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Comforting Mom

By: BadBoyA



Mother sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her tanned cheeks. The doctor tried, to no avail, to calm her, grasping her shoulders while speaking softly, attempting to explain that her husband, my father had felt no pain when he died of a massive heart attack while dozing in his favorite chair. 

"He was gone in a matter of seconds," he said. The doctor's words were useless and my mother continued to wail, rocking back and forth, head now in her hands. I stood nearby, my own tears flowing, not so much for myself, but for her. She had been married to my father for almost thirty years. They had met in college and married shortly after graduation. Now in her fifties, she was facing the prospect of being single and alone. 

I had recently turned 21, so I could not begin to understand what she was feeling even though I desperately wanted to. 

Shaking his head in frustration, the doctor stood, went to a cabinet in the corner of the room and carefully filled a needle from a vial. He slowly returned to my mother's side saying softly "Mrs Stone, this will help." 

She continued to cry, failing to acknowledge his presence as he rolled up her sleeve, giving the shot quickly. I watched as in a matter of minutes my mother's loud cries diminished to a soft moan. Moving to her side I placed my arm around her shoulder. She slumped, her body leaning heavily against mine, burying her tear-soaked face into my chest. "Let's go home," I said as I slowly brought her to a standing position. 

To my relief she cooperated as I slowly led her out of the hospital and to the car for the long trip home. As we pulled into the garage my mother was still crying and softly sobbing, staring straight ahead as if looking at something one thousand miles away. 

I assumed the sedative was taking full effect, so I carried her into the house, up the spiral staircase ant to her bed, laying her body softly upon the deep blue cotton sheets. Dimming the lights, I stood by the bedside and watched as my mother stared blankly at the ceiling. 

I was exhausted, but felt I'd better stay with he until she fell asleep. Sitting on the bed I wondered if she would ever recover. I knew that I would have to move home, at least temporarily.

After about an hour I glanced over to find my mother still staring with an occasional tear sliding down the side of her face. 

I laid next to her and without realizing it, I drifted into a restless sleep. At some point I began to dream of an ex-girlfriend when I was shocked into consciousness by my mother's touch. 

Her thin hand was positioned between my legs, rubbing the crotch of my jeans. Not wanting to embarrass her, I attempted to get out of the situation by turning my body towards the wall, leaving my back to her. Unfortunately, she moved closer, pressing her body to my back and reaching around to once again rub my crotch even more firmly than before. Trying not to panic and just run from the room, I lay there hoping she would stop. 

I could feel her breasts pressing softly into my back as she placed her warm mouth at the back of my neck and whispered "Dan" while she slowly took hold of my zipper, lowering it. I now realized that she thought I was my father because even though I had my father's name, I was always called Danny and never Dan. I concluded that it must be the sedative that was causing her to do this.

Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out a solution to this situation without embarrassing us both. To my relief, my mother moved her body away, but just as I was about to get up, she took hold of my shoulder, turned me upon my back and straddled me at the hip. Once again I was frozen. eyes only slightly open and arms at my sides. 

I swallowed hard as she bent and took hold of my cock, stroked it hard and fast until it became rigid, despite my best efforts not to become aroused, and slowly lowered herself upon it. My heart raced as I felt her moist petals open to take me inside. I clenched my teeth, to keep from moaning as her pussy engulfed me. Hands tightened into fists, I willed my body not to move as my mother began to rise and fall on my thick shaft, taking me deeper each time. 

She seemed in her own world, looking straight ahead, eyes glazed, mouth slightly open, moaning softly. Her body moved in a rhythmic motion, like a boat riding the ocean's waves. I began to feel he warm juices flow down my cock and onto my balls, which caused me to shudder. Suddenly, she grabbed her dress with both hands, pulling it over her head with one movement, then released her white bra, allowing it to fall from her shoulders. 

Not since I was a child had I seen my mother naked and never had I seen her and my father making love. I couldn't help but look, noticing how beautiful her body was. She was full-figured, with well-proportioned, soft curves. Her belly was slightly rounded and she had generous hips which flowed into a beautiful round ass. Despite her fifty years, her skin was smooth and her 36D breasts sagged only slightly. 

Still riding my cock, she reached down and began to slowly stroke her clithood. My breath came quicker as she moved more intently, throwing her head back and moaning loudly. "Oh Dan, Oh Dan" she began to cry out as she slammed her pussy down hard on my cock, taking every inch of me. I closed my eyes tightly, fighting the urge to cum. Just as I thought I couldn't hold out another second, my mother's body tensed, then trembled, followed by a scream which exploded from her small mouth. I too a deep breath as I felt her pussy convulse, then clench my cock as she came, her juices freely flowing. 

She went limp and collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, deeply. I lay still, eyes closed, wondering what would happen next. After about ten minutes I opened my eyes and saw that my mother's was closed. She was very still and I realized she had fallen into a sound sleep. 

Very gently I slipped out from under her and headed for the bedroom door, my cock still hard and the scent of our encounter upon me. As I stood in the doorway watching her peaceful slumber I couldn't help but wonder what she would recall when she awoke. 

I wasn't sure of anything at that moment, except that I now felt a closeness to my mother that I had never felt before and I knew that whatever it took to help her recover, I would be there for her.

Comforting Mom



Here I am lying in bed, my mother is cuddled in my arms and we are both naked. Not the typical scenario for your typical 20-year-old I'd say. Part of me still cannot believe that anything happened between us at all.

It was two years ago, to be exact, right after my 18th birthday. My sister just moved from the US to a school in the south of France to study music on a scholarship she got. My mother was proud of her, but didn't like the fact that the nest was emptying. She would keep to herself in her room and many times, I would hear her crying. The only times she would talk to me was about me moving away to college as well. She worked at a local hair salon, but her hours were cut pretty bad.

