated perfectly by the precum oozing from me. Each time there are just a few seconds pause before I feel the jagged thrill as she takes me back inside of her. My thoughts run with the strange emotion and experience of my mom sucking me. My hands hold her head. She seems to like that, increasing her momentum and drawing me deeper with each movement. 

In the months that follow she will tell me that this part of her is mine. The gentle mouth that has kissed me goodnight a thousand times is mine to fuck whenever I want it. She tells me that she loves doing this for me. Loves the taste and sensation of my cock against her lips and tongue.

My body begins to relax as my senses explore the experience of oral sex for the first time. I want to tell her that this feels so good. I want to tell her that I love her. I want to tell her that I never want this to end, but I don't speak.

I don't know how long it lasts. She seems to know the exact points in her movement at which to suck me a little more tightly and when to pause, licking gently across the head of me. In time she will explain. Tell me how she love the bond and intimacy of oral sex. with her own son. Her tongue dances and flicks like a feather over the swollen tip of me. She tells me later that it should feel just like a butterfly fluttering over me. A butterfly kiss. That's how it feels every time. 

She knows when I need her take me back inside of her. Drawing me back in and letting me experience the fullness of her sweet mouth. As I slip gently towards orgasm I instinctively draw my hips back just a little, uncertain what she wants or needs me to do.

She holds me there. Letting me release spasms of thick cum into her and swallowing down each spurt. One day she will tell me how much she loves that. How she likes to have that part of me inside of her so that we are joined in the way that we always should be. An unbreakable bond between us.

She lets me rest there as I empty myself, the delicious sensation of my orgasm slowly fading. She prolongs my pleasure by cleaning me with her tongue, gently lapping and washing my penis and skin with her mouth. Cleaning up after her boy, like a perfect mother would. 

When she is done she raises her mouth back to mine and we kiss again. Her mouth is warm and still wet, the taste and scent of my own sperm passing between our lips and tongues. That is beautiful. She is beautiful.

She whispers "goodnight" as she leaves and sleep comes. 

It's in the morning when I remember it. A dream. A deep and sensuous dream. I reach down and feel the warm wetness that has leaked from in the night. A loving and gentle goodnight kiss from my beautiful mom.



Goodnight Kisses



There was a light rapping on his window that caused Matt to stir from his slumber. He was in the middle of a rather pleasant dream and was reluctant to let go of it. He was making love to someone, but he couldn't quite tell who it was in his dream. It wasn't his girlfriend, Alison, he was sure of that. If only he could see this wonderful girl that was bringing him such pleasure. She was just. . . 

TAP TAP TAP.

"What the Hell?" he mumbled. He sat up and flipped on the lamp beside his bed. The alarm clock stated that it was five minutes past five in the morning. It was still a few minutes before dawn, at this time of the year.

TAP TAP TAP.

Matt stumbled out of bed and raised the blinds on the window that was facing the back yard. There stood his sister, Lisa, shivering in the cool morning air. He stood there, just staring at her for a moment while his mind tried to register just what the heck was going on. It took some frantic gesturing on his sister's part to snap him out of his trance and get him to open the window. The cold air drafted in and helped wake him up a bit. Lisa immediately began to climb in, landing on her belly on the floor.

"What in God's name are you up to? You could have used the damn front door, you know," he berated.

Lisa rolled over into a sitting position and slid across the floor with her back to Matt's bed. She sighed heavily and leaned against it. She was dressed only in shorts and a tee shirt, and was still shivering. Her eyes were puffy and red as though she had been doing a good deal of crying recently. Matt shut the window and studied her with a disapproving eye, noting that she smelled as though she had recently taken a bath in stale beer.

"My keys are in my purse at Katie's house, along with my phone. I left my jacket there, too. I didn't want to wake up Grandma by ringing the doorbell, so I was hoping you would let me in."

"What happened?" Matt asked.

"I don't want to talk about it right now."

"Did someone, uh, hurt you? Are you OK?" he asked. His tone changed from one of irritation to concern.

"I'm OK. No one touched me," she replied.

"Here, let me help you up. You look like you spent the night in the freezer. Did you walk here all the way from Katie's house?" Matt asked her, taking her hands and pulling her from the floor gently. She was such a little thing, about five feet four and couldn't have weighed much more than a hundred pounds. He sat her on the edge of his bed and draped his blanket across her shoulders. She pulled the blanket tight and sort of half-smiled up at him.

"Yeah, I walked home," Lisa admitted.

"Jesus, Lisa. Couldn't you have gotten to a phone and called me? You know that I would have come to get you! You can't be walking ten miles in the dark. Some freak could have grabbed you or something," he said.

"I know. But I had a lot of thinking to do."

It had seemed like during the past year or so, Matt had been doing a lot of worrying about his little sister. She was almost nineteen but still acted as though she was in middle school. Her grades at community college were barely passable, and he suspected that she spent more of her time partying than studying. It was hard to tell exactly what she was up to because they rarely spoke to each other for any length of time anymore. Now here she was crawling through the window at five in the morning.

"I just don't want anything to happen to you. I'm going to make some coffee. Do you want me to get you a cup of tea?" he offered. Lisa wouldn't drink coffee, but would sometimes have a cup of tea with her grandmother.

"That would be nice, Matt," she replied.

"OK, I'll bring it in. Be right back."

