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How To Seduce

By: sexnovella



1. The eye contact.

Make eye contact. When you're trying to flirt with someone, don't look at the ground, or over their shoulder, or at the ceiling. Look them right in the eyes. Holding someone's gaze communicates both intimacy and confidence, and it's the easiest thing you can do to become a master flirter. Instant sex appeal.

2. The smile. 

Maybe nothing is more simple but less obvious than a pleased, attractive, confident smile. Is there anything sexier than a good, genuine smile? To radiate sexiness, keep an amused half-smile on your face, regardless of what you're doing, but especially when talking or flirting with a cutie. You should look like you want to be there, not like your mind is elsewhere. Smiling also draws people's attention to your mouth, dragging their mind into thoughts of kissing you. If you smile, you'll be that much closer to locking lips.

3. The body language.

Make an effective use of body language. Move confidently. Most people are attracted to people who are sure of themselves. Don't forget to smile and, if possible, make body contact when appropriate and not intrusive. You should always take frequent showers, wear clean clothes and smell good. The more comfortable you feel, the more comfortable the other person will feel around you, and the more receptive they'll be to your affection.

Shaking a person's hand when you first meet them is a polite way to show the person they're someone you want to talk to. Use a firm grip, but don't hold on too tight - you don't want to hurt the person's hand. After one good shake, release the person's hand from your grip. In regions where shaking hands is not customary, use a different appropriate physical gesture to show you're interested in talking to someone. A kiss on both cheeks, a bow, or another physical gesture gets the conversation off to a good start.

4. The conversation.

Speak clearly and confidently, and let the other person know you're interested. You don't have to be handsome or a genius to be good at flirting. All it takes is self-assurance, a little bit of courage, and a sense of supply and demand. Try to read the person to get some sense of their humor and attitude before making your move. 

Don't think too much about having a killer opening to your flirt. Introducing yourself and asking someone's name is a perfectly reasonable way of breaking the ice, as well as general questions, like, "What are you interested in?" or "How do you feel?" The more often you say someone's name, the more that person will feel that you like them and the greater the chance they'll warm up to you. 

When you're flirting, talk loud enough so someone won't have to struggle to hear you, enunciate your words, and try not to stumble over your words. Slow down and speak carefully. Kindness, coupled with respect, makes others feel as if they are loved and cared for. Talk about topics that interest the person you're with. Sharing as much about yourself as you ask others to share is a way to build trust with other people. They'll feel special because you wanted to talk about your life with them, and before you know it you'll have new friends.

Be the one to mention something you like about the person. If you notice that someone is putting a lot of effort into something, compliment them, even if you feel that there is room for improvement. If you notice that someone has changed something about themselves (haircut, clothes, etc.), notice it and point out something you like about it. Be gracious in accepting compliments by saying "Thank you" and "I'm glad you like it," or "It is so kind of you to have noticed." 

5. Listen. 

Charm isn't always an outward expression, but an inward one too. Engage the other person to talk more about his or herself, about something that they like, something they're passionate about, about themselves. This makes the other person more comfortable to share and express themselves with you. 

To get a good flirt going, you need to accomplish two things: portray yourself as an interesting and sexy person worth knowing, and to learn whether or not the person you're talking to is worth knowing. You can up your sex appeal by being a good, empathetic listener who's genuinely curious and interested in the other person. Practice good listening skills, paying close attention and responding thoughtfully. 

How to Seduce a Busty Woman



So, you have your eye on a special lady. The kind that you can see coming before she arrives. The type that sets off plate tectonics by going for a jog. If Monica Villreal was real, she'd turn a shade of green with envy. You want her, and badly. What do you do first? You put on the brakes, Sparky, and you read this. Hopefully, a little advice from someone who's been around the block a few times will keep you from pooching what could be a wonderful deal.

Firstly, no matter how clever or witty you think it may sound in your head, resist the temptation to make one of your first comments about the bosomy babe's obvious assets. Remarks like 'Those look awfully heavy; why not let me hold them for you?' or your best Chris Farley 'Holy shnikeys! Get a load of those sweater-monkeys!' are only going to get you one place, and it's not where you want to be. The Schmuck List. The truth is, just about every woman with such an obvious, appreciable asset has heard every joke man has ever dreamed up about it already. You won't be establishing yourself as a wit, just as another drooler. This is what we call A Bad Thing.

You should do your best to tuck that lustful admiration into the back of your mind and focus a lot more on getting to know the lady herself. As tough as it may sound, put her mind-boggling bazooms out of your mind. Instead, try asking a lot of open-ended questions about her. Hobbies, favorite foods, recent movies she's seen, classics she loves, and so on. This will let her know that you're interested in learning more about her than just her cup size. Women love to know that you want to get to know them as a person, not just as something as shallow as a tight, peachy ass or a ginormous pair of milk-jugs. Now, if you and she spend a fair amount of time together, and she finds your presence palatable, you're ready to move along to the next step.

Nextly, try a date or two, to get to know more about her. Again, try not to steer conversation back to her obvious assets, or she'll suspect ulterior motives behind your initial kindness. Also remember to be honest about yourself. To my experience, women can smell a phony like a fart in a car. If you're not a blow-dried James Dean ladykiller, don't try to puff yourself up like one. Likewise, you'll look awfully silly when you have her over to your place and don't even have the guitar skills of a 'white Jimi Hendrix', let alone a classic Fender Stratocaster. Be very careful of what you brag about, and how much. We all like to put on a good face, but keep it under control if you don't want to come off as another Pinocchio. Once the mask slips, it's as good as over. Another good tip is to leave your own drama at home. Don't lug baggage along onto a date. People go on dates to have fun, not listen to sob stories and throw pity-parties. If you want her to want to spend time with you, make her smile. Better, make her laugh.

But where humor is concerned, take your cues from her. Pay attention to the kinds of jokes she tells, and the things she finds funny. If she gets bold enough to tell a naughty joke, it's just her way of showing she can let her hair down, and proving that yes, she acknowledges her own sexuality instead of trying to deny it. NOTE: This is not a cue for you to launch into the story of the preacher and two nuns that accidentally walk into a donkey show.

In American society, it's not unusual for people to be on a medication or two for issues like depression, anxiety, or one of a dozen other mental instabilities. If the lady of your (wet) dreams labors under the weight of a reliance on a prescription, try to be cool about it. If she warns you about signs of her dosage wearing off, pay attention and tread just a bit lightly if you see them. However, if taking her meds includes wrapping a tourniquet around her arm to make her veins stand out and then self-injecting antipsychotic drugs, then you've got a genuine bunny-boiler on your hands. There's only one safe thing to do. Run. Run like the Antichrist himself wants your ass cherry, and all the Hounds of Hell are right behind him, waiting to tear apart whatever he throws them when he's done. Change your phone number too, if you've given it. Pursuit and wooing are one thing, abuse is another. Don't stick around for any, even if she's an H-cup. There are other fish in the sea.

Now, assuming you've been on a successful date, and she has expressed a desire to see you again (You lucky mook!) you've only got one more rule to follow. DON"T FUCK IT UP NOW. It's a lot safer to err on the side of discretion, rather than pushing for things to go farther than she wants, sooner than she would like. If she enjoys spending time with you, she'll want to spend more time around you. It's a beneficial, vicious social circle. People enjoy enjoying themselves. If you need some clues as far as pitching woo without going overboard, try watching the movie The Tao of Steve. Don't live it line for line, but take a few hints.

With any luck, the hints I've given you have gotten you her attention without tripping her creep alarm. It's up to you to handle the rest. Once you reach this point, go do that voodoo that you do. If things go well, you'll be the guy smiling because your voluptuous vixen is going home with you after club-time, instead of the sweaty, jaw-dropped loserboy who bellows over the music, 'Holy shnikeys! Get a load of those sweater-monkeys!' 



How to Seduce a Dwarven Princess



Almost every man does have that thought at least twice a day as we all know, but may be reluctant to confess: When will I meet my first dwarven princess? And how will I seduce the beardy beauty? Okay, maybe one or two of us males didn't have that alluring thoughts about bearded woman yet, but we don't talk about elf-lovers here or other confused people. Well, back to the theme.

How do we recognize a dwarven princess when we see her? First of all she'll have an axe, and a rather sharp one. That's the most important part, keep it in mind. We'll come back to that particular topic once or twice.

Next she's small and rather sturdy. I guess the average one is about three cubic feet. And of course she'll have that alluring beard that so makes our hearts beat so much faster when we think about women! But do take care: The male dwarves also wear beards, and they have axes also. If you by mistake try to make love to a male dwarf, he'd be very tempted to kiss you back, but with his axe. That could hurt a bit and may discourage you from further wanting to seduce a dwarven princess, but please don't give up so easily over a lost limb or two, the beardy princesses are really worth such minor sacrifices.

Okay, so how do we tell if it's an alluring female under that wonderful beard or a grumpy male dwarf? They don't wear dresses, mind you! Well, you can use the valued trial and error method by simply fingering under that beard, but you may run out of limbs if you have a streak of bad luck. Also, dwarven females are more rare than males, so you'd guess against some odds. You'll need something better it seems. Of course you may watch a nudist beach carefully and wait for a strong wind to lift that beard - did I mention it's very alluring? - but that may cost you some time and you may not have an eon to spare.

But rest assured, oh reader, for you don't really have to check under that (yes, I also think of it as alluring) beard, for we don't want to make love to just any dwarven female, but to a dwarven princess, and that makes things much easier. You simply have to watch for - that telltale little crown! Yes, it's that simple! Why did you not get it yourself, I wonder? Well, that's why I'm helping you after all, and I want to earn some money with the little book you are reading now of course.

So now we have identified our princess, how do you move forward once you've found her? Well, that's the hard part. And I'm not talking about her hard nipples, at least not right now, but more in a general way. They have that axe I mentioned above, mind you. You didn't forget it? Good. It'll get important again.

So you might think of simply grabbing her, carrying her away and starting the pleasure? Oh, sadly dwarves are a heavy load to carry away, and I'm sure you still remember that axe and value your limbs. So that won't work very well. There have been armored knights who have tried. In vain, as far as I know, remember that dwarves are a bit, well, naturally heavy, and reluctant to be carried away. Add the knight's armor needed to avoid that axe-issue and you'll get the picture.

Of course the romantic in each of us, and who wouldn't be a romantic when thinking of that alluring female beard, already knows the answer: We'll have to seduce her with a present. But take care because if you choose the wrong one that nasty axe may interrupt your attempts with the aforementioned unpleasant results. So what do we chose? Dwarves don't like flowers, those are for the elves. And yes, it's true what you've always suspected: The elves invented the Valentine's day. They founded the greeting card industry first, but then only used it for that flowerday. I'm glad you now know better.

Back to the perfect seduction present. What does a dwarven princess love most? No, aside of that body part of yours which is hopefully still attached because you heeded my advice. You'll get to use that, but later. Dwarven princesses of course like gems and precious metal, but unless you have Mithril hidden in your garden you most likely don't have the amount of valuables needed to afford anything she wouldn't get at home. So what else? Yes! Consider giving her something from your own world, something valuable! No, not this. Dwarves do know about football, but they won't like your fan articles of the New York Giants for some reason, nor of the Tennessee Titans. And don't ever try that joke about the club out of Orcland. The axe, you remember it, do you? Good. They also won't wear your favorite T-shirt, for, as already mentioned, they don't like dresses. And dwarves use our wine to do the dishes. Dwarves test the quality of alcoholics by seeing if it is strong enough to burn a hole in an inn's table. Sadly anything we drink is lacking in that quality.

So you are lost, are you? Don't despair. I'm here to help you get under that beard! You simply have to give her... High heels! Every woman loves shoes, but you should see a dwarven princess's eyes grow wide in delight when presented with pink high heels size 46 or higher! They simply love them, and they'll love you for it! Okay, the last part is dangerous, but that is what you wanted all along, isn't it? You'll get all the necessary details for this unforgettable adventure in my next guide, but let's just mention here that their nipples are able to get hard, and I mean hard. They cut diamonds with them when they are in heat. Additionally their breasts are nearly unmovable, showing their stony heritage, so a titty-fuck may be difficult to achieve, but it's not impossible. Why do you think a certain rock band named itself The Rolling Rocks or something like this? Ah, I see now you get the impression! I'm sure they got much satisfaction out of this experience and still sing a song about it!

About the final pleasure a dwarven princess has to offer I won't tell anything here, since you should buy my other guide also. Let's just say her mossy pussy is worth the work. Oh yes, I really wrote "mossy". They don't have hairs there, and of course moss likes to grow on wet stone... oh well, just read my guide. You can buy it like this one in the mentally deranged section of your local library. I've always wondered why they located it there...

Good luck with your short, hairy princess, and remember to vote right below for my guide! 



How To Seduce A Woman



Guys, let’s get real. Very few of us look like Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt, and none of us does as well with women as we’re sure they do. These are facts, and if you think otherwise, stop reading now.

That said, I can’t believe the average man doesn’t do better with women. I’m average in looks, never been married, forty-something-years-old, drive a car that’s several years old, and don’t have that much money, but I do all right with women. To be truthful, I do better than all right with women, but I have a secret that is so obvious it eludes most men.

First, let me give you example of what I’m talking about when I say most men are clueless about women. A friend of mind thinks he’s such a catch that he believes every woman wants him. I’ve seen a woman he’s treated like dirt come up to him in a bar, slap him silly and call him scum and worse, but when she walks away, he always turns to his drinking buddies and says, “She still wants me. She’s hot for my body.”

Now, I’m not the sharpest tack in the box, but when a woman tells me off and slaps my face so hard it still hurts two days later, I never think she’s hot for my body.

This friend of mine is not an Adonis, not even close, but he can’t walk past a mirror without stopping to check himself out and preen. Sad but true.

Guys, if this sounds familiar to you, you are in need of some serious help

Why do I succeed where my friend does nothing but make the women angry at him?

It’s simple really. A woman doesn’t want a guy who’s more hung up on himself than on her. A woman wants a man who thinks of her first and makes her feel safe and secure, and you should have learned this in high school.

You do remember high school, don’t you? I must admit most of high school is hazy, even to me, but what I do remember has stayed with me all my life. In my high school, the jocks or members of some other group you didn’t belong to always got the babes, and most of the time, all you got was rosy palm and her five sisters. Once in a while you got lucky and got laid, but what you didn’t know was the girl had already gone to bed with all the other guys in school and you were the last one on her list. But you never thought about why she was fucking you, you were just happy to be fucking a woman and a real one at that.

If it hadn’t been for dear old dad’s Playboy magazines and the lock on the bathroom door, most of us would have gone through high school drooling zombies from the hormones making us get a stiff dick every time we saw a girl’s erect nipples or down her blouse or caught a glimpse of a girl’s panties when she crossed her legs. Hell, some of us got stiff just imagining what a girl would look like nude.

High school is supposed to be where you learn the basics to get you through life, but what I remember most vividly about high school is what I learned in study hall; and it wasn’t from teachers. Study hall was where the girls let their hair down and talked about boys the way boys talked about girls but with brutal honesty. The girls in study hall taught me what they liked and disliked sexually, and it’s where I found out the jocks weren’t the studs they thought they were, at least not by the girls’standards. The jocks strutted around high school like peacocks, but according to the girls in study hall, most jocks climbed on a girl, pumped three times and were done but still expected the girl to thank him for a job well done. The poor guys didn’t know they were the butt of jokes in the girls’ locker room, and I suspect some of them still have no idea they are duds in bed not studs. By senior year, these fast eddy jocks had to go after the freshmen girls for dates because every girl in the three upper grades knew what they were like in bed and freshmen girls were too young to know better. But even freshmen girls soon learned these jocks were washouts in bed and spread the word to their sisters, aunts, cousins, and every woman they met. The jocks left high school eventually, but years later they were still jocks in bed because they continued to listen to themselves and not to the women.

I always listen to women and have used this knowledge to my advantage from high school to the present day. Women will do anything you ask if you listen to them. Don’t be shy, ask your woman what pleases her in bed. If asked, she’ll tell you, but you have to ask. So come on guys, ask your woman what pleases her and you’ll be surprised at what she tells you. When it comes to love-making you must listen to the woman and use what she tells you to make her feel as if she is the only woman in the world.

The biggest complaint I hear from women is that men don’t draw out the sex long enough. You guys know what they mean. You jump on the woman, hump her for a few minutes, pump her and come, then you roll off and go to sleep, thinking you’re some legendary stud because you have a woman in your bed. Well, guess again. Women don’t want a sprinter, they want a marathon runner. Let me put it this way, if you want good sex, you have to give good sex first. And remember this, if you’re not doing your homework, somebody like me will do it for you.

Women like different things because not all woman are the same. That would make for a dull world and the world of women is far from dull.

It takes at least five dates or nights to seduce a woman properly. The first couple of dates we go out to eat or drink and I find out what she likes in the way of sex and what turns her off completely. To do this you might have to tell her you’re doing research for a book or some other lie, but it doesn’t matter; get the information. I don’t make any stupid or sudden moves on the first two dates and this gains the woman’s trust. On our third date I bring the woman back to my place to watch a movie, and as the evening progresses, I can tell whether we’re going to end up in bed or not. We kiss and cuddle in the living room, but once we move into the bedroom, the woman is naked and ready. I ask her if she would like a massage, and of course she does. Every woman likes to be pampered, and I get out the scented lotion and warm it up by running hot water over the bottle. With the lotion in hand, I ask the woman if she would like to be blindfolded, and surprisingly enough, most women agree because it excites them. I blindfold her, start the massage and work my way down her back starting at the nape of her neck and going down to her toes. Doing this properly takes about an hour, and when I finished her back, I roll her over and do the same thing to the front of her. We talk as I massage her and this relaxes her. It doesn’t matter what we talk about as I masage her as long as it’s what she wants to talk about. I still have my clothes on, and I usually surprise the women when I tell them we’re not going to make love that night. I just hint at what we’ll do the next night and send them home.

Now some of you might think I blew it but don’t believe it. The woman will be back the next night, and this time I fix a meal and put on some soft music to set the mode as we eat dinner and chat. After dinner, I do the dishes real slow to tease her and make her want to make love. Then we go off to the bedroom. Once again she gets naked, I blindfold her, and she is ready. I massage her as I did the night before, but when I finish the massage, I go to work on her erogenous zones. I kiss and suck her neck, her nipples, and of course her clitoris, and I tongue her into oblivion by spending a lot of time working on these areas.

I still have my clothes on like the night before, and no matter how much she begs, I leave my clothes on. I save that for the next night, and believe me, she will be back the next night because I’ve had women show up at my door wearing nothing but a trench coat, heels and a smile.

On the third night, I massage her as I did the previous two nights but this time I take off my clothes and we finish up by making love. But take your time making love. Don’t go off in three minutes and then roll off and go to sleep. Take time to tell her that it was the best sex you ever had and she inspired you to new heights. Cuddle with her. Hold her in you arms. Make her feel as if you had a religious experience when she had an orgasm, but the key is for her to have an orgasm before you do or time things so you have orgasms at the same time.

In the example above, I was talking about single women. Seducing married women requires a different approach, and the reason is simple, married woman have children.

A married woman with a teenage boy will be ready to be seduced because her son’s friends, young and always horny, can’t resist flirting with every female they meet, and the mother will be turned and excited by their attention. Approach her at the right time, flatter her, prove to her there’s no way she’ll get caught, and you can skip the three days of massage and go right to bed. It sounds easy but if you want her to keep coming back to your bed, you have to pay attention to her needs and make her feel appreciated.

A married woman with a teenage daughter is a different matter all together. When the daughter reaches dating age and starts bringing home her boy friends, the mother sees her daughter as competition and starts flirting with the young men. The horny young men will respond, of course, and flirt with her, but she will never follow through with the young men and winds up frustrated and horny, especially when she looks at her husband and wonders why he doesn’t fuck her more often. Approach her when she’s like this, tell her she’s sexy and desirable, and she will start thinking about having an affair. Continue to do this every time you see her, and sooner or later, she’ll look in a mirror, think she’s still got one hell of figure, and wonder why her daughter is getting laid and she’s not. And when she’s in this state of mind, she’ll track you down and drag you into bed, but remember, pay attention to what she wants or it will be a one night stand.

The only trouble you might have with seducing married women can be a big one, if you let it. The married woman will start the affair by saying she doesn’t want any strings attached, she’s in your bed strictly for the sex, but be forewarned, they may say this but they don’t mean it. After three or four times together, she will get possessive and start making demands on your time and freedom. She’ll start calling everyday to check up on you, and if she has trouble reaching you, the next time she calls she’ll give you the third degree and want to know where you were and what you were doing.

This is the time to call it quits before she starts saying she wants to divorce her husband so she can be with you all the time. This is fine if you love her, but if you don’t, let her down gently. Remind her she’s the one who wanted no strings attached, has children who need her, and a husband she loved at one time, but most importantly, be honest and tell her you don’t want to break up a home or get married. This brings most women to their senses, and the break will be clean with no acrimony.

Guys, if you’re married and reading this, listen up; what I described above can happen to you, and if it does, it will be your fault. Put the romance back in your marriage. Never take your wife for granted. Take the time to make your wife feel special and loved. You have everything to gain by doing these things, and a lot to lose if you don’t.

You single guys need to take to heart what I’ve written and your love life will improve immensely. Single women crave love and attention, as we all do, and if you listen to a single woman and take your time seducing her, she will reward you with the best sex you ever had. Married women are the same as single women, but they’re also eager to learn and more willing to try new things. Married women think life has passed them by, and you can release the sexual animal inside them if you treat them the right way.