I hated seeing my mother like this. She is a gorgeous woman with long, flowing black hair, vibrant green eyes, and a curvy body many women her age would kill for.

I had to do something to help her.

Then an idea came to me. I work at a computer store selling computers, components, software, you name it, and I just got a nice commission payment that I was going to use on a tablet that I've wanted for a while, but now I see there's a far more important problem to be solved.

I knocked on my mom's room door. That's where she is most of the time these days.

"Yes?" My mom asked

"Hey can I come in? I want to talk about something." I said.

"Ok," she said.

I opened the door. She lays or her bed and looks sad and unkempt. Hair is frazzled and her clothes look worn. On the tv across the room is a soap opera. My once gorgeous, loving mother was reduced to watching daytime soap operas.

I sat down next to her and took a deep breath.

"Mom, I don't like seeing you like this."

Mom said nothing.

"I want you to be happy again."

Mom said nothing.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet and took out my commission money.

"I want you to take this and get anything you want. New clothes, a haircut, I don't care. I just want to see you open up again. I want the real you back."

Mom looked at me and, for the first time in a long time, smiled. Her smile was also came with a few tears.

"Honey, you're too sweet. Most boys your age would have just moved out instead of taking care of their moms."

She reached over and hugged me. It was a little tighter than her usual hug and her large, soft breasts were rubbing against me. It as the first hint at what was to come.

She took the money out of my hand.

"Thank you so much sweetie," she said.

She then seemed to leap out of bed. Before I could comprehend what was happening, she got clothes from her closet, when into her bathroom, changed, fixed her hair as best she could, and left.

"Wow. That seemed to work." I said to myself.

She was gone for hours. The anticipation was killing me. What was she doing? I guessed she was putting that money to good use.

I was just about to make myself some dinner when I heard the back door open.

"She's back." I thought.

Mom entered the kitchen and my jaw promptly hit the floor. My mother was wearing a tiny black strapless dress that hugged every wonderful curve of her body. Her breasts were poking out a little bit, giving me a view of her cleavage. She got her hair done and it looked more wavy and full than it ever did before. Her makeup was sexy as well. There was no way else to put it.

My mom is fucking hot.

She walked over to me and gave me a hug, but this hug felt different. Instead of feeling warm comfort and love like most hugs, I felt shivers of anticipation. Mom kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you so much baby," she said. The words breathlessly whispered into my ear. I started to get hard. Seeing as I was wearing tight shorts, this left little for her to imagine.

She glanced down at my crotch and saw my erection. She gave an evil smile.

"You like your new mom." This wasn't a question. She reached down and gave my cock a stroke with a long fingernail. I gave a sharp intake of breath. "You want to see what else Mommy got?" Her use of 'mommy' was putting me on the edge. I nodded. I feared if I opened my mouth, words would aimlessly fall out. "Go up to Mommy's bedroom. I'll show you."

The clothes Mom got had two things in common. First, they looked great on her and second, I got harder with each passing modeling of hers. She got a few small dress like the black one, a few backless halter tops, tiny ass-hugging skirts, lacy lingerie, and a few push up bras that make her already large tits look enormous. The bags she carried in were now empty. I was absolutely out of my mind with horniness. "There's one more," she said.

"But all the bags are empty," I replied.

"Just close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you."

I closed my eyes and Mom went into her bathroom for the last thing. Why did she want my eyes closed?

She opened the door.

"Your eyes still closed?"

"Yes mom."

She walked over to me. I felt her hand on my thigh, very close to my cock. Suddenly I felt her lips on mine. We kissed. Her tongue slipping into my mouth.

This was unbelievable. I started the day trying to convince my mom to leave the house and now I was sure that it would end with me fucking my mom.

We broke our kiss. "Open your eyes." I did and I saw my mother, naked. "You want me." Again she was telling me, not asking. She started to pull my clothes off too. Soon I was naked as well. She climbed into the bed with me. I saw that her pussy was all wet, ready for her son to fuck it. "Get over here and shove that big cock of yours into your Mommy's tight, little cunt." Her harsh language was turning me on as much as her body.

I climbed on top of her. My cock was just touching my mother's pussy. "You want me to fuck you Mommy? You want your son's big cock in you? This is incest Mommy," I said directly into her ear.

"Honey," she said. "You'll see soon enough. Incest is the best."

She then grabbed my ass and quickly pulled me towards her. My entire cock was now inside of my mother's pussy. I was fucking my mom. The first thrust made both of us moan in ecstasy. "Keep fucking your Mommy," mom nearly screamed at me.

The act of fucking my mom was that of pure bliss. Her pussy fit me like a glove. Mom was a fucking sex goddess, knowing the perfect time for me suck her nipple, how fast I should be going, and she could even deep-throat my cock. The thought of this person being my own mother made everything that much more hot.

Throughout the night, we brought each other to many orgasms. Mom even made me cum right into her pussy. I was worried about getting her pregnant, but she was on the pill and even said, "When the time is right, mommy will let you, her big and strong son knock her up, but why rush? Let's just live as a happy and horny couple for now."

Throughout the years following, mom had I had many crazy and wild sexploits, but they are another story. 



Comforting Mother



I was only 12 years old when mom and dad split up. Dad had found a new group of friends with the success of his business. New, younger, more vibrant. And a group that, in Dad's opinion, Mom just did not fit in to.

Mom was not an unattractive woman. She was 5'6" tall, and weighed a well-distributed 140 pounds. Her face was still very pretty, though with the lines of 53 years of life. I thought dad was nuts to leave her for his younger, more attractive friends.

Mom was an old-fashioned kind of wife. Having been raised in the country, she took the traditional role stayed at home, cooked, kept house, and raised the family. I was the youngest child of 5, and was somewhat of an accident. My older siblings referred to me as "Boo-Boo", and it was years before I caught on that they were not making reference to Yogi Bear's little friend. Anyway, Mom was 40 when I was born.

