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A Loving Son

By: qualitywheat12



Mark Lyndhurst was walking down his garden path when he heard a kerfuffle coming from the house. As he got nearer he heard his mother shouting.

"How can you do this to me, I've waited nine months for this cruise and now you say you can't go!"

Then his dad in a quieter more conciliatory voice, "I'm sorry Emma, but they've brought the whole contract date forward to next week instead of next month. There's nothing I can do honey, I'm so sorry."

"You can tell them to stuff the fucking contract!" she shouted louder, Mark held his place and listened. She must be really rattled to use that language, he thought. But his mother knew he couldn't not go to work, it was his contract, he and his team had won it against all the odds, and the company would hit the big time now. It was a contract worth 700million in total. And he would be Project Director, not only securing his company's future but also his own.

But things weren't going too well in the Lyndhurst household; she and her husband had been bickering for some time now. The three week cruise was supposed to be a reconciliation holiday, put all their troubles behind them, work at it, get the marriage back on track.

"I've had enough Don, I've had it, I think we might as well separate, you have your work, me and Mark come a poor second obviously. I think we ought to get a divorce, would that suit you better hey?" She told him hotly.

"Now now Emma you don't mean that," he replied.

"Don't I, you just watch me!" and Mark heard her slamming out of the kitchen in tears.

When he went in, he said to his father, "what's going on dad, what have you done now?" 

"Its work, I have to cancel the holiday cruise with your mother, and she has gone ballistic, she just doesn't understand." He said grumpily.

"Well its hardly surprising is it," he told his father, "you have been promising her a good holiday for the last three years and for three years you've made excuse after excuse, its no wonder she's angry is it?"

Mark looked accusingly at his father, he was a good provider, but had in later years become a lousy husband to his mother. And for that he would never be able to love him like he once did, when he was a boy his dad was his idol. But the last few years as he had been growing up he began to see him for what he was, a selfish person, that if something didn't suit him, it was no good for any one.

"The cruise is three days away dad how can you do it?" Mark was angry but held it in check.

"I know Mark, but there is absolutely nothing I can do. The firm have offered to pay for a new holiday next year, and stump up the lost cash for this one," he told his son.

"Big deal, you do need the money don't you!" He walked away and went to his mother; she was laid on her bed crying.

He sat next to her and cuddled her, shushing her, saying don't cry, and just giving her a love. At twenty years old Mark was a man now in his own right. He had an irregular girlfriend, but he had a well kept secret, he had a lover, one that no one knew about and never would.

Mark was 6ft 1" a hunk in any woman's eyes, especially his secret lover. Broad at the shoulder, extremely fit, he went to the gym regularly. He worked in a garage and his boss thought the world of him, he was a born mechanic, he could listen to any engine and diagnose with near certainty what problems were being present to his ear.

The good looking young man held his mother, he loved her so much, 'how can that prick do this to her?' he wondered, and at that very moment he hated his dad. But he did understand a little why he had to do what he was, but wrecking his mothers dream holiday cruise. He realised she had fallen asleep, so he gently laid her down and left her.

An hour later she came down to two very silent men, she looked at Mark, then her husband.

"Mark," she said, "can you get three weeks off work at short notice?"

"Three weeks at short notice mum, why?" he answered puzzled.

"You can take me on holiday instead of your dad," and hooked her thumb at him as if he wasn't there.

"Emma,• his father interjected, "he can't just take time off like that." This annoyed Mark, so he said.

"I'll call the boss right now, I don't see why I can't get three weeks, I haven't had a minute off since last summer, he owes me." Mark made the call, and after some discussion he came back smiling. "Right, I have three weeks paid leave as from this Friday mum," he told her.

His father stood there like a dummy, then asked, "What on earth will you find to do on a cruise ship with your mum for three weeks Mark, you'll be bored to tears in no time!" 

He looked at his beautiful mother and said.

"If I can't seduce you, and make love to you, and be screwing you silly by the middle of next week I'll show my ass in the town centre!"

But what actually came out of his mouth was, "We'll have a great time, won't we mum?" His mother flew at him and gave him her best hug. 

He had wanted to be with his mother for a long time now and had no idea of how to even think about seducing, and taking her to bed, hers or his, it didn't matter. In Marks opinion, which he admitted was biased, she was utterly gorgeous, and in reality, she was. He was the envy of his friends, and his best friend constantly ribbed him about his MILF!

Emma Lyndhurst stood at 5ft 7" she had had Mark on her nineteenth birthday. But due to complications she had been unable to have any more; consequently Mark had been her passion for the last twenty years. And she was now one month past her thirty ninth. Her eyes were amazing, they could kill a man at ten paces, she had a lovely soft angelic cherubic face, long chestnut hair, and a figure that was the envy of friends.

"Tomorrow Mark, I'm shopping for you, I'm going to buy you everything you need my wonderful champion.

"Don't buy any condoms mum," he told her, "we'll be going bareback!" Again it was in his head.

So he told her instead, "that's great mum," he beamed at her, "dad, give me all the documents, I need to do name changes, and passport details, all of it. His father reluctantly got them and Mark disappeared upstairs to his laptop and printer.

"By the way," he called over his shoulder, "I'm going round to Aunty Cathy's later, she doesn't want to be alone tonight. Aunty Cathy was his dads youngest sister, his dad was 43 and Cathy was 33, there were three boys and her, she was the youngest by far, she had been a wonderful accident when his mother had found out she was carrying again.

Mark had also been screwing her now for the past four months, and the blame, if any, could be laid squarely, though innocently at his uncle's door. He was a guy who worked away a lot, and Cathy hated being on her own, she was okay sometimes, but others she was almost paranoid about being on her own.

So Uncle John had asked Mark if he would keep her company when he was free, if he didn't mind. "You can stay in the spare bedroom," and that's what led Mark to end up seducing his dads 33 year old gorgeous sister, his aunty. They had always had a soft spot for him, and he was a regular visitor to their home, and Aunty Cathy doted on him.

He began going round when she called him, or even his uncle, sometimes it was mid week and others the weekend. Cathy never knew when she would get the heebie jeebies about being alone. They were a childless couple, no one knew why they hadn't had children, they were both fit and healthy, he had a good sperm count, she was as ready bear children as a woman could be. But sadly nothing had ever happened, and they had resigned themselves to being childless.

She had called on the Friday afternoon, and Mark had spent the night there, he had got up to go to work on the Saturday morning to do an urgent job and got back to his Auntie's at lunch time.

It was a piping hot day, middle of the summer and she was on a sun lounger on the decking at the back. 

"I've left you a pair of shorts Mark on your bed, get cleaned up and come on out, it's glorious." She called to him. He gazed at her laid there face down sunning herself, her ample tits being squashed in the bikini top, and her ass! Oh man her ass! It rose like the moon on a cloudless sky. His prick jumped in his pants and he felt like jacking off there and then.

He went and hurriedly showered; put the close fitting shorts on that did nothing to hide the lump there. "Hi," he said as he came out and sat on the lounger next to her.

"Hi yourself handsome," she replied, she always called him that because that's what she thought about him, a very handsome young man.

"Will you put suntan lotion on my back please Mark, I can't reach." He picked up the bottle and leaned over, but the angle was wrong so he stood up then crouched beside her. Not being very comfortable, he stood again, and stepped over her, straddling her body and squatted down. His ass was more or less on hers, maybe a little lower.

He was rubbing the lotion in when she said, "undo my top Mark, I don't want any tan lines." Mark didn't know that his Aunty Cathy was feeling randy, her pussy was moist, and her nipples were hard. But Cathy wasn't intent on seducing, or being seduced by her nephew. She was just feeling randy; she would have loved her husband to have walked in, taken her to bed and fucked her brains out.

She rose up on her elbows; Mark undid the string as requested and saw her tits sag as they were set free. He knew she had huge nipples, things like that were impossible to hide, especially from a virile boy like Mark. But what he also didn't know then was, they were the super sensitive kind, ready to rock and roll at a touch, a squeeze, or a twiddle.

He set the bottle down and was rubbing her back, he had settled on to her lower ass and unknown to him she could feel the tightness in his balls. This made her feel even more randy. Mark unknowingly and unintentionally slid his hands under her, took the weight of her tits in his palms, and captured her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

He was squeezing them, and enjoying the hard feel of them, Cathy never moved, she never even twitched, all she did was drop her head and sigh. Mark suddenly realised what he was doing, and was on the point of scarpering when he realised she was just laying there letting him do it. He moved on her ass, another soft sigh came to him, he squeezed a bit harder, and hefted both tits, another soft satisfied sigh.

Cathy's head was lolling on her shoulders; her nephew leaned forward and kissed her neck at the back, another sigh. He kissed his way across and back again, more sighs. He laid into her nipples, they got harder and harder, they were like bullets in his fingers, and his balls were sat tight on his auntie's ass. 

Then he gently bit the bit between neck and shoulder, Cathy mewled, her head rose and went to one side giving him all the room he needed to complete his seduction. He kissed up and down her neck, sinking his teeth in time after time. His aunty was panting now, he wondered if he ought to try and get her bottoms off and screw her right where she was, out in the open.

The decision was made for him, Cathy moaned to him. "Oh god Mark, oh my god yes, I like that!" If he could have seen her face he would have been in wonderland, her eyes were closed, her face was flush with blood, her full lips were filled with blood adding to her tender arousal, and her mouth was in a perfect 'O'

He kept it up, "even if she stops me now, at least I will be able to say I've had a taste of her." He told himself, his prick was as hard as iron, and ready to burst. Cathy spoke so softly he almost missed what she said.

"Do you want me Mark, do you need me baby, your aunty Cathy?" He was still devastating her nipples and burning holes in her neck, his teeth searing her brain.

"Oh yes Aunt Cathy I do," was about all he could mumble with going into gibberish.

"Come on then, lets go inside and sort each other out shall we?" it was said as softly as the last time. He stood and helped her up, she turned popped her head up and kissed him. She felt his cock and she almost climaxed herself, she was so aroused now nothing could have stopped her from taking her nephew to bed. 

She hooked his arm and pulled him after her, he tried to wipe lotion from his hands as he followed, as soon as they got indoors she was on him. His Aunty was a lioness after its kill; she wrapped her arms about him, hooked her left leg around his and pressed herself up against him. The feel of his prick pressing on her pussy was too much, she came, it crushed her gloriously.

Cathy dropped to her knees, one, because they had given way to the climax, and two, because she wanted his shorts down and off. She tugged them down and Marks prick sprang out, it hit her in the face. She gazed at it, it was a splendid prick and she was more than happy to see it. Taking it in her hands she rubbed and rolled it, it felt beautiful. She unsteadily rose to her feet, shut and locked the door, grabbed his hand, and said.

"Upstairs Mark Lyndhurst or I'll be screwing you right here on the floor, and that's not the best place for out first ever screw." She took off dragging him behind her, they were in her bedroom in seconds, his aunty shook of her bikini bottoms and threw herself on to her bed. 

"Get here right now you beautiful boy, come and make love to your sexy aunty!" Mark got on the bed, got on top of her, and she jammed his cock right into where she knew it would do her the power of good. No sooner had he bottomed out than she came again, her arousal was at the top of the tree. 