Let me give you an example of what I mean about married women. I worked with a married women once at a nature center a few miles from my home. She was forty and had been married fifteen years, and I was thirty-five and single. Everyday we worked together mapping animal trails, and one day she started flirting with me. I flirted back, and after three or four days of this, we were making love on the grass. She was the most honest woman I ever met and told me she’d started flirting with me because her marriage had fallen into a rut. All I did in the beginning was ask her what she wanted to do sexually, and from then on, she was willing to try anything and everything; the wilder the better. Most of what we did was her idea, but I can tell you it was some of the best sex I ever had. We lived out every sexual fantasy she’d ever thought about, and by the second week, she was coming to my place every morning before work and every night afger work before she had to drive home to hubby and her kids. I finally broke off our relationship when she got possessive but those five months were intense. There is something to be said for older women because it has been my experience they are more than willing to try new things.

There is an unlimited and untapped field of sexual delights out there if you men would just pay attention to what I’ve written and listen to the women you meet.

Good hunting and have safe sex.



How to Seduce a Woman



This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to factual persons or places is coincidental.

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"You know why you're single, Will," my mouth said. A slight slur was audibly perceptible as I'd likely had too much wine.

"What?"

"Well, why you're single." I could hardly back down now. No matter how hypocritical it was. Here we were, sitting on his couch, after a friendly dinner, a bottle of wine and several drinks. The both of us single, and no love life on the horizon. Will's love life seemed easier to fix than my own.

"Do tell. Why am I single?" he asked sardonically. It had been awhile since he'd humoured my desire to psycho-analyze him.

"Well," I began after setting my now empty cocktail glass on the coffee table and settling back on the couch, one leg tucked under the other. "You're too shy. And you don't know how to go about seducing a woman."

"What?" he pouted. Of course he pouted. His fragile male ego couldn't allow him to admit that, yes, he was rather hopeless in the art of seduction.

"Even I'll admit you're a great catch. You've got that tall, dark and handsome thing going on. You've got all your teeth, a good job, and you don't live with your parents. So what's the snag? You don't know how to seduce a woman, that's what," I declared matter-of-factly.

He scowled. "You don't know what you're talking about." He got up from the couch, and took our beverage glasses into the kitchen. Clearly he wasn't willing to admit it. "I'm going to bed."

It had already been decided after dinner that I'd spend the night since clearly I was unfit to drive. It was a common arrangement. Several times before I'd slept over after too many drinks, which was usually his doing in the first place. This was how I knew of his ineptness at seduction in the first place. No matter how many times I'd slept over, he'd never made even the slightest moves. Yet he swore he wasn't gay.

"No, seriously, Will. You just need to learn how to seduce a woman, and you'll be irresistible."

The thought of being irresistible must have intrigued him. "Okay, assuming you're right, which I'm not saying you are, how does one learn how to seduce a woman?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'll explain it to you. Just a moment," I said, as I headed for the bathroom to change into a t-shirt he'd lent me to sleep in.

"How do you know how to seduce a woman?" he called after me.

"Well, I am one! I think that gives me a good edge on what women want!" I retorted, shutting the bathroom door and leaving my voice in the hallway.

"Okay, so, how to seduce a woman," I began, as I climbed into my side of the bed. He waited until I was under the covers before he turned off the bedside lamp, but after I'd caught him rolling his eyes. I laughed. "Hey, hear me out! I could be right! And what have you got to lose?"

"So, take tonight, for example, you make a great date. You do the dinner and drinks thing very well. You clearly have no issues there. But you're shy when it comes to anything else. So let's create a scenario, shall we? You've been on a few dates with someone you're hoping will become someone special. You invite her back here, and of course, you've had too much to drink, like we have tonight, and it's not a good idea for her to drive home. You lend her a t-shirt, like you did for me. And you offer her the bed, because that's what you should do. If she's a smart, perceptive girl, which would be the kind you'd want to date in the first place, she'll suggest you share the bed with her. She won't make you cram yourself on the couch. Especially after you've graciously offered her your bed." I could practically hear his eyes rolling in the darkness, but he said nothing. So I continued.

"So then, as you're lying there in the dark, you reach out and stroke her arm. That's all. And if she asks you what you're doing, you say something like 'Sorry, I just wanted to see if your skin was as soft as it looked.'" And this time I heard him snort. I laughed. "What? Women eat that shit up! Trust me!"

"And then, you'll be able to tell by her reaction whether she's into you or not. And if she is, you should snuggle a bit closer." Just for illustration purposes I wiggled a bit closer and turned my back towards him. He got the hint and spooned in behind me. "See? Just like that. So then, you should continue stroking her arm, her back, her shoulder." On cue, Will began to stroke his fingers along my arm. "Yes, really softly like that. Women love that sort of thing." My voice became a bit softer.

"Continue to stroke her. Let your fingers move over more of her body. Feel the curve of her hip." I moved my arm out of Will's way, and he ran his hand along my side, feeling the curve of my hip and along my thigh. "Say something like 'Women have such fascinating curves', or, 'I love the feel of your skin.' And even if you feel you want to move further at this point, don't do it. Don't make it seem at all like you want to have sex or anything. That's the key. It's called foreplay." I could feel his derisive snort of breath on the back of my neck. I pulled the bottom hem of the t-shirt down for emphasis. Will rhythmically stroked my side, my back and my arm. He was learning quickly.

"Okay, so once you've stroked her hips and arm and back for what seems like forever, then slightly try to expand your stroking to just touch the edge of her breast. Just the edge. Then stroke her side again, like you didn't mean to touch it. Stroke her arm, back, hip again for a bit and then stroke the edge of the breast again. Like you can't help it, but you're being drawn in again." I could feel Will's fingers tentatively stroke the edge of my breast. It felt wonderful, and I wanted more, but like I'd told him to, he pulled back, and stroked my side again, before his fingers tentatively touched the side of my breast again.

"Then, you can start stroking her breast a bit. But you have to be casual about it. Subtle, and gentle. Will, that's the ultimate lesson - gentleness. If you can learn that, you can have any woman eating out of the palm of your hand." Without much instruction, he began to stroke my breast. I could feel his fingers caress me through the fabric of the t-shirt. He made large loping circles around it and ran his finger along the valley between my breasts. He balanced this by caressing my side and tummy.

When his thumb rubbed across the nub of my nipple, I closed my eyes in pleasure and spoke again. "If she's in to you, and enjoying herself, her nipple should be perked up, and you should be able to feel it through the fabric of the t-shirt. Don't pinch it, or try that 'Tune in Tokyo' crap. Just stroke across it, like you have been doing with the rest of her body. Eventually, circle around it with your finger. And, a nice appreciative moan here works too. I mean, from you. Although she might give one too." He didn't moan, but gave a soft chuckle. I didn't say anything for awhile, and just enjoyed the feel of Will's fingers teasing my nipple. It was so taut I was sure it was going to puncture the fabric. 

"Okay, so you've been stroking her through this t-shirt this whole time. Now's the time for you to ease your way up under it. Be smooth about it. She'll know what you're up to, but you should still be subtle." Like he'd practiced it a thousand times, Will deftly ran his hand along my side and down my thigh to the edge of the t-shirt, nudging his hand under the hem. "And just start stroking under the shirt. Don't go right for the boob, stroke along her side again first, warm her up again. Feel her skin." He ran his hand along the curve of my hip and along my side.

"Then go for her breast. Cup it. Test how it feels in your hand. Run your finger gently around her nipple. Then pinch it between two of your fingers, not your finger and thumb. Gently." He made an appreciative murmur and I grinned in the darkness.

"Maybe if she's into you, she'll turn a bit so you can reach the other breast." I turned to lie on my back, allowing him full frontal access, and shimmying the t-shirt up as I turned. "If she does, you should pay attention to that one too." His hand moved to fondle my other breast, the one that had been previously out of his reach. And applying all he had learned thus far, he caressed it gently, and pinched the nipple between his fingers. My eyes rolled back into my head and my breath expelled audibly.

"If you do this well enough, she'll want you to kiss and suck them next." This was apparently the cue he'd been waiting for, because his mouth decended upon my breast instantly, instinctively. The hot, moistness of his mouth was divine. I couldn't help but moan. When his tongue flicked across my nipple, I forgot my instructive monologue. "Oh God, Will!"

When his hand tried to creep lower, I resumed my lesson, covering his roaming hand with my own and bringing it back up to my breast. "Your hands should stay with your mouth, fondling the breast you're not sucking. Caressing the skin beneath her breasts, pinching her nipples." I gripped my breast through his hand. I arched my back off the bed, pushing my breasts into his mouth and our hands.

"If she's hot and bothered, like me, at this point, then she'll want your hands to move lower. You'll know if she spreads her legs a bit to encourage you." My thigh brushed against Will's body. Continuing to cover his hand with my own, I led his hand slowly and gently, over my tummy and to the juncture at the center of my legs. "But don't move too fast here. Again, tease her. Move slowly." I ran our hands teasingly over my skin, along my outer thigh, then along the inner thighs.

"Caress and tease her inner thighs, and just run your fingertips along her pubic hair, if she has some." With my hand over his, I guided him over my pubes, curling my fingers just a bit atop his, so he could feel the downy softness of my pubic hair. "Can you feel her heat? Run a fingertip along her slit, but not between it just yet." Together, we ran our fingers along my pubic slit. I felt like I was melting into the bed. "Move away and caress along her thighs a bit, then move back to tease her slit again. This sweet torture will have her squirming. Her reactions will tell you what she wants. If she arches up towards your hand, she is asking you to move your fingers deeper." I arched my pelvis towards Will's fingers which were still covered by my own.

"So with your middle finger, run your finger from the bottom of her slit to the top, working your way gradually inward." Still covering his hand, we began the journey between my pussy lips. I showed him, with my fingers, the right amount of pressure to use. "The bottom to the top is important, because the bottom is where the moisture is. And you'll want your finger to be wet before you reach her clit." We repeated this pass from the bottom to the top of my slit several times, each time, I pressed my middle finger on his, urging it further between my lips. I couldn't feel the moisture yet, but the downy hairs guarding that moist cavern tickled my fingers. "She'll want your finger to be wet before you get to her clit," I emphasized. And usually, the wetter she is, the more turned on she is. Bottom to the top again. Not back and forth. Oh so gradually slipping your finger between her lips."

I gasped, Will murmured. "You'll know when you reach her moisture. You'll feel it. She'll feel it. Continue to run your finger from the bottom to the top, bringing her moisture upwards to her clit." I was drenched. It didn't take long for our fingers to be covered in my wetness. 

"Once you've brought enough of her moisture up to her clit, only then should you start to tease it. The clit is the center of a woman's world. If you know how to treat a woman's clit, you can rule her world." I guided Will on the fragile art of fingering a woman's clit. "Don't touch it directly. Instead, tease around it. Circle it. Use the pad of your finger, and only enough pressure that gravity has on your hand." Our middle fingers circled slowly around my clit, and dipped back down along my slit to remoisten. "You can try a few different things here. Use more than one finger. But keep them flat and don't use too much pressure. Remember how you pinched her nipples between your fingers? If your fingers are wet enough you can pinch her clit the same way, and then wiggle them." Will tried what I suggested and I arched my pelvis up off the bed, towards his fingers. "Ohhhh!" My eyes rolled back into my head again. "Y-you can try a few different things here, but always keeping in mind that women's parts are soft and require a gentle touch. You will be able to read from her reactions if she wants you to use more pressure." I was losing my ability to keep instructing him as my body and mind were becoming lost in the sensations between my thighs. My whole body tingled. I left his fingers teasing my clit and moved mine up to pinch my nipples. My face felt flushed and my breathing was becoming erratic.

"Ohhhh yes! Just like that!" Will had become more adventurous in his touches and exploration of my clit and now he patted it, rubbed it and pinched it between his fingers. I was losing my mind and my pelvis twitched and gyrated under his ministrations. 

"Now, depending on the woman, she might just want you to tease her clit endlessly. But some might want you to move your fingers inside too. So slide your middle finger down, and softly feel along her slit. You'll feel where your finger d-d-dips in." I stumbled over my words at this point, because his finger had found my entrance and had slipped inside, oh so delightfully. I groaned in pleasure.

"Every woman is different," I panted, "so you should really pay close attention to her reaction to determine what she likes b-best- ohhh yesss! - whether it's to have her clit teased, or to be fingered." Will removed his fingers and teased my clit again, drawing a half dozen circles around it before dipping two fingers down and inside me. I uttered a low, gutteral moan. "Oh like that. Just like that. Mmmmmn!"

"From inside, if you curl your finger slightly towards her clit and rub there, you might be able to find her g-spot." His fingers seemed just the right length to find the Holy Grail I'd mentioned and I lost all capacity to form a cohesive sentence as he rubbed on that sensitive nub. Instead I just groaned and began to mutter a long stream of nonsense. "Oh God, yes. Oh sweet love of- Oh my God. Ohhh! That feels sooo-ohhhh! Damn you're such a good- Ohhh! Faaaacccckkkk!" My back arched off the bed, and I writhed and twitched and spasmed, climaxing all over his fingers. My thighs clamped tight around his hand, locking his fingers in my wet, clenching depth. My face was flushed, and I could feel my pulse throbbing through my entire body. My eyes had permanently rolled into the back of my head and my lids were closed. I gasped for breath. My thigh muscles slowly relaxed and Will extracted his fingers, laying them gently along my slit and nuzzling at my clit until I stopped their movement on my sensitive flesh by laying my hand upon his. I said nothing for a long while.

"Ahem, not all women are like that," I stammered. " I mean, will cum from just being fingered." I coughed. My face felt so flushed. "But foreplay certainly helps. And that's how you seduce a woman, see?" I coughed again. "Want me to show you how a seduced woman shows her gratitude?" 



How to Seduce an Engineering Student



I just did a quick and DIRTY story about my first successful seduction of an engineering boy in early January. The story was pretty well received on Literotica, so I thought I would do a quick update on what's been happening the past 6 weeks. If you read my prior one, I apologize for the first few paragraphs in this story, as there will be some repetition. But, I want this story to stand on its own, so no one has to go searching around to figure out who I am or how I got to this point. I will really try to be brief, so we can get pronto into the good stuff.

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I am Amy, a 22 year old junior in an electrical engineering program in Southern California. And I love sex. I guess my looks are a stereotypical California girl: petite, blonde, nice boobs, and a really cute butt. I work out ALOT, and even teach aerobics at a local gym several times a week, so I am in really good shape. And I love sex. And, I am super flexible!! And I love sex?

Back in highschool I was very active. In sex, that is. I had a pretty steady boyfriend as a Sophomore and Junior, and we figured out a lot of stuff on our own, as we were both each other's first (and only partner for those two years.) All I can say is "thank god for the Internet" or he never would have found my clit. My Senior year I took a whole different approach, and dated a lot of guys, including a couple older "bad boys." Wow. I learned so much about how to please and how to be pleased that year. There were a couple of the guys that REALLY knew what they were doing in bed (the bad boys!), and took the time to teach me everything they knew (repeatedly!!). So by the time I graduated, I was really good at sex, and had pretty high expectations of my partners. 

But, I also liked math and science, so I went into engineering. It is pretty obvious that the sciences do not attract the "bad boys." I will be kind and just say that when I got to campus as a horny 19 year old, my sex life took a huge unhappy hit. For the first two years of college, the only sex I got was when I went home for breaks or for the summer. It was so frustrating on campus, as I just could not seem to get the guys to make a move. I lived on campus, and didn't have a car, so it was really hard to get out and meet other guys from the area. Toward the end of my Sophomore year, I did meet a guy from a nearby liberal arts school, and he was great in bed, but it was so painful to try to have a conversation with him. Fortunately his mouth was wayyyyy better at other things! 

So by the time I started my Junior year, I had decided that I had to get way better at dating engineers. I find them interesting, funny, creative, and sweet. But they tend to be oblivious and socially unaware, shy, and inexperienced sexually. So it became my Junior project (and New Year's resolution) to bed more engineers. I did one early on, and it was a disaster. He didn't know what to do, so I took over, and I think I scared him. We did it a few times, but there was no chemistry, and then he dropped out of school (bad grades, not bad sex!!).

My first success was Tim, the subject of my first story. Sweet guy. Huge dick. I gave him a big embarrassing hardon in class, so I felt compelled to take care of it later later that day. Another good thing about engineers?? They are good learners. This guy went from virgin to fantastic in just seven days. We had an intense week of horizontal "dating," and then a girlfriend of mine got interested in him, and they really hit it off. I still occasionally join them for a threesome, but I mostly have moved on. Although I did enjoy Tim's huge member, it actually was a bit too big for me, and I got pretty sore that week. Plus, my jaw always hurt. Kim, his new girl, seems to handle it just fine!!

I first moved on to his two roommates. I figured I owed them something, as they had to listen to me and Tim doing it non-stop for a full week. Poor guys just looked miserable with lust and desperation every time I came out of Tim's room. My first time with the roommates was just after getting to Tim's room too late to join Tim and Kim, but just in time to see Kim getting a nice facial. So, I backed out of the room while Tim finished up, and joined his two roommates who were playing a video game in the living room. As always, they looked miserable and horny, as they must have just listened to Tim and Kim banging for the past 30 minutes. And in this cheap little duplex, EVERYTHING that happens in Tim's room can be heard all over the house. So this is where the first story kinda ended. On to the new stuff...

I sat down in an armchair next to the couch and put my legs under me. I had on a flimsy flowery skater skirt, flip flops, and a yellow button-down cotton shirt. The shirt was just a teeny bit too small, so without a bra, there was a pleasant amount of nipple poking through. The two boys were so cute as they tried not to look at my boobs, but, they are college-age guys, so it was like moths to a fire. 

"How's the game going?" I asked but clearly didn't care. "I guess I just missed joining Tim and Kim. I bet they couldn't wait any longer."

"Too bad, we could have used more sex noise," Doug said sarcastically. "Kim's not nearly as loud as you."

"Really?" I asked proudly with a smile. "I make more of a ruckus than Kim."

Ben paused the game and looked at me. "You both make the same kind of vocal noises, but the bed squeaks way louder when you are here."

"Thanks for telling me!" I said honestly. "I work hard to be good at it. Can you tell who's on top when the bed is the loudest?"

"This is just painful to talk about," Ben said with a sigh. "Doug and I were speculating that the bed squeaking is the loudest when you are on top, but the headboard is hitting the wall harder when Tim was in charge."

"That's probably right," I said thoughtfully. "The top of my head is still sore from the banging Tim gave it on the headboard."

"I would guess a lot of places are sore on you based on what we heard," Doug said with only the hint of a smile. "All we got out of this deal were a couple sore hands."

"Think this through, guys," I said seriously. "I came over here to have sex with Tim, but I was too late. You know I love sex and have no steady boy at this point. And ya gotta be smart enough to infer that I am as horney as hell right now. Now would be a good time to go for it."

"But there is just no way you're into us," Ben said softly. "Tim is so hung, and well, you're so incredibly hot."

"You guys just don't read women well," I said sternly. "I'm sitting here with my legs open, pretending to be interested in video games, talking about sex, and trying to get you to look at my boobs."

"Ummm...," Ben stumbled. "We just didn't think that ..."

"Stop thinking and start paying attention," I interrupted. "That is how Tim went from a virgin to giving facials to a hottie in a week!"

"Oh god," Doug stammered. "He gave Kim a facial?"

"Just now as I peeked in!" I said with a smile. "And her mouth was open, too!! He seemed to be having a lot of fun. And that kinda thing is within your reach!"

"Oh fuck," Ben and Doug sighed together.

"Either of you ever give a facial?" I asked.

Both swung their head side to side, indicating they had not. 

"You want to give me one?" I asked matter of factly.

They both barely nodded their heads in agreement, clearly in a state of disbelief.

"Let's do it!" I said excitedly as I stood up. "Whose bed is more girl-ready?"

"Mine," Ben said, his voice shaking. "By far."

I picked up my purse and headed to Ben's room, "You guys bring a couple chairs from the kitchen table," I instructed. "I want to put on a little informational show for you first."

I had them put the chairs at the foot of the bed, one toward each side. I stood on the end of the bed, facing the chairs. 

"Sit down," I said with a smile as I started taking my clothes off. "Before your playtime we are going to have a lesson on female anatomy!"

Both guys smiled shyly and obediently sat down. 

"What's going on?" Kim asked as she peeked into the room. "Tim and I were just going to head to the mall."

"I'm giving them some hands-on advice on girl parts, and then Doug and Ben are going to give me a double facial!" I said excitedly. "I've never had a double one before!"

"Cool," Kim said. "I just took a big shot on the face myself!. A bit too messy for me, but Tim loved it. He will be happy his boys are gettin' one too!" She left and closed the door.

"You guys need to get naked, too!" I said with a smile as I slipped my shirt off. "Have either of you ever made a girl orgasm?

Both were wagging their heads "no." "I did get to third base a few times in high school," Ben said quietly. "But I didn't know what I was doing."

"I promise that in the next 15 minutes you will learn all the basics," I said with a grin. "Then its just practice, practice, practice!"

"I promise to be a good student," Doug said, with Ben nodding agreement. "This is so amazing."

By now we were all naked. Ben and Doug looked very much alike. Probably just under 6 foot, toned, brown hair, and nice smiles. They just looked like nice normal guys, and they were. I love smart guy humor, and the way they don't take themselves too seriously. Both were fully erect, and each had a nicely shaped penis of about average length and average girth. I was really looking forward to having fun with these guys. 

"Pull up closer so you can see better," I said softly as I sat on the bed. "Don't be shy. You can touch anything you want. It will feel good to me."

Both were silent, but they pulled their chairs forward and began massaging my boobs and nipples.

"There you go," I said looking at Doug. "Massage the whole breast. It feels great to have my nipples pinched a little, but they can go numb with too much pinching or sucking."

"Do you like them sucked?" Ben asked. 

"Yes," I said with a moan. "But again, not too much or too hard. It has to part of the overall attention to my boobs."

They practiced for a few minutes on breast-work and nipple sucking, and they picked up the right pace and intensity very quickly. 

