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Expected

By: tickleUinside



I knew it would happen someday, how I didn't know, but I knew in my heart that someday I would fulfill my fantasy and fuck my mother. The following is how it came to be.

My mother was barely 18, my dad 20 when they found out that she was pregnant with me. They got married and 2 years later my sister was conceived. 

They are an attractive couple, working out several times a week has given them bodies that still turn heads. My mother is 40 and still gets ogled by men in their teens, my father has the same effect on woman. 

My sister and I have always been close to our parents, never hesitating to do things with them like other kids did when they got into their teen years. Part of the reason for me and I'm sure for my sister was not only the love but also the lust that we held for our parents. My mother looked like Catherine Zeta Jones, not quite as tall but with the same voluptuous figure on a 5'7" frame. My father 5'10" tall had the chiseled movie star good looks, his graying temples only added to his manly charm. 

I am 22 and married to a beautiful Latin girl named Christina. We met at a club and hit it off right away. It was no surprise that I fell for Chris, she looked a lot like my mother when she was younger, being roughly the same height and build she could have easily passed for a younger sister. 

Chris having met my family for the first time commented on how attractive she thought we all were, she was especially smitten with my father, telling me over and over that she thought he was gorgeous.

My mother and Chris hit it off nicely, working out and shopping several times. My father took me aside several times while we were dating to tell me what a hot piece of ass Chris was. He said she reminded him of my mother, even saying that if I ever felt that I couldn't take care of my duties that he would be more than happy to step in, "wink, wink." I knew what he meant and took the compliment with pride. 

After we got married Chris started working for my dad, doing secretarial work for his company. Chris joked with me from the first day she started working for him that she didn't know how she was going to keep her mind on her work with him being in the next room. 

It was roughly the second year of marriage that we started having trouble in our relationship. I received a call from my mother, saying that Chris had told her that I was spending to much time away at sales meetings and that I was inattentive to her at home. I responded that I made every effort to be home when I could and felt that I gave Chris all my attention when I was home. My mom said that Chris still felt that it was not enough and that she wished I could be more like my dad. 

It was several weeks after that discussion, that I received another call from my mother. She sounded very upset, and asked if I would meet her somewhere where we wouldn't be bothered. I took this as an ominous sign and told her that we could meet at the bar of the hotel around the corner from my job. Our company had a room there that we used for out of town clients and I knew that it was always quiet there. I arranged to meet her there around an hour later. 

I arrived first and was seated at a booth when my mother arrived. She looked magnificent wearing a short floral dress that accentuated her lean tan legs. Her 34D breasts jiggled with each step of her white spiked heels, straining the small spaghetti straps that held them in place. The plunging neckline showing off her ample cleavage. As she approached the table, having thoroughly looked her over, I noticed that she had not taken off her sunglasses even though the bar was dimly lit. I stood to greet her and immediately she threw herself into my arms, squeezing me tightly. It was then that I heard the small sobs escape from her lips. 

Sitting her down, I quickly asked her what was wrong. In a muffled voice she said that my dad was cheating on her. Removing her sunglasses and holding her face I looked into her eyes, I asked her why she suspected him of this. She said that she had been suspicious for awhile but that what she found this morning while doing the laundry had confirmed it. A pair of lacy panties that did not belong to her were in his coat pocket, and they had the smell of sex on them. I was stunned, that my dad had done this to my mother and that he had been dumb enough to get caught. My father had been quite the player in his youth, and I suspected him of earlier indiscretions when I was younger by the way that woman reacted to him. Hell he had even told me in my earlier youth about not getting caught with your dick in the wrong hole.

I didn't know what to say, I asked her if she had told my sister, to which she said no. I then asked in a concerned voice why she was telling me instead of her, and that's when she dropped the bombshell...

"What," I said, "what do you mean it's Christina?"

"Yes honey" she said placing a hand in my lap, "that's why I'm telling you, it's your wife that's sleeping with your father." 

I asked her why she suspected Christina. 

"Because" responded my mom, "I was with her when she bought the panties. She said she was going to wear them for you when you came home from one of your trips."

I asked her if there was any way she could be making a mistake, she responded that they were the same size, color and style she had purchased. I sat there speechless for several seconds, unintentionally staring into my mothers cleavage. It was her sobbing that shook me from my daze. Looking up to her face, I noticed that her eyes were red and puffy and her mascara had run down her cheeks. Both of us looked and felt like emotional wrecks I suggested to my Mom that we go up to the room to clean up and regain our mental state to which she agreed.

Arriving to the room, my mother quickly excused herself to the restroom. I went over to the bed and threw myself onto it. Mental images of my dad between my young wife's thighs, his cock gliding in and out of her pussy running thru my head. I lay there collecting my thoughts and considering my next move when my mother emerged from the restroom. Her face washed and her hair pulled back in a bun, she still looked a little shaken so I suggested she sit down. Instead of choosing the chair next to her, my mother walked over to the bed and sat down next to where I was laying. Kicking off her shoes, she said she was sorry that she had to be the one to have given me this bad news. As I looked up at her, a tear started to well up in her eye, reaching a hand toward her, I wiped it away. Grabbing her face in my hand, she placed her hand on top mine and held it against her face, caressing herself with my hand. She looked so beautiful that I began to forget why we were there and started thinking about how sexy of a woman she was.

My mom was the first to speak. "Oh honey" she said "if I had been a better woman your father wouldn't have tired of me and gone looking elsewhere. "This would've never happened, It's all my fault" she said "I'm not attractive to your father anymore. As she said this she laid her head down upon my chest, sobbing briefly as I held her in my arms. "Nonsense I said, "you are beautiful and sexy." Holding her in my arms and wanting to reassure her of her desirability made me feel comfortable enough to bare my soul to her. "Mom" I said, "you are a totally hot lady, men and woman drool all over you every where you go."

"Besides mature woman are way sexier than young inexperienced girls."

"Hey" I said "why do you think I married Christina anyways, other than she looks a lot like you." 

"What" said my mom rising off my chest, turning to look at me. "Whoops, I thought to myself, in a moment of vulnerability I had let the cat out of the bag, and there was no turning back now. "It's true" I said, "one of the things that turned me on to Christina was how much she looked like you, and I always thought that you were the sexiest woman on earth."

"Honey" she said "I didn't know you felt that way."

"Yes" I said, "I have had the hots for you since I was a kid, I know you think its wrong and the only reason I'm telling you now is because of what's happened."

"I'm sorry that I feel this way and I hope that I'm not offending you by telling you this."

"No hon" she said, "I'm not offended, I'm actually a little flattered that my good looking son finds me attractive." As she said this she leaned in to give me a kiss on the lips. 

Whether in a moment of insanity or lust, I grabbed the back of her head and as our mouths met I held her, pressing her mouth tightly against mine. The surprise came when she didn't resist, opening her mouth instead to allow my tongue to penetrate her lips, our tongues exploring each other. Breaking our kiss which lasted for several minutes, my mother stood up. I thought she had come to her senses and was about to leave. Standing next to the bed she hooked the straps of her dress with her fingers and lifting them off her shoulders let the dress fall to the floor leaving her standing there in her bra and panties. I laid there staring at her, afraid of spoiling the moment. 

In a shaky but sexy voice she said, "I'm nervous."

"Me too" I responded. "Do you still want me" she asked softly. Mesmerized, looking over this beautiful woman who is my mother, I shook my head yes. Slow and unsure she reached her arms to her back, unhooking her bra she held it tightly against her chest, Looking down at the floor she let it cascade down onto the floor. Before my eyes sprung the most perfect pair of tits I had ever seen, perfect in every detail, shape, size and color, her nipples caramel colored silver dollars with perfect pointy eraser shaped nubs on the end. Slowly she sat back on the bed, extending her arms we embraced. In my ear she said in the most softest of tones, "this is wrong."

"No" I said, "I love you so much, I want to show you." Turning my face to hers I kissed her again softly. 

This was a delicate moment and although I wanted to devour her on the spot, I took my time, gently caressing her hair and back. Moving my hand slowly I cupped her right tit gently feeling and fondling, her skin smooth and soft. Pinching the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I heard a small moan escape her lips, and I knew that she was enjoying this as much as I was and there would be no backing out now. Slowly I rolled her onto her back and kissed my way down her neck. My cock hard than its ever been, I slowly grinded my hips against hers, pressing my cock head between her legs. I made my way down to her right breast, sucking the nipple in and nipping it between my teeth brought more moans of delight from her lips. Kissing my way across the valley of her mounds I gave her left breast equal attention. 

My mother ran her hand down between us and started to stroke my cock over the top of my pants. Her hand starting at the tip, she squeezed my balls gently as she reached the base. I was dry humping against her, thrusting my rigid cock in and out between her thighs. The unsureness of our actions now replaced by burning desire, my mother rolled me off her and sat up, quickly unhooking my belt and pants. Lifting my hips off the bed, in one swift pull she yanked my pants and underwear down around my thighs, my cock springing forth in a waving motion. Seeing my cock for the first time since I was a kid, she gave it an approving smile. Laying down she proceeded to remove her panties as well, allowing me to see the treasure that I long desired. Sliding them down around her hips exposed her neatly trimmed V shaped pussy hair, glistening from her wetness, her moist cunt lips peeked out from the small patch of pubes. Needing no invitation I caressed my hand over her smooth flat belly, sliding it over her pelvis, over her V shaped pussy hair. She spread her legs allowing my fingers to explore the warm, wet folds of her womanhood.

She reached over tracing her fingers slowly along the length of my penis stopping to rub her thumb over the bulbous mushroomed head, touching it as if it would burn her hand. A drop of pre-cum oozed out from the slit hole, as she rubbed her thumb over it, placing her finger in it she brought it to her lips, tasting me for the first time. Realizing that it was not going to burn her she gripped it in her hand and began to slowly stroke it up and down. 

Tracing her outer lips with my fingers I pressed deeper into her. Her warm juices allowed my probing fingers to easily slide past her inner lips and with several small strokes I was working several fingers in and out of her tight snatch. Bucking her hips against the inward thrusts of my fingers, she fucked herself against my hand. We continued this way for several minutes, my fingers furiously working in and out of her dripping pussy, her hand quickly stroking me up and down. She came for the first time seconds later, shaking and shuddering uncontrollably, her orgasm brought a smile to my face, a sense of accomplishment. Soon after she stopped shaking I told her that I wanted to taste her. Rolling on top of me she straddled my chest, scooting up over my face, her pussy hovered over my mouth was a sight that I would never forget. It was hard for me to believe that this same woman only minutes ago was unsure about doing this was about to allow her son to eat her delicious pussy. 

Gripping her firm ass cheeks in my hands I slowly lowered her sopping wet hole over my mouth, my tongue darted out and licked the length of her slit, enjoying her tart nectar. Pushing my tongue in I proceeded to nibble on her swollen clit. Flicking it several times with my tongue before sucking it in between my teeth, her hips bucked back and forth against my face. I continued lapping at her pussy my face now coated in her juices, I felt her legs tighten around my head as she orgasmed again for the second time. My mother never being the selfish one, turned herself around on my face, facing away from me she rested her ass cheeks on my nose, giving me access to lick her brown puckered shit ring. Lowering herself into a 69 position resting down on her elbows, within seconds I was treated to the warm wetness of her throat as she took my cock almost completely down her gullet. Slurping and sucking my cock like a pro. 

My mom climaxed again stopping her blowjob only long enough to compose herself. Her pussy again flooding my mouth and face with her juices. I could not take anymore, and had to have her. Gently prodding her off my face and positioning her over my slick engorged and ready to explode member. Looking deep into my eyes, my mother looked to me for affirmation that what we were about to do was ok. Kissing her deeply and telling her again how much I loved and desired her she lowered her moist pussy, ever so slowly on my dick, stopping momentarily as my bulbous head contacted her outer lips. As I watched, she slowly and it seemed with great pleasure continued sliding her pussy over my cock till it was deeply buried inside her womb and my golf ball sized testicles lay resting between the pillowy crease of her ass cheeks. We lay there for what seemed an eternity, enjoying the physical love that was taking place between a son and his mother. 