She locked him in her arms and legs and thrust back at him as he got going. She knew he wouldn't last that long and he didn't, but she still had another two or three climaxes under him before he blew what felt like to her, a lorry load of thick heavy cum. Mark was alive with lust, and aroused desire to fuck forever, and he intended to once he got his breath back.

It was 1.45pm Saturday, and he had the rest of the weekend, and hopefully it would be spent here in his gorgeous aunties very own bed. He fell quiet, as did Cathy, they both looked at each other, now realising what they had just done. Cathy guffawed, and dug her hands into him. "Mark Lyndhurst you had better perform for longer than that the next time my lad, or I'll be sending you home to your mother with a hot smacked bottom!"

He was like most men of his age, he knew his way around a woman's body, where all the best bits were, but finesse wasn't part of his game yet, young men don't understand a woman's real needs, yes a great cock does wonders. But a woman loves soft touches, sweet words, caresses, soft lips and a tongue in the right place. A woman needs to be desired above all else, or sex for the sake it isn't such good fun.

Marks cock had regained its composure and begun to harden again, he was moments away from round two, and he would be looking for a knockout. He felt it rumble within him, he looked down at his aunty, he kissed her.

"Aunt Cathy you are just so totally amazing, I have often looked at you and thought, hmmm, 'what if,' and has 'what if' happened, Oh boy has it!" She was about to reply when he pulled his prick out and hammered it back in, he did this several times, out, bang, out, bang, out, bang.

Cathy lost her breath, the only thing she could do at the moment was to "Ooooooo! Ooooooo! Ooooooo!" as he crashed into her time and again, her Oooooo's matched his thudding re-entry's. Then he settled into a rhythm that Cathy could go along with, and suddenly both were lost in loves orgasmic bliss. She clung to him energetically, skilfully manipulating him to bunch his cock and balls where they felt the best at any given moment.

Cathy had cum after cum, Mark was building up to a climax of his own that would know no bounds. He stared inanely at the woman below him, a woman that would never be his aunty again, not in the real sense anyway. He fucked her with abandon, driving in and out smoothly, heavily, and with long strokes that Cathy was loving, and that were driving her forward to her final climax.

She felt the change in her champion; he stiffened, held her tighter, his face contorted slightly giving him a sweet manic look. "Here it comes," she told herself, "oh god this is going to be fabulous." And he did a few seconds later, a grunt, a last thumping crunch into her and he was flooding her with hot steaming cum. Cathy felt it swill in, the warmth spreading around as it filled her pussy and every where else it could go.

He kissed her, and she kissed him back, "Ooooh Mark, that was so unexpected, really good, it was a great moment when you made me cum like that." His heart swelled with pride. "But we shouldn't have done it, I couldn't stop myself once we, you, started, not that I tried very hard to," she told him, "but there'll be hell to pay if any one ever finds out."

"Can't think of one tiny reason why any one will find out, not unless you tell anyone Aunt Cathy?"

"Me, I'll die before I tell any one! And you can stop calling me aunty, I'm not going to be screwed by you like this, and have you still calling me aunty!" she told him, then kissed him tightly. He grinned inwardly, she wanted this again, 'well,' he said in his head, 'I'll give you more than you can handle sweet lady.'

But what he didn't know was that he would learn how to love a woman properly from his gorgeous sexy Aunt Cathy. To make sure she got hers, and always first. He would always get his, but if they didn't cum together, then he would make damn sure she did, and first! They played, loved and talked all afternoon, Mark got hard again and his aunt fucked him. She made him lie on his back and got on, hands on his chest Cathy rose and fell, leaned forward, slid up and down, her muscles tightening and slackening on him as she milked his prick.

Mark was agog, his girlfriend had no idea, just as he hadn't, but he was a quick learner and soon Cathy would have her heaven sent utopia, her brother's son, her nephew. She regretted it in one way because she knew she was being unfaithful to her darling loving husband. She would always love him, she would never love Mark in the same way. But she knew the instant that Mark had sunk his prick deep into her white hot sopping pussy, that she would never put a stop to it, he would always have free unfettered access to her charms.

On Sunday morning after they had wakened, they began to make love. Mark had a morning wood, Cathy had a hold of it, she was gazing down into his eyes, long loving kisses were abound. But Cathy wanted it up her ass, she was an ass fucking lover, she and her husband did it regularly, she wanted Mark to fuck her there too.

"Have you ever done it up a woman's bum hole Mark?" she asked softly. He looked at her like she had two heads.

"Erm, no I haven't Cathy, what are you on about?" he knew what she was meaning but felt a little embarrassed about it.

"I want you to make love to me in my bum," she was coy, she realised he was unsure, so she went with him, pretending to be shy too.

"Okay, if that's what you want, then I want it too," he smiled. Cathy was working his cock in her soft hands, "I'll just pop and get some body oil, I don't want you jamming this big thing in me without a little help, and sustenance for me," she told him lightly. This boosted Mark's ego, "this big thing," she had called his prick, now he was more than ready to fuck her any where she wanted him to fuck her!

She came back quickly, got on her knees, poured oil on his cock, and fingered her ass for him.

"Okay tiger, go for it baby, do my ass, do your naughty Aunty Cathy's ass you big bad boy!" Mark's head was singing at her praise for him, he got behind her and rammed it right in, in one hit. Cathy's legs shot backwards, she hadn't expected this, she had thought he would be easy, reticent, slow, gentle, but no he banged it in, and he was off. 


A Loving Son



To him it suddenly became another hole for him and pleasure for her, he banged her senseless, her husband had never done this. She was hanging off his prick, he was holding her up, his hips pistoning rapidly back and forth. The oil doing was its job, no friction, no resistance. Cathy came in a helpless turmoil of delicious climaxes, her body taut with the tension of her nephews prick doing the very thing she had asked of him. And her, wonderfully suffering the consequences.

Mark loved all of this, with his girlfriend he had to fight for every inch of her, win a battle, and lose a battle, one step forward two steps back. But not with Cathy she was everything, he understood that nothing was going to be off her menu. He reached under her and stroked her pussy lips and clit, she moaned in lustful aroused pleasure.

He lay down on her and plain fucked her ass, she was squashed underneath him, their bodies being one, except when he raised his powerful hips and banged into her time and again. Cathy was being well and truly rutted, there was no other word for it, rutted, rutted, and rutted again. She had the most adorable of climaxes, she sank into them, Mark meanwhile was building rapidly to his first cum of the day, and he filled his aunties ass until it squeezed of her ass hole with a spit.

Her head bent in sublime submission, she came on his demented prick once more, then momentary darkness, her vision dimmed, her head spun, her body was on fire, and her ass boiled and seemingly burned to a cinder. She didn't feel him slip his flaccid prick out, roll on her sideways, and put his arm around her. He somehow knew to leave her alone, to let her get back to normality, even sanity.

They lay there for several minutes, until she lifted her lovely tousled head and looked at him. 

"That had not better be the last time you do me like that Mark Lyndhurst, fail me and I'll cut this and these off!" she laughed, grabbed his slime covered cock, then his balls and squeezed gently. He smiled happily at her.

"I promise Aunty, I will always give of my best where you are concerned," he told her dreamily.

"Come on honey, lets shower, have some breakfast then you'll need to go, we have to carry on just as we were, no one must ever know. I'll call you next week okay?" she whispered into his mouth as she kissed him the way he had never been kissed.

"Yes we will I swear," he replied.

"There's just one thing Mark and I want you to listen very carefully to me," she said. He looked puzzled.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Please do not fall in love with me, love me the way you are, the way you always have, but being in love with me, is and will never be an option. I know it made be hard for you to believe, but I love John passionately, and will never leave him, ever."

"I can understand that Cathy, and I'm okay with it, I will never do anything to hurt you or him." She liked that.

The following Thursday night saw his Aunt on her back, on her kitchen table being tongue fucked by her nephew. He was a natural, he hadn't known it, but as soon as he got it in her Cathy knew he was a master. She had his head in her hands holding him tight to her hot silky pussy, her legs draped over his back and orgasms spilling out of her like a rain battered waterfall.

Mark drained her completely; she was laid prostrate on the table empty of everything. No strength, no feeling in her limbs, her body ablaze with the orgasms he had forced in and out of her. He stood between her spread legs.

"Good Cathy?" he said cheekily, he had seen her reactions to him, her responses, her climaxes, and he knew he had somehow beaten her, she had given in.

Making sure the doors were locked, he picked her up and carried her up to her bed, he laid her down, took his clothes off along with hers, and wrapped her in his arms until she got over her near death experience. She didn't want to make love again. 

"It would be too much after that Mark, I want it to stay in my memory for ever, and having you fuck me tonight would shade it, sorry," she told him quietly.

"I understand Cathy, or I think I do, but we are not going to sleep until you get me off, I'm ready to bust a nut here," he said laughing.

"Want me to give you a blow job baby?" she asked shyly.

"Oh yes, do I!" he told her gleefully. It took Cathy all of two minutes to get him blowing like a whale in the open ocean. His cum nearly blew the back of her head clean off, it hit her so hard she had trouble getting it down. The hot steaming salty spunk jettisoned into her. Cathy gulped and gulped but took it all, as he emptied it all. Cathy kept sucking and swallowing, when he was empty, she slipped slowly off his cock and lay her lovely head on his stomach.

Still there ten minutes later, both savouring tonights love making, the phone rang.

"Mark, this has to be John, keep still and don't say a word okay, please?" He nodded his head, Cathy picked up the phone.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hi Cathy its me, are you okay, is Mark with you?"

"Yes honey he's here, looking after me as usual." Cathy stunned herself by taking Marks cock in her soft warm hand. Mark lay back, he never moved, but it started to grow. This acted like super glue to her hand, she found she couldn't put it down.

"Ah good, he's a great lad isn't he, it's a pity we haven't had one of our own just like him hey?"

"Yes darling," she said, her hand travelling of its own accord up and down Marks growing shaft. And in her head, she thought, "I wonder if I would be laid like this right now, him my son, and my lover too?"

"I'll be home tomorrow afternoon baby; I need to make love to you Cathy." He told her. This caused Cathy's hand to speed up, why she didn't know, but she did know she was getting hornier by the second.

"I'll be ready for you John," she said, but her gaze was fixed tight on Marks fully erect prick. She suddenly needed him in her.

She felt deliciously naughty, "hang on a second John, I need to make myself more comfortable." He waited, he could her see in his head where she was, and guessed she was getting on the bed and not standing up. She turned, raised a shapely knee, swung it over him, and sat on Marks prick. She sighed, her earlier declaration that she didn't want to make love again tonight went out of the window.

"That's better," she said in to the phone as she settled down and wriggled on her nephew's cock, while she talked to her innocent husband.

"Where is Mark right now Cathy?" he asked her, she smiled.

"Oh he's up to something I'm sure," she told her husband, and reached behind her with her free hand and tickled Marks balls.

Cathy's eyes closed, an orgasm rattled through her, Mark pinched her nipples and Cathy only just managed not to squeal into the phone.