"Now comes the really good stuff," I said while pushing them gently back into their chairs. "Let's talk girl privates for a minute."

These guys were like kids in a candy shop with $100 bill. I just hoped that they didn't explode spontaneously before I was ready for them. I pulled my butt more forward on the bed, and spread my knees as far as they would go.

"Here is what all you guys dream of," I said with a laugh. "You learn how to make these parts feel good, and your last two years of college are going to be explosive!!"

"These little flaps here are the lips," I said while pinching the lips and pulling them a bit. "These are usually kinda hidden at first, but as I get turned on, they become more pronounced and really easy to find. Here, go ahead and play with them."

Ben and Doug immediately began stroking and massaging the lips. I sat back, moaned, and let them play a while. Ben seemed to get the whole process a bit faster, and was really good at gently rubbing my inner thigh, and playing with my boobs, as well as playing with the lips. 

"Damn that felt good," I said with a moan. "You guys catch on fast."

I took a deep breath, paused, and then opened the now-very-sensitive lips and held them so they could look inside. 

"This little opening right here is the vagina," I said while putting a single finger about half way in. "This can stretch to hold just about any penis, and is really slippery when I am turned on, like now. But take your time going in the first time. Put a little bit in, and then pull out, or go very slowly. Then go deeper each time until you are all in. As you move in and out, my walls press against your head, and that is what gets you off. Go ahead and feel inside. A couple fingers will fit easily."

This was such an amazing feeling. They were exploring, fumbling a little, but it felt just great. I showed them the right pacing and pressure, and even how to turn their fingers up and make circles where the g-spot should be. Sure, they are not likely to find one for a while, but any girl will be impressed that they know where to look!!

"So this in and out motion is what gets your penis off, but a girl needs more to finish," I said as I stopped their fingers. "All this fingering is great foreplay, so always do it, but you have to work the clit to get an O going."

I had Doug pull a floor lamp a little closer.

"The clit has three parts," I started, using my finger to point. First there is this loose covering of skin that is the hood. This is a lot like your foreskin, or what it would have been like if you weren't circumcised. It covers the second part, which is the clit shaft, which of course, is a much smaller version of your shaft. And finally, right here at the end of the shaft, hiding in this little cave, is the clit head itself. The woman gets stimulation by moving the hood back and forth over the clit head. Do that enough, and at the right pace and intensity, and you give her an O." 

"So I can't play with the clit directly?" Ben asked, his face just inches from my hood.

"That depends on the girl," I explained. "On some girls it shows up when really turned on, and in others it does not. Mine comes out right at the very end. But, it is soooooo sensitive that you have to be really careful, as you can kill the O by touching it too hard."

For the next several minutes I worked with them, one fingering and the other stroking my clit, until they had it down. And none too soon, as I was getting so close to cumming. At the very last moment I pushed their hands away, and scooted myself up to the middle of the bed. I put several pillows behind my head, and then opened my knees again. I put on my sunglasses.

"Damn you guys did great, I am just about ready to explode," I said out of breath. "So kneel up here beside me and give me a facial. I am going to jill off while you stroke, but you guys pop whenever you like."

They scurried up beside me and started stroking themselves as my fingers dropped between my legs. Doug also started to massage my boobs with his free hand, and Ben put a single finger in me and started doing the g-spot circles in time with his stroke speed. This got me as turned on as I have ever been.

I was getting so close. My breathing was erratic, and I groaned and moaned as I moved my hips to get more stimulation. Both penises glistened in the sunlight, glossy and slick from the precum. They were going very slowly now, just holding themselves on the brink of orgasm. I could hear both Ben and Doug groaning as well, and I could hear the muffled "I am so close" from both of them. 

A tremor started deep in me, and spread through my whole body. My hips drove into the bed, and my back arched as I threw my head back. The spasms started and I opened my mouth to scream out my tension. It was then that the first warm splash hit my face. First on my forehead, then cheeks, then lips. My spasms began to wain, and get further apart, and then a second wave of warm splashes hit me. And then it was silent. Except for the breathless panting of three people. I lay still for a few moments, and then opened my eyes. My glasses were nearly fully coated, but I could see Doug and Ben, not moving, still holding their penises. I love the look of a freshly used penis. The way it glistens from the precum, and the way the thin whisply threads hang from the tip. They looked scared, like that they had killed me, or done something wrong. 

"That was so incredible," I said softly with a smile as I licked a few drops from my lips. "You guys are going to be great lovers!"

Ben had gotten up, and handed me a small damped towel. I took it, but didn't immediately wipe my face, but stood up and went to the dresser mirror. I took the glasses off, looked at them, and then at my face.

"Holy crap guys," I said laughing. ""You had some serious backup going on!!"

I wiped my face, and then dropped and did a single cleanup suck on each guy, and of course, gave him a nice kiss on the mouth after I did!! We got dressed, went to the living room, and did some prep work for tomorrow's lab. And then smoked a few bowls. It was now getting late.

"Hey," I said with my mouth chomping on Cheetos. "I can't drive home like this. So we gotta figure out whose bed I sleep in."

Both guys giggled and raised their hand. "Pick me, Pick me," they said in a stoner unison. 

I suddenly got a bit more serious, as Kim and Tim were now at it, so we were getting their passion sounds really loudly. We'd been hearing some brief moans and noises for awhile, but now they were pounding out some full on sex. Their bed was squeaking, the headboard banging, and nearly constant "fuck yeah's" from Kim filled the living room. Doug and Ben both looked desperately (as desperate as you can look wasted!) at me.

I reached into my purse, and pulled out my bottle of travel lube. Doug and Ben just sat, nervous, but smiling. I stood in front of them, and put my hands behind my back. "Ok, each of you choose a hand," I said with a grin. "If you choose the hand with the lube, then you go back to your room alone to jerk. If you get the empty hand, then I will join you in bed. And by join I mean bang."

Ben and Doug each put their hand on one of my arms. I took my hands out, and handed the bottle to Doug. "Crap," he said softly. "Another night of jacking and listening to Amy screw a friend."

"Your night is coming soon," I said as I leaned down and gave him a kiss. "Yet this week, I promise."

Ben was already up and pulling me to his room. I managed to pluck a couple condoms from my purse on the way, and blew a final kiss to Doug before Ben shut his door.

Ben methodically stripped me. It was so hot. And unexpected. One piece at a time came off, and he would caress and massage and kiss the newly exposed area. The house was totally quiet now. Tim and Kim had cum awhile back so their bed was silent, and of course, Doug's masterbation session would not make much noise. So it was just Ben, enjoying my body, inch by inch.

Once I was naked, he moved me gently to the bed, laid me down on my back, and put several pillows under my head. He got up on the bed, laid on his stomach, and open my knees. Without a sound he started caressing my breasts, and at the same time began running his finger in my wet opening. Little by little he went deeper, and then added a second finger. His breath was warm on my groin as his fingers first explored deep, and then turned their attention to my g-spot area. Like an electric shock I felt his tongue begin working up and down my hood. First one side, then the other, then the top. Finally his mouth covered me, and his tongue pressed hard into my shaft, and pulled the ever-tightening skin over my clit head. I moaned and groaned and gyrated to the rhythm of his mouth, letting the tension build as a gentle ache over my whole body, but afraid I would explode and end this too soon.

I was so close. So close. And then he stopped. "You bastard!" I yelled. "Finish me now!"

He said nothing, but just smirked at me from the end of the bed while he stripped his clothes off, watching me squirm. He grabbed my ankles roughly, and pulled me to the edge of the bed as well. He stood in front of me, his penis swinging like a hard baseball bat waiting its turn. He picked a condom off the bed, opened it, but then paused. I already had my ankles locked behind his butt, ready to assist in my pounding, but he unhooked them and crawled up on the bed. He straddled my sides with his knees, and put his penis at my lips. I opened my mouth, and he pushed himself between my lips. My head lay still, his hands holding it steady, as he moved in and out. He pulled out, and kissed me deeply, and then went back to standing between my legs. As he unfurled the condom I scooted down to get my pussy right at the edge of the bed. He didn't seem like a sex rookie.




How to Seduce an Engineering Student



He put his penis on my slit, moved it up and down to get it slippery, and then pushed it just barely in. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my knees back and wide. He took a deep breath, looked into my eyes, smiled, and drove into me in one long slow push. I let out a passion scream, and he groaned loudly. Immediately he found a deep hard pace that worked with bed to get him all the way bottomed into me. The bed moaned and rocked, with the bottom feet jumping in time to Ben's thrusts. 

Ben slowed and softened his approach after awhile, and then pulled out completely and dropped to his knees and ate me more. He did this three more times, each time spending more and more time eating. He brought me to the edge every time, and then he went back to pounding me, and brought himself to the edge. By now we were both miserable with tension and passion. 

He dropped down one last time, and after only a couple tongue strokes, I felt the spasm hit the base of my stomach. It grew in size and intensity until my body shook and spasmed uncontrollably. The waves of pleasure encased me, and the terrible tension was replaced with an exhausted satisfaction. At some point during my orgasm, Ben stood up and put it back in me. Just as my last spasms were hitting, I heard him yell "I'm cumming," and felt my pussy grow even warmer as he released into the condom. We stay in that position for a minute, letting the satisfaction float over us. Ben pulled out, took the condom off, tied the end, and laid it on top of his underwear. He crawled back onto the bed, and tried to give me a kiss. But I pulled him back to his straddle position, and I sucked and licked his balls and penis for a bit. Then we kissed. We scooted back up to the top of the bed, and the next thing I remember was the morning sun shining into the room.

The next morning I got up, slipped on one of Ben's t-shirts, and went out to the bathroom. On the way back, I opened up Doug's door, and stood in the doorway. He was awake, but still laying naked on the top of his covers. He was looking at me with a curious look on his face, and his dick was quickly becoming hard.

"My turn yet?" Doug asked anxiously. "That was quite the show you and Ben put on last night."

"You will have your turn as my leading man," I said with a smile. "But not just yet. Can I get the lube back? I want to give Ben a good morning handjob."

Doug looked disappointed, but he picked up the lube bottle, which was laying on his bed next to a crumpled white towel. It looked like the same one that I used to clean my face the day before. I guess it had sentimental value to him!! He opened the bottle and squeezed a generous amount into his hand, snapped it shut, and then tossed it to me. "Wow. How many times did you whack it? This was a new bottle!!" I said while looking at the fluid level in the bottle. "You really do need some girl attention!"

I closed Doug's door as he started to spread the lube on his shaft. I felt a little sorry for him, but I would help him out later in the week. I went back to Ben's room, and he was still asleep with just a sheet over him. At his age, handjobs in the morning are so easy, as the guys tend to wake up horny and with rock solid morning wood. So a handie is quick, easy, and greatly appreciated. I sat on the bed next to him, pulled the sheet back carefully, and poured a generous amount of lube into my hands. I spread the lube over both hands, and then gently gripped his penis and cupped his balls. His eyes darted open, but then he immediately realized what was happening, and just put his hands behind his head and relaxed as I started my nice steady stroking.

"You need the shower," Doug asked from the doorway. I guess I forgot to close the door. 

"Can you take a quick one?" I asked without pausing my strokes. "Ben will be needing a shower pretty soon." Doug looked kinda sick as he saw what I was doing to Ben. Ben was already moaning, so I don't think he even heard Doug. I did strike me as amazing just how quickly Doug had finished masterbating. Wow. Maybe 20 seconds.

Ben finished quickly, too, and left a pretty big mess on his chest and stomach. I played in it for a little while, and although I often clean up after an HJ, I really can't eat semen until at least after lunch. Just one of my quirks!! Then it was the usual day. School and homework. Ben seemed very happy all day.

It would be a huge understatement to say that Ben surprised me in bed the night before. It was one of the sexiest, hottest, and most satisfying sexual experience I have ever had. Plus, he is really funny and smart. He is going to be a good boyfriend for someone!!

It was a few days later before I could stay over again. Now, I wasn't actually a saint in my three days away!! I had been spending so much time away from my dorm that my roommate (Stacey) was letting her current boy-interest stay over a lot. He was a local fireman, and one that I had met and kissed at a party in early January. I did kiss his dick a little, too, but was too intoxicated to finish the job, so Stacey stepped in to complete it for me. And then, they really hit it off. So when I got to my room, they were there, and he was pretty settled in. Since I knew my time in the dorm room was very limited, I told her that he could stay as much as she wanted. Unlike the boys' house, where there is at least a teeny bit of privacy, in this dorm room I was literally right on top of them in my top bunk. I started off trying to put on my ear buds and ignore them, but they were on the lower bunk, and the whole bed shook as they did it, plus it smelled like sex. Then I started watching them in the mirror, and then I just would lean over and watch. They didn't seem to mind at all. Finally (like within an hour ha ha) I was unbearably horny, so I asked if I could join. I could. So I did my civic duty to thank this fireman several times over those three days. Usually with my roommate present, but not always. Just think of me as a patriot.

After my three days away, I was at the boys' house again. I was over before Doug, Kim, and Tim got back from class, so I had some time alone in the house with Ben. I told him what a good sex-partner he had become, and high-fived him and gave him a quick "way-to-go" blowie. It was after noon so I was OK with swallowing. It was the first time he had ever had a blowjob to completion, and I think it freaked him out a bit, thinking it was too dirty or maybe degrading to me or something. He started talking about "dating" me, which is flattering, but I nicely made it clear that I was a friend-with-benefits kinda girl right now. I don't want anything serious, but just wanna have fun. Lots of fun. I could not tell if he was sad or relieved. I think some of these nice guys feel an obligation to be in a full-on dating relationship if they are getting laid. With a couple more girls under his belt (so to speak) and some more sexual confidence, he will get over it.

Later, when everyone was back at the house, we had some pizza and beer. Kim was having her period, so it would be a lot quieter in the house tonight. Tim was eyeing me more than usual at dinner, probably hoping I could pinch hit for Kim. But I let him subtly know this was just going to be Kim-BJ night for him. But that's not all that bad, considering where his virgin life was just two months ago!!

Everyone knew this was Doug's night, and I could see him feel the pressure. Kim was out of commission, Ben was alone, so the only guy getting laid tonight in this house was him. We all did some homework, and by 10:30 we were watching NetFlix. I stood up, hugged Kim, kissed Tim lightly, and gave Ben a deeper kiss. Then grabbed Doug's hand and pulled him into his room. 

I took the lead on everything, and there was virtually no noise or talking. I took his clothes off, then mine, sucked him for a bit, then laid him down and rode him until he was done. Then moseyed on up and straddled his mouth and moved my clit on his tongue until I was satisfied. It was fun, but nothing special. Doug was going to be a longer-term sex project. He was just so shy and unsure of himself, that it just petrified him from letting loose and having fun. Next time maybe we'll smoke a bowl first to loosen him up.

All of us got into a pretty comfortable rut for the next three or four weeks. I'd stay over a couple weeknights, one night with Ben and one with Doug. They were both developing into solid sex partners, but Doug stall lagged in confidence. I'd try to work in a three-way each week with Kim and Tim if I could. Then, I'd use Fridays and Saturdays to go boy hunting, so didn't see much of the old boys on the weekends. It was also good for Ben and Doug, as it forced them to go out and compete for pussy on the open market. Again, the girl-pool is quite limited around campus, but they did pretty well at least talking and making contacts. I encouraged them to go further out to where the liberal arts girls were, but they were concerned that they would be too geeky and not be able to compete with the more studly business majors, etc. So, I needed to fix that, especially for Doug.

So this next part was really timely. I was hanging with a couple girlfriends at the campus bar on Friday night. This freshman girl quietly moved next to me, and introduced herself as Clara. 

"Hi Amy," she said softly. "You don't know me, but I desperately need your help."

"How do you know me?" I asked. "What is it you want?"

"I've just seen you around, and you are so popular and good with boys, and they seem to want you," she said shyly. "I want to be wanted, too."

"Wow," I said with astonishment. "What brings this on now?"

"I am 21 tonight, so kinda drunk, and really horny," she said kinda sadly. "But not one guy is even noticing me. But they all look at you. I want them to look at me that way."

"Tell you what, Clara," I said with a smile. "Stick with us girls tonight and we'll get you appropriately shit-faced for your 21st birthday, and when your hangover is done tomorrow, you and I will figure out something!"

She smiled big and real. Our little group did get extremely drunk with Clara, and gave her a really fun night, and she came back to my dorm room and slept on the floor. She passed out so hard that she didn't even notice the fireman pounding Stacey just a couple feet from her. Clara looked pretty bad when she left in the morning, but she texted later and said she was ready to get started on her changes.

I made a couple calls, and she and I headed out in her car. We started at a local beauty school where I made a hair appointment with a guy I knew. He gave her a really cute cut, and already I could see her confidence growing. Plus, the cut was free, as I had loaned this guy my favorite instructional DVD on how to do good fellatio, and he was so enjoying the improvement in his boyfriend's oral skills. I made a mental note to be sure to have Clara watch the DVD too. At the same place another guy gave Clara some free makeup lessons, as long as she bought a few items from him. By the time we left, she was looking so relaxed and comfortable in her skin.

Then off to do some shopping. Clara had received a $500 birthday-bump on her paypal card from her parents. I helped her pick out some sexy skirts, some nice fitting jeans, and several flirty tops. Of course, we reserved enough money for a couple cute boots and a handbag. We did really good building a solidly cute wardrobe, and even had enough to get some bracelets. And I made her stop by the pharmacy and buy some condoms, both regular and XL, a small bottle of water-based lube, and a few wet-naps. Now she had something important to carry in her new purse!! It was almost 7, so we headed back to my dorm.

"You a full-on virgin?" I asked bluntly. "And how far would you be willing to go tonight if the right opportunity came up."

She stammered a bit, but I figured out she had given a couple dry handjobs, and that was it for boy-experience. "I guess tonight I don't want full on sex, but I would let him play with my breasts," she said turning bright red. "I probably would consider giving a handjob, or maybe even a blowjob, but I just don't know what I am doing."

I sat her down at my desk, and inserted a DVD into the slot, and started it. "This is an instructional DVD on how to perform fellatio," I said. "It is about 45 minutes long, and I will be back before it is over. And no jilling. I need you to be super horny later tonight"

About half an hour later I return, and the DVD was on the second to last scene. I laid my grocery bag (re-usable) on the desk, and a medium sized hot-house cucumber rolled out. I watched the last couple minutes of the fellatio DVD as the girl actor let her date's cum dribble out her mouth as she continued bobbing up and down on him. So hot. Clara was in a horny trance by now!!

"Let's start with the handjob," I say as I picked up the cucumber. "Get your new lube and we are going to give this cuc a really good jacking!"

Clara laughed and pulled the lube from her new cute purse. I broke the safety seal, opened it, and put a good squeeze in the palm of my right hand. I closed my fist to spread the lube to all my fingers, and grabbed the base of the cuc with my left hand. Clara was watching intently. 

"Take your wet hand and smear the lube over the whole cuc. Then grip lightly, and start stroking like this. At the top, where the penis head would be, do a good twist as you go up and down," I said as I demonstrated the motion. "Just keep this same pace, and don't go crazy fast or tight. Just nice and even,"

"Can I try?" Clara asked. "I think I can do this."

She lubed up and I handed the cuc to her. I worked with her to get the right speed and grip. Had this been a penis, it would have shot a long time ago! We then moved on to fellatio, and she practiced coordinating her hand and mouth so as not to wear out her mouth too quickly. Stacey and her fire-boy came in while we were sucking off the cuc, and they found that pretty funny. I convinced Stacey to blow her boy in front of us so Clara could see closeup how to do it, and ask questions. It was not only hot, but very educational for Clara. It was particularly good for her to see Stacey manage the finish, where she had to keep him from pushing too hard into your throat, but still stay stayed latched on during the spurting. Stacey is a fine fellator, and fire-boy was way more realistic than my cucumber! 

Clara and I got ready to go out about 9. She was super cute in her skater skirt and boots, and I finally convinced her that it was OK to go braless in one of the light sweater-tops we got. When I finally positioned the full-length mirror so she could see herself, she teared up. 

"I am cute," Clara said in a trembling voice. "I can't believe this is me."

I just smiled, handed her a cute jacket, and pulled her out of the dorm. It was only a few blocks to the bar, but we chatted the whole way. And only about sex and blowjobs and handjobs. This girl was so excited to get started on her new approach to life. She knew her virgin days were numbered, and she was going to work hard to make the transition to sexually active as fun and memorable as possible. 

The bar was hopping pretty good by the time we got there, and as we walked in we could feel the penetrating eyes of the horny males on us. And the cool thing, Clara was getting as many looks as I was. We shuttled up to the bar, and almost immediately two beers showed up with two really cute guys attached to them. And they were talking to BOTH of us. I could see Clara was just in heaven. She kept looking at me, with this look of joy and disbelief that these hotties were interested in her. And the beers and guys kept coming. As soon as we finished talking with one set, another would jump in for a shot at talking to us. Clara not only was getting tons of attention, but she was going to be able to have her choice of guy tonight, if that is what she wanted.

And that is what she wanted. She was getting a bit tipsy, but told me that she really liked the first guys that talked to us, and really really really liked the one with the brown hair. So, we bought a couple extra beers, and took them over to a table where these two guys were playing quarters with a bunch of their friends. She handed her beer to the brunette, I handed mine to the blonde. They both gave a big grin, knowing that they had just won the girl lottery tonight, and stepped away from the table to join us. We flirted and talked and kissed a little with the boys. They were roommates on campus, and they invited us up. We accepted. 