Matt made his way to the kitchen and started the coffee maker. He also began to heat up some water for Lisa's tea. It was horribly early for him to be up, especially on a Sunday. Still, he thought that he would have a hard time going back to sleep. He thought that he could possibly lend some emotional support to his sister. Maybe get her to talk to him for a change. Short of slapping her upside the head and telling her to straighten up, he wasn't sure exactly what he could do to help her, though. For the millionth time over the last couple of years, he wished that his parents were still around. Their grandmother was OK, but she was in her late eighties and there was a huge disconnect between Lisa and her. They got along fine, but grandma would never be a shoulder to cry on, so to speak.

Matt carried the coffee and tea back to his room only to find Lisa snoring softly. He sighed and set the cups down on his desk. She looked as though she had just tipped over in the position that she was in when he had left the room and fallen instantly asleep. She was half on, half off the bed and didn't look like she could be very comfortable. She must have been totally drained after spending the entire night walking home in the dark. She was such a pretty young woman, didn't she realize any of the terrible things that could have happened to her? Didn't she realize the amount of stress it was putting him through to have to worry about things like that?

Matt took a sip of his coffee, walked over and as gently as he could, he removed her shoes. Without waking her, he lifted her legs onto the bed and made sure that she was covered up. He wanted to crawl into bed with her and just hold onto her. He wanted to some how get her back from whatever path it was that she was headed down. Maybe he would try to get through to her later after she had some sleep.

*****

Lisa came into the kitchen sometime during late afternoon that Sunday. Both Matt and her grandmother were sitting at the table. It smelled as though they were baking something.

"Something smells good," Lisa stated.

"Yeah, Grandma's baking a pie," said Matt.

"These days, I think that Matt did most of it, but I can still tell him what to do. Are you feeling better, dear? Matt said that he thought that you may have been coming down with something," her grandmother wondered.

Lisa's eyes darted to her brother, then to an empty chair at the table where her jacket and purse sat. The same jacket and purse that she had left behind the night before. She thought that Rick or Katie had probably dropped them off.

"I feel all right. I think all that I needed was some rest. Matt took care of me. I'm going to go take a shower, then I think I'll have a piece of that pie if it's ready," Lisa said.

"Oh, heavens yes. You're too skinny, dear, what you need is a nice slice of apple pie. We'll find out how good of a baker your brother is."

Matt just smiled and didn't mention the purse and jacket.

"I don't think that you'd let him go wrong, Grandma."

Lisa took her time in the shower and to get dressed afterward. By the time that she got back to the kitchen, Matt was the only one there. He was finishing up a few dishes at the sink.

"You finally made it back. I thought maybe you had gotten lost or something. You better have a piece of pie while it is still warm. It's not too bad, if I do say so myself," he said over his shoulder.

"OK, I guess I'll try it. It smells good. Hey Matt, how did my stuff get here?" she asked. She wasn't in any hurry to get into a discussion about the events of the night before, but she was curious.

"I had to go to the store to get some things so I stopped by Katie's house and picked them up for you," Matt replied.

"Did you talk to her?"

"Only as far as to say that I came to pick up your stuff. You don't have to tell me anything, but I wish that you would. I worry about you Lisa." Matt dried his hands and grabbed a paper plate off a rack and proceeded to cut Lisa a large slice of pie. He set it down on the table in front of her. Lisa took a seat and gave her brother a guilty look.

"I'll tell you what happened, but later OK? Maybe after Grandma goes to bed," she stated.

"Fair enough. But eat your pie. Grandma's right, you're too skinny. If someone wanted to kidnap you, they could do it with one hand."

Lisa had to smile.

"You think I need to get fat so I don't get kidnapped? Why are you so worried about someone trying to kidnap me anyway?" she asked.

"Because I love you and I don't want anything to happen to you. I know that you're an adult, you remind me all of the time. You're also a beautiful girl, and you'll always be my little sister. It would be easy for some asshole to take advantage of you. I don't have a whole lot of confidence that Rick is sober enough most of the time to protect you. As for getting fat, I don't know if that will help you or not, but it can't hurt," he explained.

"I'll try, but you'll have to keep making pies. And maybe some chocolate chip cookies," she said. She took a forkful of pie into her mouth and nodded in approval. Matt's little speech was affecting her a lot more than she was letting on. She wanted nothing more than to run to her room and cry.

Matt put a hand on Lisa's shoulder, causing her to stiffen in her chair. She wasn't really used to him touching her. She paused with her fork in mid-air.

"I've got some stuff to do, but don't run away. I still want to have that talk with you later, OK?" he asked.

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise," she replied.

When she was sure that her brother had gone, she pushed her plate aside and rested her head on her arms on the table in front of her. It was good pie, but the way that her stomach was feeling, she didn't quite trust it enough to put any food into it. On top of that, she felt guilty as hell that she had caused so much worry for Matt. He was dead-on about Rick, he probably didn't care all that much about what happened to her one way or another. Matt had said 'I love you' and more nice things about her in a couple of minutes than Rick had said to her in the two years that she had been seeing him.

*****

Matt was gone for much longer than he had originally planned to be. He didn't tell his sister what the 'stuff' was that he had to do. It involved his girlfriend and the fact that he didn't want to see her anymore. He didn't hate her or anything, but she was starting to become a strain on him. The girl just wouldn't leave him alone. He started to feel like she was some sort of a parasite sucking the life out of him. Between college, his job, and trying to take care of the house, he just didn't have enough time for her. She didn't take the news very well, and he found it difficult to get away. 

Matt wasn't used to breaking up with someone, usually he was the one that was getting dumped. By the time he had gotten home it was late and he was mentally exhausted. Kicking off his shoes, he walked toward his room. He was halfway there when he met his sister in the hall.

"Alison called," she said, rolling her eyes. "Twice."

Matt put a hand to his forehead.