Slowly she raised herself up and down, each time stopping to rest her ass on my sperm filled balls, her breasts bounced against my face. My hands gripped her firm ass cheeks, allowing me to thrust up into her. I was about to explode and she was doing everything she could to make our union last longer. Soon she picked up the tempo, my rod pistoned in and out of her. I pulled a nipple into my mouth and began sucking on it. My mother was on the edge now as was I, together we knew that neither of us would last much longer. The passion and perversity of our actions was too much for either of us to hold out as long as we would have liked to. My mother came, moans of "OH GOD"

"OH GOD" shooting from her mouth. Her thighs clenching on my dick caused my balls to erupt, and soon my cock was spasming deep into her pussy shooting what seemed like gallons of jism onto her vaginal walls. Shaking and moaning she collapsed on top of me and we held each other like that with my cock still nestled between her soft velvety pussy as we both drifted off to sleep...

to be continued...

Expected Ch. 2



Shaking and moaning she collapsed on top of me, we held each other with my cock still nestled between her soft velvety pussy as we both drifted off to sleep.

We fucked several more times that day, waking each other in some sexual manner. My mother woke me by giving me a blowjob as I slept or by squatting over my face and stuffing my mouth full of her glorious pussy. I would wake her by eating her pussy as she slept or waking up with a raging hardon I would be balls deep in her pussy before she knew what I was doing to her. Either way, we would fuck and go back to sleep.

It was after 6 pm when we woke, knowing that we had to each go to our own homes. My mother got very quiet, during our lovemaking we had not spoken much about what we had done or what we were going to do about our respective cheating spouses. We talked as we showered together, my mother agreed that she would allow me to come up with a punishment for our spouses and that she would go along with anything that I came up with no matter how heinous. I told her that we should go home, act like nothing ever happened, and that within a few days I would call her to reveal my plan of revenge.

It was hard for me that night, arriving home my wife acted the innocent role, putting on her good girl routine. Chris cooked me a nice dinner and even gave me a massage as I watched T.V. I was still feeling a little exhausted from an afternoon of fucking and told Chris that I was going to bed early. Usually I'm a midnight guy, never going to bed, until the late night talk shows come on. Going to bed early usually meaning that I wanted to fuck. Chris came into the room just as I was putting on a pair of undershorts, having just come from the shower. Chris took this as a hint and dropped to her knees in front of me, placing my abused cock in her mouth, she attempted to give me head. I reached down, grabbing her by the shoulders and told her that I was really exhausted and that I wasn't in the mood for that tonight. 

Chris trying not to act upset said fine, that maybe we could do something else. I climbed into bed and soon drifted off to sleep. Chris woke me in the middle of the night, my cock had other ideas and was as hard as day old French rolls. She seized the moment quickly climbing on top of me and placing my cock at the entrance to her pussy, impaled herself on it. My cock slightly sore from that days activities, I winced as Chris fucked herself with it. Closing my eyes I fantasized that it was my mother, making the pain more bearable. Bucking wildly back and forth Chris brought herself to an orgasm. My poor cock having nothing left deflated shortly after Chris got off and licked it clean. I rolled over and fell quickly to sleep. 

It was during the course of the night that I came up with my plot to exact revenge on my wife and father. I was going to enlist the help of my sister, which I knew she would readily agree to. I would make the call in the morning and once that was done the ball would be rolling.

I hung up the phone with my sister and was surprised at how quickly she had agreed. I told her what happened between Dad and Christina, leaving off how my mother and I had also fucked. She didn't need to know that just yet, and if my plan succeeded she would be able to witness that act first hand. 

I arrived at Gina's apartment the next day with the video equipment, setting it up we talked about what she was going to do to seduce dad. She was a little shocked that my mother agreed to the seduction. I explained that mom wanted to shock him with the tape, as she was shocked to find Chris's panties in his coat pocket, and since we didn't know where they went to fuck, that by setting him up I would have evidence to show Chris that she didn't mean anything more to him than a piece of ass. My sister didn't really care about the explanation, all she cared about was that she was going to fuck her father and that she was doing so with our blessings.

My mother received the call on Saturday, she was not surprised since I had explained my plan to her, and she passed the phone to my dad who was lounging in the TV room. My sister recited the story perfectly and my dad called out to my mom, that he was going to Gina's to help her with some electronics.

My mother immediately called me and told me that the plan was in motion, I quickly grabbed my jacket and told Chris that my dad needed help in the garage and that I was going to my parents house. Chris asked if she could come with me and I told her that he needed me now, and that waiting for her to shower would take too long, but that if she wanted to come over after she was done that would be fine. I left and made the drive in fifteen minutes.

My dad arrived at Gina's apartment several minutes after the call. Gina dressed as I told her. Wearing a white see-thru halter top, her tits were clearly visible, slightly smaller than my Moms around a 34C but equally as impressive with large sliver dollar sized brown nipples. I had seen them while spying on her taking a shower when we were younger. She also wore her tiniest of skirts and no panties. My father being a red blooded male would not be able to resist this tempting treat, daughter or not.

Gina opened the door. Dad tool case in hand, his eyes bugged slightly at the sight of his barely dressed daughter. Gina told him that she had moved her entertainment center around in her bedroom and that she didn't know how to hook everything back up. My dad barely able to keep his eyes off Gina's tits, stammered that he would take care of it. My dad following Gina to the bedroom stared at her ass cheeks as they peeked out from under her skirt. Stepping into the room Gina pushed the button on the remote unit she was holding in her hand. The video camera sitting strategically in her closet started taping and from its viewpoint had a clear shot of the entertainment center and most importantly Gina's queen sized bed. Gina sat down on the bed as my father moved the center away from the wall. Allowing her skirt to ride up around her thighs, my dad had a clear view of Gina's completely shaved pussy. 

Taking a quick peek my dad was hooked, asking Gina to bring him a glass of water, he tried unsuccessfully to remove the nasty thoughts from his mind. My sister coming back from the kitchen purposely wet the front of her halter, making it almost completely transparent. Damn, she said I spilled water on myself. Handing the glass to my dad, his eyes were again riveted to her youthful mounds. Gina sitting again at the edge of the bed, began talking to him, taking his attention away from the task at hand and over at her so that she could flash her twat. My dad fought hard as he could to resist, but it didn't take him more than 5 min. before he was over at the bed. Sitting next to Gina, he told her that he would have to come back another day, saying that he was feeling a little light headed. 

Gina thinking quickly told him that there was no way she would let him drive that way, that he should lay back and rest till he felt better. She pushed him back onto the bed, saying she was going to make him comfortable, he did little to resist. Gina started by removing his shoes, saying that if he cooled off his feet, his lightheadedness would go away. Lifting his head to prop a pillow under it Gina mashed her tits into his face. 

Dad inhaled her sweet perfume from between the crease of her breasts, his crotch beginning to swell. She then began unbuckling his pants. My dad asked her what she was doing, and in her most innocent voice, she said that she was trying to make him comfortable, that if he fell asleep in them they would get wrinkled. My dad hesitantly allowed her to pull them down and off his swelling cock now clearly visible to her. She pretended not to notice, but in the camera there was clearly a good sized hardon forming. "Now" she said as she sat down on the side of the bed next to him, "I'm going to rub your temples for you." Turning and leaning over him caused her skirt to bunch up around her waist, her pussy now clearly visible to him. "Gina" he said, "what are you doing, I can see your privates."

"And" replied Gina, is it ugly or something."

"No" he replied, "it's just that I'm a man and it's having a reaction on me that a father shouldn't have."

"Oh please, she said, you saw it when I was little, it's the same still"

"No, no, no it's not the same" he stammered. "Yes it is" she said, "look it's the same like when I was 13." As she said this she thrust out her hips at him and lifting her skirt brought her pussy inches from his face. 

My father lost all control, grabbed her around her waist pulling her pelvis to his face, his tongue licking at her bald mound. Gina squealed with delight throwing her leg up over his face and straddled him, lowering her pussy to his mouth for tasting. My dad was ravenous for his daughter, gripping her white ass roughly in his strong hands produced red hand prints on her cheeks. My sister bucked as his tongue pierced her outer lips, and prodded deep into her. Lapping at her pink insides and nibbling on her inner lips. Flicking her clit with strong strokes of his tongue, my sister rocked back and forth on his face. Grinding her clit along his nose as his tongue darted in and out of her. Soon she felt the stirring of an impending orgasm and thrust harder down against his face. A sea of tart pussy juice drowning him he tried valiantly to hold onto her as she came. She felt it overcome her and clenched her thighs down on his face. Throwing her head back, she shuddered and shook as it took her over. My dad reaching from around her hips, tugged down on her halter top, her firm young buds bobbing up and down as she shook. His hands cupped both breasts, gently groping and fondling, his fingers tweaking her hardened nipples. 

During the frenzied passion my dads cock came out the front of his boxer shorts. Proudly waving back and forth, veins popped out along his shaft, his mushroomed cockhead glistened from the dripping pre-cum that had oozed out. My sisters orgasm having subsided, turned to see his meat stick bobbing out of his shorts, quickly spun herself around. Sitting on his chest she lowered her mouth to lick the veined Popsicle, long slow licks starting from the base of his large ball sac to the tip of his purpled crowned head. Opening her mouth wide, the bulb disappeared between her lips, further and further she inhaled his shaft down her throat. My fathers eyes rolled to the back of his head, enjoying the blowjob he was receiving. Looking up for a quick glimpse he watched as his shaft again disappeared past the beautiful lips of his only daughter. Gina's brown puckered ass hole and pink pussy mere inches from his face, my dad extended his hand and placing several fingers at the opening of her pussy pushed them effortlessly into her hole, working them in and out. My sister thrust back against him, never letting up her oral talents on his rigid pole. They continued this way for some time, occasionally coming up for air, my sister would again go back to the job at hand or I should say in mouth.

My dad meanwhile lubed up my sisters ass hole and working in several digits into her shithole, sent her on the road to another intense orgasm. My sister shaking with convulsions screamed out obscenity's as she came. The orgasm from him playing with her pussy and asshole more intense than the last. My dad had ideas other than a blowjob and wanted to get between her tight pussy, my sister had the same thought and desperately wanted him to fuck her.

Turning herself around, my sister brought her legs up under her and hovered over his cock. Gripping his cock in hand, he rubbed it several times along the length of her pink slit opening. Working as a team, my dad watched as his paternal organ slowly disappeared between his baby girls swollen pussy lips. Slowly and effortlessly she lowered herself, her well lubed Gina taking his blood engorged meat completely in, they rested pelvis to pelvis, his brown hairy ball sac cradled between the crevice of her young white ass.

Slowly my sister began to rise, bringing herself into a sitting position, my dad placed his hands on her ass cheeks to help her stabilize. Once they were ready she began to rock slowly back and forth, his well endowed cock sliding in and out of her like a well oiled piston, their tempo increasing as the minutes passed. My father not wasting an opportunity began suckling the young tits that hung in his face, taking a turn with each nipple to give it a nibble. My sister immensely enjoying the forbidden fucking she was receiving thrashed her head about wildly. Her fingers feverishly working on her protruding clit she Brought herself to another amazing orgasm. Her cum dripping down around Dads organ provided additional lubrication, allowing him to last longer than he thought he would be able to. He allowed her climax to subside before he lifted her off and positioned her in front of him. Kneeling and placing her head on the pile of pillows she arched her ass in the air, waiting for dad to position his cock at the entrance of her dripping wet pussy. Lining himself up and spreading her cheeks slightly dad rubbed his cock up and down her slit, lubing the head before pushing it past her lips and popping it into her hole.