Their dorm was pretty good sized. They had a very small couch, and they each had a small bed, and they were not bunked. We watched Saturday Night Live for an hour while we cuddled and kissed. I had already checked out my guy's package, and it was good, so I suspected that Clara had done the same with her boy. I looked over at Clara to see what she wanted to do, and she made a little "o" with her mouth. I guess these guys were going to get good-night blowjobs. So, I made the first move, and pulled my guy off the couch and had him sit on the edge of his bed. Clara did the same. I unbuckled his belt, opened his button, and unzipped his pants. Clara did the same. I wiggle his pants down, as well as his boxers. Ditto for Clara. I commented on how big and hard his penis was. Ditto. I told him that I was not ready to have sex with him yet, but that I did want to kiss his penis a whole bunch. Clara said the same. I told him that he could finish in my mouth. After a long pause, Clara said the same thing. I started sucking. So did Clara. Clara's guy came in her mouth. And them mine in my mouth. We kissed our boys, and they walked us back to my dorm. I laid down and jilled. So did Clara.

The next morning we got up surprisingly early, but Clara was having fellators-remorse. She was afraid that any "nice" guy would be turned off by getting a BJ on the first date, and that she had scared off this really nice guy, especially by swallowing him. Too slutty too soon, she complained. But promptly at 9 he texted, thanking her for the best night of his life, and asking if she would have brunch with him. Clara was back to floating again. I did point out, too, that my guy never asked me out for brunch, making her feel even more special. I helped her get ready again, and sent her on her way, looking cute, and a full tri-pak of regular sized condoms in her cute purse. I predicted she would need them later today. She did. 

They had a wonderful brunch at an upscale hotel near the water, and then he took her on a boat cruise. After the cruise he rented bikes and they toured a local park, and then they went back to his dorm. His roommate was out for at least two more hours. She told him she was a virgin, which surprised him based on the quality of her blowjob skills. She confessed that the only other blowjob she had ever given was earlier that same day to a very satisfied cucumber. He thought that was really cute. He asked if he could be her first. She said yes. He was grinning again.

He got naked first. Then he very carefully took off her cute boots and socks, and then her flimsy skirt and top. He folded them carefully and put them on his desk. He laid her on her stomach on his bed and massage her all over for a long time, and then rolled her over and completely massaged her entire front. By the time he pulled her panties off, she was soaked with excitement. He laid down next to her and kissed her deeply as his fingers began exploring inside her. She tried to massage his penis, but he brushed her hand away. He worked his kisses lower and lower, until he was carefully tonguing her clit shaft. Clara reached back and found her purse, pulled out the condoms, and handed them to him. She heard one of the paks open, and watched as he unrolled it onto himself. He knelt between her knees, spread them widely, and pushed into her little by little. Once fully in, he started going faster, until he found a pace that rocked with the little bed. She wasn't sure what noises she should be making, but some deep uncontrollable groaning kept coming out of her mouth. Her body had never before been so consumed with lust and desire. His finger moved to her clit, and he stroked her as his penis enjoyed the tightness of her pussy. Her release finally came, and as she was still spasming he let go, too. He grabbed her hips tightly , and pulled her up as he drove into her, his shaft vibrating as it shot his jizz into the condom reservoir. He collapsed next to her, and they both only woke up when his roommate returned. They got dressed, kissed, and he drove her home. She was officially "sexually active." She loved not being a virgin anymore.




How to Seduce an Engineering Student



The next Saturday I invited Clara to the boys' house. She had been spending a lot of time with the new guy (I never did catch his name) and by Saturday she was a non-virgin many times over. He had to work late on Saturday, so she was able to come over.

"Hey guys," I said to the house group. "This is Clara, my new friend I've been telling you about."

"Clara," Ben said. "Good to meet you. We're just chilling and watching some college games today, so sit down and join us."

"And there's plenty of beer in cooler in the kitchen and a couple pizzas are on there way," Tim said. "So make yourself comfortable."

"Thanks," Clara said with a smile. "Amy has been such a good friend, its hard to believe we've only known each other a little over a week."

Then it happened. I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. Clara saw Doug, and he was totally captivated by her. And then she by him. They looked at each other for an unnaturally long time before Doug could speak. "Hi Clara," Doug said softly. "It's really nice to see you."

"Same here," she said with a smile. "Is that seat next to you taken?"

It was Kim's seat, but Doug patted it as if it were unclaimed. She sat next to him. Clara and Doug chatted softly as the rest of us watched the game. "Clara and I are going for a walk," Doug said with an odd smile. "We'll be back in a bit."

They were gone about an hour. When they got back, they used the bathroom, grabbed a couple beers, and without saying a word went to his room and shut the door. They looked seriously horny. 

And sure enough, it started with a few muffled moans and groans, and then burst into full-on banging. I didn't think either Doug or Clara had that much intensity, but together they could really pound it out!! They both came, and then it was quiet for a full quarter of basketball. And then it started again. Just as loud, maybe louder, and certainly longer. They both came, and then it was quiet for another full quarter of basketball. And then it started again. And finally finished. A few minutes later the door opened and they staggered into the room, clearly exhausted. But they both smiled, and glowed with satisfaction. We stood and applauded.

We all finished watching the game, and as soon as it was over we all went to the bedrooms. One boy and one girl to each bedroom. It was going to be a very loud night.



How to Seduce an Old Woman



I'm new to these "adult story" sites but I was attracted to this one. 

Why? Simple. It's because I like to fuck old women and somebody told me about this site. I thought I might pick up a few tips, ideas. Who knows? Boy, was I wrong.

Now I'm not putting down the stories here. Some of them are pretty good, actually. But if these are supposed to be "true stories" I've got to tell you they aren't. Penthouse Magazine used to run "true stories" in their magazine (I don't know if they still do or not... I don't read it anymore -- no old women) and some of the true stories here are just about as believable. Let's face it: they're crap. They're just some guy's idea of what it would be like to put the pork to some grandma.

Well I'm here to tell you they're wrong. But I'm going to set you straight. I'm going to tell you the truth of how it works. The good, the bad and the ugly.

First of all, let me clarify a few things. It's important to have clarity. Maybe it's my salesman background (more on that later) -- I don't know. But just so there's no confusion, I want to let you know what I mean by "fucking an old woman."

I'm not talking about some 40-ish housewife who works out every day and looks like she's 25. I'm not even talking 60, 65. I'm talking old. 70, 75. I'm talking about an old woman with tree stump legs, droopy tits (big, though, I gotta have 'em big, but that's just me), grey hair, long skirts. You know what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the old lady down the street whose husband died 10 years ago and just goes to the supermarket and maybe church on Sunday.

I do have SOME requirements, beyond that, however. I want them to be mobile. That means, they've got to be able to go from point A to point B on their own without a walker or wheel chair. Canes are okay. They've got to have both breasts. Good hair. That's important to me. If they don't shave their legs, well, that's a turn off to me. It suggests they may be lacking in, well, hygiene. I cross 'em off the list.

Does this sound cold? Calculating? Look, I'm not planning to start a family with the woman. I just want to seduce her then fuck her old cunt silly and maybe come back for more. Believe me, it works --if you do it right.

Okay, a little bit about me. And remember, I'm not telling you this because I'm an ego-maniac. I'm only telling you what you need to know if you want to get some vintage nookie. 

Like I said, I'm a salesman. In my business, I keep track of my contacts, possible clients. I keep lists, rolodex files. And I stay in touch. Just because Fred or Sam doesn't buy from me today doesn't mean he won't buy from me tomorrow. This pays off. Sooner or later, I get the sale. Just staying in touch. Sending them a little card. Maybe a reminder of something they're interested in --movie, ballgame, investment opportunity. That way they see me as more than just a salesman. I'm somebody who's looking out for them.

It's really just a long, drawn out seduction. And that's my favorite part. That's also my problem with many of the stories about older woman sex in these stories.

Here's what I mean. Boys, the ladies you want to fuck (and especially old ladies) are not going to drop to their knees the minute they see your 9-inch slammer exposed while you're (pick one) in the shower, sleeping, sitting with your legs spread apart, etc., etc. It doesn't work that way -- except in some of the stories here.

NEWS FLASH! Boys and girls are different. Guys see an exposed tit and they're ready to do the horizontal mambo on the spot. Women don't work like that. You've got to win them, even if all you want is a quick fuck on the living room sofa (NOT recommended, by the way, especially with old women). 

So be patient. That's lesson one. And keep good records. As a salesman, I know it's important to pre-qualify potential customers, weed out the ones who will never buy. It's important that you do the same thing with the next old woman you want to fuck. Here's a few tips to help you.

First of all, I'm not talking about the 60-ish gals who go to the American Legion dance on Saturday night. Don't get me wrong, this is Geriatric-Pussy City. It just isn't my style. I know guys who took a few dance lessons, then go to these dances about once a month, dance a little, go home with a gray-haired honey and play house for a week, then return to their own place. That's too much of a commitment for me, but if that's your style, go for it.

I'm not talking about that kind of action here. For record- keeping purposes, I look for two easily-identifiable types. The first is the widow. I like widows with all the attributes I mentioned earlier. Having their own house is nice, but not a requirement. An apartment is okay. Just make sure they don't have drop-in visits from neighbors and (especially) relatives. Believe me, they won't appreciate your sport.

The second type I target successfully are what I call virtual widows. These are old women whose husbands either travel a lot, golf or just flat disappear for long periods. It doesn't take long to determine that "grandma" is starving for attention and, with the proper care, you'll be pumping your jism on her floppy tits and she'll still be bitching about her old man ignoring her. Not like me. I care. Right.

What I care about is jamming my Johnson into her. And this is an important point. You see, it is the FUCK that is the goal of any serious old lady-fucker. Now this doesn't hold true for the 60ish gals, but women over 70 are a lot less likely to give (or even allow, in some cases) oral sex. Tit sucking, oh yeah, they like that. Finger fucking is okay. But many are predisposed (I'm convinced it has to do with the age they grew up in: sex was considered "dirty" which can be a turn on for them but they are still reluctant to get too "experimental") against oral sex.

The same with anal sex. Only once have I been able drive the hershey highway with grandma, but it was wonderful. (Floppy ass cheeks, grunting, sweating, tits waving back and forth while I pumped my cum into her -- but I digress)I will try again but you've got to be alert to clues. You'll know pretty quick if this is something they will go along with. In most cases, frankly, you don't want to. Let me explain.

I told you I was going to talk about the good, the bad AND the ugly. Okay, here's some of the ugly part. If you don't want to hear it, pass up this chapter. Here goes. Old women can be vicious farters. It seems the chubbier ones (damn!) are the worst. If things are going your way and you decide to take them doggy style, you might as well set up behind the exhaust of an F- 14 fighter, if you get my drift. So lesson 3 or 4 (I lost count)is use the good ol' missionary position. At least the first couple of times. They're comfortable with it and it lets you watch their old face turn angelic as your cum lubricates their elderly vaginas.

Permit me another digression here. Unlike in the stories we read, old women rarely scream out "I'M CUUMMMMM --- IINNNGGGG!" So don't get your heart set on it. Some of them like to talk dirty and some of them like to hear you talk dirty. Just make sure you know which one you got or you could leave the house holding your erect soldier and leaving the battlefield without firing a shot.

Personally, I find they like it when you call out their name. Best reaction comes from the line: "you've got the sweetest, softest pussy, Gladys." What old gal wouldn't like to hear that? None that I've found.

By the way, Gladys probably DOESN'T have the sweetest, softest pussy, so get ready for that. If she's been regularly using a vibrator or her finger or something else, she may be ready for you to fuck her when you're ready. But (again) unlike the stories, old women don't start creaming the minute they see your erect fuck pole. Some do, but don't count on it. I take along some KY Jelly when I'm expecting some action with a new partner and if I find putting my prick into her cunt is like jack hammering concrete, I use the jelly. I've never had anybody object or ask me why I brought it. It pays to be prepared (yeah, I was a boy scout too).

I'm 32 years old. That's a good age because you're old enough to be treated as an adult by the 70ish set and young enough to make the most of your conquest. By that I mean, I'm still able to get two ejaculations during one visit. (forgive me if I sound clinical but I'm just trying to be helpful). If possible, I try to get Gladys to jerk me off before I fuck her. I've got to get the fuck though. Everybody wants that. It's like watching a beautiful sunset to see my jism dripping off Gladys' double chins after I just tit fucked her. I like my first blast to make a statement but, like I said earlier, that's just me.

The point is, the gals LOVE it that you shoot it off for them. They understand that THEY are the reason your cum pump is so active. Some of them will have an orgasm right there (and, yeah, they still get orgasms and sometimes at the damndest times) or, if you've read them correctly, you might be able to get oral sex or even fuck them in the ass (following my precautions mentioned earlier). Or just wipe off their face and go for the good old missionary fuck.

I used to ask them "how do you want it?" which was a turn on for me but they didn't know how to answer and sometimes it scared them so I don't say that anymore. I just give it to them in the missionary position, like I said, at least the first couple of times.

Okay, you're probably wondering how I got this far. I'll tell you about a typical conquest (and that's what they are, nothing less. I'm just getting my rocks off and hopefully they are too. no commitments. no 'I love you's'. just fucking). 

Janelle was almost striking for a 70 year-old. Almost too good looking for me but so neat in other ways (and so perfect) that I had to get her. She is married to a nice guy who goes on trips overseas. Hawaii, Europe, Mexico. He meets with a buddy and they bicycle (pretty good because he's over 70 too) and leaves her alone for long periods. 

I spotted Janelle at a cocktail party my company threw last summer. She was there with her husband, a retired executive with the company. By the way he was ignoring her, I could tell she was getting little, ahem, attention at home. Call it a kind of radar. I introduced myself and found out a little about her. When her grandchildren were coming to town, how they decorated the house for Christmas, her favorite color. All I did was talk to her for about 20 minutes, reminded her of my name and (this is important) shook her hand warmly and looked her right in the eye. Then I left but made a note in my "old lady fuckbook." And I kept an eye on what was going on in her household -- from a distance.

Just before her grandkids were scheduled to come to town, I dropped her a note with some free tickets to the planetarium in town because she had mentioned her grandson liked telescopes. I sent it with a business card (with my phone number) to make sure she remembered me. Naturally, she called me to thank me. I found out hubby was out of town for two weeks and the grandkids were gone.

No, I didn't run over there. Remember what I said about patience? I did mention I lived alone and liked sweets. This was important and (because I've done this before) knew she would be getting in touch with me soon. Sure enough, she stopped by the office one day around lunchtime with some homemade coffee cake.

This was an important gesture. To me, the timing was more significant than the gift. I thanked her profusely and asked her if should would mind going to lunch with me. When she blushed, I knew she had thought of it beforehand. And that's when I knew I'd be parking in her garage before long. And I was.

I won't go into all the details here but it involved compliments on her appearance at lunch, frequent touching of her hand and arm, first subtly and then more obviously. And, oh yeah, lots of white wine. She liked chablis, I knew, because that's what she was drinking at the party. See how important it is to keep good notes?

Before long, inhibitions had disappeared, touching started from her end and I allowed her to invite me over (I needed to take her home because she was a little tipsy -- wasn't that wonderful?). Now I was at her house, she was half-drunk and friendly and she was thanking ME for doing her a favor of taking her home.

Timing is everything when you want to get laid. Once I was inside her house, I touched her flabby forearm and she stopped and turned to face me, eyes aglow. I pulled her to me and kissed her, gently at first, then I started tongue poking. She was reluctant, which I love, but agreeable and she finally closed her eyes and gave in to me completely. The seduction was complete.

I took her into her bedroom. It was important to me that I fuck her on the bed she occasionally shared with her absentee husband. She was really into kissing so I accommodated her while unbuttoning her blouse. She was a little nervous but when I told her how beautiful she was (words I'm sure she NEVER heard anymore) she was mine.

The rest was pretty typical. Blouse off. Bra off. Floppy tits (nice big nipples, as I recall), hike up the skirt, yank off the panties. Licking the thick thighs ( a little nervous, so I stopped), then I took off my shirt and pants, let my hardened cock spring out (I love seeing their eyes get big) and time to put it to her. She was good and moist, which surprised me. No jelly required. Still, I went slow and thought of the movie, Jaws, where Quinn described what a shark's eyes looked like as it bit into its victim. He said they roll back and sort of twirl around and around. That's what Janelle's eyes seemed to do as I slowly fucked her old cunt and managed to cum just as she did. Then I kissed her some more, licked those find old floppy tits and left.

Now she's in my harem. That's what I call it. I would never say it to her (or any of my other "girls"). I'll send her a note about something and "manage" to meet her for lunch as hubby's out of town. She got more adventurous over time and eventually I started tongue fucking her cunt and titty fucking her malleable breasts. She would talk about Henry never doing this or doing that and, reading her, I would say "Does Henry fuck like this Janelle?" as my cum spurted into her old cunt or splattered on her tits and she would cum with this adorable little shudder.

Hmm, I was writing this strictly for instructional purposes but now I'm thinking it may be time to send Janelle another note. Okay, I'm getting a little worked up. She's got a tiny ass but, you know, I might be able to fuck it. Should I take a chance? Would you?



How to Seduce Brother in Three Steps



My story is a strange one. I have written it in detail and I am sending the papers to you because I know you like strange stories. I want you to publish it so that others may learn from my experiences. Yes, I want them to learn from my experiences for whatever the world might say only good things happened to me. 

I am from the Old World and the language I speak at home is not the language in which I have written this story. I give this information because readers may find errors in my grammar and sentence construction. I would be very unhappy if that should impede them in understanding my story for the language of love should know no borders. 

My life changed forever on a warm Saturday afternoon a few days after my eighteenth birthday. My brother Abel and I lived with our mother in a house with two tiny rooms. We lost our father when I was three. My brother who is eleven months older acts as if he is my big brother. For example he says he remembers father. I am sure he is imagining. When our studies in our small town school were over my brother joined a car mechanic shop as apprentice and I as embroider in a clothes shop. I am very good in many forms of hand embroidery. 

After breakfast my mother left to visit relatives in a town thirty miles away. She was to be back only after night fall. Abel, always a late riser, had his bath and came to the room with a towel round his waist and head dripping like a dog out of the pond. He stood before the mirror and combed his wet hair. He said his unruly hair responds only to wet treatment. I was sitting a metre away reading a novel. Then this happened. The towel round his waist loosened and fell off. And there stood my brother, tall, muscular, and magnificently proportioned stark naked in front of me, his sister.

My eyes were on the hairy thing adorning his crotch. I have never seen adult male genitals before and the strange thing that my brother sported absorbed my total attention, so total that I became unaware of him. It seemed as if it was a being that had separate existence apart from his body. The penis, large like an over sized banana, lay partly on its side, and his scrotal bag was not dangling as I have seen in horses but tight and stretched over his huge testicles.

"May I cover myself?" asked Abel softly. I woke up with a jerk and immediately blushed scarlet. I had sufficient self possession to nod permission with vigorous shakes of my head. "You have seen this certainly," he said as he tied the towel.

"I have of course," I said now recovering my aplomb, "but what I saw years ago was a small naked rat. This is a particularly over grown hairy bandicoot." He laughed.

"You have a hairy one too," he said.

"Not when you saw it."

"May be not now too if like Noah's sister you shave." Noah is Abel's friend.

"How do you know she shaves?"

"Noah once saw her razor she forgot to take with her after a bath."

"Rather indelicate of him to publish the fact."

"He did not publish it. He only told me."

"Would you?"

"I would not," he said tactfully. He took a while to comb his hair to his taste. He should have left for his room to dress but he seemed to have something more to say.

"Kesi," he said and stopped. My name is Kesia. I looked up. "Kesi," he said again, "you have seen my thing and you have honoured it by calling it a bandicoot, it is now your turn to show me your thing."

"Silly reasoning," I responded with some heat. It was heat all right but an internal heat that developed as the result to seeing my naked brother. Yes, I was excited at the possibility of showing myself to him. But my feminity demanded that I yield only with protest. As his requests became more persistent my refusal also kept pace with it. Finally I showed signs of yielding.

"Only for a second," I said.

"No," he said, "as long as my display lasted."

"Did you time it?"

"At least five minutes."

"No," I said. After some hard bargaining we settled for one minute. I stood up; Abel sat in front on a low stool. He was not to advance forward under any circumstance. I turned my head away to one side, closed my eyes, and lifted up my skirt. I could hear him gasp. I counted sixty and turned and cautiously opened my eyes. His eyes were bulging as he focussed on my vulva with as much intensity as I had focused on his genitals a few minutes ago. 

"Time over," I said and dropped my skirt. He did not plead for an extension as I expected him to but he did something very extraordinary

"See what you have done to your bandicoot," he said hoarsely and whipped away the towel. His was a bandicoot no more. His penis was no longer placidly hanging but was pointing up like an antiaircraft gun, its girth doubled and surface festooned with large veins. The organ waved gently with every heart beat. 

"Meet him," he ordered. Thereupon I took one step forward and grasping the enlarged tip of the penis I shook it formally.

"How do you do?" I said and laughing I ran into my room and closed and latched the door. I discarded my clothes and lay on my back with thighs spread. I placed my hands on my vulva. It was wet. I gently rubbed the clitoris. I was so hot that a few strokes brought me to the verge of climax. I pressed my thighs against my hand on the crotch as I usually do while masturbating. The steel cot creaked as I shook in climax. I washed and settled on the sofa to analyse the doubts that I am often so full of.

Yes I am a girl full of doubts. 'Would Abel treat this episode as a one-off incident and get back to being a brother?' I read only curiosity in his eyes and not passion or lust. I on the other hand was full of desire. I was sexually attracted to my brother; he was my prime fantasy object every since I was old enough to sense my womanhood. I always think of him while masturbating. Till a short while ago while masturbating I used to imagine fondling and kissing but today I was bold. I had just then seen his erect penis. I had that organ inside my vagina thrust in as deep as I could imagine. I wanted it in me in reality. There and then I decided to use all the wiles that women are born with to get him. 