"Ugh. I was just with her about twenty minutes ago. I was trying to break things off. I don't have a whole lot more to say to her. I kind of hoped that things would have went a little more smooth than what they did. It was like some sort of a damn nightmare. You would have thought that we had been married for twenty years or something."

"Yeah, well, she'll just have to suck it up. You can do a lot better than her, and she probably knows it," Lisa said, following Matt to his room. He plopped down heavily into a ratty old recliner that he refused to get rid of.

"Aw. She didn't do anything wrong. I just don't have time for her. I can't go out every night. Hell, I have a hard time staying up past ten o'clock. Between work and school, I need some time to rest you know? She wanted to take like every second of my free time. God, I feel like an asshole," he explained.

"You're anything but an asshole, Matt. Don't give in to her, though. It would be easy to feel sorry and the next thing you know, you'll be back together and worn ragged some more. She'll get over it."

Matt flashed a weary smile, marveling at how his little sister so readily dished out relationship advice. She still looked like a little girl in her pajamas and her hair back in a pony tail. It didn't seem possible that she was all grown up.

"Well, Dear Abbey, you know my problems. You feel like sharing yours?" he asked.

"Oh man. OK," she took a seat on the bed. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard.

"Well, you took me to Katie's last night, you know that. Our boyfriends were coming over, they always hang out together. You know Rick, but you don't know Ryan, I don't think. That's Katie's boyfriend. We all had a bunch of beers and were having a pretty good time. I guess that I must have had a little too much to drink and ended up going to sleep pretty early. I woke up on the couch later on and went into Katie's room. They were in there having sex." Lisa stopped talking and looked down at the floor.

"Who was having sex?" Matt asked.

"All three of them. They wanted me to join in, but I'm just not into that. Rick didn't even stop when he saw me standing there, he just kept going. I didn't know what to do so I just left. After I was walking for a while, I thought that Rick would come after me, but he never did. He was probably too tired from fucking Katie the whore than to worry about me." Lisa's gaze remained pointing toward the floor as she spoke. Matt could tell from the sound of her voice that she was fighting herself to keep from crying.

"I just never saw that coming, you know? They were my friends, but I'm just not like that. If I would have known what was going to happen then I never would have went over there. Now I lost my boyfriend and my best friend. I don't even want to look at them again," she sobbed.

Matt got out of his chair and went over to sit next to his sister on the bed. He put his arm around her shoulders and tried to comfort her.

"I'm proud of you, Lisa. Not the drinking part, but the walking away. You don't need to be hanging out with people like that. It's too bad that you didn't think to take your phone with you so that I could have come and gotten you. You can call me anytime at all, you know? I don't want to let anything happen to you. I don't care how old you are, you're still just a little girl to me," he whispered.

Lisa turn and rested her head against her brother's shoulder.

"I wish I really was just a little girl so that you could take care of me. I wish I could just redo the last couple of years."

"I'll always take care of you," Matt responded, holding her a little tighter.

"Rick and I never talked about it, but I just assumed that he loved me. I thought that he probably never said it because that was just the way that he was. The truth is I'm probably just someone that he could drink with and fuck when he got bored. And I never thought that Katie would do that. I guess I'm not as smart as I thought, huh?"

The thought of Lisa having sex with anyone made Matt kind of sick, let alone being involved in a drunken orgy. He didn't want anyone touching his little sister.

"I don't think that anyone is as smart as they think they are, Lisa. Just do me a favor. No matter what that asshole Rick has to say, no matter what, don't go back with that guy. If I see him around here, he's going to end up buried in the back yard," Matt said.

"I'm never going to see him again, I promise," she said into his shoulder.

*****

The next few days were uneventful for the most part. Except for the occasional irrational phone call, Matt managed to avoid Alison. Katie and Rick stayed away from Lisa. Lisa rode to school in the morning with her brother, and walked straight home when she was done. Matt had to work during the week after his classes were over, so he wasn't able to give her a ride home. It wasn't a bad walk, though.

Matt worked five hours a night during the week in an Italian restaurant. Sometimes he helped cook, sometimes he washed dishes. Normally he would have to leave work and spend what little was left of the night with Alison. These days, he was able to go home. He was thinking about how great that felt when he came home to find Lisa on the couch in front of the TV. He went and took a seat next to her.

"Hi," she greeted.

"Hi. Did you do your homework?" Matt asked. She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Yes. And I did your stinky laundry. I folded it, but I didn't put it away. It's on your bed."

"Well aren't you just a little angel? Want to do my homework, too?" he kidded. She slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

"I could if you want to fail. I think you're better off doing it yourself. I could get you something to eat, though if you want. Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Seriously, thanks for the laundry and thanks for the food offer. I ate at the restaurant, though. I don't have much for homework, just a little reading to do," he said.

"Oh, it's no problem. I'm going to take a bath and get ready for bed. Don't stay up reading too late. You need to get your beauty sleep," she advised, rising from the couch. Matt chuckled.

"What are you trying to say? You think I'm getting ugly?" he asked. Lisa wanted to smile, but managed to keep a straight face.

"No. I don't want you to work too hard. And just because you don't want a girlfriend right now doesn't mean that you shouldn't stay handsome for all the girls. Some girls probably enjoy looking at you. You should get your beauty sleep so you don't disappoint them.," she explained.

"Oh." Matt was left wondering if she was serious or not, and what exactly she meant either way. He switched off the TV grabbed his books.

It was almost an hour later what Lisa came out of the bathroom, fresh from the bath and in her night clothes. Matt often wondered how it could possibly take so long to wash herself and put on pajamas, but he assumed that was going to be one of the mysteries that he would never find the answer to. She walked over to him and gave him a light kiss on the temple. Matt put down his book and looked up quizzically at his sister.