Grabbing a fistful of hair he thrust into her, letting out a groan as his pelvis slapped against her ass. Gina yelped as he thrust into her, moaning as he pulled her hair and pounded hard into her pussy. Expecting to be treated a little gentler by her dad, Gina enjoyed the rough pounding her dad was giving her pussy, and began thrusting equally as hard against him. Her ass quivered with each thrust and she let out soft purring sounds as he continued his assault on her pink flower. My dad liked it when Gina began to moan "harder, harder, he didn't know that his little girl liked it rough this way, and he was more than happy to oblige. Releasing his grip on her hair my dad reached around to squeeze her tits, laying on top of her he thrust into her like a dog on the street, fast and furious. 

Continuing the furious pounding he was giving Gina's pussy he felt the tingling sensation that meant he would be coming soon, wanting Gina to cumm at the same time my father reached around and began manipulating her clit, fervently working it back and forth, up and down till the little button was hot to the touch. Gina began to shake and he knew that she was ready, as they came together the feeling of euphoria overtaking both of them, her felt the hot jism explode from his cock, shooting deep into his sexy daughters cunny hole coating her insides. He was sure she was on the pill, no matter though the deed was done and it felt wonderful. They lay there for several minutes, locked together like two dogs, dads cock still hard sheltered inside of Gina's warm cave. 

Only after my father had rolled off Gina did he mention that what they had done was wrong and that my mom and I did not need to know. Gina proud of her seduction agreed with him and as he went into the bathroom to wash up it was then that Gina turned off the camera. My dad left soon after, never having hooked up the equipment. Oh well I would do that later, while I reviewed the tape.

To be continued...



Expected Ch. 3



I arrived at my moms house shortly after the call. Seeing my dads car was gone I went into the house. I found my mom in a white lace bra and the panties that she had found in my dads coat pocket. She looked radiant, her tan flesh made me want to fuck her right there on the spot. We hadn't fucked since the first time and had discussed doing it again, but decided that we would do it when the time was right, and that time was shortly coming up.

I had told my sister to keep my dad busy for as long as she could and to call when he left her apartment. I had also told my wife to call before she came over to make sure that we were done.

I followed my mother into her bedroom, caressing her ass as we walked, God she was beautiful. It took all of my self control not to throw her onto the bed now and forget about the whole plan.

I received a call from my wife, she said she was in the car and would be to the house in 5 min. I greeted my wife at the door, explaining that we had finished quickly, my parents had decided to go eat, and that we would meet them there. I told her since we were alone that there was something I had wanted to do, to fuck her on my parents bed. She was feeling a little horny and agreed, quickly running up to the room we proceeded to undress. Chris lay down on the bed spread ding her legs she invited me over, stroking her pussy seductively she was getting turned on more by the minute, as was I but for different reasons. 

I produced two pairs of handcuffs from a dresser and locking each hand to the bed post, my wife said, "you naughty boy,"

"are those your parents?"

"No darling" I said "I bought them just for this occasion."

"Oh baby, she said "fuck me you bad boy."

"Oh yeah baby" I replied, "but it's not you I'm going to fuck, it's her."

With that my mother came strolling out of the bathroom, where she had been hiding and listening. Tears of anger filling her eyes. Walking over to me she kissed me full on the lips. I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze. "What are you doing" said my wife straining against the handcuffs. "Let me go this instant" she yelled. "This is sick." 

My mother and I ignored her complaints and continued kissing. My hands cupped her tits and squeezed them. Reaching around I unclasped the hook and helped ease the bra from her shoulders, letting it fall to floor. Kissing my mothers neck, I worked my way down to her tits, taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking on it. "Why" yelled my wife from the bed, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"This is why" retorted my mother as she turned to face my wife. Pulling down the panties she tossed them at her. "Do they look familiar?" she asked. "Yes" said my wife, "how did you get them?."

"She found them darling, in my dads coat" I said. All of a sudden everything became clear. Having been found out, she lay there her head hung in shame. 

Looking to my naked mom, brought my mind back to her and away from talking. Forgetting the fact that my wife was in the room, I placed my hand down between my mothers legs. Gently running my fingers in and out over her outer lips. My mother showed her excitement by being completely drenched. Withdrawing my fingers from between her legs, I brought them to my lips and licked her dew from them. My wife lay there with a mixed look of horror and fascination on her face. She said nothing but continued looking on to see what we were going to do next.

Dropping to my knees in front of her, I spread her legs apart placing one up on the bedrail. Bringing my mouth to her cunt opening I extended my tongue and began to lick at it, slow and deliberate. Placing my hands on her ass I pulled her closer, mashing her cunny lips to mine, giving it a long and lingering kiss. Using my fingers to hold open her lips I forced my tongue deep into her snatch and proceeded to shoot my tongue in and out. My mother let out moans of delight and began grinding her pelvis back and forth on my face. I continued fucking her for several minutes with my tongue, before moistening several fingers and pushing them into her. Focusing my tongue instead on her exposed clitoris

My wife lay there, staring in awe as her husband ate out and finger fucked his mother. Saying nothing she appeared to be getting excited by the show we were presenting. My mother having her pussy finger fucked and her clit sucked, clenched her thighs around my hand. Shaking and moaning she gripped my head as she experienced her first orgasm. 

I stood up and pulled my shirt up over my head, my mother quickly started working on my pants and underwear. Pulling them down and around my waist I pushed them down and stepped out of them. My cock now rock solid, bobbed back and forth slapping my mothers tight stomach. My mother grabbed it and spreading her legs placed it between her thighs and closed them. Grinding her pelvis back and forth she attempted to make it harder than was possible. Releasing it she dropped to her knees in front of me and lifting it licked and sucked at my balls. Running her tongue up and down the veiny shaft, she moved up to the crown and placing it against her lips, gave it a small kiss with her soft lips.

Looking over at my wife with a smile on my face, I gripped the back of my mom's head and pushed forward, pushing my cockhead between her lips and into her mouth. Allowing it willingly to slide in and out of her mouth, she began to take it deeper and deeper into her throat, stopping only long enough to stroke it several times with her hand, before placing it back in her warm mouth. No porno ever turned me on as much as the sight of my sexy mother's mouth, bobbing up and down on my cock.

Looking over at my still shackled wife, her struggles long diminished, I saw beads of wetness dripping from her spread pussy lips. The little bitch had gotten turned on by our incestuous act. I started to wonder how far I could take this situation before something snapped.

"You want some of this" I said, still thrusting my hips into my mom's face. Withdrawing my cock from her mouth, I gripped it, waving it menacingly at my wife. "Or should I give it to her," I taunted. Speaking for the first time in minutes, Chris said "It's not right, it's not natural. "Neither was it for you to fuck my dad" I responded "but you did that with no problem."

"I guess you don't want this then," I said again waving my cock at her, "Oh well your loss." 

My mom had stood up by this time and was bent over the bedrail, staring at Chris's cunt several feet from her face. Aligning myself behind her I grabbed her hips, sensing my intent my mother thrust her ass up towards me. Holding my cock like a weapon I whipped it down on her upthrust rump. Seeing the torment we were giving Chris, my mother let out a moan as her ass made a cracking sound. 

"Honey," Chris said with a lustful look in her eye, "I do want that cock, but don't do this."

"You do huh," I said "Ok you can have, just as soon as I'm done with her." Lowering myself I aimed my cock at my mom's waiting hole and with several swipes up and down her slit to lube my tip, I eased into her pushing my cock past her outer lips. Only when my balls were resting against her protruding clitoris did I stop. Letting out a loud moan, she pushed back against my pelvis, trying to take my cock deeper. Slowly I pulled out before thrusting forward again, increasing the tempo of my thrusts, the room soon filled with loud plopping noise.

Chris looking on began to squirm on the bed, trying to control her arousal she tried in vain to relieve herself. Seeing her condition made my cock swell larger than I thought possible, the excitement made me thrust harder and faster. Several thrust later brought my mother to a mind blowing orgasm, gripping her ass cheeks I held on as she shook violently, warm liquid gushing from her pussy oozing down our thighs. 

Removing my cock, my mother walked around the side of the bed. Surprisingly it was Chris that moved her legs allowing my mother to lay down. Once on her back she lifted and spread her legs her gaping hole beckoning me to fill it. Walking around I gripped her thighs and placing my knob at her opening slid in, resuming to piston my rod in and out. 

Seeing Chris's condition I made my mind to help her, expecting rejection I placed a hand on her pelvis, immediately her legs spread open inviting further intrusion. I proceeded to rub my hand over her clit, parting her puffy outer lips with my middle finger brought moans of delight. 

Chris's shackled body thrusting against my hand and my mothers below me thrusting in sync with my own was almost more than I could take, I could tell from the rapid breathing of both woman that they would be cumming shortly. Removing my hand from Chris's twat and pulling my dick free from my mothers cunt, I reached into the dresser, removing the key to the handcuffs. 

Seeing the key in my hand Chris's face lit up. I expected all hell to break loose as I removed the second pair of cuffs from around her wrists. Pouncing on me as soon as the handcuffs were removed, Chris pushed me back onto the bed straddling my waist. My mother backed away as Chris sat on me, standing there not knowing what to expect. Chris wasted no time in reaching for my cock, lifting her ass in the air she placed it at the ready moist entrance to her love chute and with ease slid herself down on it. Rocking back and forth Chris began riding my dick, looking over at my mom she stopped mid stride, firmly seated against my balls she extended her hand out to my mother. "I'm sorry" she said "I really am, if you could forgive me I would like you to share your son with me."

My mother grabbed her hand and stepped forward, both woman embraced in a long hug. My mothers slightly larger breasts pressing firmly against the pert youthful tits of my wife's. I watched as their nipples hardened from the contact. Seeing that both woman were getting aroused by the embrace I decided to see where I could take this. "Give her a kiss" I said to my wife, thrusting up into her. My mother pulling her face away understood what I wanted, grabbing my wife's face in her hands she laid a passionate kiss on her lips. My wife kissed her back opening her mouth and sucking on my mothers tongue. Experiencing desire for another woman for what I assumed was the first time, they were soon a tangle of arms and mouths. My mother kissing her way down my wife's neck began licking and sucking at my wife's nipples, swirling her tongue around the little buttons before sucking them into her mouth. My wife's hands were also gently squeezing my mothers breasts in her hands, pinching her nipples between her fingers. 

Beginning to feel left out, I pulled my mother towards me on the bed. Straddling my shoulders she continued to suck at Chris's tits. Her pussy now hanging over my face I griped her ass and lowered her down onto my face licking the length of her slit, before parting her lips with my tongue and inserting it as far as I could. Fucking the two woman I loved the most I knew life could get no better. 

My cock slid in and out of Chris as my tongue did the same in my mother. Both woman had hands between the others legs and were working each others clits feverishly. Licking my mothers cunt while Chris fingered her, we took turns with our hands squeezing her large tits, my mother began to yell out to god as we ravished her body. Soon my mother was in the throes of an intense orgasm, shaking violently on my face I clamped down on her hole as the juice gushed into my mouth spilling out the sides and running down my face. Her orgasm subsided my mother lifted her leg over my head and sat down beside me on the bed to watch Chris and I fuck. 

All the while my mother was cumming in my mouth, Chris had maintained her tempo on my upthrust prick. Having my full attention, my wife raised herself up on her legs and in a squatting motion began to thrust herself down onto my pelvis, driving my cock deeper than ever before. I knew at this pace that we would both be at our peak quickly, reaching up to squeeze her tits I pinched her nipples roughly, this drew oohs and aahs and oh my gods, and I was sure that Chris was on the verge. Gripping Chris by her ass cheeks, I leaned her forward onto my chest and with several quick thrusts of my cock, she and I began to shake, simultaneously sharing one of the deepest and most intense orgasms that we have had together. Kissing my wife and then pulling my mother down to us, we all three shared a kiss before Chris and I got dressed and headed for home to clean up and discuss what had just happened. 

As we left the house the phone rang and before we closed the door I heard my mother say "Thank God, we just finished."

To be continued...