13 years later, Dad was gone, and it was just she and I.

For years after the divorce was final, Mom basically just moped around the house. She found a job as a cashier at a cafeteria (she wasn't qualified for much else), and I picked up the slack as best I could. I would clean up, and do laundry, and do some cooking, and Mom would get home from work, have a small bite, then retire to her bedroom to cry herself to sleep. Often I would stand outside her room and listen, and as she cried, my contempt for what my father had done to her grew into an almost venomous hatred.

I had no social life. I felt it my duty to be around the house, to be there when and if mom needed me.

I was in my senior year in high school, I had been a chubby child, but as I matured, my girth exchanged itself for height. On my 18th birthday, I was 6'1" tall and weighed a trim 175 pounds and I worked a part time job to help ends meet. Mom had finally come out of her shell, and she had been promoted at work, to assistant manager. With her renewed self esteem, she had begun to take some pride in her personal appearance again dressing in a way that showed off her physical assets, and at 58 was still very attractive, even though she was about 20 pounds heavier. Between school and work, I still had little time for a social life. I dated occasionally, nothing serious. At 18 I was still a virgin, but I was the most sought after virgin at school by the ladies. They though I was just aloof. Truth was, I didn't have time for them.

One afternoon, after viewing some pretty extreme hardcore porn over at a buddy of mine's house, I arrived home and immediately went to my room. I shed my clothes quickly, lay back on my bed, and began stroking my semi-erect cock. Puberty had also been kind to my sexual development. It quickly swelled to its full 9 1/2 inches in length, and the tip was wet with precum. As I caressed my large dick, stroking it with a feathery soft touch, I became oblivious to my surroundings. All I was aware of was the pleasure, the slow build of the tension in my balls, as they built up to critical mass, when they would explode.

I don't know how long I had been laying there pleasuring myself when I heard a knock, and felt the air displace as my door opened. My eyes flashed open, and standing there staring at me was Mom. Still in her smock from work, she stood there, her lips slightly parted, a look of shocked embarrassment on her face. Instantly, I grabbed my blanket and covered my nakedness, my embarrassment as apparent.

"Mom!" I cried out, half in anger, half in shock. She had never had a great deal of respect for my privacy, and I usually kept my door locked when I was masturbating. Quickly she withdrew, apologizing all the way.

"Oh, honey, I'm, oh, so sorry," she said with a quivering voice. She pulled the door closed, and I heard her walk quickly away.

I got up and dressed, and made my way out to the living room. Mom was sitting there, a look of absolute mortification on her face. She looked up at me, quickly looked away. "Oh, sweetheart, I didn't mean to walk in on you like that. I thought you might be taking a nap, and wanted to let you know I had brought home dinner." Her eyes were damp with tears, I could see how upset she was. My anger faded quickly at her shocked embarrassment, and I spoke to comfort her.

"It's OK, Ma, I should have locked my door." She glanced up at me hopefully, glad to see I wasn't really angry at her. She got up, removed her smock, and headed to the kitchen to get plates for the pizza she had picked up. Neither of us said another word said about the incident that evening.

Two months passed, and it was another dateless Friday night. I had to work. Stocking the shelves at the supermarket wasn't a glamorous job, but it was honest, and Mr. Davis was a very good boss. He paid me well, and allowed me weekends off so I would have some semblance of a personal life, for all the good it did. I still tended to spend most of my free time at home.

Around 10, Mr. Davis got on the intercom and announced, "Kenny, why don't you go ahead and knock off for the night, maybe you can go have a little Friday night fun for a change." It had been a long night, and he didn't have to offer twice.

As I headed home, I thought about heading to the local hangout. It had been some time since I had been out with the guys on a Friday night. As I drove however, I realized that they would all be busy with their Friday night action with their girlfriends, and I just wasn't in the mood to play "Third Wheel". I headed my car home.

As I pulled in the driveway, I noticed all the lights were out. That was odd. Mom rarely went to bed before I got home, it was our only chance to talk during the day. I walked in the front door, and heard the old familiar strains of my mom's sobs. Strange, I thought, she hasn't done this in almost a year. As I went by her room, I saw the door was open. She was sitting on the foot of her bed, he face a mass of grief and tears, a newspaper crumpled in her hands.

"Mom?", I announced, concerned about her sadness. That's all it took for a new wave of sobs to wrack her body. She held out the paper for me to take.

As I took it, I noticed it was folded to the society section. Looking quickly at the date, I noticed it was from the previous Sunday.

There, in living color, was a photo of my father and some nubile young thing...announcing their marriage.

Ahhh...that was it.

Mom had held out this insane hope that one day, she and the old man would get back together. While I KNEW this would never happen, I would always be supportive while she would discuss it.

I sat down next to her on her bed and put my arm around her shoulder. As I did, she turned toward me, buried her face in my chest, and began sobbing even harder. I wrapped her up in my arms and held her tight, rocking her gently, letting her cry it out. She sobbed and sobbed, and I just held her. She needed the release.

After what seemed like hours, her crying finally subsided, punctuated with an occasional hard sniffle. I released my embrace, pulled her face up, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I'll be back in a second, Ma", I said as I got up. I went to the bathroom and got her a warm wet washcloth to wash her face with. I went back to her room and handed it to her, she took it gratefully, and washed her tear stained face. She looked back at me with gratitude, then looked back down again.

A wistful look passed across her face. "I guess you think I'm pretty silly, still holding on to hope after all this time", she said. I sat down and again put my arm around her back, pulling her to lean against me. I again kissed her on the top of her head. "After all", she continued, with defeat in her voice, "why would he want an old bag like me when he can have THAT!", kicking at the newspaper on the floor.

I rubbed my hand slowly up and down her back. "Are you kidding, Ma?" I asked with incredulity. "You are still an incredibly vivacious woman. There's nothing wrong with you. There's something wrong with HIM."