When I was out of the room Abel had left for work. I had to rush too for I was already late. That evening at supper table he showed no sign that anything extraordinary had happened that morning. It surprised me that something that had churned me up had no effect on my brother. After supper he watched soccer on TV with his usual gusto. After the game was over he stood up and stretched and yawned. I sat on my usual corner chair working on embroidery. He came to me and stood in front. I looked up. 

"Kesi," he said, "if you think you have paid your dues you are mistaken."

"What dues?"

"You saw me with no clothes on. I must see you like that too. You cannot get away with some skirt lifting."

I got up. "You are naughty," I said. I tweaked his chin and giving my head the best coquettish jerk I could muster with a smile to match I moved swiftly to my room. Strangely my first feeling was one of amusement. My brother still had the spirit of competition of our nursery days. I was happy too that he had not forgotten the episode as I feared he might have. 'Did I make it clear to him that I was game to what he wanted?' Those doubts again.

The next morning as I was getting ready for my bath I went up and down the room towel in hand. I was reminding him of his request to me. But Abel who was reading the sports pages of the newspaper did not seem to notice me at all. Mother was bustling about getting ready to leave for her shop. She took her bag and left. I could not see her but I heard her latch the garden gate. Abel could see her. He kept his eyes on her till she turned the corner and then looked up and smiled impishly. 

"It is redemption time," he said. I smiled back and moved to the bathroom. He followed me but when I went in he stood out. I closed the door but did not draw the bolt. I removed my clothes and wrapped a towel round myself. I came to the door and opened it. He was still standing there very sure that I will reappear.

"Here are your dues," I said and threw the towel on to the rack. I stood erect, legs slightly parted and arms akimbo.

"Lovely," said my brother hoarsely. "Lovely," he said again. I turned round once and once again and stopped facing him.

"Satisfied?"

"How can anyone be satisfied," he said. 

"What more do you want?" I asked. He hesitated.

"I don't know," he said.

I smiled tenderly, closed the door and drew the bolt. I bathed. Before I was out of the bathroom my brother had left for work. I breakfasted. I had half an hour to go before leaving for my shop. I took the cloth on the stretch frame and worked on the design to assist thought. I had a lot of analysing to do. 

My brother is a soft creature. He is mamma's boy. Even now this 1.8 metre hulk likes to rest his head on his mother's lap and she would pet him. He did not have the mental strength to orchestrate sex with his sister; that is sure, but did he think of her in his fantasies? Ours is a liberal community but we are church going and follow the basics of our religion. Incest is something so horrible that most men and women in our community will shudder at the thought. I did not. Why? I cannot say. May be I am evil, or may be there is something in my genes that makes me approve. If as scientists say homosexuals have genes that make them so then why not genes for incest? Anyway my desire for my brother is strong and giving it up is not an option. The recent first physical intimacy has brought me to explosive point. I had to have him. I did not expect him to act. I will have to seduce him. Living in the same house with long periods when we were alone by ourselves should make my task easier but it was a matter that demanded very delicate handling.

I have a reputation n in our family of being a very determined girl. What I did next will startle and may even amuse you but it is proof that I go a long way to get what I want. The working class society to which I belong did not place great value on virginity. Young women more often than not have sexual experience before their wedding and not always with the man they marry. Consequently condoms are freely available for men and a young unmarried woman can purchase pills in shops without raising eyebrows. Shops that sell pills (not all of them druggists) have woman sales persons to reduce embarrassment to lady customers. Ours town in this respect is well ahead of the rest of the world. If mothers were to notice the pills daughters have a solid explanation for it. They would say it was for scanty periods or pain during periods. Taking pills is a standard remedy for those problems. I went to a shop well away from our place and got contraceptive tablet strips for two months. Our town is not enlightened enough for women to buy condoms; not yet anyway. Even if I could I would not for I did not like condoms. The joke amongst us girls is that using condoms is like taking bath with clothes on! I got my strips and took the first tablet as soon as I was out of the shop. I noted the time. Every day at that precise time I had to take a pill. I did so meticulously.

2

What with changes in duty shifts for Abel and with mother and her partner in the market taking turns to stay at home I got a chance to be alone with my brother only after a week. I had my plans for the morning. I put on a top with low neck and to improve on it I undid the two top buttons. What was visible was not just the valley but the inner half of both breasts. I sat in front of Abel who as usual was reading the sports pages of the newspaper. I was doing my needle work but with one eye on a shiny flower vase where I could see my brother in reflection. He was darting glances at my breasts. At times he took courage to stare. I was thrilling to have brother feast on the sight of your exposed breast. But I had more to do. Next time when he had his eyes focussed on it I suddenly looked up. He turned away embarrassed. I looked down at my exposed chest as if I did not know it was exposed and then looked up. I caught his eyes and smiled to reassure him that I did not think he did any wrong.

"No need to turn away Abe. It's yours to look at or whatever." I slipped the shoulder straps off and sat with breasts exposed. Anything more you want?"

"I don't know Kesi. Please don't ask me that question again. I fear I'll do something that will hurt me the rest of my life," 

"Big words Abe," I said. I got up not bothering to cover myself.

"It's nothing of the sort. Look at my breasts to your heart's content. Please don't forget that no young woman is closer to you than me. Nothing, absolutely nothing can hurt you or me if it is by mutual consent. Please understand that." I moved to my room to dress for duty. I came out ready to go. Brother was holding the paper but not reading. I went up to him and holding his chin I turned up his face and gave a gentle kiss on his lips and hurriedly went out. I was walking on thin air. I had my brother fully primed for action. I brief period separation would make him ripe for the final act in our drama. 

That evening we had a guest. An aunt, the eldest of my late father's five living sisters, was visiting her little brother's family. My father was the youngest of eight children and the only boy. His sisters had a tender corner for the family of their much loved brother who died young. This aunt was more auntish than my other aunts. She had piercingly keen eyes and an even keener hook nose. Her speciality was sniffing out marital discord, illicit love affairs and even missed periods in the families of relatives that she regularly visited. I was on guard and in my brother's presence I behaved with great care. I should have used the same caution with my mother too but apparently I did not. It was to have interesting consequences as we shall later see. Ten days were more than the brief period of separation I had desired. These were the most painful ten days in my life. The day my aunt left found me in an excited state.

"Aunt is gone," I said to Abel. To him she was an aunt who had come and was now gone. He attached no significance to my statement. I was not surprised but it did annoy me a bit. 

3

The morning after the day aunt left I was waited eagerly for mother's departure for her shop. She would be away from nine till two. Her shop closed after that. Abel was on evening shift. He woke up late as usual an hour after mother left. He had breakfast and came and sat in front of the TV watching soccer. The moment to spring my plan had come. I went to my room and removed my bra and knickers. I wore thin top and short skirts. I sat by his side on the sofa and sidled close to him. I took care to be at his right, his dominant side. I was excited. I could already feel moisture at my vulva.

"How is our team faring?"

"One goal up," he said.

"More to come."

"It's a replay."

"We win?"

"Of course we do. Otherwise I will not be watching."

I sidled closer crushing his arm. He released his arm as I expected him to and took it behind me to my waist. I had folded the hem of the top and held it in my arm pit. His hands felt my bare body. 

"You are not wearing bra," he said.

"How can you be so sure? You are only feeling the side of my chest." He felt my back.

"I can't feel any." 

"There are bras that are slug round the neck." He felt my neck.

"Nothing there too."

"You would have seen movie actresses with attached cups with no straps." Silence from his side.

"Want to check?" He hesitated and then his fingers moved forwards. His fingers were on the side of my breast. They climbed up step by step. Soon they were at the top and then one finger pulp touched the nipple. He cupped my breast. 

"Like it," I asked.

"It's divine," he said. "Now I know for certain that you have no bra on," he said laughing.

"On one side anyway," I said teasingly. He then brought his other hand and cupped both my breasts. He was holding my breasts from behind me and my head was turned and we were kissing and laughing at the same time. In the struggle my skirt was up almost to the crotch. He looked down.

"Are you wearing knickers?"

"Find out." He took his hand gingerly up the side of my thighs all the way up to the crest of the pelvis.

"I feel nothing." He explored the inner side of the thigh up to the crotch.

"Nothing," he said. He ran his finger over the inner side of the other thigh. 

"Nothing here too," he said. Then be became clever. "May be there is a cup for that too."

"May be or may be not," I said. He boldly brought his hand to the lower part of my abdomen and slid it downwards. He then cupped my vulva and thereupon both of us lost control. I lay on the sofa with feet in the air and vulva spread out in wild display. He was on his knees with his head between my thighs.

"Permit me to examine your..,"

"Vulva," I said. Please do not use any of the words your friends use to describe it. Come on say it."

"Vulva."

"Louder, and roll it round your tongue."

"Vulva," he said again.

"Go ahead," I ordered.

He opened one lip and then the other and then he spread both out. With his finger he touched the clitoris. I was watching him intently as he went though the movements. He looked up. Our eyes met.

"Lick me my darling brother," I said. He did more. He took the clitoris between his lips and munched. I moaned with pleasure. That moan must have pulled the trigger for he licked my clitoris with vigour and I spread the leaves with my finger to bring it out. My pelvis was moving up and down and he was practically eating my vulva. It did not take me long to reach the peak. I was teetering at the edge waiting for him to nudge me down the steep cliff. 

"Stop for a moment," I said. He stopped. "Now start again in slowly deep swipes. He did so and I exploded. I screamed a muffled scream. 

"Bite my clitoris," I said. He covered his teeth with his lips and bit my clitoris. I screamed again. I could not wait any more; I had to have him inside me at once. I broke away. I removed my skirt and tops and ran to my room naked. He must have shed his clothes too for he followed me naked with his mighty penis flaying about. I lay on my back, thighs spread out ready to receive him. He was soon on top of me.

I was turning away with eyes closed. I do not know why but it is not from any sense of shame. Nothing was happening. I slowly turned my head and peered with half open eyes. My brother was on top of me with his extended arms holding him up. He was aiming his magnificent penis at my vagina but he had so little control over the organ that he missed every time by a generous margin. It was funny. He would steady himself and after aligning his penis he would try to spear my vagina. The penis never was steady enough for him to hit the bull's eye. I reached out for his penis and guided it towards the vagina. I inserted it enough for it not to slip out. 

"Push," I said. He pushed but there was resistance. "Push again," I said and as he did so I placed my palms on his buttocks and pulled his pelvis towards me. I felt a sting, yes it was nothing more than that, and he was in. I could feel his large organ stretching my hitherto unstretched vagina as it advanced. It was a glorious feeling. The penis went up to the hilt. I wriggled to get a snug fit. I hugged my darling brother tightly with arms and legs.

"I am deflowered," I said, "by the best person possible, a brother." I believed it then and I believe it now.

He moved his penis in and out. My vagina was so wet that the shaft slid smoothly. I could feel the flange of the rose as it moved. Once again I placed my palms on his buttocks and pulled him up so that he made proper contact with the clitoris. Soon he was pumping with speed and I was responding in rhythm with his movements. I was hot and so was he. I held his pelvis and bodily moved it up and down to rub his penis against my clitoris. I do no know from where I got so much strength but I did. 




How to Seduce Brother in Three Steps



I climaxed as he ejaculated in great gulps. I could sense my vagina filling up with his semen. It is a feeling that defies description. Later he told me I was screaming with pleasure but I have no recollection of it. There were some after shocks. He then rolled over and we lay side by side in hot embrace. 

It was time for us to go for work. That evening during supper we pretended as if it was just another day. Our honeymoon lasted just one week. Our church was celebrating its centenary and visitors from neighbouring town and villages were filling our town. Many homes took in visitors as guests. We had enough relatives to take up all the space we had. I rarely saw my brother during the ten days of festivities. 

The visitors left one afternoon. We had a lot to do to get the house back to normal. We had supper, the three of us. My mood was not upbeat for I will not get a chance to hug my brother till next morning and as for sex possibly not for three days. Brother left for his room and latched the door. He was not just annoyed; he was in a dirty mood, understandably. I was busy with my needlework when mother who was by my side on the sofa spoke.

"Kesi darling,"

"Yes Ma."

"You must spend the night with Abel." I turned to her in horror. She was smiling and I swear she winked. So she knew. She drew me to herself and hugged me. I was so shamed that I avoided her eye.

"Of course I knew. I am not so dense that I would not notice that my daughter was having a honeymoon to surpass all honeymoons." She held me and rocked me to and fro. Mother always spoke in short spurts. She was silent for a while. 

"I knew that you are on the pill too. You are wise; always were." Silence again.

"Do not have feelings of guilt," she continued, "after all we are the products of brother sister union. How else could Adam and Eve have multiplied and replenished the Earth other than by their children uniting with each other?" There was silence again. It seemed to last a long time. She spoke again.

"You two are too young to set off on your own. Wait for two years. You will past twenty. We will immigrate to New Zealand. There with no one who know our past you can marry and have babies." She kissed me tenderly. "Tell you brother what I told you. Now go. You don't have to say anything to me just go; my blessings go with you."

We got up late after a sleepless night of activity. Mother had gone for work. I set breakfast on the table. My brother came in. We hugged and kissed.

"My darling," he said.

"My very own precious darling," I responded.



How to Seduce Mother Version 01



I saw this book on how to become a masseuse/masseur on my son David's desk and asked him about it. 

"I just thought I might be able to pick up a few bucks giving massages. You do a lot, tuition is expensive, so I thought I could help out a bit by making some extra money." I certainly wasn't going to stop him from earning his own money. "I've already practically memorized the book, the only problem is that I have to find someone to actually massage, unless you wanna volunteer. I'll get the practice I need and you'll get free massages. Sound good?" 

My ex-husband never gave massages, unless it was to the whores that he screwed around with during our marriage. And I certainly could use a good massage. "Sure. Why not?" 

He didn't have a massage oil warmer, or massage oil for that matter, so later that evening he put a bottle of baby oil into some hot water that he'd just taken off the stove. A few minutes later, David asked if I was ready for my massage. Actually I had been looking forward to it all day. 

"Yeah," I said. 

"Alright. Uhhh...we don't have a massage table just yet, so we'll use your bed. Take your clothes off, wrap a small towel around your waist, lie on your bed and let me know when you're ready." 

"You want me to take all my clothes off?" 

"Of course. You don't give somebody a massage through their clothes, do you? If you went to a professional he'd tell you the same thing. Let me know when you're ready." I went upstairs. At no time did it occur to me that I wouldn't have any clothes on, but in retrospect it only makes sense. Neither did it occur to me that my young son would be touching my almost naked body. I changed and tried not to think about it. Then I laid on my stomach and called to David. A few moments later he came in. 

"I downloaded some New Age music, the sound of waves on the beach, the rain forest, whales, some soft classical music. Which one do you want." I always loved the beach, so I told him to put that on. 

"Take a few deep breaths and clear your mind. If your mind is tense, your body will always be tense no matter what I do." I forgot about my boss, my coworkers, my ex, everything, and tried to imagine I was lying on the sand at the shore. David, meanwhile, bent my lower leg back and started to massage one of my feet. The warmth from the oil on his hands penetrated deeply and the result was incredible. What walking, running and tight, uncomfortable shoes had done to my feet in the past thirty seven years was now disappearing within seconds. 

After an all to brief amount of time spent on one foot, David began to massage the other. Then he went after my calf muscles and thigh muscles, one by one, kneading the baby oil into my flesh and working each portion of my legs until they achieved a state of relaxation I'd never experienced before. 

"Alright so far?" he asked. 

"Perfect," was the most accurate word to describe my current condition, but it was still an understatement. The warmth of the oil penetrated my back as my son's hands glided up my spine then down my sides. Or maybe it wasn't the oil. Maybe it was the heat generated by my own body as I became flushed from the physical pleasure I was receiving. All my ex ever focused on was my mouth, tits and pussy, but in the past few minutes I'd experienced more bodily gratification than any sexual encounter I'd ever had in my entire life. David's hands eased up to my shoulders and neck and I was intrigued as to how someone as strong as my son could impart such a gentle and tender caress. I decided then not to ruin the moment by overanalyzing it. I simply let myself enjoy what was happening. 

"Let me get another towel," he said. He came back and placed it on the bed next to me. "Lie on your back and use that to cover up your...top." He turned around and I was more than half tempted to just throw the other towel away. I was even tempted to get rid of the one I was using to conceal my pussy. I'd never felt so in tune with my body before. I was no longer a drone for big business or a vote for some self-serving politician or a mortgage holder with debt and obligations. I felt like a free and carefree human being again and I didn't want to submit to the requisite covering on my body that society dictates. I wanted to feel free and natural. 

But I covered my tits with the towel anyway. Civilization was still wielding its control over me. 

"O.K." I said. David placed one of my hands on his shoulder and began to rub my arm up and down. I looked at him and cursed the fact that he was my son. If he was anybody else I would have pulled him down, shoved my tongue into his mouth, ripped the towel off and put his hands on my tits. He was a phenomenal masseur. He had removed virtually all the of tension that was created by stress. Unfortunately, he was replacing it all with sexual tension.

After he attended to my other arm and hand, he went to work on my throat. I always loved the feel of a man's hand on my throat. The idea of a man having the power of life and death over me. Or maybe my own sense of helplessness and being at the mercy of someone else...the whole rape fantasy thing. But even better was when my son began caressing my chest. He never went lower than the top of my tits, but I was still getting so aroused that I could feel some juice trickling out of my tingling pussy and slowly rolling down my thighs. 

The attention he gave to my tummy and legs only increased the flow of liquid streaming down my thighs and onto the towel. If David smelled my horniness he never let on, which was unfortunate. If he had known that I was primed and more than ready to get laid, he might have been willing to fuck me silly. Teenaged boys can be very accommodating that way. Almost as bad as not feeling his dick inside me was the fact that I was so caught up in my sexual awakening, I didn't even realize that the massage was over. 

"Well, how did it feel?" he asked. 

I wished I could tell him that it made me feel like throwing off these cumbersome rags and demanding that he shove his big, fat cock into my pussy and fuck me until a gallon of cum came bursting out of my cunt. But "Very good," was my only reply. 

"Do you think I could make any money from it?" 

"I'm sure a lot of women would happily pay to feel the way I do right now," I said, "provided you were willing to consummate the deal," I thought to myself. 

I was more than delighted when the following night he asked "Should I heat up the baby oil for your massage now or do you want to wait until later?" as if it was automatically understood that we would be doing it again. 

"Let's wait 'til later," I said. This time I wanted him to pleasure my body just before I went to sleep. Unlike last night, I would be ready for bed as soon as he finished. I wouldn't have to get up to pee and ruin the renewing touch David would impart to my feet. And since I would have the towel around my waist, I could just masturbate after David leaves. In fact, I was already getting wet thinking about lying in the goo that would result, in large part, because of my son's magnificently talented hands. 

The second and third night went very much as the first. By the fourth night I was automatically relaxed knowing what was about to come. I wasn't sure if I was Pavlov's dog or just a bitch in heat. But that fourth night something else happened. Instead of my son's palms gliding up my spine and down my sides, he went up my sides, all the way up until his fingers were clearly touching the sides of my tits. Then he went down my spine and back up my sides to my tits. I said nothing, of course, and I couldn't be sure if my son did it on purpose or accidentally. I was hoping that it was on purpose but I couldn't be sure. Either way, it got my pussy flowing to the point where there was a small but noticeable wet spot on the towel when I turned over. I assumed he didn't see it, but the following night I used a thicker towel. 

Then on the sixth day David said "Don't wrap a towel around your waist tonight. Some women might want other parts of their bodies massaged too, you know, like their butt or their breasts, so I'll practice on those places tonight." 

My heart jumped into my throat, but I instinctively said "I don't know about that." I immediately wanted to bite my tongue off for what I just said. 

"Well then we can forget about the massage altogether because I pretty much know what I'm doing with the rest of the body. I don't need to practice any more on those areas." I breathed a mental sigh of relief as he gave me an excuse. 

"Alright, you can work on my butt and my boobs, too, if you think they're that important." 

"Fine. The oil should be warm by now so go upstairs, take your clothes off and get into bed." The sound of those words made me giddy with excitement and I bounded up the stairs.

All the time I was stripping down I couldn't help but think that I hadn't much time left. If all I really was to him was a practice dummy, then in a few more days it could be all over. The magic that his fingers performed on my flesh was the kind of foreplay that I'd never once received in over nineteen years of marriage and now that I was finally getting some I was on the verge of losing it. 

Maybe I should just stop fucking around and I should start the fucking around. If he won't make the first move, then I should. I mean here's this nice, relatively young piece of pussy that's totally available to him. The only effort he has to put into getting it is a twenty minute massage. In fact, for just one massage a day I'd let him screw me anytime he's horny, day or night, for years to come. And if the day ever comes when he wants to break it off...fine. I'm no longer the naive, pregnant fifteen-year-old who got married thinking it would last for all eternity. I'm mature enough to know that nothing lasts forever and I should grab whatever opportunities life is kind enough to throw my way. And tonight, it's my son's cock I'll be grabbing. 

David appeared in the doorway as the last of my clothes fell to the floor. His eyes moved up and down my body with the same elegance as his hands. Then his shorts tightened as his dick swelled. This was the first time I'd seen him with a hard on, and I'd definitely been looking for one for the past few days. 

"Just let me pick these things up," I said. I stepped between him and my clothes, turned around with my legs spread apart and bent over, giving David a clear, long view of my ass and pussy lips. I placed the towel flat on the bed and laid down on it. Soon I felt my son's hands on my feet. Then on my legs. Then he must have put too much baby oil on his palms because as he started to massage my ass cheeks, I felt the oil seeping into my butt crack. As he worked one cheek with both hands, sometimes his pinky would slip down low into my anal crevice, and rather than lift his hand higher, he kept it there, slowly sliding it up from my crotch to just below my waist then back down. He may have even made contact with my sphincter, or perhaps it was just the baby oil pooling into my puckered shithole. Either way my heart was racing, my flesh was overheating and my cunt was aching for something deep and wide. And judging from the size of the bulge my son had in his shorts, I was going to get it. 