Expected Ch. 4



Chris and I showered together after arriving home. We discussed the events that led up to this afternoons sex romp between mom, her and I. I told her that after finding out about her and my Dads affair. Mom and I had been very shaken up. We had went up to the hotel room to freshen up and had ended up fucking all afternoon. I told her that that evening I had devised a plan to exact our revenge on them. We talked about how I hatched this scheme with Gina to set up my dad to show her exactly what she meant to him. I told her that since we had now begun a new phase of our lives that these new experiences would only help to bring the excitement back into our sex lives, we both agreed my family would play a huge part of that. Getting Dressed I explained that I needed to go to Gina's for the final phase of the plan. 

Gina came to the door wearing a short silken robe, greeting me with a huge smile and a big kiss she was the happiest I had ever seen her. Pulling me over to the sofa, Gina sat me down before Plopping herself on the other end. Gina said there was something she wanted to show me and quickly raised her hand and pointed the remote at the VCR. A movie came on the screen of some soap opera, and for a split second I thought my sister had fucked up. Glaring menacingly at her, before I could speak the movie changed and on the screen was my dad entering my sisters room, he was several steps behind her and from the angle of the camera you could see that he was attentively staring at Gina's delicious tush. The camera caught him as he moved the entertainment center away from the wall and then that's were the action began. The camera was able to get all my Dad's facial expressions as he peeked out from the sides of the center to look between Gina's legs. 

Gina sat on the sofa giddy with excitement. We said nothing to each other as we continued staring at the T.V. We watched as Dad walked over to the bed and sat beside her. The dialogue was barely audible, but you could tell from their actions what was happening. 

Looking towards my sister as she sat staring at the screen, I noticed that she had tucked her legs up under her arms, hiking her robe up around her waist. From where I sat I had a clear view of her neatly shaven snatch, still puffy and red from the punishment my dad's large cock had done to it earlier. Gina sat oblivious to the fact that I had given up looking at the screen and was now blatantly staring at her kitty. 

Looking back to the screen, I watched as Gina did to my dad what she was now doing to me. Giving him peeks of her pussy and tits was driving him wild with desire. I watched and listened as our father made an excuse to leave, and I smiled at how quickly Gina convinced him to stay. Glancing between Gina's legs again, I watched as she squirmed in her seat, clearly excited by the action on the screen, small beads of moisture glistened on her outer lips. 

I too was growing excited by the scene on the screen and the one going on live in front of me and had developed a nice bulge in my pants, adjusting myself I went back to watching the action on the screen. Gina had my dad lay down and as he did so, she made the excuse to remove his pants to make him more comfortable, my dad hesitating at first eventually gave in. As he lay there with his pants off, a clearly visible erection in his shorts. Gina pretending not to notice told him she was going to massage his temples. As she crawled up over my dad adjusting the pillows, she mashed her tits into his face and sitting back on her legs it was clearly visible to the camera that her skirt was bunched up around her waist as it was now and her pussy was inches from my poor father's face. He said something to the effect that her skirt was up and that the view was having an effect on him. Gina said that her pussy looked the same as when she was younger and that was when she lifted it up and thrust her hips out at our father. 

All of a sudden, my father came alive, jumping up on Gina his hands pulling her hips towards his face. Glancing towards Gina, she too had come alive; she had a hand between her legs and was rubbing her hand over her pussy. She was completely absorbed by the action on the T.V., as was I watching her next to me. Looking back towards the T.V my dad was all over my sister his hands grabbing her ass and pulling her towards him, pressing his face between her legs. Gina laughing giddily helped him out by straddling his face and lowering her pussy onto his mouth. 

I was hard as a rock and feeling very constrained by my pants. Gina mean while was busy rubbing her hand up and down over her mound, occasionally dipping several fingers between her lips. I was not feeling shy in the least bit by this time and decided to relieve my situation, unzipping my pants I pulled my bulbous cock free of my shorts. Gina took notice of what I had done, staring at my cock she smiled approvingly. Fingering her self she went back to staring at the T.V. Sitting there together playing with ourselves, we watched as Gina proceeded to give my dad head. Starting slowly she quickly became an expert and soon was almost completely taking his cock down her throat. 

"You and him are almost the same size," said my sister speaking for the first time since starting the movie. "You look a little bigger". 

"Thanks" I said sitting there stroking my engorged rod. "He's a hand and a half" she continued, "You look like at least two hands. 

Looking at her as she rubbed her pussy, I told her there was something I wanted to tell her. Turning her full attention to me for the first time I proceeded to tell her about mom and I. She didn't seem at all surprised by what I said, stating only that when I had asked her to seduce dad with mom's blessing she had figured that I had to be getting something out of it. I went on to tell her about what happened between mom, Chris and I. This seemed to surprise her a little, especially about how Mom and Chris had gotten it on together. 

"Well, it looks like you and I are the only ones not doing that" she said pointing towards the T.V. The scene she pointed to was a shot of my dad lining himself up behind her, her protruding ass cheeks waiting for him to get between them and slip his lubed up cock into her pussy. As he slid into her on screen, my sister scooted over to where I sat stroking my cock. Taking my hand away she wrapped her hand around my meat and began stroking me. Slowly bringing her face towards me, we kissed passionately. Reaching for the waistband of her robe, I pulled it open, sliding my hand up to her left breast I felt her nipple harden at my touch. Trailing kisses down her neck I worked my way down to her tit, sucking her nipple into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. 

Gina had one hand working my cock up and down and the other between her legs working her pussy. Placing my hand over hers, I gently removed her hand and placed mine against her fiery hot pussy lips, touching her sent a shudder thru her entire body. Her cunt was completely wet to the touch, easily slipping a finger between her lips, I inserted a finger into her cunny hole. Inserting two then three fingers, I worked them in and out, my sister never missing a beat continued her manual talents on my rod. 

We sat there playing with each other for several minutes, my fingers working in and out, my sisters' hand going up and down on my member. It was when I started rubbing her clit with my thumb that my sister came, shaking and shivering her climax lasted several minutes. Composing herself Gina hopped off the couch and kneeled between my legs. Grasping my cock in her hands she began giving me head, slowly licking my shaft like an Ice cream, she arrived at the purple knob and lifting her head popped it between her beautiful lips and down her throat.

To say she gave good head would be an understatement; she gave great head, her lips velvety soft her teeth scraping against the head ever so gently made my cock harder than I thought possible. Knowing that the afternoon fucking several hours earlier would enhance my stamina, I wanted to get a piece of my young sisters ass. Lifting her face with my hand, my sister intuitively knew what I wanted. Getting up from the couch I wiggled my pants off. Gina standing up let the robe fall to the floor, grabbing her around the waist, we embraced kissing passionately. Mashing our naked bodies together, I enjoyed the feel of her hard nipples pressed against my chest. My cock sprang up between her legs, wrapping her thighs around it she wiggled back and forth against me. Gripping her ass in my hands, I pulled her back onto the couch, straddling my hips Gina lifted herself up on her legs, her pussy hovering over my veined cock. 

Slowly she lowered herself taking my cock inch by inch deep into her womb. She rested her ass in my lap as we kissed and I sucked her tits. Slowly we began to thrust against each other, Gina raising herself almost to the tip of my purple knob before taking me completely back in. We kept up this tempo kissing passionately as we did so. I knew that I would be able last for a long time since I had nothing left in my ball sac to ejaculate. 

We fucked like wild animals, our hands exploring each others body as our tongues explored each other's mouth. I had not come yet and wanted hungrily to get between Gina's fine ass cheeks. Slowly I disengaged her from my cock and bent her over the sofa. Seeing her ass spread open and waiting for me to plow her, I had other Ideas. Feeling the tip of my pecker against her puckered brown shit hole, Gina quickly turned around staring intently into my eyes. I dribbled a small amount of spit down between her crack and watched as it pooled around the tip of my mushroomed head. Looking into her face I proceeded to push ever so slowly against her, allowing her to relax her sphincter muscles. Gently nudging a little harder and seeing the apprehension begin to disappear on Gina's face, I watched as her little hole relaxed and the crown start to slide in. Gina took a deep breath as she felt the crown start to part her opening and began pushing slowly back against me. Little by little, I watched as my cock slid past her tight sphincter ring and into her shithole. Soon I was all the way in and Gina's ass was sucking at my cock. Slowly and steadily I worked my cock in and out, the feeling of this new experience causing my dick to swell larger than ever before. I reached around and played with Gina's tits as I pumped her ass. Minutes passed with my cock gliding in and out of her firm ass.

Pressure welling up in my ball sac told me that I still had a little cumm left in them to coat my sister's insides with. Holding her tightly against my pelvis I came, shaking and thrusting deep into her I gave Gina all that was left in me. Gina wiggled her ass suggestively against my crotch as if begging for more of what I did not have. 

We showered cleaning all of our sexual juices from each other's bodies. I was unable to get another hard on as much as Gina tried. I kissed her goodnight just as the phone rang, it was Chris asking Gina what was taking me so long. Gina told her that I was on my way and that I could tell her when I got there.

To be continued...



Expecting



Part 1 

Expecting your arrival, you can imagine my anticipation, and yes, nervousness.

Getting ready, getting eveything right, and how I want it, is an experience in and of itself. Not quite sure if any man surely knows what women go through, for them. Clean, fresh, sweet smelling, and nicely primped. Not only for you, but also for myself. Gives an amount of confidence, that is definitely needed, to be with you. Thoughts, are of course, rampant in my mind. Dinner, stroll on the boardwalk, then what? Sex?

Yes, sex.......filling my mind with thought after thought, like a chain reaction....not only mental....but physical, hormonal.

Teeth chattering when I hear the doorbell ring. Running down the stairs, fast as I can, then slowly collecting myself, before I open the door. Being calm, and collected, not wanting to show any weakness. That is something that I just can't have. There are too many thoughts running through my head to recall the pleasentries exchanged, and before it seemed any length of time had past, we were on the boardwalk. It's a cool evening. The sky is clear, the air brisk enough for me to find comfort in your arms as we slowly stroll past the all too familiar sights. In the distance, we can hear music playing. Perhaps it is a dream from every girls childhood, or possibly only mine, to dance, on the boardwalk, in front of the passersby, not caring, or even noticing that there are any. This being the case, and my desire to fully be in your arms, and have you in mine, I ask you to dance with me. You smile, and perhaps with a slight chuckle, graciously oblige me. I am all too pleased, and show a grand ol' smile. You're sweet, and your touch is light, not pressing. The rhythm of the music is slow, and we follow it well.

My arms are wrapped loosely around your back......my fingertips dancing to the movements of the muscles in your back....I feel you take a breath of my hair, and perfume, and your fingers twirl in the strands that fall down from my shoulders. It's a tender, innocent moment. When the song ended, I reached up to you, and gave you a kiss, lightly just to the side of your lips. I thanked you, and as it was chilling, we returned to my house. As is with all wonderful moments in time, one never wants to have them end. Given this, I invite you inside. I can see your reluctance. After all, someone could be home. But, in fact, no one is. All away, gone, each for some reason or another. House, all to myself, I assure you. I take you by the hand, and lead you in. Turning on the foyer light, hearing the dogs bark, and showing you around a bit. My home, my life. We settle in the living room, where we sit on the couch. Not knowing where to go from there, I get lost in my rather typical rambling. After I realize I am doing it myself, which can at times, take awhile, I see you smile at me again. How endearing that is! and I have no choice, in my mind, at that point, but to kiss you. I lean in toward you, you do the same toward me. Your hand is at my chin, slowly guiding it to your mouth.

Our lips meet, gentle ease of motion. The kiss is slow. Our mouths mutually opening, awaiting the first that first feel of the tongues meeting, exploring. The kiss is perfect, moist and sensual; slow and passionate. I feel warm, and slightly taken aback by how wonderfully arousing that one kiss was. My hands never left your chest, which I felt gain in rapidity, as much as I could feel my own. We draw back, and you ask the time. 'It's late,' you say. I nod, in sadness. You tell me not to pout, and I ask for you to stay with me. Much to my surprise, and delight you agree. I cheerfully go get some pillows and blankets from the linen closet, in the next room.