She snuggled a little closer to me, and then sat up, grinned with real mirth, and said delightedly, "Liar! And I love you for it". With that, she kissed me on the cheek, and went to her bathroom. I heard her turn on the shower, then got up to go to the kitchen and grab a bite to eat. as I turned, though, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Mom hadn't bothered shutting the door, and as I watched, she unbuttoned and removed her blouse, and let it fall to the floor.

I had never seen my mother in any state of undress before. I respected her privacy too well to peek or spy as so many young men do on their mothers. But, there she was, standing in just her bra and slacks.

And whoops, there went the slacks.

Standing there in just her bra and panties, I first noticed that the extra pounds on her body were well distributed. She had a round belly, and a round, smooth ass, and just a slight bulge in the midriff, and large, full breasts, or as well as I could see through her undies. For the very first time, I was noticing just what a sexually attractive woman my mother actually was.

This shocked me to my toes. I had never thought of my mother as being a sexual being at all.

My mind was telling me to make a quick exit, to save myself embarrassment, and to save my mother any further grief. Her day had been rough enough as it was. But my body wouldn't cooperate. It was just too curious how long it would take, and how naked she would get, before she noticed she was visible, or before I finally showed the good sense to flee.

After what seemed to be an eternity, she reached back behind her, unhooked her bra, and allowed it to fall away. Her breasts were glorious. Large, round, with just a small amount of sag, and nipples that were large and dark.

And as I stared, I realized that I was getting a raging hard-on.

This isn't possible, I thought to myself. This is my mother, for Christ's sake. I couldn't be getting turned on by my mother. But again, my body disagreed, and I felt a stirring in my groin, a shortening of my breath, as my cock tented out the front of my jeans, desperate to be released. Finally, as if coming out of a trance, I began to move, slowly, silently, one step at a time, my eyes never leaving my mother's nearly naked glorious body...

...and walked right into my mother's dressing table chair.

I tumbled clumsily over it, and down I went, smashing into the table and the wall simultaneously. Perfume bottles rattled, framed photos fell off the wall, and I let out a pronounced groan as I came down.

"What the hell?!" I heard my mother's voice came from the bathroom, and she dashed out, seeing her son in a heap on the floor. She rushed to me, knelt beside me, put her arms out. "Are you OK? What happened??" So concerned about me she was that she was oblivious to the fact that she was dressed only in her panties.

I stared at her wide eyed, not believing the vision just inches before my eyes. "Yeah, mom, I'm OK" I said, my view not leaving the incredible view of my mother's tits. "I was just distracted and tripped."

She helped me up and hugged me tight. "Oh, honey, I'm so glad you're not hurt. What distracted you?"

Suddenly, she became very still. She slowly released her embrace, and as though she couldn't trust herself, she stepped back. Looking in my eyes, she followed their gaze and noted they were focused on her tits. Then her gaze dropped, and there was little if any doubt what it was she was staring at. She was staring at the bulge she felt pressing into her. The slightly throbbing bulge that had prompted her to stop and step back.

Realization flashed across her face, and she looked down at herself, noticing seemingly for the first time that she was all but completely naked. For this the most fleeting of moments, shame and a little embarrassment shadowed her features, but it quickly disappeared, to be replaced with an expression half of apprehension, half of desire.

She took another step back, spread her legs slightly, put her hands on her hips, and slightly thrust her chest out, making her large breasts seem even more impressive. Cocking her head, she asked "Do you really think your father was a fool for letting me go?", just a hint of sultry in her voice.

A thousand different responses ran through my mind. Do I answer her lightly? Jokingly? Like a good son? Or do I say exactly what was on my mind? I knew I was standing at a cusp. If she was just being curious about my opinion, and I came off like a horny teenager, I might hurt the great relationship we have. If she was looking for honesty, and I lied to her to avoid the situation, she would know...I had never been able to lie to her, she could always see it in my face and hear in it my voice. And if I told her the truth, it would change the very nature of our relationship forever, in a way that I didn't know if I would be able to take.

And as I stood there staring at her gorgeous body, as I saw the look of what I translated as desire in her face as she waited for an answer, I surrendered myself to the fact. I wanted her. Mother or not, I wanted to make love to her.

I took a deep breath, and removing my eyes from her tits and looking deep into her clear gray eyes, I said, "I think you are incredibly sexy, and I think he was an idiot for letting you go". then, lowering my voice a little, I softly added, "I never would have." I then dropped my eyes again, this time to the floor, in an attempt not to allow her to see the lust I knew was in my eyes.

She stood there silently for a moment, then stepped foreword and took my chin in the palm of her hand. Pulling my face up, I met her gaze. With a soft urgency, she slowly said, "Your father didn't touch me for the last 10 years we were together. it's been 15 years since I've been with a man. Can you understand that, right now, I really need someone to make me feel like a woman again? To make me feel like I'm still desirable? To know that I can still excite a man?" Her hand ran up my cheek, brushed the hair away from my face as it had done innocently so many time before, over the last many years, but this time with a tenderness, a caressing quality, that had never been there before.

I reached out my arms, put my hands on her soft but ample hips, and she pulled herself closer to me, lifting her face, and softly brushing my lips with hers. I responded to her kiss, and she parted her lips, the tip of her tongue lightly brushing against mine. I parted my lips and met her probing tongue, the beginning of a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues played little games with each others, me sucking hers into my mouth, her sucking mine into hers. We ground our mouths into each others harder and harder, our hands rubbing all over each others backs and torsos.