"What was that for?"

"I was just kissing you good night. Did you not want me to?" she asked.

"No, it was nice. You just haven't ever done it before. It was very sweet. And you smell very sweet, like a vanilla cupcake," he replied.

"A cupcake, huh? Well you smell like spaghetti sauce. You better take a shower in the morning," she giggled.

*****

Matt was liking the way that things were going for the next couple of weeks. Without having to worry about keeping his girlfriend happy, he was able to keep up with his schoolwork no problem. He and Lisa were getting along probably better than they ever had before. She had been staying home and focusing on her schoolwork, while at the same time helping with the household chores. She had also been giving him his goodnight kiss every night without fail. He found himself looking forward to it a little more than he should, perhaps.

Maybe it was a combination of not having a girlfriend for a couple of weeks and his sister's new found affection for him, but he found himself having an awfully hard time concentrating on the book that he was trying to read. His problem centered on Lisa who was laying flat on her stomach on the living room floor in front of him. She was doing something on her laptop in front of the TV. She was wearing short shorts and Matt couldn't keep his eyes off of her amazingly well-defined ass. Depending upon how she adjusted her position, he was getting some rather revealing glimpses of her anatomy. He felt kind of guilty, but not enough to stop looking. Finally, he set his book down and muttered under his breath.

"Jesus."

"What?" Lisa asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

"I'm trying to read, but you're distracting me. Do you think you could sit someplace else, maybe?" he asked. Right after the words left his mouth, he realized that he should have just kept quiet and went into his room.

"OK," she agreed. She proceeded to slide over about three feet to her right, and stay in the same position on the floor. "Is this better?" she asked innocently.




Goodnight Kisses



"You know what, don't worry about it, I'm done. I'm going to go get ready for bed." Matt thought that it would be prudent to dodge the question entirely and make an exit. It was getting late.

"OK, then."

He had just gotten into bed when there was a knock on his door and Lisa came in without waiting for him to answer.

"You forgot your goodnight kiss," she said. She walked over to the bed and kissed him on the cheek. "There, now you can go to bed."

"Thank you, Lisa. Goodnight," he said. She got almost out the door before she turned around.

"What was I doing to distract you out there?" she asked.

"Nothing," he responded quickly.

"I must have been doing something. What was it?" she asked again, batting her eyelids. Matt felt like he was being toyed with. He bit his lower lip for a moment before he responded.

"It was your shorts."

"What's wrong with my shorts?" she asked.

"Well it was . . . it was your butt. You have a nice butt and I could see a lot of it. I had to get out of there, you know?" he replied.

"That was very naughty, Mathew. But thank you for the compliment. Goodnight." She left the room and closed the door behind her, with her heart beating rapidly. Heck, it wasn't just beating, it was thumping. She was turning her brother on! For some reason, she liked it. 

Matt was wondering what the Hell had gotten into his sister. She was disgusted at the thought of having sex with her friends but seemed to have no problem teasing her brother with her ass. Did he even have a problem with it? What did that say about him? For now, he was just going to tell himself it wasn't a big deal and that Lisa was just having fun with him. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea for them both to be home together so much, but he wasn't about to do anything to change it.

Things were pretty normal for the next couple of days, Matt was looking forward to the weekend so that he could lay around and be lazy. It was also the only two days of the week that he could catch up with his grandmother. She was almost always in bed by the time that he got home at night. He basically only got to see her for a couple of minutes each morning during the week. He was glad to see that Lisa was spending a lot more time with her after her current change of attitude in life. He wouldn't readily admit it to most people, but Matt found himself looking forward to going home each night and spending time with his sister. It wasn't just because she was nice to look at, although that was part of it. He enjoyed her company.

Matt was happy to find Lisa in the kitchen when he got home that Friday night. She had the refrigerator door open and seemed to be taking a mental inventory of its contents.

"Hi."

"Hi, how's it going? I thought you might be out on a hot date or something tonight," he said.

"I decided to stay away from that for a while. The only thing hot tonight is what I decide to put in the microwave. I need a snack," she replied.

"I was thinking about going to get a milkshake. Do you feel like ice cream? We can still make it there before they close," he asked.

"Ice cream? You just want my butt to get bigger so that you can see it better," she smirked. Matt just gave it right back to her this time.

"I'm sure that you'll still have a fantastic ass even after you eat an ice cream cone," he replied.

"It went from nice to fantastic. I'm glad that you like it. I guess I could go for some ice cream," she said, closing the door to the fridge.

The two of them sat on a bench under the lights at the ice cream place. Matt was finishing his shake, Lisa her cone. There wasn't many people out for as nice as it was out for a Friday night. Matt stood up and threw his empty cup in the bin.

"Well, what do you want to do now?" he asked. Lisa looked mildly surprised at the question.

"Aren't you tired? What did you have in mind?"

"I figured you might be sick of sitting around the house every night. We could still catch a movie if you felt up to it. But we'd have to hurry." Matt suggested. Lisa's face brightened considerably.

"You're tricky, Mathew. You've been taking me on a date all of this time and I didn't even realize it. Let's go!"

*****

It was well after midnight by the time that they made it home from the movie theater. They were both in high spirits despite the fact that they were pretty tired. Lisa talked Matt's ear off for the entire ride home. She was in her little girl mode and was reminding him of how she used to act when they were both much younger. It made him smile to know that she was happy. And she was right. It did feel kind of like a date. It was fun.