While fetching those things, I have a little time to take in all that was happening. What I had just asked, and what it might have implied, without much more intention than not wanting you to go, and not wanting to be alone. Before my thoughts consume me too much, I hurry back to you. Your eyes are heavy, sleepy, and you yawn wide-mouthed as I hand you the things. I sit down closely next to you, putting my head onto your shoulder. Your arm wraps around me, and you give a gentle squeeze. I close my eyes, and yawn as well. Shaking off the sleep a little, I stand up, infront of you, taking both of your hands in mine, as you sit sleepily on the couch. I ask you to come with me, to sleep with me, in my room, in my bed, in my arms. Without a word, you follow, up the oh-so long trip up the stairs.

Part 2

So, as it was left, I was leading you up the stairs, and into my bedroom. Luckily, I had only just cleaned it the day before, so there wasn't any bras, or panties flung around anywhere. Yes, all was in order, nothing to cause me any anxiety, besides the obvious. But oddly enough at wasn't afraid, or worried. I was at ease, calm, comfortable, but very tired. It had been a long and delightful, however wearing day, and I felt it. It was fairly obvious that you did as well, for I could hardly see those charming brown eyes.

I went into my bathroom, changed into a tee shirt to sleep in, and got ready for bed. When I came back in, you were already laying in the bed, with your eyes closed. I slowly crawled in next to you, not sure if you were asleep or not. As I did this, you opened your eyes, put your arm back around me, and kissed my forehead. With that, I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

When I awoke the next morning, you were still sleeping, quite soundly it seemed. I sat up, yawning, kissed your cheek and went downstairs so as to not wake you. Not too long after, you joined me. I was sitting on the countertop, eating cereal, a personal favorite. I directed you toward the coffee, and other morning associations. Instead though you came, stood in front of me, and pulled me toward you. I smiled, and put down the bowl, then threw my arms around your neck, and let my legs, sway gently across yours. We kissed, and you pulled me closer, holding me tight.

I slowly came off the counter, into your arms, and pressed myself up against you. I moved my hands up the back of your shirt, feeling the warm flesh of your back. You kissed me again, more passionately, harder, and lifted me back onto the counter. I pulled your shirt off, feeling your chest, and wrapping my legs around you to bring you to me again. As you kissed down my neck, I could feel your hands on my breasts.....gently feeling, and squeezing, through the thin material of my night shirt. My nipples were quickly responding to your touch, getting stiff, and sensitive. I easily push you a way, just a little, and slip my top off, revealing those tight little pink nipples, and breasts. I hop off the counter, and come back to you, seeing the growth in your shorts. I again pressed up to you, our bare upper bodies moving against one another. I slowly slide down the length of your body, kissing my way down. I kneel down, taking my hand, and rubbing your ever growing hardness through your shorts. I carefully unzip them, and pull them to the floor, exposing your large thick cock.

I take it into my warm soft hand, wrappin it lousy around the shaft, and rise back up, letting the tip rub against my right tit as I do. As I arouse your cock, with my hand, and fingers......my thumb gently rubbing the tip, feeling the slight ooze of precum......circling it around. As I do this, you take first my nipple into your mouth, softly pulling it with your teeth, then sucking on my breasts. I take your head in my hands, and feel through your hair, as you do, closing my eyes, as I do so. I take you back up and kiss you, grabbing your hand, and leading you to the living room. Knowing full well that you are looking me head to toe, being further stiffened, by the sight of those pretty lace panties.

Part 3

Leading you to the living room, turning around, letting you look me over. I take your hands, and place them back onto me. You feel the curves of my hips, and slip your fingers between the elastic of those pretty white lace panties. Slowly inching them down. There I stand, before you, nude, giving myself to you. Self conscious, and of course nervous as I feel your look. We move onto the floor where the pillows and blankets from the night before still lie. Carefully you settle me down, and then proceed in giving soft warm kisses over my body.

As you kiss, I feel your hand glide between my legs, exploring my nicely shaved pussy. Your fingertips lightly peruse over the top, and then slide in, massaging my swollen clit. I softly moan, at this, and grow quite moist, and want to have you deep inside. You stop, and look at me, as if gaining my absolute assurance that this is what i want. I nod, and caress down your back, to your nice firm ass, squeezing it tenderly, pulling you closely toward me. You slowly push into me, rubbing the tip of your cock the length of my now fully wet opening. You pay special attention to my clit, before entering me. As you go deeper, teasing me, pulling out, and then gently re-entering, going further, and repeating until, I am in a frenzy. Chest heaving, deep moaning, heavy breathing, intense heat, until you are completely in, and we move together....each thrust met.

It doesn't take long before I climax. Clenching tightly around your cock, pulsing, I scream....and bury my fingertips into your back as I cum. Exhausted, shortly after I fall asleep, to your sweet little kisses.

THE END... or just the beginning?? Hummm



Expecting



Sick thoughts. They were sick, sick thoughts. Yet no matter how much he tried to get them out of his head, they came back – whispered to him, tapped on his shoulder like the first wisps of smoke from a building on fire.

Everyday, as he walked into his friendly San Francisco office he couldn't help but notice the curvature of her body. The perfectly packed pout of her round girlish ass. The elegant slope of her forearm to finger. The rosy as red apple sheen to her hormonal skin. And most of all her bump – just three months and growing in her warm, voluptuous oven.

This would be Greta's second child – and he knew that the last thing on her mind was another boy from the office. She had her man. The father of her child and children to be. The one that planted the seed deep inside of her and anxiously awaited it to blossom from her womb.

But still, if she had any kind of sexual radar on in her expectant body she must know. She must sense his body grow weak every time she cozied up within several inches of him. She must have felt the air sucked into his lungs – or a slight change in body temperature whenever he had to glide by her and her ass as she bent over to reload a printer, or unshelve a useful volume for company research. 

She was older than him – perhaps even a decade. Her powers of detection must have been strong enough to know.

He was a mess and he was in lust with this girl. And she was pregnant.

And that was life. And it was beautiful.

ROBERT AND KATRINA

Robert lived with his girlfriend outside the city in an urban neighborhood.

At 27 he had developed a fairly disciplined but fulfilling life. His girlfriend Katrina was two years younger than him, and she had brought the cat, and the plants, and the love into his life. 

She was shorter than him too, and had a fondness for old jazz records, childlike poetry, kids, and riding her bicycle.

She was kind of a blessing for the lonesome dreamer Robert – who was more of a writer/poet/musician type – although what he really didn't mind doing was getting his hands on a box of pastels and drawing. Big colorful messes of art – some of which he deemed 'worthy' and others he kind of crumpled up or disregarded. On a Sunday before work, Robert would sit in the window of the couple's loft, look out into the courtyard, and just let his hands talk.

This particular Sunday he felt compelled to draw in peaches and reds. He picked up and tried each pastel before holding it at the top of the paper and then arcing his wrist and pulling the line down, until it resembled something like a half moon. It really felt good to just let go, and he kept picking Earthy colors and making the arches.

It was springtime and outside he could see the leaves starting to bud and the flowers starting to turn their many colors. The pollen was in the air and he was a bit drunk on the whole moment.

As he picked up a sea blue he got this image in his head of that arch he kept drawing. Except it wasn't blue but burning red. He could almost touch it in his subconscious, but was afraid to – like he might get an electric shock or something. It was full, and light red, and smooth – just like Greta's belly at work. 'Oh,'he thought, semi-deleriously yet enraptured. 'What an image.'

To honor her arch he delicately rubbed in the rest of the image. And then sat back and looked at his art – to see if it did her and her arch any justice.

He breathed heavily. An ocean of a breath. And just then he felt a body get close to his.

'Hi honey' said Katrina. 'I brought you something to drink.'

She handed him a lemonade. 'Nice moon, Robert,' she said in a half-mocking, half-appreciative way.

'Thanks' Robert said dreamily. 'I really like this moon.' Katrina started to run her hands through his hair, and Robert suddenly felt a wash of warmth spread across his inner thighs. 

'Mmm, you love me, don't you?' he said to Katrina, extending a hand to ample bosom in a light spring dress.

'Not so fast,' she said. 'You have to drink my lemonade.'

'Very well then,' Robert said, removing his hand. 

He sipped the lemonade, and they discussed their plans for the week. Katrina had arranged for them to go see a comedy show that her friend was appearing in North Beach. It was actually in the basement of an older church called St. Agnes. 

As he put down his finished glass Robert looked out the window at the trees.

'What's wrong?'Katrina asked her preoccupied mate.

She ran her hand over his head and kissed his brow. Her sweet air made him awake once again and he began kissing her wet, feminine lips. She removed her eyeglasses and pushed herself into the moment. He felt her young body close in on his frame and he let one hand fall to her buttocks as he groped her bosom and kissed her deeply.

The two bodies hovered over to the couch, and he felt all the muscles in the insides of his thighs tighten as he began to thrust his body on top of hers. She whimpered slightly and kissed him back, then let her soft white hands undue the top of his trousers as he hiked up her skirt and laid his palm on her magnificently hot and wet vulva, which was now crying through her panties for attention.

Pulling the white cloth aside he let two of his fingers slide into her abyss, nudging each one in up to the knuckle, and then daring to let a third hang down to tease his girlfriend's little sensitive asshole.

She really liked it when he did that – and he began to push more aggressively against her parts as she rocked her soft comforting body against his on the couch.

'Robert' she moaned. 'I love you.'

'I love you too honey,' he said, wrenching his spry, long dick free from his boxers and guiding it towards her hungry cunt. The first kiss of her wet pussy on the head of his cock sent convulsions of pleasure throughout his abdomen, and he felt the sudden pressure to fill her up – to fill her completely up – and to deposit all of his spunk deep in her core. 

He angled his pelvis to push her legs apart as she wrapped her arms around him and spread her thighs, and he inched his member down her vaginal tract, bit by bit, deep inside, spreading her hot labial flesh and causing her to naturally bring her knees up to her chest and rock back and forth in a reflex to fucking. 

As her body quieted down and got used to his thick size she began to feel her muscles tingle, then tighten. 'Don't stop' she breathed. Don't stop.'

He quickened his pace, lightening his jimmy in and out of her, feeling the pressure build inside of him each time his balls slapped against her round ass.

'Oh Robert, fuck me," she whined pornographically. 

He heaved heavy air like a horse moving forward and he felt her hole tighten as the beads of sweat began to glisten and run off his back.

Her whole body began to tighten and spasm, and she began to climax on him – squeezing uncontrollably tight, digging her nails into his back and fucking every one of his deep thrusts back. As he felt her cry out and peak he decided to let go and reached for an image that would send him over the top. He pictured himself in a black room with a woman – with Greta – thrusting in and out of her little ass. The streams of cum started to mingle in Katrina's cunt – and Robert began to give in at her urging. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled it into his chest as he rocked harder and harder and deeper until he spasmed and his thick load shot out on her insides. His body kept moving quick, but he instantly felt cooler and felt a sort of numbness spread like a mild ice cream headache from the bottom of his spine to the front of his brain. His body relaxed and he knew he had peaked. The two of them lay there on the couch on a Sunday afternoon in the euphoric glow of post-coital conquest. 'Oh shit, 'Robert said. 'Oh shit.' She ran a hand across his chest and teased its hair and nipples. They were in love.

GRETA'S ITCH

Greta spent most of her mornings behind her desk, dutifully working.

She was a Dutch girl from Utrecht, and she took her job pretty seriously. But every now and then she clicked over to a Dutch women's forum to read up on other women and their bumps. Most of the topics were standard – about hormones and the nesting instinct – but one caught her eye.

'Does your pregnancy make you insatiable?'it read in Dutch. She went on to explore the list and read the testimonies of many different Dutch women who found themselves not only with morning sickness in the first trimester, but craving physical attention from their husbands. 

Though she would blush to admit it to anyone in the office, these women were right. She had never felt (or it seemed looked) as sexy as she did when she was pregnant.

Her ash brown hair looked alive. The early wrinkles under her eyes seemed to heal up.

It must be a girl she thought – for all of these female hormones to be exploding all over her body. 

'Oh my God – it's so sexy' she thought. She thought of her husband Max fucking her the way he did. He was a really good lay – and he had a nice sized dick. Just the thoughts of sizing up her husbands elephant trunk exciting her and she thought she really just had to go pee to cool herself off, and let some of that hot piss satisfy her for now.