After an eternity, we broke the kiss as she pulled my shirt up over my head, then she was back upon me, grinding her now erect and hard nipples into my naked chest, kissing and sucking on my mouth, cheeks, and neck, as I nibbled at her ears and lips. For long minutes this continued, our hands still exploring each others bodies. Finally, taking some initiative, I turned from her, took her hand, and lead her to her bed. She sat down on the edge, then, with her face filled with wanton and unabashed lust, she reached out and unbuckled my belt, opened my fly, and pulled them and my underwear quickly to the ground. My hot, ready cock, all 9 and a half inches, and harder than I had ever witnessed it, bobbed before her in all its glory. She stared, like she had never seen a dick before. She reached out, tentatively, like it might burn her, and took it in her hand. Using her fingertip, she rubbed the pee slit, and slowly massaged the ample precum into its enormous mushroom shaped purplish head. I almost shot my load right then and there. "You must have gotten this from my gene pool", she said, her gaze never leaving it. "Your father certainly wasn't this big".

Just for a moment, I realized the insanity of what was happening here. As much as I wanted her, I felt that I had to make sure that she was not simply having a knee-jerk reaction to her disappointment at realizing that she and my father would never be getting back together. Even in my lust, I didn't want her that way.

"Mom...are you sure you want this?" I asked, wondering if a yes or no would be the more welcome answer.

Wrapping her hand around my ever-closer-to-erupting cock, she wistfully said "Do you remember when I walked in on you while you were masturbating? I've been fantasizing about this moment since then."

My chin could have hit the floor. I had no idea.

She grinned. "Does that surprise you, my beautiful child? Are you shocked that your mother is a sexual being? I have always loved sex, and going 15 years without it has been really hard. When I saw this huge cock, it was all I could do to walk away instead of jumping in bed with you. I've thought about trying to seduce you often in the past couple of months, but you were so embarrassed at me just walking in on you, I didn't want to take the chance of losing your respect. So, I just kept my fantasies. I never dreamed that those fantasies might become reality"

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Mother had other ideas.

She leaned foreword and lightly licked the head of my cock. It was like someone had hooked me up to 220 voltage and threw the switch. I felt like I was going to explode. She licked it once or twice more then opened her mouth and took the glistening head into it. Slowly, wetly, her lips moved down the shaft of my quivering dick, her tongue caressing the bottom side of it. I was in heaven. About 5 inches she swallowed, then she began to withdraw even more slowly. Back to the tip, then down again, a little faster. And once more.

That's all it took.

My entire body stiffened up, and I unceremoniously emptied my load into my mother's mouth. Four, five, six times I pumped, in the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I don't know how much I shot, but it was dribbling out around the corners of her mouth. She slid her lips down my cock one more time, and slowly withdrew all the way this time, milking my now painfully sensitive cock of the last drop of my cum, then sat back and used her finger to wipe away that which spilled out of her mouth. Then she licked the finger clean.

"Mmmm...", she moaned as she licked her finger. "I'd forgotten how good that tastes."

I was ready to collapse. Never in my life had I had so intense a orgasm, even with the best of porno to get me turned on. I sat down on the bed next to her, and allowed myself to flop back on the bed, my knees hanging over the edge, She twisted her body around and lay next to me, on her side, snuggled up close to me. "Need some time to recover, sweetheart?" she asked mischievously?

I looked into her eyes and said "That was awesome". She smiled broadly. I had never seen such a look of absolute joy in a person's face before. She pulled me to her and kissed me deeply, her tongue again intertwining with mine. I could taste the salty-bitterness of my own juices in her mouth as we sucked each other's lips and tongues. I cupped one of her massive tits in my hand, massaging the huge nipple with my thumb, It was as hard as my cock had been (and was now starting to get again), and about 3/4 of an inch long. I kissed my mother's luscious lips again, then her chin, then her neck. I licked my way down her chest, and began kissing her fleshy globes, wanting to kiss every square inch. Finally arriving at the huge firm nipple, I flicked it a couple times with my tongue, then took it between my lips,

"Ohhhh..." she moaned. "Yes, honey, she panted, "suck mommy's tit" I took more and more of the nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, wanting to get the entire fleshy mound into my mouth. Mom continued moaning. "Oooo, that feels SO good!!"

Her breathing was really ragged at this point. I continued working on her boob, and began massaging the other with my free hand. Then I switched, giving the other some mouth attention.




Comforting Mother



Her hands were busy as well. She had found my semi-hard cock, and was gently fingering it back to a full erection. With her other hand, she took her free hand and guided it down her body, to her still covered crotch. "Rub me,", she gasped.

Slowly, with a feather's touch, I began tracing the outline of her slit with my fingertips. God, her panties were soaking! I traced its outline from the top, slowly to the bottom, and back to the top again, just as she was doing with my now re-engorged cock. Softly she moaned, a moan of deep and long forgotten pleasure, still stroking my iron manhood, more and more quickly. I reached the top of my stroke, then continued up word to the top of her cotton panties, slipping my fingers under the waste band. She opened her legs a little more to give me easy access, and I ran my hand down over her pubic bone, across the thick but silky soft hair there, and to the very top of her crack.

I lingered there a moment, still gorging myself on her breasts, my giant rod still in my mother's comfortable grasp, list allowing the tip of my finger to rest lightly in the top of her twat.

"Please!" Mom pleaded with me. "I need you to touch me so bad!!" I looked up into her lustful eyes, and moved up to kiss her. Again we ground our mouths together passionately, exchanging saliva with our heavy sensitive tongues. I then sat up, and began pulling her panties down. She lifted her hips to aid me, and I pulled them down to her feet, then threw them to the floor. I turned to look at her, and got my first glance at her pussy.

Her lips were very well pronounced, perhaps a little pouty. She was dripping wet, and I could just see her inner lips beyond the dark auburn hair that covered her love slit. I admired this view at length, my first view of an actual cunt rather than just a picture of some anonymous slut in some flat magazine. I reached out with both hands, and ever so gently parted her pussy lips to get a better view of the inside. What I saw delighted me. It looked like some exotic flower just in bloom, its petals fully open, just waiting for some bee to come and fulfill it. I saw her stiffened clit, and was amazed at its size and at how much it protruded from its little sheath.