After spending a satisfyingly inordinate amount of time on my ass, David did my back, shoulders and neck. Then I turned over and gave him another look at the hot, dripping cunt that he was going to be fucking tonight. He started on my legs this time and worked his way up. As I expected, he saved my tits for last. 

It felt the same on my tits as it did for the rest of my body...firm but gentle. Yet this time it wasn't so much a massage as it was just a man playing with my tits. But that was fine with me. That was what I wanted at this point. My son had put a lot of time and effort into stimulating my flesh and turning me into a horny piece of ass who needed to be fucked badly. He was holding one of my big oily tits with one hand as best he could and stroking my areola with the fingertips of his other hand. Round and round his fingers circumnavigated the dark patch atop my fleshy mound. And harder and harder my nipple got. By the time my son had finished with my other tit, my nipples were so big and hard, they looked like two giant pencil erasers sticking up out of my body. 

I stared at my son's concealed erection and started to masturbate. I spread my legs apart and furiously rubbed my clit. My breath started coming in quick pants, hoping that my cunt would follow suit and come quickly too. David looked at my pussy and said matter-of-factly "Would you like me to massage your pussy?" I was ready to strangle him. 

"I want you to fuck me you stupid bastard! I want your cock pounding my cunt until I die from an orgasm overdose! I wanna cum so much I can swim in a pool filled with my sex juices! Take my pussy and fuck me silly!" 

"All you had to do was ask." He held my swollen clit firmly between his thumb and index finger and rubbed it fast and hard with his free hand. I came within seconds. He didn't slow down and a minute later, I came again. My baby stood up, took off his clothes and revealed his thick, pulsating prick. His magnificent member gently bobbed up as his heartbeat forced even more blood into his overstuffed cock and then it bobbed down, a little, as his heartbeat rested. His shaft was so engorged that except for the veins snaking their way around his meat, there was not the tiniest wrinkle to be seen. His dick skin was stretched so tight, it was near the breaking point. I was impressed with how he was able to put up such a good front, but thank God that he really wanted to get laid as much as I did. 

He climbed on top of me and my baby entered my body. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist in the vain hope that I could keep him inside me forever. He took my hands and interlocked our fingers. It made me feel safe and secure as he held my hands, knowing that my strong son was there to protect me. At the same time I felt like he was in control total, unconditionally dominating me, and that was such a huge turn on. His overheated nuts slapped against my oily, cum soaked ass cheeks as his tongue invaded my mouth and we exchanged saliva. Within seconds his overstressed cock discovered relief and was pumping its hot cum into my love canal. With every spasm of his heavenly prick, my baby's thick, white cream burst out of his balls and fed my hungry snatch. David must have had scrotal muscles like an elephant because every convulsion sent his goo flying with such force, I could feel each shot of cum as it jettisoned against the back wall of my pussy. 

After he unloaded his seed into my eager but spent cunt, he continued to french me, much to my satisfaction. Sometimes he removed his tongue in order to shove it into my ears or kiss and suck my neck. His lip service wasn't as hard and furious as when he was drilling my hole. Instead it was as slow and soft and tender as I've come to expect from my baby with the skilled hands of a virtuoso. Minutes passed, I don't know how many, and my son pulled his shaft out of my hole. But my disappointment was quickly assuaged when he shoved his meat back into me. He was ready for a second helping and, as a good mother, I was going to make sure my baby got his fill. 

His second fuck was slow and steady, like a marathon runner pacing himself to go the distance. But even at his age, it would still be a while before David's nut sac was replenished with sperm. However, that just meant my cunt would be getting the long, slow humping it so richly deserved and enjoyed. His kissing and tonguing never stopped all the time we were slow humping until he broke for a moment and said "I love you, mommy." He hadn't called me 'mommy' since he was about eight, but just like everything else David had done to me, hearing that word again started my pussy flowing. 

"I love you too, baby," I replied. My mind and body felt like they were floating inside a cloud of romance and passion. I almost ruined the feeling by cursing how long it took me to find the love of my life. Instead, I felt grateful and lucky that, unlike a lot of women I know, single and married, I actually did find the love of my life. My pussy began to throb even more as I came again. But this time I didn't come because of physical lust. This time I came because my entire mind was consumed with love for the young man inside of me. Literally for several minutes my pussy twitched and spasmed with an orgasm here and an orgasm there as my baby's thick cock slid in and out of me. They were unlike any orgasm I'd ever had before, each one sending a rush of warmth through my body and soul. It was almost like a religious experience. "How about that?" I happily thought to myself. "My first emotional orgasm."

Later I found out that on the other days, he had masturbated before massaging me so his erection wouldn't interfere with the business at hand. And he didn't 'let me find' the massage book on his desk until he knew exactly what to do to my body. 

"So you had no interest in doing this professionally. You just wanted to screw your mama, you little bastard," I said as I smiled at him.

"I think calling me 'motherfucker' would be more apropos than 'bastard'." I laughed a little and agreed with him.

Since then I bought David a massage table and told some of the women I know or work with about my son wanting to be a professional masseur, even though that wasn't his original intent, and if they would be so kind as to let him practice on them. Most of them are now his clients and they even get a discount if they give him a blowjob when he's finished working his hand magic on their pussies. In the beginning I had conflicting thoughts about pimping my son out to other women, but I eventually came to terms with it. First, it's just part of male evolution to plant your seed in as many fields as possible, so I didn't want my son resenting me because he couldn't fuck other women or feeling guilty for cheating on me if he did. Second, we agreed that other women would only suck his dick. The pussy or ass he needs would come from me. Third, as long as he gets some from other women, he'll have no reason to 'break up' with me in order to find someone else. Fourth, I'm actually proud that my baby is so popular and in such demand with the ladies. Fifth, I'm always guaranteed to get my three or four massages each week. Sixth, he's actually able to afford his own tuition now, and then some. And perhaps most importantly, my son is my soul mate. So when we're both dead and buried and our bodies are dust, our souls can be one forever. 



How to Seduce Mother Version 02



My son, David, was at his Saturday classes while I was finishing up the laundry. After putting his clothes away, I noticed his journal on the desk. I didn't even know he kept one. Should I give in to my curiosity and read it? No, that would be invading his privacy. But (I tried to think up a good rationalization) what if he was doing drugs? His health, even his very life, is more important than his privacy. Yes. Not only can I read his journal, I must, for his own sake. My conscious eased, I opened his diary. Some dates were blank. Some entries were about college. Some entries were about his girlfriend, Alicia. (I always liked her. She looks a lot like me when I was her age) One entry was about me. 

April 15th - Mom wore that white dress to Easter mass today. The one that really shows off her firm, tight ass cheeks. Also, she had on those shoes with just the white straps above her toes and around her ankles. Her red toenails were a hot contrast to all the white she was wearing. She looked sort of virginal with just a hint of slutiness. That's the way I want her. Pure and proper for the rest of the world but behind closed doors, I want her to be a whore in heat who craves my cock.

I was stunned. How could he say those things? I mean who writes about their own mother like that? I had to know more so I started at the beginning.

January 1st - Last night was perfect. I swear to God, in the dark, fucking Alicia is almost like I'm fucking mom. And now that she's O.K. with the 'you call me daddy and I'll call you mommy' thing, I can really pretend that it's mom's cunt that I'm drilling. I'm sure she just thinks the name calling is a kinky thing on my part. I don't think she really believes I'm fantasizing about mom when I'm fucking her and calling her 'mommy.'

My own son fantasizes about making love to me? I couldn't believe it. I never had the slightest inkling that he felt that way. There were no signs or signals whatsoever. I could understand an occasional thought every now and then, but he talks about me like I was Angelina Jolie. I turned the pages and read on.

January 18th - Had an excellent dream about mom last night. I was lying in her bed, naked and waiting for her, when she came and stood in the doorway. Her hands were above her head, resting on either side of the doorframe. One of her legs was bent forward so she was standing on the toes of that leg. The silhouette of her magnificent nude form was an image worthy of an art museum. Dainty toes and feet. Shapely legs. Curvy hips and slender waist. Ample breasts that, despite cleaving together over a wide area at the center of her body, were still so large that a third of them protruded out past either side of her upper body. Graceful arms. Delicate fingers. Elegant neck. And beauty that makes her a rival to Venus herself. After drinking in the splendor of the earthbound goddess before me, she moved closer. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, mom gently caressed my raging hard on with her delicate fingers. There was almost a childlike wonder and innocence to the way she moved over my erection. Tilting her head as if in curiosity, she traced along the rim of my cockhead. Then she slowly explored every inch of my manhood. Every vein. The bulging underside. My balls. God my balls. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, her fingers circled around each of my overheated nuts. The cum inside my ball sac was boiling. If I didn't get relief soon I felt certain that my nuts would explode. Precum juice was flowing out of my dick constantly, unendingly, like a ceaseless flow of lava rolling down out of a volcano. I looked at mom and she returned my gaze. A smile formed on her lips. It was a wicked, sinful smile. The innocent countenance she had only a second ago was replaced by an immoral lustfulness. A fire lit in mom's eyes as she looked back at my prick. It was like watching the devil taking possession of a soul. Her mouth opened and some saliva spilled out onto my waiting cock as her cool, wet tongue slithered over her hot, crimson lips. Bending over, she used the tip of her tongue to momentarily stop my flow of dick juice as she gently probed my piss hole. Mom then began to coil her tongue around my shaft like a snake, lapping up the precum that coated my entire prick. My cock belonged to her now, along with the rest of my body and my soul. 

She momentarily lifted her head up off my dick, looked me straight in the eye and smiled. She knew she owned me and her smile told me so. Mom lowered her mouth onto my throbbing cock and swallowed it whole. I had seven very thick inches but every single inch slid quickly down her elegant throat with ease. Then up. And down. And up. And down. It seemed like forever that I was on the verge of cumming. And her mouth was tight around my shaft. Tighter than any cunt or ass I had ever fucked. But still I didn't cum. She stopped frenching my dick and lifted up her head. Her overactive salivary glands sent my precum and her drool flowing out of her mouth and onto my body. She lapped up and swallowed what she could. Then staring at me she said "You won't cum unless I cum with you." She dove back down, taking everything I had in her mouth, when her tongue slowly emerged and began licking my nuts. "Mmmmmmmmm" was all she managed to articulate, but she didn't do that just to let me know she was enjoying my balls. As she hummed, her vocals cords vibrated around my engorged prick. A million little tingles stimulated every single nerve ending on my cock skin. A million tiny jolts of electrified pleasure buzzed throughout my entire meatstick. Then she straddled my body and slid my pulsating member into her bald, wet pussy. I placed my hands on her legs and began caressing her flesh. Up her fine legs to her tight ass, her flat tummy and her glorious tits. Then back down again while she bounced up and down on my cock.

"Oooooooooo, you feel so wonderful inside me. You're so hot for your mommy, aren't you?" 

"Yes!" I screamed as I grabbed and squeezed her big, bouncing tits. 

"You're a horny mother fucker, aren't you?" 

"Yes!" Suddenly I had the strangest sensation. It felt as if my dick was growing. I looked down and, perhaps it was the light playing tricks, perhaps I was delirious from the incredible fucking I was receiving, but my dick did in fact look like it was swelling in size. Wider and wider it got. Two inches wide. Three. Four inches wide! It was stretching my mother's cunt seemingly beyond it's limits. It was also getting thicker. Thickening until I could swear that I saw the contour of my cock pushing her belly from the inside out. And longer and longer it grew until the head bumped up against her ribcage. Then she grabbed the hair on my chest. Her delicate fingers dug deeply into my flesh causing her hands to become soaked with my blood. The pain was unbearably exquisite. 

"Give me your lust!" she demanded. "Let me feel what you feel when you fuck a woman so we can be one!" Mom fell onto my body and kissed me. Her tongue penetrated farther down into my mouth and throat than what I would have thought was humanly possible. My blood smeared all over her magnificent tits as she interlocked our fingers and held me tight. Then she began to drain all my lust like a sexual vampire. That's the only way to describe it. She began to know the pure animal lust and sexual pleasure, completely devoid of any emotion, that a man can feel. But I received something in return. The understanding of why a woman has such a deep seated need for emotional fulfillment during sex. It was a religious experience. Our souls were merging into one. She momentarily pulled back and looked at me. 

"You understand, don't you?" I did understand. Everything. 

"Yes. I do now." Mom kissed me again with an intensity that fused our souls together in a deluge of love and our bodies together in a torrent of lust. We both came at the exact same time. My cock unloaded a gusher of cum into her cunt, mixing with all of her pussy juices into a cocktail of passion. The heady concoction from our forbidden love flooded out of her pussy and all over the bed. She kissed me softly, tenderly, as I lay there totally spent due to her sexual prowess. We were completely united, body and spirit. I was actual able to experience her bodily pleasures and emotional feelings while simultaneously experiencing my own. It was sort of like hearing and understanding two separate pieces of music at the exact same time. Just after this realization, I awoke from my dream. My shorts were soaked with my precum juice but fortunately I hadn't cum yet. I quickly jerked myself off to one of the best orgasms I'd ever had, cleaned myself up and wrote down the entire dream. I think I managed to record every single detail. Now when I jerk off I can relive this incredible dream over and over again.

I put David's journal back and somberly walked to my own bedroom. I needed to sort out what was happening. My son fantasizes about making love to me. Alright. During my marriage I used to fantasize about having sex with other people sometimes. No biggey. I never fantasized about doing my own son, although he is very cute and sexy. But from what I just read, he seems to have it really bad for me. That description of me while I was standing in the doorway. Although I'm over forty, I do keep myself in shape, but practically no woman is that perfect. Then again, he may be seeing me through a lover's eyes.

Did that thought really just enter my mind? Did I really refer to my son as my lover? How long has he felt this way? The diary is only for one year. He may have felt this way ever since he began noticing girls. That's quite sad actually. To have an unrequited romantic love that might have been going on for years. Especially when the person you love is right in your own home. Someone that you see and talk to every, single day. God how that must tear my baby up inside.

Later on, when David came home, I didn't know what to do. I tried to act normally, but I couldn't even call him 'honey' like I always do. I was afraid he might take it the wrong way, although how could he? I've called him 'honey' ever since he was a little boy. Why should he interpret it differently now just because I read his diary? I was the one who was interpreting it differently. I needed an answer to my predicament. I had to get inside his head a little more, so when he went out Tuesday night with Alicia, I went back to his diary and read some more.

February 3rd - Saw Baywatch on t.v. and it reminded me of last summer when mom wore that sexy little black bikini and laid in the backyard getting a suntan. Thinking back, I know exactly what I should have done. After she changed, got the suntan oil and that thick beach towel to lie on, I should have asked her, quite innocently, "Do you want me to rub the suntan oil on your back?" 

"O.K." she would have said. She spread the towel out on the grass and laid down. Then I untied her bikini top in the back. 

"You don't want tan lines, right?" I asked.

"No." I gave her a good massage as I rubbed the oil in. I spent an inordinate amount of time rubbing the sides of her big tits that were bulging out from underneath her. She said nothing. I started to untie her bikini bottom. 

"What are you doing?!"

"You said you didn't want tan lines." 

"I know, but I meant…." 

"I know exactly what you meant. But you have an incredibly sexy ass, mom. You shouldn't be afraid to let people see it. In fact, you should be very proud to show it off." I pulled the bikini back to expose her delicious peaches and I started to run my hands over her cheeks. "Your ass is soooo beautiful. Did you like it when dad used to kiss and lick your ass?" 

"What? He never…." 

"Oh, that's a crime. This is an ass that deserves to be kissed." That's exactly what I did and she gasped. "And licked." I pulled her cheeks apart and shoved my tongue deep into her bunghole. 

"David! What are do…oooo…ooooooooo that feels so gooood." I penetrated her darkest nether region as far as my tongue would go. I wanted mom to know to the fullest extent what kind of pleasure she'd be receiving from me. "Oh God. God, please don't stop," she begged, not knowing that I had no intention of stopping. I snaked my way into her asshole, twisting and wriggling my tongue while she twisted and wriggled her pelvis in satisfaction. I felt her fingers brush past my chin as they searched out her cunt. I was tempted to go down on her pussy, but there would be plenty of time later on to satisfy her snatch. Right now, it was her ass that got my full attention. 

I pulled out of her hole and said "Get on your knees." Mom did as I ordered but she also straightened her body. "No, no. Bend over." She obeyed and with her beautiful ass sticking up in the air, desperately in need of another oral fix, I needled my tongue back into her. I wiggled around inside her poop chute then pulled out. In, around and out. In, around and out. For several minutes I teased mom's asshole in this fashion, all the time listening to the wonderful music of her moaning and groaning from the anal delight she was receiving. Intermittently there was a change up as I licked and swabbed her crack, bathing it with my saliva. The cool liquid must have provided a stimulating contrast on her hot flesh. Plus I hadn't shaved in a couple of days. The sensation of my rough stubble scratching her delicate butt cheeks could only have added another dimension of sensual bliss. Her poor, overworked little ass must have been approaching stimulation overload. I even took a few soft bites out of her perfect pair of peaches but never took my eyes off the prize - mom's wrinkled little pucker of skin that was now the most erotic and exciting part of her body. I could feel her hand moving on her cunt faster and faster, occasionally bumping against my face. 

"I'm gonna cum!" she screamed. I quickly plunged back into her hole as deep as I could and gave it my all. Mom let out a piercing squeal of ecstasy that had my ears ringing for hours. Her body bucked and convulsed, knocking me backwards onto my own ass. I sat there and enjoyed the spectacle of my mother shaking, trembling, quivering from the orgasm that sent her body reeling out of control. To the untrained eye, one might have assumed she was having an epileptic seizure. Of course, that would also be assuming she wasn't naked with her hand shoved up her cunt, cum gushing out of her snatch and rolling down her lovely thighs and her ear-shattering shrieks of "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" She collapsed onto the towel but managed to roll over. Her big, luscious tits rose and fell with her deep and heavy breathing. Her eyes met mine, and that was all I needed to know that her body now belonged to me to use and play with as I see fit. As she regained her breath, I removed my clothes. I looked at my throbbing hard-on then looked at mom. Her gaze was transfixed on my cock. Eventually she looked up at me and smiled. She lifted one hand and clawed at the air as if desperately trying to grasp my dick. I knelt down next to her. Mom quickly clutched my cock while I gently rubbed the smooth, hairless skin of her pussy. 

"There's nothing sexier than a bare pussy," I said. "It looks so inviting. I guess you're inviting me to fuck your cunt then." 

"My pussy's a little too spent after that workout." She grabbed her oversized jugs and shook them a bit. "Do you like my tits, honey?" she asked. Duh.

"I love your tits." Without another word I mounted her and forced my cock between those two incredible mounds of flesh. I'm not much of a tea drinker but I can never get enough t-bags. At the level of horniness my cock and balls were already in, it didn't take long for me to unload all those little baby makers that were aching to get out. I fucked those wonderful tits harder and faster until my scrotal muscles contracted in a spasm so intense, it shot my cum over a yard past mom's head. Again and again my cream came bursting out, missing her completely. Only the last few drops made it onto her face. Mom's slender, little fingers sought out my seed and transferred all they could find to her mouth. 

"Absolutely delicious," she said before she swallowed. 

"Give me twenty minutes to rest and you can get the next batch directly from the source." 

"There's nothing I'd love more than having my baby's cock in my mouth. Well…except, of course, having my baby tongue fuck his mommy's asshole. But what are we gonna do for the next twenty minutes?" My dick hadn't gone fully soft yet, so I slid it into mom's wet pussy, laid down on top of her big, soft tits and invaded her mouth with my tongue.

By now I didn't know what to think. I knew that no man I'd ever known ever had such an intense desire for me. Certainly not my gay ex-husband nor even any of the men I dated after my divorce and two boob jobs, which I now suspect were a knee-jerk reaction to my husband dumping me for a guy. There were a few things I did know. My heart was beating much faster than normal. My pussy was unusually wet. And I was trying to remember how David looked in his bathing suit at the beach last summer and wondered hard about what he would look like in his birthday suit today.

I was reading a romance novel before going to sleep at night, but it wasn't nearly as erotic as some of the stuff my son was writing. Perhaps it was because I was the one starring in his dreams. As I changed my panties, I thought about the thick patch of hair between my legs. When David wrote about me, he mentioned a few times that my pussy was bald and I wondered about that. Picking up some hair remover the next time I went shopping, I decided to experiment. Just before I showered, I cut off most of my seaweed, that's what some of the guys in high school used to call it, and used the remover on the rest. While I was waiting for the stuff to work, I wondered what it would be like if David and I…you know. If it was anything like his writings, the sex would certainly be great. But emotionally? I don't think I could ever love any man more than my son, but that's a maternal love. A romantic love would be very different, although the maternal aspect could add more flavor to a romantic relationship. I recalled reading somewhere that incest between consenting adults is legal in France. That's one plus for the French.

I wiped the cream and stubble off my pussy then rinsed myself off. The full-length mirror in my bathroom showed me why my son was so into it. What used to be a thick, bushy mess only a few moments ago was now soft, smooth and pristine. It no longer looked as if there was a barrier to my womanhood. Just the opposite. My pussy looked available, alluring, even vulnerable and helpless. Most men love a woman's body to be soft and smooth and since this is the part of a woman's body they love the most, shouldn't it be soft and smooth, too? If women will remove the hair from their legs and armpits because it's sexier, why not the pussy? My only conclusion was because of the way women dress. The arms and legs are usually open to public viewing whereas the cunt has a very limited audience, for most women anyway. Perhaps we want to look as sexy as possible for friends, coworkers and strangers on the street but not for the men in our lives. I was shocked out of my revelry by the sight of my son standing in the open doorway.

"What are you doing here?! Why aren't you in class?!"