"Oh John," she whispered, "Marks just called for me to come, he needs me for something, talk tomorrow?" she managed to say normally.

"Okay Cathy, I love you."

"I love you too honey, night." She put the phone down quickly and began to fuck her self madly on Marks prick. She had never in her life felt as aroused as she did right now. She was manic with it, her desperate need to cum overwhelmed all thought.

She came in a blistering, thunderous, crushing bang, her body exploded in to pieces. Mark almost tore her nipples off, then she fell on him, completely and utterly shattered by the climax of her lifetime, never again would Cathy achieve such a destructive, earth shattering orgasm. And it was all because of her body taking over her mind. It had made her talk to her husband, it had made her take hold of Marks prick, it had made her climb over him, and it had made her fuck herself silly on him. Mark for his part had been totally innocent.

She woke up at two in the morning, she wondered briefly where she was, she felt for her young lover, he was right there beside her. Cathy spooned herself into him and cried herself back to sleep. She knew now the enormity of what she was doing with her nephew, she would never love him the way a woman loves her man, but oh how she needed him. 

But she had begun to notice a change in him. Especially when he was around his mother, his sole attention was always on her, even the puppy dog looks he gave her. She started to think that he loved her, and that's why, although she had warned him not to fall in love with her, he hadn't. Because he loved his mother the way a boy wasn't supposed to.

But they became the hard and fast lovers they had started off to be, they never had a regular routine, she or her husband would call him on the off chance that he would be able to pop over, and of course he always did. Cathy turned him into the consummate lover, accomplished and confidant. Knowledgeable about a woman's body only men of later years could hope to learn. And three months after becoming lovers, Cathy and John announced to the world that she was having a baby. Neither Cathy nor Mark knew if he was the father, but Cathy was betting it was Mark, and she didn't care.

Four months later.

"Right mum, dad, I've changed everything, so even if you change your mind now," he said looking at his dad, "It'll be too late, I'm off instead." Emma hugged her son hard; she also felt the obvious erection he had. "Ooooooo," she thought lewdly, "he has a hard on for me, his own mother!" If she had only known that it was, and what her son had planned for her she would have collapsed. 

And there was something he hadn't told her. He had been onto the tour operators online help desk, he had asked about a change in cabins, his father, the tight wad, had only booked a cheap inside berth one.

'If you upgrade,' he was told, 'we have list of people who cannot get on the cruise, so if you did, we would give you a good deal on a superior stateroom.' 

Mark checked the brochure, he saw one and asked how much it would be, what he was after was one with a double bed not singles.

'With the discount, it would be another 3500 USD,' was the reply. 

He turned the page again, and that's when he saw what he wanted, he typed in his question, and the reply was.

That stateroom would be another 6500 USD.' He was told.

Mark said he wanted it, and set about paying for it out of his own bank. It was settled in 15 minutes. Mark had his double bed stateroom, with is own private balcony, a Jacuzzi bathroom, his and hers wash basins, and a smallish sitting room. His mum was going to get the surprise of her life, in more ways than one, he said happily to himself.

He had learned from Cathy how to treat a woman, how to get her on your side, win her over, he was as prepared as boy could ever be to seduce his beautiful mother. And if she divorced his dad, she would be his for good. Cathy was another matter, but given the choice, his mother would win every time. Cathy had made him see what he could do with patience and understanding. And as the idea became more and more embellished in his mind, he could, he would, seduce his mother. And the cruise, where she would only be with him was the perfect place for it. Another thought entered his virile mind, taking her off his dad would be the thrill of a lifetime, possibly knowing he had been beaten by his own son, that his wife was his son's now.

He was so looking forward to what he hoped would be a life changing holiday. And the thought of his beautiful sexy mother, his very own, as his best friend frequently told him, MILF. Her calling his name as he fucked and made love to her, gave him a hefty hard on that had to been seen to and quickly.

He gave his mother another bone crunching hug, deliberately pressing his cock into her, but refusing to look her in the eye. He knew she had felt it, her lower body moved against his as he wiggled it into her. He left to go back to his room, "see you in the morning mum, love you," he told her. Back in his room he jacked off for the first time in months with his mother firmly fixed as his focal point in his mind when he shot his load up into the air.

His mother, glad that her husband hadn't been looking when her son had just done that to her, took a deep breath and walked into the hall where pretended to preen herself in the mirror. All the while she was trying to quickly get over what Mark had just done. The feel of his cock burned into her mind, she shivered. 

"A mother shouldn't react this way," she said to her image without speaking, "its wrong." But the next shiver that rippled through her was strong enough to be almost called a mini orgasm.

Saturday morning came without any further mishap on her part. She tried to keep Mark at a distance, not wanting his father to guess what he was up to. What he was going to get up to on the cruise was something she never even considered.

The night before Mark had stayed at Cathy's; she wasn't her usual ebullient self. 

"What's wrong Cathy?" he asked after he had just rolled off her, his cum deep in her now baby carrying womb. "You seem a little distracted."

"I'm sorry Mark, I think it might be because you are going away for three weeks with your mum, am I jealous do you think?"

"Why on earth should you be jealous Cathy, she's my mum." He told her.

"But she's so beautiful Mark, even you must see that?"

"Yes I know she is, all my friends tell me too, and now you, come on tell me what's bothering you," he insisted.

"Your mum and dad are not too happy are they Mark?"

"No, and your point is?"

"She will be vulnerable on holiday, I, er, I er, I'm a little worried she might take you from me, that I might lose you?"

"Cathy, what are you talking about?" but he knew.

"I see you looking at her, you love her, it's as plain as the nose on your lovely handsome face." There, she'd said it. She knew him better now than he knew himself! Mark for once was dumb, he couldn't think of what to say.

"Is it that obvious?" he asked her, not thinking that by saying that, he was admitting it.

"Yes baby it is, but she's your mum, people might not understand if they knew."

"Would they understand any better if they knew about us then?" he asked her. This put Cathy on the back foot, it was her turn to stop and think.

"Cathy, listen to me please," he continued, "you will always have more than a special place in my heart, I would rather die than hurt you. But now you seemed to have read me like no one can, yes I do love my mother, more than I should, but I can't do anything about it, it is what it is."

"Promise me you won't just leave me hanging Mark; I would hate that, we mean too much to each other don't we?"

"Yes Aunty Cathy," he smiled to her, she playfully punched his arm and scowled at him for calling her Aunty Cathy, "we do and we always will. You, apart from mum are the most wonderful woman on earth." They kissed and settled down to sleep in each others arms. Mark didn't know what to make of this revelation.

The following day Mark and his mother set off, his dad took them to the railway station to begin their journey, and then it was just the two of them. Mark immediately set about letting his mother know who she was with, it wasn't her son, she didn't know yet, it was soon to be her lover.

"Emma, we are going to have the best time, I promise you, and you are in for the greatest surprises ever!" He told her happily.

"Who are you calling Emma?" she asked, but she didn't mind really.

"You mum, from now on you are Emma to me, and just for the record, the travel documents state we are man and wife, so be careful what you say about us," he said.

Emma looked at him, "what is the devious little sod planning?" she asked herself, but her stomach fluttered. They arrived at the port, boarded their ship, and were escorted to their stateroom. Mark had ordered six dozen white roses, his mother's favourite flowers. When the attendant opened the cabin door and they stepped in Emma was utterly stunned.

"This isn't the room you're.... you booked," she corrected herself, "darling," she added.

"No," Mark said, but it's ours," he told her. Then she saw all the roses around, they were everywhere. Her heart flipped, she rushed around smelling them, she turned went to her son and hugged him. The attendant looked the other way; he was hanging on for his tip.

Mark put his hand in his pocket and took out 200 USD, "I want special attention okay?" The Philippine boys face lit up.

"You've got it sir!" he grinned and left a happy boy. He also thought how lucky that guy was, a stateroom, and that beautiful older woman in it with him for three weeks.

They hugged and hugged, Marks prick grew, Emma had to pull away because she was feeling it again, it was something she had been feeling quite often recently, when ever they were close it got stuck into her, it made her shiver.

"You have a look around Emma," he said, "I'll put some of our things away." He didn't want her to see what was in his case, slinky sexy underwear for her, but not for wearing the two evening gowns he had spirited out of her wardrobe, He wanted her looking like only she could when they went to the two gala balls they would be attending together. "Turn heads? She will screw them right off!" He thought happily, he hid them in his closet along with the super fitting tux, cummerbund and frilled shirt he had hired for the balls.

But his mother couldn't help noticing that the sleeping arrangement was a large double bed, and not singles. She clocked him but refrained from asking the obvious question, she knew he would have an answer of some sort for her. They unpacked together, checked the bathroom that had a Jacuzzi in, the private balcony was a wow. A fully stocked bar was for their use.

They were called to the safety meeting what to do in case of etc etc. After that they went up onto the sun deck, sat at the pool bar and had a cocktail, the ship was sailing they were really on their way, and he, his father was now out of the picture for the next three weeks. Emma was already attracting surreptitious glances, this made Mark feel great, but he was also a little jealous too.

He was all attention, holding her hand, gazing into her beautiful eyes when she fixed him with them, they had a late afternoon snack and went back to their cabin. Emma said, "shall we have a naop darling, its been a really long day and I don't want to fall asleep at the dinner table do I?" she laughed.

"Good idea," he told her, "come on I can undress here, you take the bathroom okay?"

He was almost in bed before she had got to the bathroom; he left his shorts on, and waited. Emma came back ten minutes later, checked him out and smiled. She saw his bare chest and wondered, "Oh yes?" He pulled the covers back for her and slipped in beside him, it was 5.25pm, she laid there for a moment, and said in her sweet soft voice.

"I'm so glad I'm here Mark, I'm overjoyed already, thank you darling for bringing me, and thank you for the beautiful flowers too. I can't believe myself, but I'm glad it's you and not your dad I'm here with, does that make any sense?"

"It does to me Emma, and I'm the same too, I am honoured and over the proverbial moon that I here with you too. And the flowers are beautiful, but not any where near as beautiful as you," he said with love an aura around him.

She reached across and kissed his cheek; he put his arm around her and slid right in. He was facing her, "I love you mu... Emma," he smiled.

"I love you too darling, shall we snooze now?"

"Yes defo Emma, but he could feel his cock lying on her hip, she had to feel it too, he thought. But he was going to wait, now wasn't the right time, not yet, tonight! He told himself, he had his plan and he was sticking to it, rain or shine.

Emma turned her back to him, he spooned right in and his prick slipped between her ass cheeks, he heard the small gasp or sigh, but never dislodged him, then he heard smooth whispered breaths, she was asleep. He closed his eyes and two hours later still in position he woke. He held still, he knew his prick would get hard again and it did, it slid between her thighs as it tensioned and grew.




A Loving Son



"As soon as she stirs I'm away," he told himself, he wanted her to know but not feel threatened. Emma mumbled, she was waking, she didn't moved but her eyes slowly opened, she had forgotten where she was, but knew that her husbands prick was erect between her legs, she squeezed it with her toned thighs. Mark slipped away, stood and headed for the bathroom, "I'm having a shower Emma," he said over his shoulder, "want to join me?" he sniggered dirtily.