And I could clearly see the opening of her hole, covered with moisture, ready for my big cock to penetrate it.

I began running my thumb up and down her inner lips, crossing her love button along the way. Her hips began thrusting ever so slightly, and her breaths were coming in gulps now.

"Yes, honey," she gasped. "Rub mommy's wet cunt' Finger my clit. Ohhhh," she moaned. I continued this way for several minutes, not to hard, not to fast. Her moaning increased, and she looked like she was glowing. Her body was covered in tiny droplets of sweat. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was licking her lips almost incessantly. On the next pass, I slipped my thumb into her love canal, and she rewarded my action with almost a scream, closing her legs around my hand lest I withdraw.

I wiggled my thumb, and thrust it as best I could, while I tickled her clit with two of my fingertips. Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps, almost like a dog panting. I watched the beautiful agony in her face, the muscles in her neck and shoulders relaxing and contracting, as she approached her orgasm. Suddenly, without warning, her eyes snapped open, and she bolted upright, pushing me over fully on my back, leaned over me, and plunged her mouth down again on my swollen dick. She swallowed it down to the pubes. I could feel the head slip into her throat, and her tongue licking back and forth over the top of my shaft.

She bobbed her head once or twice, then threw one leg over my chest, and with her weight on her knees, moved back until her sweet pussy was mere centimeters from my face. I didn't hesitate.

I ground my face into her beautiful womanhood, burying my tongue deep into her hole. I began licking like a dog lapping up water, covering her snatch with my saliva, wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking on it. My mother's pussy was delicious beyond anything I had ever tasted, and I wanted to devour all of it.

I could hear little moans escaping around my cock from my mother's mouth. Her legs closed around my face as I licked and sucked, exploring every nook and cranny of her love box with my eager mouth. Our rhythm increased, and she was bobbing up and down on my shaft with the intensity of a steam engine. The slurping of our 69ing was very apparent, I knew that if someone were walking by, they would be able to hear it.

About the time I felt that I was almost ready to shoot my second load of the night into my mother's wonderful mouth, she stiffened up, and sat up ever so slightly, pulling her mouth from my cock.

"Ohhh..." she gasped. "Oh, my baby, you're doing your mommy so good. Just a little more  jusssst a little moreeeee....ahhhhHHHH!!!" she screamed, he voice an almost hypersonic whine...then, her entire body shuddered, and she roughly ground her pussy against my face. I could feel the muscles of her vagina contracting against my tongue, and the moisture flowed like a river, as she fell across the line and had a massive orgasm. Again and again her body shuddered as the pleasure washed across her like waves in the ocean. I continued lapping away at her now soaked cunt, wanting to swallow every drop of her hot tasty juices.

Then, just as suddenly as she had thrown me down on my back, she moved again. She took her cunt away from my mouth, turned herself around, and straddled my still rock hard cock. With wanton desire in her face, she said, "It's time to fuck Mommy, darling".

She positioned the head of my cock at the threshold of her womanhole, and ever so slowly began lowering herself down on it. Centimeter by centimeter it disappeared into her twat. "Oh honey, you're so big" she moaned as her pussy enveloped my dick. With fascination, my gaze shifted between the sight of my cock entering her vagina, and the look of intense pleasure on her face.

To my surprise, her cunt was incredibly tight. I hadn't really expected it to be so, not at her age, and not after having had 5 children pass through it that way. It felt like a vise though. A vise lined with silk.

After long moments, our pubic bones came together, and mom sat there motionless, her head thrown back, her hands resting on the bed behind her. And yet, she wasn't motionless. the muscles of her vagina began to expand and contract, almost rippling from bottom to top. I had no idea that a pussy could do that.

Finally, she started rocking back and forth on my cock, just a little. Perhaps 2, maybe three inches per thrust. My own hips began to respond as I lifted them to meet her thrusts, and we developed an easy natural rhythm with each other. Just before she got to the top, I would start down. Just before she would get to the bottom, I would start to thrust up again. For hours it seemed we fucked this way, slow, cool, easy, no urgency at all, both of us seemingly with the idea of making it last as long as humanly possible.

Ever so slowly, our rhythm began to increase, faster and faster my pole slid in and out of her socket, and with longer, deeper strokes. She lay herself down upon me, her tits crushing into my chest, her mouth finding mine, desperately sucking on my lips and tongue, and me sucking hers. Our strokes became long and firm, my cock pulling out almost to the head, than slamming back in, hitting bottom, withdrawing again, al the while the muscles of her pussy contracting on the uptake, relaxing on the thrust. I could feel myself moving toward another orgasm, and pulled my mother's body tightly against mine, my mouth devouring her ear lobe, sucking on it, my tongue slipping into her ear. My breaths were coming more shallowly, and I began arching my back, trying to drive as much of my cock into her hot cunt as I was able.

Finally, I was there. Her muscles were locked around my cock like a vice, and my dick felt like it was at least double the size it had ever been before. I began gasping. "Mommmm...." I began.

"I know, honey, I can feel it. Just hold on for a moment longer, I want us to cum together...just a minute, only one moment moreeee...."

I held it for all I was worth, and finally knew that I could hold it no more. "Mom, I'm cummmmming....arrrrrgh!!!" My dick twitched inside my mother's vagina, and I felt the first shot of my hot cum explode into my mom's pussy. At that moment, she pushed her weight up onto her hands, arched her back, and screamed.

"Arghhhhhhhhh!!!!", she screamed. "Cum with me, baby!!!! Fill mamma's pussy with your sweet cream! Oh my godddd..." Again and again my cock exploded, shooting it sticky liquid deep within my mother's body, and again and a gain her pussy shuddered as she came herself. I had never felt such a feeling. It was as if I had entered joy itself.