She got up from the desk and started to walk towards the door when Robert came in.

Robert was about 7 years younger than she was, she reckoned, and he was the cutest boy at work – the one that was a little shy, but with a sweet side. The one, who if stuck on a desert island with, she would have no problem using to continue the human species.

'Good morning, Robert,'she said in her soft Germanic accent. 'Good morning, Greta'he replied. There was something so comforting in his body – she thought. Whenever she had to get close to him in the office it was as if every muscle relaxed. Sex signals, she thought. Radar. She was no twit. Buts she had a date to go the restroom and to ease her itch.

In the restroom she guided herself towards the last stall and sat down. There was a newspaper on the floor and she began to read on about those funny Americans Jessica Simpson and Angelina Jolie – as her naked finger snaked its way up and down her ravine. 

She looked down and she liked what she saw. She loved her vagina – and she loved it more now that she was pregnant. She loved tracing a signature over her pink lips and relished pushing her clit ever so slightly. She began to work her slender fingers and developed a sort of groove or rhythm as she read on about the news. She knew she really shouldn't get off in the ladies toilet, but her finger kept its rhythm and so she began to squeeze her leg muscles and rub her flesh. 

She began to think about Max and his big muscle and how it filled her box up. She really enjoyed the late night fuckings they had had. But she knew that not just Max could get her off in a quick way so she would have to go a little dirty. As she toyed with her wet flesh she began to envision another man – a bit silent, a bit dark, but handsome and warm – with a long body, and a long penis.

As he guided her to the bed in her fantasy she opened herself to him and let him have his way with her. She enthusiastically sucked him and let him have her ass and her face and finally her pussy - yes her pussy, where he would shoot his thick hot load. Mmm. The pleasure.

She continued to itch at herself – building a rhythm and embracing the strong man of her fantasy who took her ass, who took her everything, who used her like a rubber and threw her away. 

Christ he was big. He stretched her with that big cock... GASP. When you withhold a loud orgasm the one that comes is a bit different and Greta essentially felt her body implode. It was like that idea of seeing stars. She felt a bit delirious and her body began to chill and convulse. Cold sweat built up on the back of her neck. She was light headed but then reclaimed her sense of place 

'Ah,' She thought. 'Now that is what English-speakers call 'the big O.''

After she had calmed her pink pussy lips in the ladies, Greta returned to clarity. She remembered that Max was having a show that Thursday night in a comedy production in North Beach.

She had promised him to get as many of her coworkers to come, and so she dutifully announced to her coworkers when she got back from the ladies that they should all come and spend $5 to see Max and his colleagues perform at the church.

'I'm going, Robert' said matter of factly. 'My girlfriend's sister is in that show.'

Robert looked cute, Greta thought in a relaxed way. Maybe he was her mystery date in the ladies. 'Oh,' Greta smiled from behind her work station. 'See you there.'

BARE AS A BODKIN

City Thursdays in Spring sometimes were wet and moist, sometimes were cold and windy, but on special occasions were humid and warm a prelude to summer.

Bars filled up after work, and all the good looking city people got together to drink beer, shoot pool, and engage in ancient courting rituals.

While Katrina and Robert needed neither spirits nor atmosphere to get their grooves on, they decided to have a few beers before catching her sister Lila in the show at St. Agnes.

The performance was called "Bare as a Bodkin" and it was some sort of raunchy take on Shakespeare. As they walked to the theater the two began to hold hands.

'You know some people from work might be here tonight,' Robert said trying to make small talk.

'Oh yeah, who?' asked Katrina. 'Well, I know that Greta's husband Max is performing, so I guess we'll see Greta.'

'Oh' said Katrina. 'That's cool.'

Robert could tell that Katrina was a bit jealous. The truth was she knew that he probably liked her – she knew her boyfriend's postures, his language, the way he said a woman's name. Sensing his girlfriend's apprehension he decided to proclaim her lack of accessibility to him.

'Yeah, she's expecting,' he said.

'Oh yeah?' Katrina said, returning from her analytical detachment. 'How far a long is she?'

'Three months, 'Robert answered.

When they got to St. Agnes they saw that it was going to be a big show. The line was out the church's basement door and all sorts of hipster kids were outside smoking and joking.

Katrina and Robert waited in line, and slowly worked their way to the table where two young women, dressed as nymphs out of A Midsummer Night's Dream, took their $10 and stamped their hands. They then proceeded into the main chamber, which was entirely black and surrounded by bleachers. Katrina and Robert worked their way up to the top of one side and got a good seat. 

Robert strained to recognize any of the guys from work, but couldn't see anybody. Then out of the corner of his eye he spied her shape across the stage and at the front row. She was dressed in a dark velvety dress and had on black heels. She looked SEXY.  

The bleachers began to fill up until the whole room was heavy with breathing and anticipation – when one of the nymphs came on stage and launched into a very risqué sonnet. The audience laughed, but Robert was preoccupied with the mass across from him. He thought about her bump and he felt a noticeable twang in his penis.

There were several men on stage, but Robert couldn't tell which one was Max. He assumed he was the bigger guy – but who knew. All he knew is that he just wanted to keep sneaking glances at his coworker Greta, and he did until she got up about half an hour into the show – just about the same time he felt a pressure on his bladder from the beer he had had earlier.

He asked one of the non-acting nymphs to point him towards the restrooms and she instructed him to go through a series of doors towards the back of the church, behind the kitchen. He almost got lost, but finally wound his way through the maze to the men's restroom where he let go of his huge burden. He cleaned himself off and buttoned up and turned around to leave, all the time thinking of Greta and her legs and her bump, and her smile. He 'must have a crush'he thought, hoping that if he classified his emotions they would go away.

But then he saw her coming the opposite direction. In her gorgeous medieval outfit. Their eyes met and he felt like he had been shot with 120 volts of energy.

'Hi Greta.'

'Oh – it's so good you came,' she said. She seemed cheerful and less industrious than her normal workself. They exchanged a bit of awkward body language but then Robert blurted out 'You look really nice tonight.'

'Thank you, so do you' she said. This was terrible he thought. He had to do something. He had to say something, and the alcohol in his system just let his true thoughts slip out without warning.

'I think you look really nice – especially because you are pregnant,' he said. 

'Oh you are not the only one who has noticed,' Greta replied with a grin. 'I have noticed too. I think I am having a girl because of all this estrogen in my body. 'She reached down and touched her bump and moved closer to him.

'Here, feel,' she said. 'Feel my bump.' She pulled her nervous hand closer and put it on her belly. 

The bump felt somewhere between soft and hard. He was nervous to touch it too heavily, but felt calmed by the bump. She looked up at him, a kind of deep glare in her eyes and breathed heavily. 'You know Robert,' she said with a hysterical tinge to her voice.

'I really want to kiss you. Will you kiss me?'

he leaned forward and kissed her forehead and then her nose, and then...my God...her mouth. 'I just feel so sexy since I have been pregnant,' Greta said sensitively, wrapping her arms around his tree trunk of a waist. 'I just feel so aroused all the time.'

They began to kiss and Robert felt like a 14 year old in the middle of his first time. The air seemed so cold and he felt afraid because he was kissing another man's wife, and afraid because she was pregnant, but overwhelmed by whatever pheromones escaped from her body and deeply in love with her scent, a scent he had breathed so deeply.

'Please come with me' she said, leading him down a hall way through a door to a dark room. She flicked on a switch and there hung many robes worn by priests and lay people.

'Here' she said, 'help me take this thing off.' Robert helped her lift the skirt off her trim body revealing nothing underneath but her angelic form – her tiny, yet swollen breasts, like a 15 year-old's, so soft they would fit perfect in his hand. And of course her tummy, which started at the base of her rib cage, and protruded out in a natural arc just like he had thought of – perfect, hot and growing.

'Can I?,'Robert hesitated. 'Can I kiss it?' She planted hot kisses on his cheeks and guided his face down to her bump. He kneeled before her and began to plant little daisies of kisses along the lining of her skin, hiding them in her pelvic valleys, and stopping to feel her curly black pubic hair tickle his chin.

She looked so gorgeous in the cloakroom light and he felt a bit overwhelmed down on his knees. But he stood up and she began to unbutton his shirt and pants. They soon were both completely hot and naked and she decided to take advantage of the situation.  

'Robert – I want you to fuck me'she said. 'I want you in every orifice of me'she said as she guided his cock towards her thigh. She then slowly kneeled down and began to plant kisses along his rod, looking up to savor the feeling of another man's big dick in her palm. Robert, as she expected, was quite long and thick and engorged by the sight of her angelic body. She felt so hot as she let his big thickness come into her mouth. She toyed with his p-spot as he grabbed masses of her hair and stood at attention and continued to bob her head up and down on his big dick. He mumbled and a certain giddiness began to spur in his testes as the night air hit his shaft as she savored him. He thought about where he would fuck her, in her throat, in her puckered little ass, that tight little ass, and finally deep in her mystic oven, where the next generation was brewing.




Expecting



With a surging throttle of testosterone in his body he lifted her off the ground and spun her around, forcing her to plant her hands on the floor. He guided his wet and limber gun to the crease in her little buttocks and began to slide it down the crack to the hole where he rested its crown and began to apply gentle pressure.

'Oh this is so what I need'Greta yelped. Her small hand reached up from behind and rolled Robert's thick muscle, kneeding it centimeter by centimeter into her dark anus, pushing up and out with her muscle, hoping for the thick mushroom cap of his manhood to pass through the rim so she could really fuck her young catch.

Robert's skin was tight but he plugged away, trying to groove into her hole until he felt it give way and the muscle tighten as he glided himself into her cavity.

'Ooooh' Greta moaned in complete and deep surrender to him. "mmmmmm please just fill it all in."

Her body began to relax as Robert felt his precum mingle in her anus and felt a long soothing vibration travel up and down his penis. Her ass was so tight, and she was so small that he felt completely in control – so big as to damage, yet so gentle as to treat her the way she so badly needed to be treated. He cupped her small breasts in his hands and continued his smooth strokes until he felt he was going to come. Instead he pulled out and let her lay in the crablike position, sucking her thumb in place of a cock, and then turned her over and laid his hand between her inner thighs.

'Are you sure you want me to do this?' he asked adjusting his cock – stretched and red, but still potent. 'Yes,'she said. 'I want you to show me how it is done.'

He nosed his dick up to her tight little cunt and this time had no problem erecting himself inside of her cunt. The two of them relaxed as he felt his penis relax and spread his little girlfriend wide and raw.

He then began to slide his finger into her ass causing her to shudder and traced another around her lips, her smooth womanly lips, inserting a few in her mouth as he began to slowly fuck her body from behind.

Greta was thoroughly in dream land now, and Robert felt in control of that dream. He continuously pumped until he approached a rhythm close to deep fucking, but slower and funkier.

She did have a tight little box, and it felt, and smelled good. He always could smell really good pussy from far away, and this was no different. As he inched in and out of her cunt he began to think of her tight ass and her arc and started to ride her rougher and dig his fingers deeper into her ass and stick his fingers deeper into her throat, rocking her sweet ass up and down and around on the floor of the priest's office. While the room was moderately warm their two bodies began to instantly heat up, his cock becoming more sensitive, her body more malleable until he felt her torso tighten and the first twitches from her very loved vagina.

'You have to finish the job' Greta moaned deliriously as he pumped both her ass and her wet cunt harder at the same time. He laid her flat on a carpet in the room and leveraged his body weight to give his strokes more pressure on her little vagina. And he let go thinking of that arc and her hot little body until he felt her shudder and cry – cry real tears. He kept going and pushing and found an angle that gave him maximum stimulation as he slid in and out of her pregnant gash. 'You want to be fucked'he thought. 'I will fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.' He felt this odd mix of love and lust – of aggression and sweetness.