Emma came fully awake and knew for certain she had squeezed Marks cock thinking briefly that it had been her husbands. 

"My god Emma, you naughty slut!" she admonished herself, but the feel of her son's cock right there had been absolutely delicious. She got out of bed, donned her towelling robe, and went shyly into the bathroom, "the sooner I face him the less embarrassment I'll feel," were her thoughts on the matter.

Emma was beginning to see her son in a new light, she knew now he was feeling sexual tendencies towards her that much was now blatantly obvious. And she reproached herself for obliquely feeling the same way, but his main asset as far as she was concerned was, "he isn't in my face, he isn't pushing me, he is just there, right where he needs to be."

"Hi baby," she said gaily through the screen door, it opened, "Come on in," he laughed and closed it again. He was giving her the chance if she wanted, to make her own decision, yes or no. This was the instant that she knew for certain what his intentions were. And Emma couldn't see yet, a way of saying no, and she thought now that she wouldn't be able to when the time came.

"But the cheeky sod will have to do it right, or he'll have no chance," this thought amazed her, she was actively thinking that he was about to seduce her no matter what she thought. She washed and made herself look good for him, then went into the room to dress. Mark came out after giving her time to do her thing, and he too dressed.

"You look gorgeous Emma, you really do, you'll have all them men ogling you."

"It's just a dress darling," she told him.

"Yes I know, but its what's inside it that matters, and that is you Emma, you!" She smiled delightfully and thanked him with a hard hug for his compliment.

"Flattery will get you every where," she told him with a knowing smile. He beamed at this, he was on safe ground for sure.

They sat at a table for eight people and they had a great time, there was music in the corner. The barman that night was there attendant, Mark had a quiet word, "my wife only drinks white wine, she'll have two glasses, maybe three, and I want you to put a small shot of vodka in each one she has, a small one, got that?" A twenty changed hands, "certainly sir," he said. Mark didn't want his mother drunk, but he wanted her relaxed, she had two glasses and then suggested to her 'husband' that go return to their stateroom.

The men on their table would have died to swap places with him, she was radiant, happy and very contented with her lot, but she had only had eyes for him.

"Shall we go to bed darling?" she asked him seductively.

"I'm right behind you darling," he replied, and he heard one of the men whisper.

"I would be too if I had that to go to bed with," Mark grinned from ear to ear.

He walked her back, his arm lazily around her waist almost sitting on her hip, she leaned into him. He could feel her warmth as they walked; back in the room he quickly made coffee.

"Come on Emma, let's sit on the balcony in the moonlight for a while shall we?"

"Ooooh yes baby, I'd like that," she told him, Mark arranged the two chairs so they were side by side. She sat, and picked up her coffee and gave it to her in her right hand, her left went into his. He kissed it, looked at her intently, then said.

"I love you Emma."

"Yes Mark I think I know, and I love you too honey," then she kissed his hand and looked him square in the eye. "I think its time Mark, shall we?" and she nodded over her lovely head, but never said, "to go to bed," or "to make love." She left it unsaid.

They went in, Mark stayed close, he was feeling the pressure, but Cathy had taught him well, he was within his limits, he was on track, everything was going to plan. Emma went and changed, she had brought a dozen nighties of one sort or another, and daringly she chose a short one. When she returned Mark was again lying in bed, the covers pulled back for her.

The beautiful 39 year old woman that was his mother and the envy of all of his friends slid in next to him. His cock jumped at the sight, she looked so fabulous. She half turned her back, she wanted to see and know what he was intending to do. He came up to her as he had that afternoon and spooned in. Emma sighed; Mark pressed his cock down between his legs, as he made contact with her ass he let go, it sprang up to be met by her closed thighs, she felt his cock right off, there was no where for it to hide.

She snuggled back at him, his prick now secure shoved between her creamy toned thighs. She turned her face to him and he kissed her cheek, he slid his arm around her and cupped her heavy breast.

"Ooooh Mark, what are you..." was all she uttered because his fingers closed over her nipple and negated her words, she sighed once more. 

"I'm your mother Mark," she managed to gasp, but she knew this wasn't going to make any difference, not now. But the thrill coursing through her at this illicit encounter was just too naughty, wrong and so exciting.

"No you're not Emma, not here you aren't, you are my wife," he told her gently and rolled her nipple as he squeezed it again. He was about three days ahead of his schedule for her seduction, and boy, was he happy about it!

Emma collapsed internally, the fight she had envisaged, the 'make him work for it,' ethic, had never been in the same room. "What would his father say if he could see me and our son like this?" she thought.

"Oh darling darling," she whispered huskily over her shoulder. He moved slightly away from her and pulled her to lie on her back, then he leaned over her. He was looking directly into her amazing eyes, and told her.

"I didn't know it until now Emma," he said so softly, "but I have waited for this moment for the whole of my life," and before she could even begin to take in what he had just said, he kissed her. It was their first kiss, their first real lovers kiss. He had kissed her earlier, but it hadn't been a full amorous one, his lips connected fully and he had pulled away, but it hadn't been a peck either.

Emma rolled properly on to her back and lifted her arm to encircle his neck. She was in, she had made the leap, the next one would begin the first chapter of this book he was writing in her mind. She was stirring in her excitement; her body was activating itself, making her ready for her man. Mark her son, was disappearing from her into the annals of her heart, coming to her now was the man she would go to with her life.

She had a quick mental flash, 'make a note to divorce his father just like I said I was going to!' Mark was claiming her and she was willingly and devoutly giving him every part of her. He squeezed her nipple, she groaned in his mouth, his knee slipped onto her pussy, her thighs parted for him, nothing would be kept back. Emma was falling headlong into her own son. She would never belong to anyone else ever again, the love she had for him spilled out of her heart to surround him.

Emma turned fully to him, she knew what she was doing now, knew where she was going and never coming back.

"Darling," she whispered, "this is the point of no return, are you aware of that?" She hoped he got her meaning, that he understood what she was not saying, that she was committing herself to this, to him.

"I've never understood anything better in my life Emma, Mrs Mark Andrew Lyndhurst," he said quietly, but strongly.

"I like that, It like the sound of it Mr Lyndhurst, my marriage to you is going to be final Mark, make no mistake."

Before he could reply Emma, his now gone mother sought his prick, she found it easily, it was in her soft hand, then hands, he groaned, she pushed down his shorts, and said.

"Never ever wear anything in bed with me again young man, I want you naked at all times and ready for me, got that?" His reply to that was to rise above her, nudge her pussy and then sink all the way in. Emma was slick with her lustful juices, his prick was hard and ready, the two met and joined, they were now one and the same.

Cathy had taught him well, he knew not to go for the finish line until she was ready to cross it, he fucked his mother with intent and deliberation, but in utter ecstasy that he was where he at last belonged. Emma gasped a gulped, 'Ooooh'd' and 'Aaaah'd' 'Mmmmm'd' and grunted, his weight, the power of his prick, his determination, his wanton abandonment, his controlled manic thumping thrusts drew orgasms out of her.

She clamped herself to him as if super glued, her eyes shut tight, as the heaviest slams hit her time and again, his loins slapping down onto her own unknown upward thrusts to meet him. Emma had not known this, she and her husband had never joined quite like this, her memory was good, she knew Mark was better already, an indictment in itself. 

She let herself go to wherever her mind and body took her, she was travelling a road hitherto not explored. She had no idea she was the recipient and absolute benefactor of her lovely sisters lessons. In four months she had turned Mark from an excited clever lover, into a man whose sole desire was to please his woman, and got his gleefully after she had got hers.

The joy of seeing a woman, his woman now devastatingly happy and satisfied, is the utmost result any man alive can attain, and Mark was about to attain it once more, as he had many many times, but now not with his lover, his Aunty Cathy. But with this woman, his wife, his soul mate, his mother. Emma felt in her inner most senses that she had changed, changed from the wife of his father, from being a mother, to the wife of her son, and no more ever again to do with his father.

Mark hit the high note, his prick pulsed and throbbed and then that all consuming ejection that nothing on earth could ever stop took place. He unloaded what felt like a lorry load of thick cum into his mother, she climaxed again on it, he jettisoned all he had, and slowly settled down, breathing heavily. He looked down at her, lying there still and sated.

"Are you okay Emma?" he whisped.

"I have never felt better darling, never, and I wonder if I ever will again."

"You will if I have anything to do about it," he beamed and kissed her, he thought the kiss was as natural as a kiss could be, as if it were ordained that he should be kissing and loving the woman who had given him life.

Emma easily pushed him off, "I need to breathe properly darling," she smiled at him, he grinned back understanding, and being pleased that she admitted it. Then they slept, both were exhausted, not only from the extremely long day, also what had transpired, he had intended it to happen, Emma had half expected it, but not the way it had rolled her over completely. The intensity of their union, their coming together, the certain knowledge that life would never, could never be, the same ever again.

She turned her back to him, he spooned in to her, cupped her left tit in his right hand, and his face in her hair, his warm breath soothing her neck, his knees tucked under hers. She had never felt more comfortable, nor as safe as she felt now. They both turned this way and that in the night, but the positions remained the same, him to her, her to him.

In the morning Emma woke first, slowly turning her head to look at him, to remember the night, their loving absolute connection, their joining. And the love making, 'oh,' she whispered, 'the love making.' She slipped her hand behind herself to feel once more the fabulous thing that had given her so much joy and happiness. Mark mumbled in his sleep, Emma never tried to waken him, she wanted to see her lover, her son, now her soul mate open his eyes to see her waiting for him. With her other hand she gently combed her hair with her fingers, she wanted to look as god as she could for him. She ran a finger tip around her eyes, her nose and lips.

Then she waited, she didn't have to wait long, why? Because her fingers refused to listen to her, they squeezed his cock several times, gently, but never the less, they and the palm of her hand squeezed him. It began to grow in her hand, as if awakening from its own slumber, a little boy being gently woken by its mommy in the morning.

Emma espied her son over her shoulder, she smiled happily and very naughtily at her illicit actions, her sons beautiful cock was in her hand, she was stroking it and it was getting bigger, 'bigger for me' she chortled silently. She glanced at the clock, it told her it was 9.15, 'it will be 12.15 in the UK I think,' she said in her head, and as if by magic, her phone chirped. She looked at it; the ID said it was her husband.

"God damnit!" she whispered to herself, wanting urgently to keep playing with the very live cock in her hand. She pondered briefly whether to answer it or not, but decided she ought to. Mark woke at the chirping, but stayed still, his mind was already fixed on the fabulous sensation coming from his cock.

"Hello," Emma said.

"Hi its me, I thought I had better call and say hello, I hope I haven't woken you?"

"You haven't woken me," Emma replied, "but you've just woken Mark though."

"He's still in bed? Tell the lazy devil to get up," he tried being funny, it didn't work for his wife.

"He'll be up in a minute or two I can assure you of that," she replied with devil in her voice. And also with her knowing hand working its magic on her son. Mark sniggered quietly; his prick was at full attention and wanting to get to work.

Mark reached around her and nipped a nipple; Emma gave out a small "Ooooh." She gave his prick a hefty squeeze in return.

"What?" Her husband said.