Mom's body, still quivering in orgasm for the second time that night, still continued slowly rising and falling on my now spent manhood, trying to milk it for all it was worth. As her orgasm finally began to fade, she again rested the length of her body against mine. She kissed me deeply and soulfully, our arms wrapped around one another, holding each other as closely as possible, enjoying the afterglow. My cock remained inside her pussy as it softened, and we lay there together, occasionally kissing and nibbling at each other's facial features, just enjoying the cool closeness we were sharing.

"Are you alright, my love?" she asked me finally, a touch of concern in her voice.

I smiled up at her, kissed her lips lightly. "I'm just wonderful, Mom. I love you so much".

"I love you too, my sweet darling boy." A thought crossed her face. Wistfully, she added, "I guess you're not such a boy any more. You're completely and fully a man now."

I again wrapped her up in my arms. "I may be a man physically, mom. And I may be your lover now. But I'll always be your little boy." She smiled, a tear in her eye, and again kissed me softly. Then, without another word, we snuggled together, and went off to sleep.

The next day, I moved into her bedroom.



Comforting My Big Sis Athena



Twenty one year old Athena leans into me. "I love you, Arthur," she says, still weeping.

"I love you too, sis," eighteen year old me says back to my sister.

My sister leans into me and our lips lock. She pulls away and says, "you don't mind making out with your sister, do you?" I don't. Athena is beautiful, with tanned skin and a round face. I love my sister unlike any Japanese would. Okay, Chinese-Japanese.

My thoughts are cut off as Athena leans back in and our tongues start massaging each other's gently and naturally. Her tears roll on my tongue. They are salty and sweet at the same time, and I like it. The salty stuff also smears against my cheek as our mouths open. Our tongues go on harder and harder. Suddenly Athena lets out a loud moan and some of her sweet, sticky saliva enters my mouth. I savour it. We lie down on the sofa, still licking and rubbing each other's backs and drooling.

It doesn't take long for a puddle to roll from our mouths down to our chins onto a black spot on the sofa. My big sister rolls on top of me, her drool redirecting from onto her cheek to into my mouth. I savour as she moans again and again, globs of sticky sweet saliva rolling down her tongue and onto mine.

Slowly, I feel a little slit rubbing against my hardening cock and realize it is her vagina. A sticky film forms on her pants. By this time Athena's tears are gone and she starts kissing me full on. I kiss her right back, our tongues working on each other like crazy. Athena sticks out her tongue, and, still drooling, runs it all along my face, back onto my sticking out tongue, and wets my face. I moan as I pull my tongue in and push it back up with a glob of saliva that Athena quickly licks up. Then, slowly, she drizzles her saliva on my tongue.

We resume kissing, her tongue playing with mine, when I feel a spraying sensation down on my bottom end. I have just cummed.

"Grab the condom!" says Athena. I start licking her teeth while I reach for the condoms. I wear it on with the help from Athena and we take our pants off. It's the first time I've done this. I put my cock into her pussy and go in, out, in and out as she screams wildly, pressing her tongue against my gums.

We roll over and she puts her vagina in and out. She drools constantly in my mouth as we are making out. She pins my tongue to the roof of my mouth and rubs her tongue against the back of mine. I pull my dick out and give her a little time to calm down, but at the same time I rub her back, my balls on her slit. She rubs her belly against mine and we sigh as we drool and grope. My tongue protrudes onto her lips and I lick them moist. Soon out chins are coated in each other's saliva.

I decide to continue. "Ooh! Aah! Hurry!" Athena's words turn me on. I go on hard, in, out, in, out...Athena's moans are indescribable. I lick on my sister's tongue as my dick goes in and out of her pussy. Then I throw out the condom and resume. It sends chills up my spine.

"You like it, Arthur?" Athena breaks from the kiss, lies next to me and smiles. We end up in a deep saliva-filled kiss. Athena licks up the saliva dripping down my chin and swirls my tongue against hers, sucking hard on it and urging me to suck on hers. I return the favour. However, once I take her tongue in my mouth and tickle the tips of her tongue with mine, she starts moaning. I roll on her, and start going in and out of her again while she screams wildly. Her vaginal lips start widening as the liquids lubricate my cock. She cums again and again, and by the time I cum myself, she's panting.

"Was that okay?" I ask.

"Yes, that was awesome!" says my sister. "Lie on your back and I'll return the favour."

I obey. My sister knows I like kissing - I kissed her every day back then, but not out of romance - she was training my french kissing back when I was 11 and we used about fifteen minutes when our parents were out. She licks my lips, slowly running her saliva-lubricated tongue against my lips and deliberately sending puddles of drool into my mouth. I moan in ecstasy. She goes faster and faster and as I moan she starts getting into my mouth, putting the tip of her tongue on whatever she can touch - including my tongue, the sides of my mouth, my gums. She presses her tongue against mine and we roll on our side.

I start some of the action by pushing against her tongue, and our tongues frolic between our mouths, which are constantly transferring saliva. Athena starts rubbing her pussy against my cock and moans as she does so. When I cum this time it sprays on her belly. We both moan from intense pleasure and our globs of saliva flush into each other's mouths at the same time, meet at the middle and land on my chin, which Athena quickly brings her tongue to as she giggles.

"I want you to lick my face, Arthur," says Athena. I don't wait. I outline her skull with my tongue, leaving a trail of saliva as I do so. After her face is drenched I move back to her tongue. "Athena, remoisten my tongue," I says, and put my tongue into her mouth. Athena licks my tongue and drools on it. "There," she says.

After circling our tongues for about thirty minutes, Athena and I fall asleep, her tongue in my mouth.



Comforting My Crying Mother



I had just gotten home from college when I walked right into a firestorm. My Mom and Dad were fighting again. I walked into the house when I saw my Dad.