She bucked her hips and cried more 'please Robert, please'she gasped and her muscled tightened, her face deep in the carpet, her rump hot and in his sweaty palm, her mount sweaty with cum and juices, and her bump erotically bulging forward with every knock from her stud. The sight of her made Robert lose his concentration and he began to cum, bucking her faster and faster until he felt the pressure release and a torrent of slop shot deep inside somewhere of Greta as she felt the cum hit her interior and the weight of her man on her back, fucking her like a bitch. Fucking her like the bitch she was in all her fantasies. She felt her own body succumb to the ocean, like she was underwater, like a big wave hit her and was throwing her against the bottom of the sea floor. And then she just stopped. 'Stop' she cried. 'wait...wait'

Things became very peaceful and the room came back in focus. Robert pulled out of his lover and felt this wash of insecurity and emotion ride all over his body. 

'Thank you' she said, gasping. 'I really needed that.'

The hot duo cleaned up and kissed a few more times then decided that one would go up several minutes before the other. Greta kissed sweet Robert one more time as he placed his sticky and raw member back in his pants.

She returned to her seat at the side of the court, a solid 45 minutes after she had left. Robert, as usual, explained to Katrina that he had just met an old friend of his in the rest room and they had got to talking. 

Katrina, smelling the sex on Robert, smiled, deeply aroused by what her man had just done, and couldn't wait to drag him home, pounce on him, and make him tell her every last, dirty detail.



Expecting



Lisa Fuller woke up from a sound sleep. Her eyes crusty and her body aching, she pushed herself out of bed. She shouldn't have had to struggle so hard to lug herself out of bed--she was only eighteen years old after all--but she had a special reason for being so sluggish. The huge, swollen dome underneath the blanket was a clear indication that she was carrying a stowaway. Lisa winced as stood up, using her arm to balance herself on the bed.

She was an unusually beautiful young girl; pale, alabaster skin, shimmering blue eyes, wonderfully pink lips and a mane of long, straight, golden-bright hair. Even aching and clearly not feel her most glamorous, she was a vision. It was difficult to clearly define her figure underneath the over-sized pajamas she was wearing but prior to the pregnancy she must've been a slim waif of a girl; not bony by any means but certainly not natural thick or with an even moderately curvaceous body type.

She had the natural bone structure and frame of a European runway model only without the elitist swagger or perpetual upturned chin. She was just an average American teenage girl, only with a hugely distended belly.

"Callie?" she whined.

Lisa's sister, Callie, walked into the room with attentive concern.

"Umm, can we go to O'Malley's?" Lisa asked.

"You need something at the market?"

Lisa scratched her head. "I was thinking of getting some milk."

"How's the baby?" Callie asked, wearing a motherly smile.

"Good. She was rolling around in there all night, restless. She's sleeping now, though. I'm glad at least one of us is getting a decent round of sleep," Lisa mused.

"Well, I've gotta go to that little clothing store next door, so maybe you can get what you need and then come over to where I am? How's that?" Callie offered.

"That sounds fine. Thanks, sis. But, hey, if I'm a little touchy today, don't take it personal, okay? I'm just a little irritable, that's all." Lisa warned.

"Oh, I know how it is. I'll try to stay on your good side." Callie grinned before walking out of the room.

Due to the pregnancy, Lisa's once small but pert breasts were now straining against her skin, bulging at least a cup size over their original dimensions. Her nipples were already sensitive and sore in preparation for all of the breastfeeding she was going to be doing.

"How do girls with huge knockers do it?" Lisa said, adjusting her breasts within the confines of the tight-fitting bra.

Callie hopped into her car and waited as Lisa waddled out towards it, her belly easily a pace ahead of the rest of her.

It was a cool, breezy, beautiful spring day. Unfortunately, Lisa's hormones were driving her towards 'perilously volatile' status. With Callie she could control herself, but she knew that any strangers would be on thin ice is they did even the slightest thing to irritate her. It wasn'ther fault, really, just a bi-product of her pregnancy.

The ride to the market helped calm her nerves a tad, since it was such a smooth, easy ride and they made it through a gauntlet of green lights. Lisa and her big sis exchanged some small talk before arriving at the market.

As Callie pulled the car into a spot right close to the market entrance, she shut off the ignition and looked over at Lisa knowingly. "Take it easy in there, okay?" Callie said with a smirk. "...and try to keep your temper in check. If you fly off the handle..."

"Be sure to apologize and blame it on the pregnancy," Lisa said, echoing words she's heard Callie tell her many a time before. "I know."

Callie looked down at Lisa's hand, and at her bare wedding ring finger. "You know, you should wear that phony ring, just in case."

"Oh yeah," Lisa remembered, fishing a silver ring out of her pocket and slipping it on her wedding ring finger.

"You know how bullshit people can be when they see a pregnant girl who's not hitched." Callie said.

"Like I give a shit." Lisa retorted with a passive snicker.

"It just makes things easier on you. That way, all of the old ladies can fawn all over you and ask you about the baby without whispering in their bingo circle about "that-unwed-pregnant-teen-they-met-in-the-supermarket.". Callie said.

"Yeah, yeah," Lisa joked. "Don't you have some clothes to rifle through?"

"Yup!" Callie said as she shuffled out of the car, with an agility that Lisa envied.

Callie shut her door and made for the clothing shop that was part of the mini-mall connected to O'Malley's. "Don't forget to lock your door!" Callie said over her shoulder as she made her way up the crosswalk.

Lisa winced as she rose on weak legs, her back arching to supported the extra weight in her tummy. She exhaled frustratingly, muttering to herself, "No, thanks, sis, I got it from here!" 

Lisa crossed the crosswalk, passing an elderly couple as she did. They both smiled warmly at her as they passed. Lisa typically got positive feedback from strangers about her pregnancy, especially when she wore the ring. Unfortunately, the father of Lisa's baby didn't deem the situation sufficient to propose to her. Instead, he booked it and went back to his mom's house in Kentucky. Lisa decided not to file for child support payments.

She could be snarky, a little snappy and definitely short-tempered at times, but Lisa wasn't a vindictive person. She knew that Mark, the baby's father, was never in their relationship for the long term, he just wanted sex with a willing teenage girl. He was 24 and she was barely 17 when she became pregnant. 

Technically, this constituted statutory rape and he knew it. It wasn't that he worried about. In fact, bragging to his buddies that he was getting a girl her age into bed wasn't a mark of shame, but a badge of honor. When he discovered she was pregnant, though, the thought of fatherhood shattered his porn fantasy dream and reality crashed down on top of him. He did what most cowards do--he ran.

Lisa was an emotionally and physically independent girl, though, and only relied on Callie for any help. Beyond that, though, she was her own woman. Screw Mark if he didn't know a good thing when he had it. "Fine, leave town." was Lisa's point of view. She didn't need that type of man in her life. Unfortunately, it took an unplanned pregnancy to convince her of this.

Lisa grabbed a shopping cart and made her way inside. Sure, she was just there to get milk, but she was also an 18-year old girl. She stood at the magazine rack for what seemed like ages, looking over teen-centric magazines: the heartthrob flavors of the month, the girlish pop stars, the new "it" girls, they were all present. It was a wall of Photoshopped faces, caked in make-up and bright, toothy smiles. 

Deep down, Lisa envied them, making their millions in big cities, idolized by legions of raving, loyal fans. The thing she envied the most was that none of them had the swelling concavity jutting out from above their belts that she had. With a private, muffled sigh, she put back the magazine she'd be scanning over and swung the shopping cart towards the back of the store where the milk freezers were.

Having to pass through an aisle that contained frozen desserts, her temptations crept up on her. She looked over the chocolate cream pies and the cheesecakes, her mouth watering. Lisa knew, though, that if she had any hope of losing the baby weight she'd have to control her taste buds and keep her impulses under lock and key.

With great regret, she finally drug the cart to the milk freezers. Upon reaching the frosted freezer doors, though, she noticed that the milk she wanted was way in the back, just barely within arm's reach. She's have to lean in, though, and squat a bit to reach it which, in her current physical condition, wasn't an easy task. She stared at the freezer, formulating a way to solve the problem.

"You need some help?" a calm voice called out.

Lisa looked over her shoulder and there stood a young man of about his mid-twenties from the looks of him. He was carrying a store basket with a few sundry items. His smile was easy and non-threatening. Clean-shaven and well-groomed, he was dressed in a suit jacket, collared shirt and slacks. There was a definite boyish handsomeness there.

Lisa didn't really care, though. She just wanted at that milk. "Yeah, actually. The milk is stuck back there. I'd reach in myself but I'd probably just fall over," she quipped, trying to keep her tenor personable but not overly friendly. She had been the subject of unwanted male advances in situations similar to these and, although he was handsome, her hormones had switched her into hunger mode, not romance mode.

The young man set his basket down and hurriedly held the freezer door open, deftly leaning in and snatching the milk out for her with nary a labored exhaled breath.

"Thanks," she said, careful not to keep eye contact as he set the milk down inside her cart, lest he think she was being wily and flirtatious. She nodded as she pushed the cart past him.

"Oh, no problem at all," he said as she moved away.

Leisurely perusing the fruit section, Lisa noticed some delicious looking mangos--mangos were her favorite--and she was drawn to them.

The young man, her white knight, had strayed towards the other end of the store, having helped Lisa and collected his own gallon of milk. A muffled ringing noise clattered from inside his jacket pocket. He fished out his cell phone and answered it. "Hi, mom," he said, chatting for a minute or so with an unabashed grin on his face, before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Having filled his basket to capacity, he was heading for the cashier when the idea struck him to snatch up a few bananas, even if they'd be piled on top on the small basket. Lisa, on the other hand, was dealing with a bit of a conundrum. Reaching for a particular mango amidst a pile of mangos, she caused the pyramidal fruit structure to become dislodged and crumble, with a number of mangos rolling across the carpeted fruit aisle floor.

Lisa exhaled, with rapid and burgeoning vexation, and attempted to crouch down but realized there were probably a dozen mangos rolling about the floor, mocking her. Her pulse was quickening, her rage simmering, boiling to the surface. She went to fetch up the pieces of stray fruit when someone crouched down in front of her and started fetching up the fruit for her. It was her boyish white knight again.

He chuckled, "It's a good thing I decided to swing back to the fruit aisle for some bananas. These mangos can be tricky little buggers, though."

Lisa, still chafed, put one hand on her hip and tucked strands of her tussled hair behind her ear. She didn't like this feeling of helplessness, of being waited on hand and foot by strangers. Belly or not, she wasn't going to stand there like a store window mannequin. She crouched down, her stomach pressing against her thighs, and started grabbing for some of the mangos.

The two of them stood up carrying their finds, and managed to reset the fruit pyramid. The young man made sure to assemble it so it wouldn't topple again. He turned to her. "It happens. Are you okay?"

Visibly, she wasn't nearly as personable or receptive as she were before. The veneer of civility was quickly fading. She blinked, eyes glanced off to the side in a passive-aggressive stance. He got the message.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks again," she said, her face betraying the otherwise kind words, before she gathered up a few select mangos for herself and firmly drove the cart away from the scene.

He felt as though the floor beneath him had become brittle as eggshell and each step from then on had to be measured and delicate. The air grew instantly icy as he saw her angelic face display clear and unapologetic disdain. He figured, though, that she was the type of girl who had to fend guys off constantly and, pregnant or not, the advances persisted and she'd grown increasingly impatient with them.

The man mentally flashed back to ensure that, in their two encounters, he didn't make as though he were hitting on her because he clearly wasn't. His approach to her would've been the same approach to a six-year old boy reaching for milk or an aged woman who'd spilled a totem of fruit.

He decided to scoop up the rest of his dignity and be off. As he rounded the corner of the aisle heading towards the row of cashiers, he realized he had the misfortune of having to walk past Lisa. It seemed like something out of a horror movie or a bad comedy, but as Lisa walked towards the cashiers, her purse slipped off of her shoulder and hit the linoleum floor--SPLUT!--, spilling its contents out. 