There were butterflies in Matt's stomach when he got ready for bed that night. He knew that he shouldn't be so excited to be kissed by his sister, but he couldn't help but to look forward to it. As the minutes ticked by, he lay in bed wondering if maybe she hadn't fallen asleep or not. He couldn't quite bring himself to get out of bed and go get his kiss, so turned off his lamp and he waited as patiently as he could. Finally there was a soft knock on his door and Lisa crept in.

"Are you still awake?" she whispered.

"I can't go to sleep until I get my kiss," he answered. 

Lisa giggled a nervous little giggle. She made her way over to the bed and gave Matt a quick peck on the forehead.

"Goodnight Mathew."

"Goodnight, Lisa. I love you."

Lisa began to move away, but seemed to have second thoughts. She spun around and planted her lips firmly against her brother's. Unlike the first quick kiss that she delivered, this time she lingered. Matt was on the edge of pulling her into bed with him when she finally did pull away. She whispered into his ear before she left.

"I love you, too. Thank you for the date tonight."

Matt was having a difficult time falling asleep after that. He really didn't think that Lisa was teasing him anymore. She was certainly acting like she wanted to sleep with him. He was feeling like he didn't just love her, he was IN love with her. He wasn't sure at all how he should go about this business. 

***** 

Saturday was indeed a lazy day for Matt. He slept in for the first time in ages and was greeted to an empty house by the time he got up and around. He found a note by the coffee pot saying that Lisa had taken the car and that she and their Grandma had gone shopping. He did absolutely nothing until they came home later on and he helped carry the groceries in. Then, they actually sat down and had lunch as a family.

Grandma had gone off to nap, Matt was thinking about doing the same to continue his lazy theme for the weekend. Lisa seemed to still have some ambition as she was at the kitchen sink cleaning up from lunch. Matt came in to grab a quick drink and to tell his sister what he was up to.

"Hey Lisa. I just wanted to tell you how happy I am that you have been spending more time at home. You're really making things easy on me. It's great that you're able to keep an eye on Grandma while I'm at work." 

Lisa didn't turn around, but Matt could tell that she began to smile.

"I just got sick of what I was up to. I got sick of the people that I was hanging out with. Do you know that I dated Rick for almost two years and I don't even know why? I didn't love him. I didn't really even like him all that much. It's like he was just . . there, you know? He hasn't even called since that night. Not that I want him to, but I suppose that I didn't mean all that much to him, either. It makes you really think about things, you know?"

"Sounds like you got things figured out. I'm glad that you got out that situation. You don't deserve that. I'm proud of you," Matt said.

Lisa let the water out of the sink and dried her hands.

"I'm glad that you broke up with Alison. I know it's mean and selfish of me to say, but since you haven't been with her you've been home with me. I've needed that."

"I haven't really done anything," Matt said.

"You talk to me. You make me do my homework. You take care of me," she said.

Matt set his drink down so that he could embrace Lisa in a massive hug.

"You've been easy to take care of. It makes me happy to come home and you're here. I like just sitting around and hanging out with you. And I like it when you kiss me goodnight," he said. He had planned on letting her go, but couldn't quite bring himself to release her. She didn't seem to mind.

"I like it, too. It's almost like we're . . ." her voice trailed off and she seemed to lose her train of thought. She started talking again, this time in a near whisper. "When I kiss you goodnight sometimes do you want to do something more than that?" she asked.

"I do, but I .." Matt began, but was cut off when the phone began to ring. That seemed to break whatever spell the two of them were under. They let each other go and Lisa went to answer the phone.

"I'm going to go take a nap so that I can continue my weekend of laziness. I was thinking that maybe later we could get a movie or something if you're interested," Matt said when Lisa came back after the phone call.

"That sounds fine. I'm going to take the car and go over and see Carrie for a little while. She's going to help me with one of my papers, but I'll be back. I can pick us up something to watch on the way home. If that's OK with you," she said.

"Sure," he replied., as she headed out the door.

Matt was feeling rather nervous. It sounded like he and his sister had agreed to engage in some kind of incestuous activity on one level or another. They didn't have a chance to finish the conversation, though. He shouldn't have let her go until he had a better handle on what was going on.

*****

Lisa made it back home shortly before dark. Ordinarily, Matt would have been hesitant to let her take the car anywhere without him. It was their only vehicle and she had a history of being somewhat less than responsible. No problem, that night, though. Matt was just hanging up the phone when she found him in the living room. He looked a little distraught.

"Is everything all right?" she asked.

"I just got off the phone with Alison. She kept going on and on about things and wanted to come over," he replied with a frown.

"What did you tell her?" she wondered.

What could he tell her? He was getting awfully tired of repeating himself to the woman. He wasn't going to tell her that he was in love with his sister, she already seemed crazy enough without being told something like that.

"I told her that it wasn't a good idea and for her to stop calling me. Man, I never broke up with anyone before. I thought that she was over it, but apparently not. I think I may have caused her to go insane. Makes me feel like crap," he replied.

Lisa walked over and rubbed his arm reassuringly.

"I think that you did good, Matt. You shouldn't feel too bad. I know that it's probably hard on her, losing a guy like you. I probably wouldn't be able to handle losing you, either. She's just going to have to get over it. 

"Anyway I got a movie, if you still want to watch one with me. It will make you feel better. It's about space exploration and a bunch of people get their asses torn off by bloodthirsty aliens," she said happily.

Her brother smiled. He didn't know why she liked to watch such things. She always had a tendency to laugh at things on TV that made him cringe.

"You're weird, but there's nothing else the I would rather do. I can always close my eyes during the gross parts. I'm going to change into my pajamas first. Then maybe make us some popcorn if you want some."

"Sure. I'll go change, too."