"Nothing, I'm just turning over, we'll be having breakfast shortly," she told him, she let go momentarily and threw the covers back. Bent her lovely head and gave his standing prick a slurping kiss.

"Ah okay," he said, well I have to go, I'll call you tonight, I think we need to talk Emma." His wife's mouth was closed over Marks glans as she listened. Emma let go reluctantly, and said.

"Yes we do, and be ready for some news," she told him shortly.

"News, what kind of news Emma?" he asked.

"You and me Don, we are moving on," her voice was strong and sure. "I want a divorce, no arguments, we are done you and I. I have a life to lead and I intend to lead it without you now. Sorry to have to break it this way, but you need to know." She closed the phone, threw it down and went back to the waiting cock, the cock she wanted to see spout its contents high into the air for her.

At the other end, her husband was staring silently at the phone with his mouth open wide. This wasn't unexpected, they had been going downhill, but obviously not at the rate of knots he had thought about. He rang her again, no answer, he rang several more times, each time she refused to answer. She couldn't have talked anyway not with a mouthful of lovely hot, hard and vibrant flesh held in it. Emma reached for the phone, found it and hurled it at the wall, the incessant chirping stopped, she got on with her loving task.

Mark was flat on his back by now staring wildly at his mother, his prick being munched beautifully by her, he started to grunt, and move under her, he was about to cum, she replaced her mouth with her hand, straddled his left thigh and she wanked him. Her hand became a blur, she felt the expansion in his prick as his cum rocketed out and up it was like a jet wash. It flew up and over his shoulder to land on the cabin wall above his head, huge globs of it splashed all around.

Emma gasped at the intense delivery, it spurted like an out of control oil well, her hand never stopped, it released more and more cum. She attempted to catch some in her mouth, she succeeded a little but a lot hit her in the eye and face too. She laughed as it hit her; it was a joyous happy laugh. It had amazed her, she couldn't remember her husband doing it like this, not even in his hey day.

She let his burning prick loose, and went into the bathroom, there she washed her face, but not before wiping his cum up on her fingers and licking them clean. Mark on the bed, had grabbed his shirt and attempted to clean the wall down, but the stain was there now, and to him it was an obvious cum stain. He wondered what the cleaning crew would think, it didn't bother him one jot.

Emma came back and got back on the bed.

"You want to go for round two right now, or shall we go for breakfast darling?" she asked him.

"I'm famished Mo...Emma, lets go and eat, but first what you just said to dad, did you mean any, or all of that?"

"I meant every word Mark, as far as I'm concerned it's me and you now, unless you don't want it that way. I'll understand if you don't feel you need or want to?" her face clouded when she said it. She hadn't gone through this scenario yet.

"Need or want to," he said loudly, "Emma Lyndhurst, are you barking mad. I love you, you are already my wife, you are not his wife any longer," referring to his father in the past tense already. "And you never will be again, and learn this Emma, you are staying my wife, okay!" The words, the way he said them were final, no room for negotiation, no compromise, end of, that's it. Kapishe!

"Well Mr Lyndhurst whilst were talking about us, you need to know something too. I have been your mother for all of your life, and nine months before that. And now being your wife and leaving your mother behind will take some getting used to, for the both of us," she said. "Can you, will you be able to, get to grips with that, us going to bed on a night instead of saying good night and going to different bedrooms?"

"I will die trying mo... Emma, and I'm so looking forward to more of this too," he nodded at his prick.

"You will never once hear me say no Mark, and I'm the sort of girl who needs lots of attention, ask your father why he's in the predicament he's in now. But there is more to a marriage than sex believe me darling." She told him.

"I know Emma, I'm well aware of the responsibilities of you, me, us."

"How do you know baby, and while were on the subject, how come you know so much about a woman, who's been teaching you, hmmm?" There was a knock on the door, it was the cleaners, Mark breathed a sigh of relief, 'I'll have to be more careful in what I tell my mo... wife,' he thought. 

Emma would remember the question though, she had seen a glint in his eye when she had asked him that, and a woman knows these things, and she also knew that a boy his age shouldn't be this worldly wise at his age. Although she was happily glad that he did. The climaxes she had had with him already broke all of her record books. 

She had always known of his closeness to Cathy, and even had lewdly thought, "I wouldn't be surprised if the young bugger made some sort of play for her in a given moment." But these had only ever been occasional thoughts, now she suspected that there might have been more than lewd thoughts. But, she reasoned, "if he has, if they did, then I'll owe a debt of gratitude to her for the rest of my life for bringing Mark to me, although she'll never know it!"

Mark's question, "what are you smiling at Emma?" brought her back to reality.

"Oh nothing that won't keep baby, lets go for breakfast, I have work for you later!" she grinned at him, and stroked his arm lovingly. He smiled back so disarmingly, she melted.

"I'll be on duty maam, when ever you call for my services," he told her with a smirk.




A Loving Step



When Dana was nine years old her mom married Tom. He was a wonderful man and treated her mother very well, unlike Dana's abusive real father. Never had Dana heard him raise his voice to her mother, much less hit her. Dana's real father was a monster. She could still remember the times when he would come home drunk and beat her mom, which was about every other day. It finally came to an end one night when Dana was six. They were at the supper table and he grabbed Dana by the arm, because she had accidentally knocked over her glass of milk, and dislocated her shoulder. That's when Dana's mom picked up the rolling pin from the kitchen counter and hit her dad over the head with it, knocking him out cold. 

She rushed Dana to the emergency room and called the police right from the hospital to have her father arrested for child abuse. The police had found her dad still passed out on the kitchen floor and hauled him off. Her dad swore that when he got out he would get Dana's mom. He probably would have made good on that promise too, but the day he was released he decided to stop at one of his old haunts for a drink or ten. Then he went and ran a stop sign and got side-swiped by a county dump trunk and was dead, and that was the end of Dana's worries. Dana was glad. She hated her father. She hated the way he hit her mother and how he hurt her shoulder. She secretly prayed that her father were dead so he couldn't hurt her or her mother any more, and it happened. Two years later, her mom met Tom and they married six months after that. Dana loved Tom and called him dad, and she loved Dave, Tom's son, and called him her brother. 

Dave was the same age as Dana and they were in the same grade at school. When Tom and Dave moved in with Dana and her mom, Dana took Dave around and introduced him to all her friends. Dana had some good friends, but she was confused by the way they treated Dave. Most of them would smile and say hello when she introduced her new brother but some of them were down right rude, refusing to even say hi. And after Dave came to her school, Dana noticed that some of the kids even stopped speaking to her too. 

"It's because of Dave," Amy, her best friend, had told her when Dana asked her why. "Because he's, well, you know, black."

Yeah, so what if he was black? Dana never could understand what skin color had to do with how a person was. Apparently, though, some of the other kids had a different idea about it. Dana didn't care. If the other kids didn't like Dave because he was black then they were stupid. Besides, he wasn't that black. To Dana, he looked like he had a really good tan all the time, that's all. But this was the south, and some people brought their children up to dislike black people just because they were black. What Dana didn't understand was, how could these same people go to church on Sunday and read their bibles and suppose to love their brothers, then treat black folk so cruel? A few years later, she would learn the word "hypocrite". 

But Dana loved Dave and they grew up very close, since Dana and just a couple of her friends were the only ones who didn't care that Dave was black. Dave was the perfect brother, she couldn't ask for one better. And she also thought Dave was cute. Years later, when the hormones kicked in, as did the interest in boys, Dana would ask Amy and the other girls if they thought Dave was cute too. Most of them gave her weird looks, like she was nuts, but Dana didn't care. Dave had grown into quite a young man. He was tall and very muscular. Dave had asked for some weights one year for Christmas, because he got beat up by three boys after school, and he worked out with them every day. Now, no one tried to pick a fight with Dave. He showed them why, too, one day after school when he and Dana were in the tenth grade. Four boys were giving Dana a hard time about Dave. They called her terrible names and said disgusting things to her and wouldn't leave her alone. Then, it was Dave to the rescue. Normally a very passive boy, Dave took on all four of those boys and beat the hell out of three of them; the fourth one ran away. Those boys were seniors too, and Dave was only a sophomore. After that, a lot of the kids disliked Dave even more, but one or two started talking to him a little bit. To Dana, though, Dave was her prince; her knight in shining armor that had come to her rescue.

When they were in the tenth grade, Dave tried out for varsity football and basketball. Most of the kids didn't like Dave, but they sure did like him well enough when he was running for touchdowns and slam dunking the ball, and they loved the state titles he helped the school win. There were five of them in all, three in football and two in basketball, and everyone knew they were mostly because of Dave. Dana got to witness every one of her brother's high school sports achievements too, as she had made varsity cheerleader as a sophomore. 

Dana was regarded as the prettiest girl in school, by far. She had grown into quite the beauty. Standing 5'7", she had long blond hair and a fabulous body, athletic but not muscular. Her legs were long, her butt was smooth and tight, and her breasts were round and firm but not overly large. Amy once told her that all the other girls were envious of her. Dana thought her looks were a blessing and a curse at the same time. Most of the girls were jealous of the way she looked; on the other hand, it was probably her looks that gave her what popularity she did have. She tried to use that popularity to get Dave in some of the inner circles at school, but to no avail, so she gave up. As an athlete, Dave was a hero, but off the field their peers mostly shunned him. As a result, Dana didn't date much. She was asked by many, but she would only go out with a boy who was nice to Dave, more importantly, one who had always been nice to him, not just recently. She was no dummy, and neither was Dave. He saw what Dana was doing and tried his best to get her to accept more dates and go out more. Dana wouldn't budge though, and if the truth were to be known, Dave was secretly glad she stayed home so much with him. When Dana had been voted homecoming queen, she asked Dave to be her escort to the homecoming dance. It took some doing on her part, but Dave finally accepted as he rarely refused her anything. They had a good time but didn't stay long. Dana could sense that Dave was a little uncomfortable, so shortly after all the ceremonial stuff was over they left and spent the rest of the night watching movies and eating popcorn on the couch.

Growing up, the two of them became very close. Sometimes, it seemed, they were each other's only friends. They shared practically everything with each other, spending hours upon hours on the couch talking while watching television. It wasn't until recently, however, that Dana started looking at Dave as a man instead of a brother. She really couldn't explain it, it just sort of hit her one day. She had always been used to seeing Dave run around in nothing but a pair of gym shorts in the summer, and had thought nothing of wearing T-shirts with no bra and short shorts around the house. But last summer, it seemed like, she began paying more attention to Dave's body. All this last year, she would catch herself daydreaming about Dave. She would think about the way his arms looked, his broad chest and shoulders, his six-pack stomach, his muscular legs. And as she lay in bed at night, she would often think of his awesome butt and the huge bulge in front. If she wasn't careful and let her imagination go too far, she could feel herself getting wet between her legs. Several times, she had caught Dave taking lingering looks at her also and thought the bulge in the front of his pants looked bigger. Could he be having similar thoughts about her, she wondered? The thought of that excited Dana, but she couldn't bring herself to ask him about it. She didn't want to embarrass him. All Dana knew was that when she lay awake in bed at night rubbing her wet pussy to orgasm, her thoughts were on her brother. 