How to Seduce Mother Version 02



"My teacher cancelled, so I got lucky." He eyed my naked body like a pit bull eyeing a T-bone. "From what I can see, I'm gonna get lucky twice today." He moved closer and stood directly in front of me. Not for a moment did his eyes leave my body. It was as if he was afraid that I would disappear if he looked away, or maybe he felt like he was keeping me immobilized with his penetrating gaze. I certainly felt unable to move or talk but that was probably because of the tremendous conflict within me. The conflict between the dictates of a repressed society and my desire to be taken by my son.

He raised his hands and put his palms close to my tits but didn't touch them. Keeping his hands only millimeters away from my flesh, he moved his hands all over my body. The small breeze created by his passing hands touched and tantalized my skin, although he never touched me. The anticipation of what was soon to transpire between the two of us sent my mind and heart racing. It normally would have taken other men a good, solid ten minutes of physical stimulation to get me as excited as my son's few seconds of nontouching made me feel. Knowing full well all the things he'd like to do to me, my mind starting swimming with wonder. My ass? My cunt? My mouth? My tits? Which was at the top of his list and which would I enjoy the most? Whatever happened, I knew I would receive pleasure from everything that he was going to do to my body. Despite my big, available tits being only inches away, David was fixated on my cunt.

"I really love a hairless pussy," he said.

"I know." He looked lost in thought for a moment then looked up at me.

"How could you possibly know that?" I was caught. My mind being overwhelmed with sexual fever, I wasn't able to think up a good lie, or any lie. I lowered my head in shame and told him the truth.

"I read your diary." I continued to look down, waiting for him to say something, but I got nothing. No anger or complaints about an invasion of his privacy. After a few embarrassing moments, I looked up at him. He was smiling at me. It was a wicked, sinful smile. Then he looked down at my cunt.

"So you did this for me?" He gently placed the palm of his hand on my pussy causing my entire body to tremble. Turning on the faucet, he took some warm water in his cupped hand and rinsed my pussy a few times. The water ran down my legs making me feel a little messy…and dirty…and I loved it. I wanted to be dirty. I wanted to be my son's dirty, little slut.

He knelt down and shoved his tongue inside me. He circled around and around the inner walls of my vagina. It reminded me of when he was a little boy licking the mixing bowl when I baked a cake. His strong hands were firmly, but gently, grasping my ass cheeks. I responded by firmly, but gently, grasping his head and making sure his face stayed on my cunt. This was the first time ever that a man performed oral sex on me and I wanted to make it last as long as possible. After painting the insides of my pussy with his saliva, he went to work on my clit. Slowly he licked his way up to my little nub, slowly, oh so slowly, then, with the underside of his tongue, slowly he went back down, slowly…slowly. This seemed to be my son's modus operandi. By this time, even my gay ex-husband would have cum inside me and rolled over, but my son was just getting started.

He began to shower my inner thighs with kisses. I spread my knees and squatted a little to give him greater access to the insides of my legs. I was amazed at how someone as masculine as my David could have such soft, charitable lips. Sometimes his tongue got to stroke my thighs, sometimes he sucked on them as if he was trying to give me a hickey down there. His hands started to glide down the backs of my legs to my ankles. Between his hands, lips, tongue and even teeth, every part of my lower body was being attended to by my son. It seemed to take him forever to reach his final destination, but I was definitely enjoying the ride and I know David was going to enjoy riding me.

With my entire lower half stimulated beyond any level of ecstacy I'd ever experienced before, my son stood up and removed his clothes. He took his sweet time doing even that. I was getting flustered and annoyed with anticipation, like a little girl who had to wait for all her relatives to arrive before she could open up her Christmas presents. Finally the package was unwrapped. I stared down at my new toy which was staring straight up at me. I was so lucky. I had gotten the biggest present of all.

His clothes tossed aside, my naked son brought his magnificent body next to mine. His wonderfully thick cock was sandwiched between our bellies as he held me tight and placed his soft, giving lips on mine. Not being able to take things as slowly as he could, I was the one who did the invading this time. I forced my tongue past his lips and into his mouth. I held his head with both hands, refusing to let him go, and frenched him like a Parisian whore. My passion and lust were so intense, something very important almost escaped me: the way my son gently and tenderly caressed my back. Every part of my body, in fact, was treated to a kindness I'd never known before. While the animal lust and passion would have been more than enough to keep me happy for the rest of my life, David wasn't just interested in me as a nice piece of ass. His thoughtfulness and consideration for my needs and my feelings proved that he was actually deeply in love with me. The fire that was in my body immediately engulfed my soul, too. I felt an overpowering need to become one with my son. I pulled away from him in order to make my demand.

"Fuck me," I told him. "I need you to fuck me now." He lifted my ass up onto the sink cabinet and brushed his cock head against my clit. But I had no time for teasing. I needed to cum now!

"Fuck me!" I yelled, grabbing his dick and stuffing it inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me as far as he would go. Then, grabbing his chest hair, I repeated my demands. "Fuck me hard and fast, like an animal. I need to cum now!" My wonderful baby boy, eager to make his mommy happy, held my waist firmly and started pumping his fat cock in and out of my dripping pussy like an atomic powered piston. His pelvis slammed violently against mine. Pulling him closer, I stuck my tongue back into his mouth, released his chest hair from my grip, and went after my clit. Just a little hard rubbing and squeezing between my fingers was all I needed to send my pussy to heaven. My moans of satisfaction traveled down my son's throat and vibrated throughout his body. After my cunt stopped convulsing, I released David's mouth and hugged him. Realizing that I had cum, he stopped fucking me even though he was still in need.

"Had enough?" he asked.

Although I needed to catch my breath, I managed to stop my deep, heavy breathing long enough to say "Yes, baby. For now."

"Well you rest up for a few minutes and then I'll mete out your punishment for reading my journal."

"Punishment?"

"Of course. You didn't think you could invade someone's privacy like that without having to suffer the penalty. So I think the proper sentence for invading someone's privacy is…the invasion of her asshole."

"You mean…."

"I'm gonna fuck you up the ass." I was a little concerned. 

"I never had it up my ass before. Isn't it gonna hurt?"

"In the beginning. A little. But once I'm inside you'll get used to it soon enough." I must have still looked a bit concerned but David tenderly caressed my face. "Don't worry. I would never do anything to hurt my mommy." We both smiled. "Face the towel rack," he instructed, "bend over and grab onto it." I obeyed and saw him kneel down out of the corner of my eye. I knew what he was about to do and my blood pressure must have gone through the roof. He spread my cheeks apart and stuck his tongue into my wrinkled hole. That's when I almost jumped through the roof but fortunately I had a firm grip on the towel rack. My son frenched my shithole with more passion than when he frenched my mouth. I didn't know why he was so anal but at this point I didn't really care.

Can the sensual sensations of having your anus licked be described with any accuracy? I don't know, but I'll try. First of all, what can be of greater intimacy than your own son's tongue digging its way into your sphincter? My own flesh and blood pushing his face into perhaps the most sexually prohibited part of my body? Using his tongue like it was some sort of oral penis slowly penetrating into my forbidden zone? But forbidden no more. Quite the contrary. And the exquisite pleasure of an anal tongue fuck couldn't help me but think that God is either incredibly cruel or a cunning prankster. Why else would He have put a million nerve endings designed for physical stimulation in the most disgusting part of the human body? But that didn't deter my son from making his mommy hotter and hornier and happier than I've ever been in my life.

After several glorious minutes of having my ass washed by his tongue, David got up, took my baby oil and squirted some on his dick. I once asked my mother why her skin was so soft and smooth with nary a wrinkle. (Yes, I actually used the word 'nary') "Take a hot shower every night," she told me, "and while you're still wet and your pores are all open, rub baby oil all over your body. It keeps your skin nice and supple. But you have to shower at night when you don't have any make-up on. Your face and neck are the most important parts, and you can't put make-up on your face when it's all oily." So I started that regimen as a teenager and even though I'm over forty, people are still amazed when I tell them that David is my son. "God, you must have had him when you were ten!" or something similar is what they'll usually say.

After a nice, shiny glaze of oil was covering his cock, he said "Pull your cheeks apart." I obeyed my son and soon felt a cool stream of oil hitting the small of my back. It rolled down my butt crack onto my sphincter where I soon felt the head of my son's cock moving around, rubbing and coating my ass cheeks with the lubricant.

"Try to relax your ass muscles, as if you were taking a shit." I did make an effort to do as he said but the moment his bulbous head penetrated my hole, it seized up like a clam. I grabbed hold of the towel rack. "Try to relax again." It took me more than a few seconds but I did manage to relax. He inched his prick into my bunghole a little farther, slowly and easily. I would tighten up and he'd stop, but a few seconds later we'd both be ready for him to go deeper. I was so lucky that my baby was so kind and understanding. Anybody else might have just quickly rammed it in to the hilt, given me a minute or two to recover from the anal assault, maybe, then start pumping away. But his leisurely approach not only minimized any pain to the point where it was actually enjoyable, but this was the second most erotic pleasure I'd ever experienced. (His tongue in my ass, of course, was the first) I was getting stuffed full of cock and forbidden fruits. Incest. Older woman, younger man. Anilingus and now anal fucking. Throw in a midget and a goat and we might have been sent away for life.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm better than alright. Although my ass muscles are still putting up some resistance." I think David was speaking directly to my ass when he gave one of my cheeks a solid slap and said "Resistance is useless!"

When his balls were finally touching my pussy, he pulled my hair to one side and began tonguing my ear while massaging my big, hanging breasts. As his hands explored my massive mammaries, his tongue and lips were working their erotic magic on my ear. I think I came to the conclusion that David wasn't so much into anilingus, he was just very orally fixated. Lapping, licking, tasting. Especially on the most sexually enticing parts of the body. And when I considered this copious display of corporeal decadence comes from the man I love more than anyone else in the universe, who, in return, obviously has an unlimited love for me, I immediately got religion because only God could have created a situation so perfect.

My baby stood up and took a firm hold of my waist. After a few minutes of slowly pumping his dick in and out of my ass, I was now happily accustomed to my son's thick shaft inside my shitter. He knew I was ready, so I held tightly onto the towel rack, he held tightly onto my waist and I said "Fuck me! Fuck my ass hard! I want my baby to cum inside his mommy! I want you to become the lust driven sexual animal that you've turned me into. Fuck me harder!" Always the obedient son, he pummeled my asshole relentlessly. His big, swinging balls kissed my pussy lips with every insertion. With every plunge, his pelvis brutally collided against my delicate ass. The sound of our flesh crashing together resonated against the bathroom tile. His body was tenderizing my sensitive cheeks with every violent thrust of his rock hard meat into my helpless anal cavity. The benevolent, caring lover with the lips and tongue that, only moments ago, had bestowed previously unknown kindness to that part of my body was now transformed to a severe, uncompromising beast that sought only to satisfy its primitive lust. And I could not have been happier.

His relentless pounding was mashing my anal cherry to pieces. My ass felt like it was being stretched so wide, you could have shoved a baseball bat in my hole without touching the skin. The intensity of his ruthless, savage fucking of my shithole was surpassed only by the decadence and sinfulness to which I had sunk. With this final act, my own son's seizure of my anal virginity, I had become a sexual junkie, craving the carnal pleasures of the flesh which I was only able to glimpse from afar during two interminable decades of mundane marital intercourse. And nothing less than a long, full injection of my baby's thick flesh needle would satiate my sexual addiction.

The anal hammering I had to endure seemed unending. I couldn't believe that someone as young, healthy and horny as my David could last this long without cumming. Then abruptly he stopped. He squeezed my waist tightly and roared as if he'd just been seared by a red hot branding iron. My son's boiling spunk rushed out of his cock and into his mommy's overstuffed ass. Spasm after spasm unleashed more and more of his sticky, white goo, flooding my already tightly packed rectum. After draining every drop of his ball juice into my body, my baby collapsed onto my back. He put his arms around me, pinching the erect nipple of one of my tits with one hand while squeezing my clit with the other. After my ass pounding I was so close to the edge that it only took a few seconds for my own pussy juices to come rushing out of my cunt and down my thighs. If I totaled up every sexually fulfilling encounter I'd ever had in my entire life, it wouldn't have equaled the physical and emotional satisfaction I had just received.

I opened my eyes and saw my exhausted, sweaty body in the full-length mirror. I took out the finger that I had in my ass and removed my other hand from my contented cunt. Without a doubt, that was the best fantasy I ever had while masturbating. I could only pray that it'll be that good when I fuck my son for real. And I will. I decided that after having spent the first half of my time in this world being denied all the sensual and erotic pleasures life has to offer, I certainly wasn't going to spend my remaining years being sexually deprived. And from what I read in his diary, my son was going to be the one who would be able to fill me completely. I jumped in the shower and considered my next move.

It didn't take me long to figure out what to do. One of the entries in his diary gave me the answer. So the following evening, when David was home, I took my shower but didn't use any baby oil on my body as I normally do. Being oiled up might be a turn-on, but you also need friction. I thought that if my body was too slick, it would be too difficult for him to get a solid grip on me. I dried myself off, put on my robe and went into the living room where David was watching t.v. Standing a few feet away from him, I said "Could I ask you a question? You might be a little embarrassed."

"Go ahead," he replied.

"Do you think I'm attractive and in good shape…for my age?"

"I think you're attractive and in good shape for any age."

"This is where you might be embarrassed." I opened my robe and let it slide off my shoulders to the floor. "Take a good look at my entire body." I slowly turned around as I spoke. "I always use baby oil after I shower to keep my skin soft and supple, but does it work?" He didn't answer me. He just sat there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes glued to my naked body. I saw his dick quickly swell up inside his shorts and thought it was going to burst through his clothes the way the little creature in the movie Alien burst out of that guy's chest. "David, does my body really look o.k.?" After a few moments of drinking in my exposed flesh, he finally answered.

"Are you kidding? Most of the girls in college don't have a body as…" He held out his hands as if wanting to squeeze me. "…delicious as yours." I moved closer to him and bent over. We were eye to eye when I placed the palms of my hands on his face and said "You are so sweet. Thank you, honey." As I spoke, he never took his eyes off the pair of big, hanging tits with the very stiff nipples that were only inches away from his mouth, hands or cock. He only looked into my eyes after I kissed him on the lips. It wasn't a romantic kiss. It was quite matronly actually. I held back because I wanted to play with him a little more. "I think I'll turn in early. I'm pretty tired," I said as I turned around and bent over to pick up my robe, practically sticking my ass right in my son's face. "Don't forget to turn off the lights and t.v. before you go to bed." I almost immediately heard the t.v. shut off, so I stopped and turned around.

"I think I'll turn in early, too," he said. I went into my bedroom, which is right across the hall from his, closed the door and listened. When I heard him go into his room and close the door, I quietly turned the knob and opened my door. I waited in the hall until his lights went out. You see I had read in David's diary that sometimes when I'm in my robe after I'd showered, my almost naked body sitting only a few feet away from him, he gets so horny that before he goes to sleep, he jerks off. He also wrote that he wishes one day I would accidentally come in, catch him and the two of us would just spontaneously burst into sexual flames. Well tonight his wish comes true.

The light from under the door went out. I would give him a few seconds to get into bed and start pulling his meat, but I didn't want to wait too long. I definitely wanted to catch him before the job was finished. I put my ear to the door and thought I heard his bed moving a little. I hoped for the best and opened the door.

"David, I wanted to ask you…." Sure enough the gods were smiling on me, or at least Eros was. He was completely naked on his bed with his hand around his unusually thick cock. "What are you doing?" I asked, wanting to have a little more fun with my horny son.

"Nothing," was his reply.

"David, you're…masturbating!"

"No, I…had an itch…a big itch…down there. I had to take my clothes off to scratch it all."

"Don't lie to your mother. You're masturbating. And I know why. Your girlfriend just doesn't put out as often as she should. Well I don't want you masturbating, so from now on, if you ever need to have your sexual tension released, just ask me. A good mother should always see to the needs of her children." I removed my robe again and sat my naked body on his bed next to his cock. Then I took him by the wrist and he released his dick. "And I am a very good mother."




How to Seduce Mother Version 02



In addition to his lovely dick being thicker than any I'd ever seen before, my son's wonderful cock also produced a copious supply of precum liquid. The light from the street lamp outside his window glistened off the thin film covering his cockhead. His bulbous, fleshy mushroom cap was slick and shiny from the salty fluid. More and more just continuously flowed out, so with my index and middle fingers, I spread his juice all over his shaft. Up and down, all around I coated David's pole. I took my time, noting every bump, every vein, every tactile aspect of my son's erection. Low moans of pleasure emanated from his throat, intermixed with an occasion "Oh God." He was obviously very happy with his mommy's kind consideration for his physical needs, and I was definitely enjoying the experience as well. Not just because of the sensual and sexual aspects of it, although that was certainly great too, but most especially because of the forbidden taboo which I was committing. Is there anything more fun than breaking the rules?

I saw David's hands tightly squeezing his mattress. He was obviously suffering under the torment of sexual relief denied. I looked back at his dick. It was probably the coating of precum that disguised the fact that his cock was straining to the point where, if it had been an arm or leg muscle, he would have seriously injured himself. I appreciated the fact that he wanted to make it last, but the intense pleasure combined with the denial of an orgasm made his prick look like it was in pain. I could no longer bear to watch my baby suffer. I knelt over him but didn't bring my pussy down onto his face just yet. I would get mine soon enough, but now I had a job to do. Opening wide, I let his slick shaft slide into my salivating mouth. It didn't take very many strokes to make my son shoot his hot, gooey load down my throat. Normally I don't like the taste of cum, but I know that men like a woman to swallow, so I just let it shoot as far back into my mouth as possible then gulp it down. "Nobody ever said that you had to roll it around on your tongue," my mother used to tell me. "It's not champagne." In fact, my mother used to tell me quite a bit about sex. She also used to go on a lot of camping trips only with my brother. And just after my brother, who never married, moved to New York, my parents separated and my mother went to live with him. Hmmmm. Apparently mothers fucking their sons seems to be a family trait. I wondered how old my brother was the first time he shot his cum down mom's throat. 

My own son's dick filled his mommy's belly with its thick, white cream. I was almost as happy to please him as he was to be pleased. I wished I could keep his cock in my mouth forever but then I'd be denying my cunt and ass his magnificent meat. After he was drained, his hands slid up the backs of my legs and pulled down on my ass. Lowering my willing and wanting pussy onto his face, I just rubbed my son's legs while my lips and tongue kept busy on his slightly diminished dick. Now it was my turn to receive some pleasure, and David did not disappoint. He began with quite a few slow, soft gentle kisses on my labia. He seemed so timid and shy, like he was a little boy kissing a girl for the very first time. It was amazing how his soft lips just barely brushing against my smooth flesh made for some incredibly intense foreplay. After a while his tongue took over. Just the wet tip gliding over my clit and pussy lips, although his leisurely stimulation of the outside of my cunt was occasionally interrupted with an internal probe of my pussy.

All the while his fingers had found their way into my ass crack and were tickling my sphincter. He had no way of knowing if I'd ever taken it up the ass before, which I hadn't. This, at first, was why I thought he limited the penetration of my hole to only the fingernail segment of his digits. Several times I lifted my head off his prick and demanded "Deeper! Deeper into my ass! Shove your fingers in all the way!" But my pleas for more anal insertion were ignored. David's hands and mouth were piping a sexual tune that had my ass and pussy dancing so, for the moment anyway, he wasn't taking any requests. It was ironic how his touches were so soft and tender, almost dainty, yet he couldn't have been more in possession of my body than if he had me chained to the bed.

The anal arousal of my wrinkled hole by his talented fingers combined with his exquisite oral gratification had a geometric effect on my flesh. The delicate stimulation of both areas had me ten times hornier in one tenth the time it would normally have taken. My son never had to moisten the tip of his tongue with saliva because my pussy juices were flowing like Niagara Falls onto his face. It wasn't until I started to get lightheaded that I realized David was now sexually tormenting me the way I did with him. His gentle arousal of my erogenous zones got me to the edge very quickly but that very same gentleness was preventing me from going over. Hard and fast was what I now needed and I let him know it.

"Fuck me! Fuck me now! Suck on my clit hard and make me cum or I swear to God, I'll never fuck you again!"

My threat, even though it was as empty as Jessica Simpson's head, got results. Gently, but firmly, taking my aching clit between his teeth, my son held my love button in place while the tip of his tongue rapidly flicked up and down on my nub. After a few seconds, he quickly shoved two of his fingers deeply into my shithole. My ass and gut convulsed at the unexpected invasion and that sent my pussy into an orgasmic frenzy. My body started to quiver and quake and my pelvis would have easily been pounding up and down on my son's face had he not been holding me tightly with his free arm. His tongue flicking on my securely held clit never stopped and neither did my orgasms. After about fifteen seconds, which, depending on your activity, can be a lot longer than you think, I stopped convulsing, but I didn't stop cumming. With his fingers wriggling around inside my asshole and his teeth refusing to release my overstimulated clit, my son would not allow me to stop cumming. 

Orgasm after orgasm caused my pussy to tremble time and time again. I never would have guessed that sexual pleasure could be so excruciating, but like a blind woman seeing for the first time, my son was opening me up to a world of sensual delights that I had never known before. I was his eager, horny pupil and he was the strict, but caring, headmaster.

As the minutes passed, my orgasms became less and less intense to the point where, after about the twentieth time, instead of an orgasm proper, my pussy just twitched like it was having involuntary muscle spasms. Not only was I totally spent, which never happened before, but my bank account was overdrawn. More incredible than what I was experiencing was the fact that it was a nineteen-year-old who was doing this to me. He couldn't have learned all this in the short time he's been on this planet. He had to have been born with some sort of innate sexual gift, like an intimate savant. And after he dumps his girlfriend, it'll all be mine.