Once they had changed they sat on the couch together watching the movie. Lisa was curled up next to Matt and was leaning on him heavily. He didn't mind, he had even dared to reach out and put an arm around her. There came the inevitable part of the movie where the sexy space-girl was in the shower. About to be terrorized by an alien, no doubt. Lisa reached up and put a hand over Matt's eyes.

"You're not allowed to watch this part," she teased.

"Oh, come on. It's the best part of the movie so far," he lamented.

She pulled her hand back and left it resting across Matt's lap.

"Do you think she has a nice butt?" she asked.

"Look, just because I said that I like your butt doesn't mean that I am an expert in the matter. But, yes, to answer your question, I think that she has a nice butt. That's probably how she got the role, it sure as hell isn't because she's a great actress," he replied.

Lisa giggled. She tried to imitate the actress.

"Captain! Life support is failing, I'll go see what I can do. First though, I have to change into a tighter uniform and make sure that you can see my nipples poking out in the front," she said, pulling her night shirt tight against her chest.

Matt smiled down at her.

"You'd make a great sexy space explorer."

"You think I'm sexy? You could be the handsome captain. Do you want to give me an order?" she asked, batting her eyes dramatically.

" Like what?" he asked swallowing hard.

"Well, that's up to you. There must be something that you want me to do. Anything you want, think about it," she replied with a wicked grin.

"There's lots of things that I can imagine having you do, but I don't know if..." he trailed off.

"Try me."

"We've been talking a lot about your butt. Let me see it," he said softly.

Lisa stood from the couch and quickly slipped her panties down her legs and completely off. She pulled her night shirt over her head, leaving her clad in her bra. She stood with her back to Matt and bent slightly forward from the waist.

"Can you see it all right?" she asked.

He had a pretty good view, considering it was almost in his face. It was perfectly shaped and in proportion to the rest of her body. From the angle that she was posing in he had no trouble seeing the tiny pucker of her asshole and the soft mound of her pussy lips. The contrasting pink of her pussy and her milky-white skin was a beautiful sight to him, indeed. It was more than he imagined it would be.

"Well?" she asked again.

"I, I don't know what to say, Lisa. You're amazing, but uh, do you really think that you should be showing me that?" he wondered.

Lisa turned around and sat directly on Matt's lap. She put her arms around his neck and began to whisper.

"Because I'm your little sister?"

"Yeah," he replied. She started to kiss the side of his neck, causing a soft moan from her brother.

"I thought about that. You can pretend that I'm someone else, if it's gross for you. But I want you Matt."

Matt gently pushed his sister back to get her to stop kissing him. She looked back at him, slightly concerned.

"I don't want to pretend that you're somebody else, Lisa. I think that I'm in love with you. I want to make you happy," he said.

"You do Matt, you do. Just hearing you say that makes me a happy girl," she said, settling back into his arms. It didn't appear as though they were going to be watching the end of the movie. 

"Let's go to my room, OK?"

Lisa got to her feet and led her brother down the hall into her bedroom. She knew that they both had a whole lot to talk about, but there would be time for that later. She had been wanting to sleep with her brother for a long, long time. Perhaps even before she had started dating Rick. She had been wanting to show him that she could be more than just a little sister. Now that she literally had him by the hand and was guiding him into her bed, she wasn't going to let him go. She wanted to stay away from any long, drawn out conversation that could possibly instil any doubts in Matt's mind about what they were about to do. She had already gone through all of the questions about morality and guilt inside of her head a million times. What she needed to show Matt right now was the joys of physical contact and love making without any of the emotional baggage that would detract from their enjoyment.

Taking a seat on the edge of her bed, Lisa patted the mattress beside her. Matt followed her lead. He was fairly nervous. More so than when he was a high school virgin about to nail his girlfriend for the first time at her parents' beach house. He wanted Lisa so badly that he could barely function.

"Lisa, are you sure that. . ." he began. Lisa silenced him with a finger to his lips.

"Listen, Mathew. If you are in love with me anywhere near as much as I am with you, then you will MAKE love to me now. We can talk about it for the rest of the weekend if you want. I need you right now, OK?"

"OK," he replied. 

He pulled his shirt off, then pulled Lisa into his arms almost in the same motion. Lisa unclasped her bra and managed to discard it before she was caught up in her brother's embrace. Her breasts were small enough to where it was debatable if she really needed to wear a bra or not. Still, Matt could feel them press against his chest and a wave of excitement immediately passed through him. Their kisses started off hungry and progressed to frantic in a few short moments. Matt pushed his sister onto her back and more toward the center of the bed, maybe with a little bit more force than he had intended. She bounced back a bit, her eyes wide with surprise and anticipation.

"I'm going to lick you," he explained.

Lisa just nodded aggressively in the affirmative. She spread her legs wide for her brother with a hand on each of her knees. She wasn't shaved, she barely needed to. There was a small sliver of blondish, brown hair located slightly above her sex. As eager as Matt was to take her into her mouth, he sat back and just looked for a moment. Only a moment, though.

Matt started by running his tongue up and down the length of her slit, then pulled open her lips and tasted Lisa's sweet juices more fully. His sister was hissing and 'ooing' through all of this, but she had to fight from screaming when he focused all of his attention on the nub of her clitoris. Her hands went from holding her knees to pressuring her brothers face against her pussy.

"That's it, baby. Oh fuck!" she snarled.

It didn't take that much longer for Lisa to have an orgasm. Matt had never had that good of luck to make a girl cum so soon. Perhaps it was the entirety of the situation that got to Lisa, but it was a great orgasm. Matt could taste it, and he loved it. Sensing that she had came, though not entirely believing it, Matt slowed his licking and sucking.