More fuel had been given to Dana's fire one Saturday about a two months ago. She had just stepped out of the shower and was admiring her body in the full-length mirror. She liked her body and took care of it well. She liked the way her breasts looked; they were about the size of grapefruits and they didn't sag a bit. She liked the way her nipples sat, pointing outward and protruding about a half inch. She liked the way her tummy was nice and flat and the way her hips gently curved. She liked the way her pussy was neatly trimmed and shaven. She liked her tight, firm butt and her long legs. There wasn't an ounce of cellulite anywhere. Then, the bathroom door opened and in walked Dave. They both froze. Dana's eyes locked on those of her brother's as he just stood there in his boxers with mouth agape. But her eyes were soon drawn to his crotch, where his penis was now poking straight out, threatening to tear the fabric of his shorts. She looked back up for a second and saw that Dave's eyes were drinking in her totally naked body, forging an impression in his memory that he would never forget. It seemed they stood that way for minutes, though in reality it was only a few seconds, before Dave mumbled something and they were both brought out of their trance. Dana scrambled for a towel as Dave turned around and quickly left. Holding the towel in front of her, Dana began to feel her legs getting weak. She had to sit down on the commode lid to catch her breath, which was now getting ragged. She wasn't upset, in fact, she was excited about what had just happened. Her pussy was damp and beginning to tingle. She wanted to rub it, but then she thought about Dave and how embarrassed he must be. She decided to let him know that she wasn't mad, that she knew it was an accident, so she put on her robe and went down the hall. Her brother's bedroom door was closed when she reached it, and just as she was about to knock she heard sounds coming from within the room. It sounded as if they were moaning sounds. Instead of knocking, Dana reached for the doorknob and quietly turned it. She gently pushed the door open a couple of inches and peeked in. What she saw was Dave, lying stark naked on his bed. His eyes were closed and he was furiously stroking a cock that looked to Dana to be about nine inches or more in length. She stood there mesmerized as her brother fisted his fat monster. She could feel her own juices running down her thighs as one hand was instinctively drawn there. As Dana stood, rubbing her pussy, she saw her brother's hips begin to buck as he let out a low moan, then torrents of thick, white cum was shooting out of his cock. It landed on the pillow beside him, on his neck, and all over his chest and stomach. Dana thought there looked to be about a pint of the milky fluid splattered all over the place. Somehow, she managed to silently close Dave's bedroom door again. She practically fell against the wall, and on weak legs, made it back to the bathroom with one hand still between her legs. She locked the door, threw off her robe, and sat on the commode lid. Her pussy was absolutely soaked, and she came within seconds of sitting down. She was so turned on. Her mind replayed the scene she had just witnessed as she continued to rub her aching pussy. She had never seen a penis that large in her life. Of course, she didn't have much to compare to. Although she didn't date much, there was one boy she had dated more than a few times. His name was Billy and they had gone out about five or six times earlier this year. On their fourth date, Dana had let Billy talk her into giving him a hand job while they parked, and on their last two dates she had conceded to sucking his dick, even letting him cum in her mouth, while he pulled aside her panties and fingered her pussy. But Billy's cock was only about five or six inches, no where near what Dave had. The image of her brother's enormous dick danced through her mind as Dana sat rubbing herself. She imagined what that big thing felt like, how it would feel in her mouth, but mostly how it would feel inside her steaming pussy. Dana came a second time, then sat back catching her breath before getting back in the shower to wash herself off. 

Later that day, Dana had reassured Dave that she was not angry or upset about what happened. She knew it was an accident and told her brother not to worry about it. Dave seemed relieved and apologized profusely, but after a couple of days, the incident seemed to be forgotten. At least, it was not talked about anymore. Dana would not forget it, especially the aftermath. She had been using the image of her brother masturbating for a month now to fuel her own erotic dreams. She couldn't remember a time in her life when she masturbated as often as she had been doing since that day. And she had a sneaking suspicion that her brother was also using his mental image of her naked body to do the same, which only excited her more. But as often as she did herself, Dana was not completely satisfied. She had become fixated on her brother's enormous cock. Oh, her self-induced orgasms were pleasurable and she always achieved one, but she was never totally satisfied and knew she wouldn't be until she had that big cock. 

At first, Dana had felt a little uncomfortable about wearing her scanty clothing around the house after the bathroom incident, then she rationalized that she had always dressed like that so it was nothing new. But now, she dressed even more provocatively. Her breasts were so firm that she never had the need to wear a bra anyway, but now she made the most of that circumstance. She took to wearing loose belly shirts that hung just a couple inches below her breasts, and her shorts got shorter and tighter. She knew Dave was sneaking peeks at her around the house and she enjoyed it. She would put on a little show sometimes for her brother whenever they were alone. For example, if they were in the living room watching television at night, Dana would sometimes stretch out on the couch. She would raise both arms above her head and pretend to stretch, causing her belly shirt to raise so it just barely covered the bottom of her breasts, sometimes even exposing just a hint of them. Other times, she would lie on the couch and raise one leg straight up in the air, again to "stretch", and run her hands up her smooth, long leg. And yet, other times still, she would unbutton and partly unzip her ultra short, cut off jeans in order to "relax more comfortably". She made sure that everything looked perfectly innocent, but got off on the looks her brother was giving her and especially, the bulge in Dave's gym shorts that enormous cock of his made. 

Then there was the time out at the lake about two weeks ago. It was a hot May day, and Dana had dressed in a thin, white tank top and white gym shorts with her tennis shoes. She and her brother were coming back from the store when he suggested they go and check out the lake. So they drove to a well-known swimming spot with a little pier and dock for the kids to swim from. While they were on the dock, Dana got a wicked idea. 

"I wonder if the water has warmed up enough to swim yet?" she asked her brother.

"I kinda doubt it," he replied, "it's still too early in the year for swimming. At least, I wouldn't go in yet." Dana gave her brother a smile and squatted down near the edge of the dock to put her hand in the water. "Better be careful or you'll..." was all Dana heard before she "fell" in. Dave helped his sister back up on the dock, then Dana noticed him just staring at her. Her tank top clung to her breasts and was nearly transparent, as were her gym shorts. The cold water had made Dana's nipples instantly erect, and they stood out almost begging to be nibbled on. 

That was two weeks ago, and now Dana sat with her brother in their living room again. She was on the couch and was wearing the same robe she had on when she watched her brother stroking his big dick. The television was on and they were watching some silly comedy. During a commercial, Dana rolled over and turned to her brother.

"You know, the prom is only about a week and a half away."

"So it is," Dave said.

"Well, are you gonna go?" she asked him.

Dave laughed out loud and said, "No way."

"Why not? Come on, don't you wanna go to your own prom?" she asked him.

"Oh yeah, sure, and sit in the corner all night with the dorks who come stag because they couldn't get a date? Uh, no thank you," he laughed.

"Dave, you only have one senior prom in your lifetime. You can't miss it. You'll look back twenty years from now and kick yourself for not going," Dana told him. "Besides, you wouldn't have to go stag."

"Oh? Who's gonna go with me?" he asked.

"I will, of coarse," Dana said, smiling at him.

"You? Why would you wanna go to your senior prom with your brother? Haven't about all the guys asked you?" Dave questioned.

"Well, some have," she told him, "but I haven't accepted anyone's invitation."

"Why not?"

"Because I wanna go with you," Dana said teasingly. "Did you know I'm up for prom queen? Maybe I'll win?"

"You'll win, you're the hottest girl in school and everyone knows it," Dave said and smiled.

"See then, that's all the more reason for you to go," she said. "You don't want to miss your sister getting crowned prom queen, do you? And what would it look like if the prom queen showed up at her own prom without an escort? Oh please, Davey, say you'll be my date." Anytime Dana wanted something from her brother, she always called him Davey and used her special little whiney voice that she knew he couldn't refuse. Dave slumped in his chair and put his hands over his face.

"Don't do this to me," he said. He peeked through his fingers at his beautiful sister sitting there with a pleading look on her angelic face. "Ok, you win. I know I'm gonna regret this, but I'll be your date to the prom."

Dana squealed with delight and ran over to her brother. She bent down and kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thank you, brother, I love you. I promise you won't regret it." Then she looked him in the eyes for a few seconds and plopped back down on the couch. If things worked out right, prom night would be a night neither of them would forget.

Dave waited at the bottom of the stairs for Dana to come down. He looked quite dashing in his gray tuxedo, complete with top hat, gloves, walking stick and tails. To think, two weeks ago he wasn't even going to the prom, and now he looked more like a groom than a prom date. Dave had to admit that ever since Dana had talked him into going, he started getting into the idea. She was right, this was his once-in-a-lifetime senior prom, so why not go all out? He told himself he would never admit it to his sister, but he was glad she had convinced him to go. Mom had snapped seven or eight pictures while Dad shot the video and both had made such a fuss about how handsome Dave looked that all he wanted to do now was get going. Of course, though, Dana was taking her sweet time about it. Finally, he heard his sister's sweet voice calling from upstairs.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

Dana appeared at the top of the stairs. After doing one last check in her bedroom mirror, even she had to admit she looked pretty damn good, and judging by everyone's reaction when they saw her, so did the rest of her family. Dana was dressed in a sleeveless, white gown that was split up the middle to mid thigh and hugged her body tightly in all the right places. She thought for a moment she was going to have to grease herself to get the thing on, but the effort was well worth it. Two thin spaghetti straps went over her soft shoulders and she wore a single silver chain around her neck with a turquoise heart attached to it. She also wore a turquoise bracelet and matching dangling earrings, white thigh-highs with lacey tops, white high-heel pumps and a lacey white thong. Her normally straight blond hair had been rolled, giving it a gentle curl, and was now pulled back from the sides and held in place with a silver barrette. She was a picture of simple elegance. 




A Loving Step



"Dana," Mom said with a tear in her eye. "Honey, you look absolutely beautiful."

"You sure do, sweetheart," said Dad. 

"Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad," Dana said through a big smile.

"David, what do think of your prom date?" Dad asked.

"Incredible," was all Dave could say. 

Dana blushed and giggled. "Why, thank you dear brother. And I must say, you look quite dapper yourself. Hey Mom, do you think I should bring along a big stick to beat the women away from my date?"

"You just might have to," Mom said with a smile.

"Alright you two, knock it off," Dave said. "Here, sis, this is for you." Dave slipped a white carnation corsage on Dana's wrist.

"Awwww, Dave, it's beautiful. Thank you," Dana said and kissed her brother's cheek.

More pictures were taken and more video was shot, and it was thirty more minutes before Dana and Dave finally left for the prom in their father's car. Mom told them to have a wonderful time, and Dad said that for tonight only, they could stay out as long as they wanted, provided there was no drinking involved. Dad didn't have to worry, he knew Dave didn't touch the stuff. After a thirty minute drive, Dave finally pulled the car into the parking lot of the hotel where the prom was being held. 

The party was in full swing, but all heads seemed to turn when Dana and Dave walked in together. Dana leaned up and whispered to her brother, "Pay them no mind."

Dave just chuckled and said, "They're all looking at you anyway. They're dumb-struck at how beautiful you look tonight."