He cringed, seeing Lisa only from the back, stop dead in her tracks and hang her head low. He could tell from her body posture that she was about to go postal and start raging. He walked past her and her fallen purse, but that voice in his head wouldn't relent, that guiding, moral voice--that chivalrous horn beckoning him to act. The man stopped, spun a 180 turn and crouched down to meet Lisa again, hovering over her spilt goods.

"You got it?" he asked gently, politely.

She didn't even look at him. "Yes. I think you've done enough for me today, thanks."

Reaching for a stray lipstick-tube, Lisa clumsily knocked it away. The young man almost felt like this was some kind of sick joke now, a prank or worse. He reached down and picked up her lipstick.

"Umm..." he didn't know what to say as he handed it to Lisa. She snatched it from him, scooping the rest of her purse's contents back into it. Her lips curled, rage boiling over. Finally, she stood up, her wild blue eyes drilling into him. "Do I really look like I'm interested?!" she barked, showing her "wedding" ring and indicating her swollen belly.

The young man stepped back, hands out at his side in an apologetic gesture. "I didn't mean-- I wasn't..."

Everyone in the store heard her outburst and all eyes in the area swung over to them, and him. He felt completely emasculated, exposed at the hands of this petite, expectant beauty. He'd never seen anyone so beautiful, yet so threatening. Her gaze was vicious and accusing, leaving him not an inch to compose himself.

She didn't even allow him to finish his sentence as she grabbed the handles of the shopping cart and proceeded to move to a cashier. Suddenly, though, her cell phone rang and she pulled off to the side to answer it. The young man, still a tad shaken from his confrontation with Lisa, went up to the nearest cashier and set them on the conveyor.

The cashier, who was an older woman, peeked up at him with cautious eyes. "That's what a guy gets for being nice nowadays, isn't it? If chivalry is dead, I sure as hell know what killed it. Mean girls."

He blew it off, shaking his head. "She had a rough day, I'm sure. We all have bad days."

"Not only a nice guy, but a forgiving one, too. There's a shortage of your kind runnin' around out there. I hope you know that," she complimented.

"I have great parents," he said with a glowing smile.

"I'll bet. They did good with you," the cashier said, ringing up the last of his few items.

He paid and, on his way out, he decided to buy a coffee from the little kiosk near the exit. The barista, a girl who was probably still in high school, had a kind of freaked expression; eyes wide and tense. "Wow, she kind of freaked out, huh? Probably off her meds."

He chuckled it off and made his order. A few minutes later, after doing her magic with the frappacino machine, the barista handed him his coffee. He sat down at a booth near the door, setting his small bag of groceries next to him.

Lisa had finished her phone call and paid for the few items she'd selected. She decided to keep the cart so she wouldn't have to lug the heavy jug of milk. As she pushed the cart towards the exit, she noticed the young man, her persistent white knight, with his back to her, quietly drinking his coffee and looking through a magazine he'd purchased. The phone call and time at the register had calmed her. She realized how she's snapped at him and guilt crept into her mind.

She slowed her pace towards the exit, inching closer and closer to the unrewarded young man who acted honorably but was essentially scolded for doing so. The guilt grew infectiously, quickly overtaking her. As she neared him, she slowed even more until she'd rolled up beside him and stopped completely.

He hadn't noticed her yet so she just stared at him, remorseful, trying to find the courage to gather a few kind words. Finally, she stopped. "Umm, excuse me," she muttered, doing her best to convey her self-reproach through a meek delivery. He looked up finally, still impenetrably warm and approachable, as if the rabid confrontation she'd sprung on him only minutes earlier had never happened.

"I--I really just wanted to apologize... for earlier," Lisa managed to force out, trying with all her might to be as fastidious and cautious with her words now as she'd been careless and hurtful earlier.

He had a soft smile, just listening raptly to her. "I don't know, I was just having a bad day. Hormones are kind of raging right now, because of--" she said, pointing at her belly.

"Oh, I completely understand," he said, no longer allowing her to display such needless self-degradation. "I have bad days. It's not a big deal. Everyone's allowed to get mad every now and then."

She wasn't allowing this. He was being excusatory beyond acceptability. Plain and simple, she had been a bitch and deserved to feel the shame of having to apologize. "No, you were really sweet to help me," she urged. "...and then you were sweet again AND then one more time, and I basically rewarded you by bitching you out and that was wrong. I'm sorry. I really am."

He had to admit that he was captivated by this young beauty just giving herself over in apology. She didn't have to. She owed him nothing, but there she was with that glowing, pale skin, those boundlessly blue eyes and that mane of impeccably groomed bright-blonde hair just looming over him, a Nordic angel, one whose belly was distractingly swollen with child.

He nodded in acceptance. "It's cool. I'm Justin, by the way," he reached out, extending an open hand. 

She shook his hand. "I'm Lisa."

"I hope the mangos are worth all that trouble we went through," he said with a sly grin.

She chortled. "Oh, yeah. I don't know, I love them, but they really made me work for 'em this time."

"They get pretty fast. I think they grow them rounder around here so they roll better or something." She giggled again. He was on a roll. "But, yeah, it's no big deal. And congratulations on the..." he nodded towards her belly.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks," she returned with a glint of strange coyness.

"How far along are you, if you don't mind me asking?" Justin asked, growing bolder and braver with each word.

"20 weeks today, actually," she shared with confidence.

"Wow, just a few more months. Do you know if it's a boy or girl?"

"It's a girl."

Justin looked around his empty space. Save for a handful of elderly patrons, the sitting area was empty. "Did you want to sit down? Rest your feet a little?" he asked, rearranging the items on the table to make space for her.

"Oh, no. I shouldn't. I should probably be going. My sister's next door shopping for clothes..." she said hesitantly, scanning him for the slightest hint. "I mean, I wouldn't want to be a bother."

He shrugged. "You wouldn't be a bother. Here, sit down," he offered.

She finally bit. "Okay, if you're sure."

"Yeah, definitely. Do you want a coffee? I can grab another one, unless the caffeine is bad for the baby."

"Oh, thanks, but no. I drink mostly milk and juice. The caffeine would keep the baby up and I want her sleeping as much as possible." she laughed as she slid into the booth seat directly facing him.

After a few minutes of chit-chatting, they had both loosened up a bit. "Yeah, about earlier," he admitted. "I didn't mean to make it seem like I was making an unwanted advance on you or anything. I know you probably get that all the time, even with the ring. I really was just trying to help you out."




Expecting



"Oh, it's okay. It didn't seem like you were trying for anything except just being nice. Anyways, the ring isn't even real." she confessed, waving her hand nonchalantly.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his interest peaked.

She slid it off and stuck it in her blouse pocket. "I just wear it so people don't give me those snooty little looks. 'Oh, unwed teenage mother'. People can be really judgmental so I wear the ring just to keep people off my back. The baby's father never proposed to me. In fact, he booked when he found out I was pregnant. Dad of the year material, huh?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Justin said, genuinely disappointed for her.

She shrugged. "Well, he got his fun, now I'm left with the hard work. It's okay, though, I'm going to keep her. She's mine and I'm going to love her twice as much since her dad doesn't love her at all."

"That's great. I'm glad you're sticking with it. A lot of girls would cave under the pressure and just give the baby up for adoption or something..." he said as he sipped his coffee.

"No, this responsibility is mine. She's a part of me and we're going to get through this together," Lisa declared, firm and resolute. She'd cried her tears but had grown stronger. The days of weeping were long past.

Justin and Lisa chatted for over an hour, just learning more about one another, making those nuanced analyses that people do when they talk. Justin happened to work for a local real estate company. He was low on the company's food chain but was a natural talent at the game and was quickly moving up the ranks. He came from a wholesome family background; your idyllic house in the suburbs with the white picket fence, the hard-working dad and stay-at-home mom who raised their kids. That's the life Justin had.

The more Lisa talked to him the safer she felt in his presence. Strangely, her volatile hormone profile had been shifted and manipulated. For the time being it had essentially been tamed. She hadn't known a man like this in her entire life. As he spoke, his words blurred into an incomprehensible clamor as Lisa became distracted. Here was this young man who was clean-shaven, well-mannered and who had exhibited, on several occasions already, a chivalrous nature completely alien to her.

Lisa had run with rugged, rough-around-the-edges crowds, usually haunting block parties where underage kids played host when mommy and daddy were away, predictably raiding the liquor cabinet or throwing money into a pot to supply their own. There you'd find Lisa, in the thick of it, reclined back on a couch, feet up on the coffee table, surrounded by a collection of friends, acquaintances and strangers. A queer, thick haze of mysterious smoke, that had that familiar hydroponic odor, patrolled the air as a low beat of rhythmically thumping bass rolled through the house. With a beer in one hand and a reckless smile on her face she'd be giggling at a joke her friend had told or some crazy physical stunt one of the party-goers had attempted. She was barely 15 years old, then, but already a seasoned partier and club kid.

It was at a party just like this that Lisa met Carlos. Blushing and wide-eyed, surrounded by an ever-shifting crowd of people around her in the party house, she shook his hand after her friend at the time, Bella, had introduced them. He was a rough-shod, charismatic fraud. The type of guy who scoured parties like these for girls like Lisa. He had been a friend of the party host's older brother and said brother happened to decide to attend the party, bringing Carlos with him.

Lisa kept eye contact with him as they made senseless small talk in Bella's presence, her cheeks red and convicting, her smile nervously played. In her mind, though, Lisa had other thoughts, thoughts she dare not express. The kinds of thoughts that girls her age shouldn't have about young men Carlos' age. She was hellbent on making some mistakes that night, as though her well of mistakes was on a time limit and she only had a certain amount of time to spend them.

Carlos was in his mid-20s and had a series of unsuccessful runs at several local service jobs. Now, he was relegated to doing freelance mechanic work at a nearby used car shop. His ship, as it were, was likely always going to be docked with no prospect for a fruitful voyage. A stained wife beater, tattered jeans, shaved head and jaw wrapped with unattended stubble... this was his professional uniform. To any sensible young woman his uniform was a red flag, but to Lisa it might as well have been the dinner bell, it was so obvious. Guys like Carlos are the ones you're supposed to make mistakes with. At least that's what the misguiding little devil in Lisa's ear whispered. As Carlos looked down on her slim, diminutive frame, those big, doe-eyed, blue marble eyes looking up at him and that unmistakably eager grin, he knew he already had her in the bag. She'd given him a blank check and now all he had to do was decide where and when to cash it.

That night, as many young people are regarded as doing, Lisa was making a willful mistake. The alley behind the party house was dark and the low reverberations from the sound system inside thumped constant, yet muffled by the walls. You could hear the swarming cacophony of remote party-goers laughing and talking, but even from this short distance it was a detached, far-flung wave of noise. Inside and outside were practically different worlds. Inside, hectic and chaotic. Outside, though, the wet, cracked pavement was cool and untrampled, desolate. The darkness hid the vocal crickets and only the hum of a lone lamplight interrupted the near silent night air. There, Carlos' beat up mid-90s Ford Explorer sat inconspicuously. The rear cab seats had been laid flat weeks ago because he'd been delivering jumper cables to and from his job. 

Now, though, the only thing filling the rear cab were the entangled, merged, writhing bodies of Carlos and Lisa. They were in near darkness, save for a thin slice of illumination that cut along them from the lamplight a good fifty feet away. As Carlos laid atop her, his khakis bunched up around his ankles, his hips slowly but firmly driving into her, he made desperate little panting noises. Gone was the suave oral tactician. Carlos was cashing in his chips and made no attempt to mask his declaration of victory.

Lisa, on the other hand, pinned beneath him, whimpered, a mask of twisted pain on her face. She visibly winced with each of Carlos' urgent thrusts, baring her teeth in lust-drenched excruciation. She was not a pro at this, just a dumb little girl who'd only had two dicks in her up to this point. The first boy managed to get it into her after being her boyfriend for six months. They were both at a friend's house and the friend conveniently stepped out of the room for twenty minutes. Lisa and this boy quickly moved to latch their mouths together. After scrambling clumsily to undress, the boy needled his desperate spike into her and throttled into her for a minute before spilling his seed.

...to be continued