"Did you cum?" he asked.

"Fucking A."

Matt sat up on his knees and pushed his pajamas and boxers down. He wiggled around a bit and kicked them off. It was the first time that Lisa had seen Matt totally naked. She was happy to see that he was shaved. Rick wasn't and all that hair usually got in the way. After a while it felt like she was screwing a ball of steel wool or something. She made a move to grab him, her intention being to begin a blowjob. Matt grabbed her by the shoulder and flopped her back on her back.

"You can suck me later. I'm going to fuck you now.," he said.

Lisa was surprised and delighted at her brother's aggressiveness. All of the concerns and worries that she had before when she decided that she would try and get him into bed were gone. The only thing that she was feeling was the pleasure of his touch. The smile on his face when he entered her was something that she would not soon forget. She wanted to make him smile like that for the rest of his life.

Having the full length of his cock buried inside of his little sister was an amazing feeling for Matt. It's not that he hadn't enjoyed all of the other sex that he had during the course of his young life, but this was on a different level. Every little motion, every little noise that Lisa made was turning him on more and more. The only problem that he was having was that it was turning him on maybe a little too much. He could feel his orgasm building pretty much from the first penetration, and now after a couple of minutes, there was nothing he could do but cum.




Goodnight Kisses



Lisa could sense that her brother was probably on the edge of climax. His face changed, his rhythm changed. Though she hadn't had a chance to build up to a second orgasm, she wasn't disappointed at all to have him cumming so soon.

"You can cum in your little sister, Mathew. I want to feel it," she said.

Matt couldn't really respond with much more than a growl at that point. He was already beginning to empty his load into his sister. She could, indeed, feel it and was cooing contentedly as Matt's ropes of semen shot into her. She squealed a little when he wrapped his arms around her back and she suddenly found herself laying on top of him while he was on his back. He managed to pull the move off without pulling out of her. He kissed her with enough force to temporarily take her breath away.

"I'm sorry that I came so soon, but you feel really good, Lisa. Give me a minute and we'll try that again," he said softly into her ear. Lisa just giggled and went back to kissing.

It was hard to say how many more times that they had sex that night. Technically, they never really stopped. However they wanted to look at it, it was about a three hour love making session. When Matt woke up, he was spooning against Lisa from behind. He found that his left arm was probably paralyzed and that he was stuck to his sister at various points of contact between their bodies due to the drying of whatever fluids they had secreted during the night.

"Did you wake up, Matt?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah."

Lisa rolled around so that she could face him. She smiled and gave him a quick kiss.

"I woke up a few minutes ago, but I didn't want to move and wake you up. And I liked having you hold me like that," she explained.

Matt smiled back and began flexing his arm, trying to get some feeling back.

"Good morning. We really did all of those things last night, right? I didn't just dream it up?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. Lisa sat up and stretched a little.

"Yes we did," she said, taking a deep breath. "It certainly smells like we did, anyway. I'm going to open a window."

Matt chuckled as he watched his little naked sister walk across her room to open the window. She noted his gaze and his smirk when she turned back around.

"What?" she asked.

"You're beautiful," he replied. She walked back over to the bed and kissed him again.

"I could probably sit here and listen to you tell me how beautiful I am all day, but we should get up and around before Grandma starts looking for us. And I'm feeling a little crusty, we need a shower."

*****

Matt was certainly glad that it was a Sunday. He would have hated to have been separated from his sister by school and work after the night that they had just experienced. He probably should have felt guilty or sick or both, but the reality was that he couldn't stop smiling. Lisa was doing a fair bit of smiling and acting goofy, too. She didn't appear to have any regrets.

He had just finished some yard work and was taking a break on the back porch when Lisa came out to join him. She handed him a cold drink, which he was grateful for, and sat beside him on the old swing that he was on.

"So," she began, "maybe we ought to talk about things."

"Yeah, that would probably be a good idea. I meant it when I said that I am in love with you," he said.

"I love you more than I ever thought that I could love anybody, Matt. Do you think that we can be together?" she asked.

"I can't imagine being with anyone else. Can you?"

"Oh no! I never want to be with anyone else!" she replied.

"What about what other people think?," he asked.

"I don't care what other people think. It's none of their business, anyway. If they happen to find out, they find out. I don't think that I want to go around advertising the fact that I'm sleeping with my brother, though," she said.

"Yeah, that's about how I feel about it. One thing that I am sure of is that I love you and I would be miserable without you, especially after last night."

They sat in silence for a little bit after that. Lisa had her head on Matt's shoulder as they swung lazily in the shade. They still couldn't seem to stop smiling.

"It's kind of naughty, isn't it?" Matt asked, kissing the back of her hand.

"That's what makes it so much fun," she replied.



Goodnight Mrs. Marsh



Griff is an ex marine, trained in special forces but now his military career is over, early retirement due to injury in the line of duty. He has a good pension coming in and is providing his services on a consulting basis to several security companies, setting himself up with a nice little nest egg.

The injuries he'd sustained required some more surgery, the recuperative phase would be longer this time and he was unable to do any work at all for a few more months. 

He was bored out of his tree. 

He'd bought this house because the price had been right and he'd needed a place to stay anyway, preferring a house instead of an apartment or condo, he'd lived in enough of those.

Griff had noticed the woman across the street the first day he'd moved in, she appeared to live alone as well and in conversations with George next door who was more than happy to fill him in on all the neighbours, specially because it meant sharing a few brewski's, it only took a 6- pack to do it and it wasn't long before Griff knew more than he needed to about several of the neighbours.