Unable to suffer through any more pleasure, I managed to summon what little strength I had left and turned around. My oversized tits scraped along his hairy chest before I collapsed on top of him. Feeling his strong, loving arms around my body did wonders to help me revitalize. His neck would eventually look like it had endured a barrage of baseballs once I regained enough energy to start sucking and biting it. And shortly after I began to Vampira his neck, his cock became stiff and began tenderly beating against my ass cheeks, as if knocking on my backdoor. David held my face, brought my lips to his and positioned his tongue inside my mouth. Until this moment I was consumed with sexual fire, but with this single act, I felt all of his love come pouring out. The kind, tender, even playful stroking of my son's tongue against mine spoke volumes. The passionate, animal lust my son had for me was merely an exhibition of his desire to please the woman he loved. I would have been more than satisfied with just the sex, but now I've got it all. I pulled away for a moment and looked into my lover's eyes.

"You really are in love with me," I half-asked, needing some reassurance.

"Always," he said, then after a brief moment added "and forever." I brought my mouth back down onto his so hard, I cut my lip on a tooth, but I didn't stop. Half of me wanted to suck him into my body so he would always be with me, the other half wanted to be inside his body.

"Together forever," I said before I started sucking on his neck again.

"And not just until death do us part like in some lousy wedding vow," he said. "When we're both dead, you'll be mine for eternity."

I stared at him for a moment then cut my lip again as I went down for another kiss. I felt his throbbing dick beating against my cheeks, as if beseeching them for entrance, and said "Fuck me in the ass."

"What?"

"Fuck me in the ass. Stuff my shithole full of your cock. Take it. Make it yours." It may have seemed odd requesting a butt fuck after the romantic moment we just shared, but my pussy has been fucked by other men. My mouth, hands, tits, even my ass cheeks have known other men. But not my asshole. It was the only untouched, virginal, if I may, part of my body that I could give to my son. And at this very moment I wanted to give him something that no other man ever had or ever would have. Some part of me that would be his alone.

I stood up on my knees and David moved around behind me. I rested my folded arms and head on his pillow, presenting my son with his one of a kind present…his mommy's asshole. Despite my intentions of giving him my ass for his enjoyment, my devoted son could not resist the temptation, as if there were any left to resist, of pleasing the woman he loved. The memories of all his journal entries about ass play came flooding back as he eased my cheeks apart and slowly licked his way up from the bottom of my cunt to the small of my back. His saliva, my sweat and my own abundant pussy juices, which were beginning to flow again, must have blended into quite an unusual love potion. 

He certainly took his sweet time painting my puckered hole and flesh with the bizarre concoction until my entire ass was wet and sticky. The slow flicking of his tongue tip on my anus tickled me to the point where I thought I might lose control of my bodily functions and involuntarily start peeing. Normally that only happens when I laugh too hard, although as a child, a good tickling could easily cause me to wet my pants. My baby pushed his face into my crack as far as he could go, allowing his tongue deeper and deeper access to my innards. His talented tongue was firm but much softer and more pliable than his fingers. It writhed and wriggled around inside me like a snake, hypnotizing me with its sexual enchantment. With my eyes closed, I was free from all the visual distractions that bombard my senses every day. I allowed all my thoughts and emotions to be filled by nothing but the glorious sensations that I was experiencing back there. Rarely does reality live up to fantasy, but even if you had the most powerful imagination in the world, how could it compare to the elation you'll feel when your own son actually licks and rims your bunghole? If this wasn't heaven, it certainly was sinfully close. 

I half believed that the purpose of the strange brew of sweat, saliva and pussy juice was to dissolve my insides and turning them into jelly. Whether it was that or, more than likely, the squirming and twisting of my baby's tongue deep inside my rectum, my asshole was more than ready to accept David's thick, hot dick. He removed his tongue from my anus and I was momentarily disappointed, like a child who just had the lollipop taken out of her mouth. My feelings of anal abandonment quickly disappeared when he held onto my waist and I felt his reassuring cock head against my sphincter. He took me slow and easy, as usual, but it was totally unnecessary. I was more than open to a butt fuck.

"Just shove your beautiful prick into me. I'll let you know if it hurts." He did as I requested, and within seconds I felt his pubic hair scratching against my cheeks. There was no resistance whatsoever on my part. My shitter willingly and gracefully accepted the prize it was offered. He started to pump me slowly, deliberately. Not so much because it was his style but because of the huge load of cum he dumped down my throat. Apparently he had enough time to get stiff again but not enough time to produce a sufficient batch of ball juice. C'est la vie. Still, I was more than happy to just rest on his pillow while my baby pumped his mommy's ass with his prick for as long as he needed to get his rocks off again. It wasn't nearly as magical as when his tongue was performing down there, but every anal nerve ending was delighted to receive any type of stimulation. And as you can tell, there was nothing I wouldn't do to please my son.

"Mmmmmm. You have such a fine piece of ass," he told me.

"It's all those aerobics I do to keep in shape." He slid his hands down to my cheeks and rubbed them all over.

"Well your ass couldn't be in a better shape than the one it's in right now. Soft, taut, perfectly round and big enough to accommodate a thick, bulging cock…but not too big."

"Thank you, sweetheart. And it's all yours." His hands slid up my back to my shoulders then around my body to my tits. I felt his weight on my back as he leaned over to kiss my shoulders. It seems David decided to let his dick just soak inside the depths of my rectum while attending to other matters. One hand temporarily released one of my massive mammaries and tossed my long hair off my back. After returning his hand to its proper place, my areola, David began to cover my shoulders and neck with loving, little kisses. With a pair of full, soft lips charming my neck, two strong, compassionate hands massaging my enormous tits and a wonderfully wide prick warming my bowels, there was precious little left of my body that wasn't having its sensual needs fulfilled. Occasionally the kisses were interspersed with licking, the massaging with pinching and, not to be forgotten, the cock that saturated my bunghole would ease out a few inches before filling me up again.

My clit had been driven to the point of exhaustion, so when I felt a hand moving towards my pussy, I let it be known that, for the rest of the evening anyway, that part of my body was strictly verboten. Always the good son, he complied with my demand and went for my thighs, hips, arms and belly instead. After spending a good amount of time tantalizing those areas of flesh so that I was tingling all over again, he was ready to take care of his own animal lust. Straightening up and securely holding onto my lower body, David began a steady rhythm of butt fucking that was sure to leave some black and blues on my cheeks. With every thrust of his magnificent cock into my body, his pelvis struck my tender ass. And every successive insertion of his hard, fat meat into my ever widening hole seemed deeper, and deeper, than the last. My poor, battered behind was being mercilessly punished, as if I was being forced to endure a severe spanking for the crime of fucking my son. My burning hot butt cheeks rippled as he pounded and pounded me, unrelentingly. His assault was so intense, the ripples in my cheeks traveled in waves of energy throughout my body, up to my head and down to my feet. After exhibiting the kindest, most beautiful displays of love and affection towards me, my son rode me like an untamed horse, trying to break my spirit by breaking my ass. My fingers were clenching and digging into the pillow. My skin was drenched with sweat. What started out as animal grunts of lust which were emanating from my throat only moments ago had dissolved into weak and feeble whimpers. My sobs must have been barely audible. And even if they were, they didn't stop my son's anal attack. The agony was unbearable, and God I loved it!

My sweet, loving baby had snatched my soul like the devil. Who else could create pleasure from pain and pain from pleasure? Along with all the other incredible sensual delights my son had bestowed upon me this evening, I truly never expected pain to be one of them. Maybe I was a masochist and didn't know it. Maybe it was like my aerobics. I endure the suffering because once it's over, I know the relief from the pain will be soooo welcome. Or maybe this was just the final stop on my long, slow slide down into the depths of depravity. If it was, God am I glad I bought that ticket.

"Fuuuuuck!" my son screamed. I felt his cock erupt and splatter his thick, white lust into my shithole. His load didn't feel nearly as abundant as the first time when his goo greased my throat, but it was more than enough to be forced out of my tightly packed ass which could hold no more. He collapsed on top of me and I collapsed onto the bed. His breath was hot but it felt cool on my overheated flesh. He rolled over, taking me with him while keeping his spent dick inside me. The two of us laid there, one on top of the other, panting like a couple of bitches in heat. I was astounded when David grabbed my tits. I couldn't believe he wanted more. "How could somebody this horny function in the world?" I thought. Fortunately he was just looking for a soft place to rest his hands. Drained and sated, it wasn't long before we both drifted off. He slept on his back. I slept on his front. And his dick slept inside my ass.

The following morning we showered together, during which time his revitalized cock needed another blowjob. I guess at his age, several times a day seems to be the norm. And how could I deny my baby boy a simple request like the sucking of his dick? Over breakfast he revealed some startling information.

"You deliberately left your diary out for me to read?"

"Of course. And it was about time, too. I've been leaving it out for weeks."  "This whole thing was just a lie? A set-up?"

"Not a lie. I do love you." David took my hand in his. "More than anything else in the world." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. "But what could I do? It wasn't like I could say 'Thanks for the 10-speed, ma. I love it. Oh and by the way, I love you, too. Can we have sex?' I needed a subtler way to approach the topic."

"So you made up a phony diary."

"Only half phony. My fantasies about what I wanted to do to you were real…as you found out last night. I left the diary on my desk in a certain position. One corner was pointing to a tiny ink dot on my blotter, another corner was pointing to a discoloration in the wood of my desk. When I came home and saw that it wasn't aligned properly, I knew that you had read it. Especially since you were acting so strangely after I got home. A few days later I wrote about how I masturbate before going to sleep to give you an opportunity. If you had no sexual interest in me, then nothing would happen. If you wanted to take me up on the idea, I was presenting you with the chance to do so simply by walking in on me. I just didn't think that you would give me that little strip show first. That was nice."

"Well I wanted to be sure that you were going to be up to the task at hand, so to speak. But weren't you afraid that I might ball you out for writing all those things about me." David smiled and laughed a bit. It took me a moment to realize why. "You know what I meant by 'ball you out.' Grow up."

"In order to 'ball me out,' you'd have to admit that you read my journal. If you had no romantic interest in me, then you probably would have just ignored what I wrote and pretended like you never read it. Everything would have been as it always was and no harm done. I hardly think you would have kicked me out of the house just because of what I wrote." Well it was all out in the open now. 




How to Seduce Mother Version 02



"So where do we go from here?" David thought for a moment then looked down at his breakfast.

"As soon as we finish eating, we can go back to your bed and have sex, or my bed or the shower or maybe you'd like to try the living room."

"I meant relationshipwise. And I know you crave my body, but how often can you have sex?"

"As far as our relationship goes, from now on we're lovers. I thought that was obvious. And about the sex, remember that I can't have two dozen multiple orgasms in one night like you can. I have to space mine out over a longer period of time."

While David was in school, we still presented ourselves as mother and son to everyone else. He broke up with his girlfriend, Alicia. (I'm sure her ass must be feeling the pain of not feeling the pain) And every Saturday night we would have the same type of sexual marathon that we did on that first day, which we would eventually use for our "anniversary." My ass would always need the full week to recover, but my cunt, mouth and tits were always more than ready, willing and able to calm the raging beast that dwells within my baby's pants. My son isn't ever going to masturbate again if I can help it. And I can.

After David graduated and got a job in another state, we moved to a neighborhood where everyone would only know us as husband and wife. I lied about my age, what woman doesn't, and told the neighbors that I was five years younger than I really was. David told them that he was five years older. He was able to pull that off since the beard and mustache he grew does make him look a couple of years older. I also love the way it scratches against my cheeks, my other cheeks, thighs and pussy.

A wonderful neighbor of ours, Susanna, was willing to be artificially inseminated with my "husband's" sperm and carry the baby to term. I would have done it myself, but at my age, it would be almost impossible to restore my lithe, taut, supple body after nine months of pregnancy and birth. So why ruin a good thing like my figure when I can let someone else ruin hers?

Eventually we'll tell our daughter that her "Aunt" Susanna, who is always more than happy to babysit for us, especially when we want to be alone for our marathon sex sessions, is really her biological mother. And possibly, just possibly, we'll tell her that I'm really her grandmother. Assuming, of course, she and David become lovers. I'm not crazy about the idea of sharing my son with another woman, but I know from personal experience that the love, passion and sexual gratification one receives from a parent, or child, cannot be equaled. And I would be willing to share my son if it meant I would be giving my granddaughter the greatest love she could ever have in her entire life.

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How To Seduce Your Sister



Below are listed explicit and graphic instructions on how to seduce your sister. These instructions will also work if you are a woman hoping to seduce your brother-in-law. Also, with just a few modifications to your dialogue, switching sister for mother and brother for father, these principles can be successfully applied to your mother-in-law, as well as your father-in-law, if you are so inclined.

No matter if you call it incest or taboo, sex with yours has that certain dangerous feeling because it is forbidden sex. Nonetheless, it's spring and there are hormones flying everywhere and you haven't gotten laid or even received a blowjob in a while? It's been that long? Wow! That's a record. Now, I understand why you are humping my leg while reading this.

Warning: Do not try this at home unless you are an experienced incest/taboo professional or if you are so desperate to have sex with your sister/brother-in-law or mother-in-law/father-in-law and are so hot for them that you just don't care.

Warning: This system of surefire incest/taboo forbidden instructions for fornication is best used if you are in the process of divorcing your spouse anyway. Make sure you have your bags pre-packed, have removed all breakable objects from the house, and parked your car where your wife/husband can't find it flatten your tires of smash your windshield. So, now you are good to go.

Sorry, this is the last warning. This system of surefire incest/taboo forbidden instructions for fornication is best if your sister is a hottie, your brother-in-law is a hunk, your mother-in-law is a MILF, and your father-in-law is a FILF (?). Otherwise, it's just nasty sex magnified by the fact that it is incest/taboo and forbidden sex with the entire ugly family of women/men.

I guess it could work, too, if you are only having sex with her sister/brother or mother/father to get back at her/him. That's always a good plan, so long as your wife doesn't own and know how to load and fire a shotgun and your husband has more of a sense of humor and a sense of forgiveness than he does a temper.

Okay, are you ready to begin? Let me look at you. Tuck in your shirt/blouse and straighten your hair. Yeah, licking your palm to flatten down your hair is always better than using a hairbrush or a comb. Never mind. Dude/girl, when did you brush your teeth last? Never mind.

Let's go in the living room to put our little plan to action. There she/he is the fount of information, the keeper of every little dirty secret, and the oracle on the subject of her/his mother/father or her/his sister/brother...your wife/husband. Look at her sitting curled up on the couch with the cat. Look at him sitting in his chair while cleaning his gun. Yeah, sure she was prettier when you married her, and so, what if she gained a few, okay dozens of pounds. She still looks good, kind of, not really, not at all. Yeah, sure he looks that same when you married him as he does now, only he's fatter, balder, and meaner. Girl what were you thinking?

Gees, Dude, when was the last time she washed her hair. Wait, what's that smell? Did the cat just eat tuna? Woman, when was the last time he took a bath and changed those socks? That's just nasty.

Just look at her or him and smile. Go ahead, give her or him a little wave as you hand her the quart of ice cream and/or a case of beer. Show her or him your best expression of devotion that you love her or him. Good, if there were an Oscar for this performance, you'd win. 

Now, I understand your reasoning for the need to have sex with her/his sister/brother or mother/father. Having sex with anyone but your wife or husband is an improvement. Besides, so long as you can justify that having sex with her mother/father or sister/brother isn't really cheating, it's just spending time with her family and it is okay.

Look at her or him now. Her mother looks better than she does or his father looks better than he does. Definitely, her sister does, too or definitely his brother does, too. I think she/he lost another tooth, a front tooth.

Can I ask you a question? Were you drunk when you married her/him or did you think that she/he had money? Never mind.

Let's begin. Does your wife or husband drink? What does your wife drink? Vodka? What does your husband drink? Boilermakers. Perfect. Make her/him a stiff drink. Be nice to her/him. Rub her feet or rub his cock. Talk about her/his family and what it was like growing up with her/his sister/brother and mother/father.

Now, is the time to put the tape recorder on the coffee table to capture all the moments of family history.

"What's that for?"

"I don't want to forget anything you say, Honey."

"Oh, that's so sweet."

Wow, she/he fell for that one and gulped that drink down in a hurry. Quick, make her/him another one before she/he protests.

Now, ask her/him about her/his childhood while subtly asking her/him questions about her/his mother/father and sister/brother. You want to find out everything to know about them so that you can use that against them in their seduction.

Specifically what information you need to know is the favorite colors, books, songs, foods, and drinks of your mother/father-in-law and/or sister-in-law/brother-in-law. Whatever else nonsense that your wife/husband blurts out while you are taping her/his thoughts is just extraneous information. Colors, books, songs, foods, and drinks, especially of the alcoholic kind are what will get you laid.

Now, if you were the observant son/daughter-in-law, you'd know much of this information already. You'd know the drink of their choice, their favorite color, books, movies, and pretty much all that you needed to know to seduce her or him.

"Colors? My mother/father loves blue. I don't know what my sister's/brother's favorite color is. My Mom's/Dad's favorite thing is her/his thick pile terrycloth bathrobe. She/he loves how it feels. You know that, we buy her/him a new one almost every year. Oh, and she/he loves Polo/Ambush cologne/perfume. Books? My sister/brother never reads, but my mother/father loves anything by Danielle Steele/car magazines and my Mom/Dad loves Billy Joel/stripper music."

"Okay, this is nice learning about your family. Continue please. I need, I mean, want to learn more about them."

"I have a funny story about my Mom/Dad when she/he was vacationing in Jamaica (here it comes, the good part). She/he got drunk on slow gin fizzes/boilermakers. My Mom's/Dad's back is where her/his erogenous zones are. If you want to have sex with my Mom/Dad (ewww, gross yuck), just ply her/him with booze and give her a back massage. She blew her or he received a blowjob from his Jamaican masseur while he/she was rubbing her/his back."

Well, there you go. A small change in plan, but a surefire one to work, instead of doing her sister/brother, I'd go for her mother/father.

Good she's/he's sleeping. I'd leave her/him there, if I were you. She's/he's way too heavy to carry upstairs to bed. Besides, that's what you did the last time she/he was drunk and sleeping when you stripped her/him naked and then called over all your buddies/girlfriends for a poker game/Tupperware party. That was fun. She/he was better looking then. I'd don't think they'd come over now, the way she/he looks.

So, next week when she flies to Addison Texas for the big Mary Kay conventions or he flies to Amarillo Texas for the big beef barbeque cook-off is when you put your plan in action. 

For those of you who just joined us and/or don't want to read the entire How To Seduce Your Sister/brother-in-law, there was a change in plan from seducing your sister-in-law/brother-in-law to seducing your mother-in-law/father-in-law, let's quickly recap and go over how it's done.

1. Get your wife/husband drunk 2. Interrogate her/him about her sister/brother and/or mother/father while she/he is under the influence of excessive alcohol. 3. Tape record the conversation 4. Ask her/him personal and revealing questions about her/his sister/brother and/or mother/father. 5. Use all that personal information to your advantage in seducing your sister/brother-in-law and/or mother-in-law/father-in-law. 6. Good luck

A week later, you drive your wife/husband to the airport and kiss, er hug, shake her/his hand, er pat her/him on the back good-bye.

"Don't forget, I asked my Mom/Dad to check on you."

"Okay. Bye."

That evening, there you are feeling sexy while wearing nothing but your plush pile terrycloth bathrobe and generous amounts of Polo/Ambush cologne/perfume. With your collection of Danielle Steele novels/car magazine at your side and Billy Joel/stripper music playing on the stereo, you sit there reading while sipping a, actually forcing down (yuck), a slow gin fizz/boilermaker.

"Oh, hi, Mom/Dad. I didn't know you were coming over. I would have put some clothes on. I'm glad I'm at least wearing my thick pile terry cloth bathrobe."

"Doreen/Freddie asked me to check on you. I didn't know you like Danielle Steele/car magazines or Billy Joel/stripper music."

"I love Danielle Steel/car magazines and I love Billy Joel/stripper music. Can I fix you a drink? All I have are slow gin fizzes/boilermakers."

"I'd love a drink."

Now, wait until she's/he's consumed her/his third drink and then speak your part.

"You look tense. Do you have a backache? That chair is not the most comfortable."

"Yeah, my back has stiffened up a bit."

"Here, come over to the couch, put your head in my lap, and I'll give you a nice back massage."

"Really, you'd give me a massage?"

"Yeah, sure."

Now, this is the part where you're tipsy mother/father-in-law comes over to where you are sitting on the couch and puts her/his forehead on your thigh while you gently massage her/his back through her/his blouse/shirt.

"I'm just going to pull up your blouse a bit and unhook your bra." Or "I'm just going to loosen your pants and unzip your fly to give you more room."

There you are following my directions to how to seduce your sister changed at the last moment to mother-in-law. You can feel your mother-in-law become aroused with your massaging of her back. She's moaning. She's hot with desire for you. She wants you, Dude. Your cock is erect and has made its appearance from out of your thick pile terry cloth bathrobe. You feel your mother-in-law's hand reach up and stroke you before she lifts her head and takes you in her mouth. She's sucking your cock.

Success! You've done it, seduced your mother by using my surefire instructions. Now, the rest is up to you.

There you are following my directions to how to seduce your brother changed at the last moment to father-in-law. You can feel your father-in-law become aroused with your massaging of his back. Your pussy is moist with desire for him and your thick pile terry cloth bathrobe has opened enough to expose your round, succulent breasts to your father-in-law. You feel his hand reach up and caress your breasts as his fingers pinch and pull your nipples. You can see the bulge that his cock makes in his underwear and you reach down, pull out his cock and stroke him to a harder erection before leaning down to take his cock in your mouth. You're sucking his cock.

Success! You've done it, seduced your father by using my surefire instructions. Now, the rest is up to you.

Good luck.