Dana elbowed Dave in the ribs. "Stop it, you're embarrassing me."

The evening progressed without incident. Some of the more snooty ones gave Dana and Dave some weird looks, but other than that everything seemed to go along fine. They had a good time mingling, though Dana sensed that Dave was a little uncomfortable. It was better on the dance floor when it was just the two of them. At one point, Dana got up and went over to the bandstand. When the band finished the number they were playing, Dana motioned to the singer, who bent down to talk to her. Dana asked them to play something slow, and when they began she grabbed Dave and pulled him on the floor. She threw her arms around Dave's neck and danced with him very close, close enough that she rubbed against him and could feel his big cock through his trousers. She pretended it was all very innocent, but she loved the feel of her brother's manhood pressing against her. 

Soon enough, someone came around with the ballots for prom king and queen, and when it was all said and done, Dana was voted prom queen. She was crowned and had to dance with the king, Rick Carrier, who she didn't really like too much, but it was tradition so she went along with it. Although their dad had given them permission to stay out as long as they wanted, Dana and Dave decided to go home after the dance and skip the parties. They arrived home around one-thirty and quietly entered the house. Each went to their own rooms to change. Dana quickly got out of her clothes and into her robe. She walked down the hall and lightly tapped on Dave's door before entering.

Dave was wearing just his boxers. "Did you have a good time tonight?" she asked him.

"Yeah, I did actually."

"Good," she said with a smile. "Well, I just wanted to thank you properly for taking me." 

"Properly?" Dave asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Dana smiled and walked over to him. She reached up and put her arms around Dave's neck, causing him to bend down a bit, and kissed him gently, tenderly, on the lips. It lasted just a few seconds, and when they broke they remained just a few inches apart. Dana looked intently into her brother's eyes, smiled, and pulled him to her again. This time she pressed her lips to his firmly, parting them and extending her tongue, searching for his. She slid her tongue passed his lips and into his mouth. She had taken him a bit by surprise, and before he could do anything her tongue was swirling in his mouth, finding his tongue and dancing with it. She reached down with one hand and began to stroke his cock through his boxers. That's when she felt Dave grab her by her upper arms and push her away.

"Dana, what are you doing?" he asked her.

Still with her hand on his cock, Dana whispered, "Shhhhh, it's okay."

"No, it's not okay. We can't be doing this," Dave said.

But his cock told a different story. It had steadily been growing in Dana's hand as she stroked it. "Relax, my wonderful brother, we're both 18 and adults now. I know what I'm doing," she told him. "It'll be alright, I promise."

Dana dropped to her knees in front of him, then reached up and slipped her fingers over the elastic of his boxers. She pulled his shorts out in the front then slowly began to lower them. She pulled them down all the way to his ankles and helped him step out of them before looking up. Dave's cock was at full attention and pointing up at about a forty-five degree angle. It looked even bigger than when Dana had saw it when she watched him jerking off that time. She marveled at it's length and girth. She ran her hands up Dave's thighs as she straightened her back, until his huge cock was throbbing just inches in front of her face. Dana leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue around the massive head. 

She heard her brother sigh deeply, then she began to slide her tongue down the entire length of his shaft and over his big balls. She wondered how much cum was packed into those huge balls as she tongued them. She was determined to find out. She licked all over his entire shaft, coating it with her saliva, until she was back to the head. She spat into the palm of her right hand and wrapped it around his shaft, and as she started to stroke it slowly she opened her mouth wide and took the head in. Dana estimated his cock to be about ten inches and hard as a rock, except the head which was smooth and spongy. She sucked on his cock slowly, swirling her tongue around the underside of the head, and taking more and more of it into her mouth each time she moved forward. She coordinated her hand movement on his shaft with her head bobbing, loving the feel of the big veins as it slid back and forth in her slippery hand. Soon, the head was hitting the back of her throat, but Dana didn't gag. 

She relaxed her throat muscles and tried to force even more of Dave's awesome cock down her throat. By pulling it down with her hand and holding it there so that it was sticking almost straight out from his pelvis, Dana could take about seven inches of the huge monster in her mouth. With her free hand, she reached down an untied her robe and slipped it off her shoulders, the reached up and began fondling his big balls as she began to increase the speed of her sucking. Dana was sucking her brother's big cock at a good pace now, her hand moving up and down the shaft in time with her mouth. 

After only about five minutes, she felt his muscles begin to tighten, as did his balls, and she knew he was going to cum. Dana sucked hard on just the last couple inches of his cock while she furiously pumped the shaft with her fist, and just as Dave was about to cum she pulled his cock out of her mouth and stuck out her tongue while she jerked him. Dave moaned loudly and began cumming. Hot, thick gobs of cum flew everywhere; in her hair, in her mouth, on her face and on her neck. Dana couldn't believe how much of it there was. Billy had never came like this. She continued jerking his cock until his spasms subsided, then reinserted it back in her mouth and sucked hard, squeezing the last drop out of it into her mouth. 

When she released his cock, she leaned back. Dana was a mess. Cum was dripping off her face and running down her neck. She slipped her arms out of her robe and reached up with both hands. Dana kneeled on the floor in just a thong now, the crotch of which was thoroughly soaked, and began rubbing and massaging Dave's cum all over her body, and there was enough of it to almost cover all of her. She moaned as she rubbed his cum over her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples as she did. Dave was in a state of disbelief. He had just received a fantastic blowjob from his own sister, he had blown his entire load all over her beautiful face, and now he was watching her smearing his cum all over herself. His cock remained hard as he looked down at her on the floor in front of him. Dana finally stood up and removed her soaked thong. She kissed Dave lightly on the lips, then walked over to his bed. 

"My turn," she said and laid across his bed with her legs hanging over the side.

Dave had never gone down on a woman, but he had watched enough porn on video and seen enough pictures on the internet that he thought he knew what to do. He walked over to the bed and kneeled on the floor between Dana's legs. Dana felt him kissing and licking his way up the insides of her thighs, then he lifted her legs and placed them on his wide shoulders. Her hairless pussy was completely exposed to him now, and Dana felt his hot breath on it. Except for Billy's fingers, no one had ever been this close to her pussy, let alone eaten it out. She was absolutely soaked in anticipation, then she felt Dave begin to kiss it all over. Then he was taking her pussy lips into his mouth, one at a time, and sucking on them. When Dave began licking her entire slit, Dana was in heaven and let out little gasps each time he brushed her clit. Dave slid his big hands under Dana's little ass and used his thumbs to pull her pussy lips open, and when he began flicking his tongue over her exposed clit she immediately came. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Dana moaned in a little high-pitched voice as she jerked around on the bed beneath her brother's mouth. Dave continued on. He slid both thumbs into Dana's hot pussy and pulled her open, then began fucking her with his tongue. Dana moaned and rolled from side to side. "Oh god, yes!" she moaned. "Eat my pussy! Oh, that's so good!" She then felt him slid two fingers inside her and surround her clit with his mouth. He started sucking and flicking his tongue over her clit, and Dana felt another orgasm coming on.

"Oh yes, brother, just like that! Oh, you're gonna make me cum again! Oh, please, don't stop!" Dana wailed. "Oh, yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Dana reached down and held his head in place and arched her back as her second orgasm overtook her. Wave after wave washed over her as every muscle in her tightened and her pussy convulsed. Mercifully, Dave stopped and was now just kissing her and lapping up her juices. Dana's orgasm seemed to last forever. When it finally did subside, she lay panting on the bed. She looked down and saw her brother looking back up at her from between her legs with a smile on his shiny wet face. 

"Oh, dear brother, that was great. But now I want you to come up here so I can fuck you."

Dana motioned for Dave to lay on his back in the middle of the bed. When he was in position, Dana straddled his hips. She bent down to kiss him deeply while she began to slide her wet pussy along the length of his throbbing cock. She felt his hands on her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, rolling and pulling on her erect nipples with his thumbs and fingers. Dana couldn't wait any longer. This was the moment she had been waiting years for. She was finally about to lose her virginity to her brother. She raised up on her knees and reached back behind her for his large cock. She positioned the head at her entrance and slowly began to sit back. She felt the head of Dave's cock slip between her inner lips. She pressed down a little more and then he was inside her. Slowly, she slid another two inches of that massive cock inside her, then she had to stop. It was so damn big, and she was so tight.

"Are you alright?" Dave asked.

"Yes," she smiled down at him, "I just have to go slow to get use to it. But I want it all."

"It feels so good, sis," Dave said. "You're pussy is so tight and wet."

She continued to sit back on his fat cock, taking a couple inches at a time and resting. After a couple minutes, Dana was sitting on her brother's lap with his full length up inside her. She felt as if she had been stretched to her very limit, but it felt so very good. Dana had broken her hymen during cheerleader practice two years ago, but except for Billy's fingers and her own, nothing had ever been inside her pussy before. She was a little surprised, herself, that she had been able to take all of Dave's huge cock.

"Oh, god, Dana!" Dave moaned from beneath her. "You did it. I'm completely inside you."

She slowly began to move on it, raising and lowering herself, until she had worked up a fairly good rhythm. She felt his hands slid down to her hips now as she rode his big dick. She could feel her juices seeping out of her stuffed pussy and knew they were running down over his balls and asshole. She altered her strokes from time to time from simply bouncing up and down on his cock to taking his full length inside her and thrusting her hips back and forth. She was in pure ecstasy and felt the on-set of an orgasm approaching. 

"Ohhhh, I'm gonna cum!" she moaned. She bounced on his cock faster as her orgasm began to build. Just as she was about to explode she slammed down hard on his cock. Dana's whole body shook as her pussy squeezed around his fat cock. She let out a series of chirps and squeaks as she came and Dave reached up and pulled on her nipples. When she stopped cumming, Dana collapsed forward on Dave's chest, almost gasping for air. Dave began to gently thrust his pelvis up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her. He had his hands on her ass and was helping her move. 

"Mmmmm," Dana moaned. "Roll us over and fuck me hard."

Holding her tight, Dave rolled them both over and was on his elbows above her. He lowered his lips to hers and as they kissed he began thrusting into her. He started slow, but was soon humping her like a wild man. Dana raised her legs and wrapped them around his ass as he plunged that huge cock into her over and over again. She could hear squishing and slapping sounds coming from their pelvic areas as he fucked her, and still she implored him to go faster and harder. Dave was up on his hands now, his palms flat on the bed beside her. She could feels his huge balls slapping against her tiny asshole as he banged her. 

"Oh, baby, you feel so good," he groaned. "I'm gonna cum!" He started to pull out of her but Dana grabbed him.

"No, I'm on the pill. Cum inside me!" she urged. "I want to feel you cum inside me!"

She felt him jab at her two or three times quickly, then he let out a low moan. Dana felt his cock begin to swell and explode deep inside her. She felt his hot cum splash against the walls of her pussy as his cock erupted inside her. This set off another orgasm for her, and she arched her back and ground her pussy against his cock. Dana was bucking her hips beneath him as she came and Dave was shoving his cock as far inside her as he could. When it was over, Dave lowered himself back to his elbows and kissed his sister long and deep. He stayed inside her until his cock finally deflated, then slowly rolled off her and lay beside his panting sister.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to walk again," Dana said after a few minutes had passed. They both laughed.