Mrs. Marsh, the lady next door had been widowed, for three years now and was thinking of selling her home and getting a condo. Her kids were grown and at university, they wouldn't be coming home except for holidays anymore, the big two story colonial had outlived its use. She was a friend of George's wife, a nice, quiet lady who seemed content to be alone.

She was a looker all right, 48 years old and in good shape physically, though she had rounded out her curves more in the years since her husband's passing. She coloured her hair the same as she'd had before the grey had appeared. She worked part time for a psychologist, as his receptionist, three afternoons per week. Just enough to get her out of the house, she certainly didn't need the money, her husband had left her provided for very nicely.

Griff began to watch her on a regular basis, studying her movements, noticing the time her lights went off, when they came on in the morning, catching glimpses of her through the windows before she put the blinds down.

A few days later when he knew she'd be gone for several hours, he let himself into her home, going about quickly and stealthily placing tiny cameras and very sensitive mikes in certain rooms of her home. 

It took him longer in her bedroom, opening drawers, smiling when he found the one with her toys, flipping through the assortment. She also had several books in the back of her night stand and his smile grew even wider as he perused the titles.

In the en-suite bathroom he placed more cameras and mikes, checking the hamper he picked up the panties laying there, burgundy and silky, he sniffed the material, inhaling her woman's scent, it was musky and womanly, his tongue licked the silken material, his cock throbbing he stuffed the panties in his pocket and finished up his work.

He returneded home to the basement, to a room that is always locked. There are a dozen monitors in a rack against the far wall, six of them show the outside perimeter of his home. The other six will be of the inside of Mrs. Marsh's home.

He has everything in place when she arrives home in the late afternoon, watching her as she enters the kitchen and tosses the mail onto the table. She opens the fridge door and frowns as she peers inside, nothing seems to appeal.

She moves from the kitchen and into the living room, turning on the stereo as she pauses a moment. The room is filled with operatic voices but the song is a recent popular one, not a group he's familiar with but nevertheless finds pleasing. 

She then reaches her bedroom and begins to unbutton her blouse as she walks towards the closet, he has a great view of her ass as she bends to place her shoes inside.

Unknowingly turning towards the camera she removes all her clothes.

She doesn't hear the moan that her watcher emits as he takes in the black lace bra holding two of the most luscious melons the likes of which he's rarely had the pleasure to feast upon.

She wore a half slip and he watched her bending slowly as she pushed it down her hips with her thumbs, gasping when she stood and he saw that she was wearing thigh highs and no panties.

What made his jaw hang was that she was shaved completely bare.

As she reaches inside the closet he checks out her round ass and wonders why this respectable matronly widowed woman would walk around in the get up she had on earlier and with a shaved pussy to boot.

He watches her do some chores, put a frozen dinner into the microwave, clean up the kitchen and sit at the counter writing onto a list which she then sticks to the fridge with a magnet.

She ate her dinner with a glass of white wine, watching the news on television. The phone rang and she looked at the number, she must have decided she wasn't in the mood to talk for she ignored it and let it click onto the answering machine.

After finishing cleaning up in the kitchen she made her way to a bedroom she'd converted into an office of sorts. There's a computer in there and she sits at the desk turning the monitor on, he makes note to check what she looks at online, the next time he goes to her house, for he'd noticed one of the cameras wasn't at the right angle, it would need to be moved.

He was surprised again by her. She reached into her desk drawer and took out a bag of what looked like weed. She expertly rolled herself a joint and lit it, puffing on it as she perused sites on the computer. Her attention seemed to be riveted to what she was reading and he wondered what could be so enthralling.

He watches her laugh and type quickly, her fingers flying on the keyboard as she gazes at the screen, flirting it seemed with the image there.

She and this person type back and forth for at least two hours, sometimes she doesn't write for long periods of time, just staring wistfully at the screen.

At last she shuts the monitor off and leaves to go to her bedroom, going on into the en-suite he hears her running a bath. He'd noticed the very nice whirlpool bath earlier and had set one of the cameras accordingly.

She brushed her teeth and applied cream to her face and washed it off, turning she poured a single drop of some type of bath oil. Gauging that there was enough water she stepped in and switched the motor on, making the water swirl and bubble madly around her.

He watched as she lazily ran her hands over her breasts, stopping at her nipples and pulling at them, they were getting darker and quite puckered, the tip she pinched and pulled, twisting roughly, he heard her gasp.

He watched as one hand snaked down her chest, passed her rounded tummy, sliding slowly down to her bare mound. She arched her back and moaned as she touched herself. He zoomed in on her crotch but couldn't see anything because of the bubbles boiling around her.

His grins wickedly when he realizes what she plans to do as she turns her body and opens her legs wide bringing her bottom closer and closer to one of the pumping jets.

She raises her legs over the side of the tub and positions herself so the jet is beating against her clit, pulling at her nipples she is moaning loudly.

She screams as her first orgasm hits her, her hips pumping against the bubbles shooting out of the jet, water sloshing over the side of the tub, she screams and moans as another orgasm hits her.

She moves back into position and rests her head back smiling, mmmm that felt good.

Then that look of wistfulness again and he watches helplessly as she bursts into tears, sobbing into her facecloth for long moments.

She stands and he watches mesmerized as the water slides off her, reaching for a towel she wraps it around herself and grabs another to clean up the water off the floor. She finishes her ablutions and goes into her bedroom to turn down the covers. She slips between the sheets naked and sighs as her head rests on the pillow.

He watches as she crosses herself and mumbles something that he cannot hear, she does this for several minutes then she rolls over to shut her bedside lamp off.

"Ah Paul, how I miss your hardness sometimes." she sighs and closes her eyes.

Goodnight Mrs. Marsh.