"Oh, baby, do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?" Dave asked her.

"Probably as long as I've wanted to," Dana said and kissed his cheek. 

"You too?" he said.

"I've wanted you for a long time, but I knew I had to have you ever since that day you walked in on me in the bathroom. After you left, I put on my robe to come tell you not to worry, that I knew it was an accident. When I got to your room I heard noises, so I cracked the door and saw you jerking off," Dana confessed.

"You saw that?" Dave asked a little embarrassed.

"Uh-huh. And when I saw that big cock of yours and the way you made your cum shoot out of it into the air, I knew I had to have it. Please don't be embarrassed. I went straight back to the bathroom, sat on the commode and fingered myself until I came," Dana said with a sheepish grin. "What's more, every time I masturbated after that day, I always thought of you and your big, cum-spurting cock." 

"And every time I jerked off at night, I always thought of you standing in the bathroom, naked as the day you were born....but with a lot more curves," Dave said and again they both laughed. "So what now? I mean, is tonight a one-time thing?"

"Do you want it to be?"

"Do you even need to ask? Hell, girl, I just fucked the prom queen," he chuckled.

"And if the first time was this good, it can only get better. As far as I'm concerned, dear brother," she said, "you can fuck this prom queen any time you want." Dana leaned over and kissed her brother deep on the lips as she reached down and took hold of his cock. She fell asleep in his arms with her hand still wrapped around it.



A Loving Sunday Morning



“No, you can’t have me,” she said as she climbed back into the bed last Sunday morning, naked and smiling.

I rolled over and pushed myself over her, holding her then stroking her, lovingly. “No?” I asked. I moved myself more on top of her, my already stiff cock sliding over her smooth tan thigh and dropping between her legs. I was hot, having already woken her gently by pushing my cock between her closed thighs while she slept on her side. I’d wet my cock with my own saliva so it slid easily and sensuously between her legs. Then she’d gotten out of bed to pee.

She sighed, “No, you can not.”

I kissed her face, she turned away from me, avoiding the kiss I wanted to give her. She’s done that all the time in the morning, not wanting to kiss until later in the day. “Morning breath” was her excuse.

I kissed her cheek then worked my way down to her neck and onto her slender, delicious shoulder. I was getting harder and I slipped my cock up and down over her pussy. She moaned and tried, weakly, to push me off. I continued my assault on her body, kissing, sucking and biting her neck and shoulders.

I worked my left hand down her side and over her slender right hip. Her body responded, despite her protests. I kissed my way down her chest and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking it between my lips. She groaned as I flicked her nipple with my tongue, gently but rapidly. Her nipple expanded and grew up into my mouth. I bit down on it, gently, gaining increased response from her mouth.

I moved down, caressing her tits and sides. I was moving to her lovely, nectar filled pussy, and she knew it. She moaned again, thrashing her head from side to side. I laved attention on her flat, smooth, tan stomach. So soft and warm it was. I continued on my trek to her pussy, as I got closer she pushed on my head away.

“No, I don’t want you to do that,” she told me. I looked in her gorgeous deep green eyes and sensed turmoil. She never 'wanted' me to eat her, but always enjoyed it. She also liked to be ‘forced’ to accept my attentions.

I pulled her legs apart, opening her pussy to my view. I ducked my head down. “What, you don’t want me to do this?” I asked as I licked her wet pussy. “Oh, no. Don’t do that,” she breathed out. With a twinkle in my eye, and determined to pleasure her, I lowered my head further and sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. I licked up her lips to her clit, feeling its hardness with the tip of my tongue. I continued working on her pussy, alternately sucking and licking her pussy, flicking her clit, as she climbed toward her first orgasm of the morning.

After just a few minutes of this she came; moaning, “Oh my god!” as she did.

I pushed myself up, holding my upper body up over her with straight arms. I looked into her eyes and reached down with my right hand, taking my long, hard cock in my hand. I rubbed the head, leaking pre-come, over her pussy and brushed it past her clit. She moaned again. I pushed my cock head down between her pussy lips, separating them with it and felt her heat and wetness. She was soaked from her own juices and my licking. It felt glorious against my cockhead.

I pushed forward, entering her more quickly than usual, causing her to cry out in shock at the sudden intrusion. “No!” she said again. But I knew I had her on this bright, sunny Sunday morning. She should be getting ready for church, but here she was, hot for a good fucking. Shit, I should be getting ready to fulfill my own obligations to my sister that morning, but she was too delicious, too sexy. I couldn’t just leave!

I pushed in further, then pulled out. My cock was growing even harder and longer from the stimulation of her tight pussy. She was like velvet around me, tight, wet and so sensational! I thrust back into her and she cried out again. “You’re so big! You’re so deep!” she cried out as I hit her cervix. I loved being in her so far, right up to the hilt!

I tried kissing her, I wanted to taste her mouth and I knew morning breath wasn’t a problem; we’d both brushed. But she turned away again. Frustrated, I kissed her face again. I was so hot for her. I thrust in and out of her pussy. Harder and longer my strokes got until she was moaning almost constantly.

“Ohh, ahh. Harder, harder,” she moaned deeply. I complied, getting very turned on hearing her talk to me like that. I thrust deeper and faster, really slamming into her mons, hammering her cervix with the head of my cock. “Ohh!” she cried. “I feel you so deep! Oh my god, you are so deep!” she cried out as her first cock-induced orgasm hit her, hard!

She squeezed my cock as I continued thrusting into her. I kept stroking her with longer and longer strokes, until I miscalculated and came out. “No!” she exclaimed, still feeling the effects of her orgasm. She reached down and pulled my wet cock back into her. “Fuck me!” she insisted.

I started up again, my cock as hard as a steel shaft! She was really turning me on with all her talk. That was unlike her. She talks, just not so soon in our sessions. So I could tell she was really excited this morning. I tried to kiss her again, on the mouth. But again she turned away. I held her head on both sides of her face and tried to hold her while I kissed her. She forced her face away.

I needed to kiss her; I wouldn’t feel fulfilled until I’d kissed her. And this was silly, morning breathe indeed! “You like this, you like feeling my cock in you so deep, so hard?” I asked.

“Yes,” she breathed, “I love it!”

“Then kiss me, I want to kiss you,” I pleaded.

“No, not this morning. I’ve got morning breath,” she said, confirming my thoughts..

I fucked her harder, my cock swollen and insistent. Deep in her. She was so wet from her orgasms, but I wasn’t ready to come. I wanted more. I wanted to kiss her.

I grabbed her head with both hands, determined to kiss her this time, no matter what she wanted. She struggled as I turned her face up to mine. She twisted her head to the left; I rotated it back up. She quickly turned her head to the right, I corrected for it and pulled her face back up to mine, crushing my lips against hers.

Then I felt a gush as her pussy released a load of juice around my cock! She was getting off on this. Wow! I got more excited and continued to force my mouth against hers, finally forcing my tongue into her mouth and kissing her, hard. She continued to fight me, all the while her pussy gushing around my thrusting cock! I was in heaven, I’d found out her secret!

I fucked her harder as I kissed her, then I released her mouth to let her breathe. She was tense, I’d never felt her so tense, her whole body felt like a taut band, ready to release! I kept fucking her, my own feelings soaring! I was still holding her head and I rotated her face up to mine again, but she continued to fight me! I forced her to kiss me again, using a lot of strength to overpower her. She was really wound up now, ready to explode!

The cell phone rang. 

“Shit!” I said. 

I knew it was my sister, I’d promised to be at her place by 8 and it was now 9. We'd been fucking for an hour now! I pulled out to go get the phone from the chest of drawers. I didn’t want my 15 year old son to come wandering back looking for the source of the ringing. And I knew that if I didn’t answer it my sister would just try again until I did.

“I pissed!” my girlfriend yelled. I understood completely, but I couldn’t change the fact that I’d pulled out just as she was about to come! Damn! I finished the call and put the phone down. She’d gotten out of bed by then, and used the toilet. I was still semi-hard.

I sat on the bed as she stood in front of me. “We really have to stop, you’ve got to get over there,” she said.

“I know, but we’re not done,” I replied.

“Oh no, you won’t start up again,” she laughed.

“You don’t think so?” I asked, as I pulled her onto the bed. She grabbed my hardening cock.

“You are incredible,” she told me, not for the first time since we’d met.

“Do you remember the other night, when I fucked you as your ass hung off the end of the bed?” I asked her, teasing her with memories of our lovemaking only two nights prior.

“Yes, I do,” she replied.

“Remember how it felt, with my cock pushing up into you from below?” I continued.

“You mean, like this?” she asked as she moved forward and sank down on my now steel hard cock, raising my excitement level as she played along with me. I was sitting on my feet, my knees slightly spread. She had her legs around me, her knees up as she sat on me. She filled her pussy with my cock as I watched her. She was completely naked, skin shiny with our sweat. She started fucking me, pushing herself up and down with her legs as she held onto my neck for balance.

“I love looking at you when we do this,” she said, quietly.

“What, seeing my big cock going in and out of your pussy?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“I love to see it too,” I continued. “I love that you like it, that turns me on. Can you see it now?”

She looked down, “Yes, you look so good.”

God how I loved this woman! So beautiful, so sexy, so erotic! We continued fucking like this for several minutes. I was overcome with lust, I reached around and grabbed her perfect ass and pulled her up and down on my cock. I held her up while I thrust my hips into her. We were on fire but finally my legs and knees couldn’t take the abuse and I stopped.

I pulled her off and looked at her. I always have trouble coming, more so if I’m tired. I was a little tired and off the pace a bit. So I started stroking myself.

“I love to see you do that, masturbate,” she said, watching me closely.

“You do, do you?” I teased.

“Yes, it is so sexy. I love it,” she retorted.

I continued, moving back a little so I could get a good stroke going. My cock was really coated in her juices. I rubbed my hand up and down over the head, that familiar feeling beginning. I was close, after all that we had done this morning! I watched her watching me. I thought of all that had gone on, her gushing when I forced my kiss on her. I looked at her slender nakedness, so amazing to look at.

I sped up my hand while holding her shoulder with my other hand. She felt so good! I was really getting into it now, my breathing harsh and rapid, my heart beating fast and hard! I felt the come building in my balls, “I’m going to come soon,” I panted.


“Yes, come for me,” she implored.

I continued to pump my cock, rubbing the head with my palm. The feeling of pleasure was too great and suddenly I came, all over my hand and her belly. It shot out, arcing up and falling onto us, coating her belly and pussy with my jism! Again and again it shot out, making a bigger mess on us! My legs were trembling from the exertion, I was breathing very hard and fast! I’d really worked to get that out of my system, but it was worth it!

She smiled at me as she ran her hand over my semen-covered cock. I moved my hand off my cock and onto her belly. “Oh, you’re spreading it all over me!” she squealed, surprised, as I smeared my juices over her lower belly.

“Yep, I am,” and I smiled as I thought of all the possibilities ahead for new, fun experiences with my sexy and lovely French girlfriend!

We held each other for a minute, and then got up to tackle the day. Late, but very happy!