"I'll talk to you later," he told me as he stormed out the door.

I dropped my bags and walked back to find my mother. She was sitting on the bed crying.

"I found out your father was cheating on me," she said.

Mom said she had smelled perfume on my father and it wasn't hers. She confronted him and that is when I saw him leaving the house. My mom was sitting on the edge of the bed with her nightie on. I walked over and knelt behind my Mom. I started to rub her shoulders, it was all I could think to do. Mom was sobbing as I looked over her shoulders. I could see her cleavage and I hate to say it, I was starting to get hard. 

I stroked my Mom's shoulders for a few minutes when my Mom turned around to look at me. I knew she was staring right at my crotch. Mom looked at my bulge and then up at my face. I don't know what came over me. I got up from the bed and I stripped out of my clothes. You should have seen my Mom's face. She was looking directly at my stiff cock. I knew I couldn't let this chance pass. I came over to my Mom and I began to pull her nightie up over her head. My Mom didn't stop me.

Once we were both naked my Mom reached out and took hold of my cock. She slowly started to stroke my shaft. I was so damn horny lately and this felt so good. I had to seize this opportunity. I pushed my mother onto her back and I crawled in between her legs. I lowered my face and I started licking up and down her slit. My Mom was so wet already. I used my tongue on my mother and then I reached up and began to pinch her big nipples.

My Mom's breast were big and she had these saucer shaped pink nipples. I wish you could have heard the sounds coming from my mother's mouth. She was moaning loudly as I was getting her worked up with my mouth and hands. I got to the point where I couldn't bear it any longer. I got to my knees and I took hold of my dick. I rubbed the head of my dick across her pussy folds.

"No Scott, you can't do that!" She pleaded with me.

I couldn't stop myself. I inserted my cock head and I began to push into my mother's hot pussy. My Mom quit pleading for me to stop. She actually wrapped her legs around my back and we began to fuck each other. My Mom was so tight. I figured she hadn't had sex in quite awhile with my Dad. I pushed in the whole way and held my cock in place. Mom's muscles had me in a tight hold. I pulled my dick out just leaving my mushroom in place and then I shoved my dick in as far as it would go.

"Oh Fuck!" My Mom cried out. 

We got into it from there. Mom put her hands on my waist as I took her pussy with my bare cock. I couldn't believe how good it felt fucking my mother. I wondered why my Dad didn't want to have sex with my Mom any longer. I knew I could never give something like this up. My balls were hitting my Mom's bottom. It was the only thing you could hear. That slapping noise was getting me close to letting go. I couldn't bring myself to say anything to my Mom. I ended up blowing my load.

My Mom's face said it all. My sticky cum was squirting deep into her belly. Mom's pussy muscles were gripping me hard and she squeezed my hot load from my rod. I must have cum for close to ten minutes. When I finally felt empty I pulled my dick out. My baby seed came spilling out from my Mom's pussy. I looked down to see it dripping down to her ass crack.

"You better let me up," my Mom told me. 

Mom got to her feet and I heard her go into the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the toilet flush. When she got back she sat down next to me.

"Your father can never know about this," she told me.

Just like that my Mom reached down and took hold of my spent cock. At least I thought I was done for now. Mom stroked me and I somehow managed to get hard again. Once I was erect, Mom got up over top of me. I felt her pussy lips touching the head of my cock and then she sunk down on me. Mom rode my hard cock. I reached up and took each of her tits in my hands. I was squeezing them as my Mom bobbed up and down my prick. I knew I was spent but this time was for my mother.

I could feel her pussy convulsing as she rode my dick. Mom threw her head back and slammed down hard onto my cock. I was sure she was having one orgasm after another. No, I didn't cum again but it didn't matter. My Mom's body shook and then she fell onto my chest. My Dad did show back up but it was still frosty inside our house. My Dad did take off for long periods and that was when I continued to fuck my mother. One thing was for sure. Mom needed cock in the worst way.

I think we had sex virtually every day over my school break. Only a few days remained before I was to leave. My Mom was getting anxious. What was she going to do when I was gone. Mom told me she was on birth control still. I don't know what got into to me. I told her she should stop taking her pills.

"What are you saying Scott?" She asked.

"When I get back on my next break I want to impregnate you Mom."

My mother's face had a look of confusion to it. She said that would cause a bunch of problems. My father would know any baby wouldn't belong to him. Maybe it was time to divorce my Dad, I told her. Why keep staying together when all you do is fight, I said to her. The morning I was to head back I fucked my Mom one last time. I took her pussy hard and I gave her one finally load of my spunk. I told her that would be something to remind her of me. 

I'm back at school now. I get text messages from my Mom. She told my Dad she was filing for divorce. He didn't care or seem to be shocked. Maybe it was for the best. My dick is twitching in my pants right now. I need to get back home in a few months and give my Mom my sticky cum for good.



Comforting My Lonely Sister



I have a pretty good life. I do well in school, I'm fairly popular, almost everyone knows my name (Alex), and I get laid enough to satisfy my sexual desires. My 7.5" cock has pleasured many hot girls, and they've returned the favor to me quite well. I enjoy life very much. 

I do worry for my sister, Cynthia. She is a very shy girl. Because of that, she's doesn't have very many friends, which causes her to feel lonely often. I try to help her to meet people, but she never seems to fit in. She's just not outgoing enough. Another problem for her, is that she has trouble in her classes. She tries her best, but she just can't understand the lessons. Our parents often scold her, asking her why she fails. Due to her personality, she never argues much. When our parents yell at her, she usually just runs to her room, locks the door, and cries herself to sleep. I always try to comfort her to the best of my ability. I hug her, and say encouraging things to her. 

Although it usually doesn't help much, I can tell she really appreciates it. I am pretty much the only person who truly understands her. We're very close siblings. We both have black hair, brown eyes, etc. Our personalities are one of the only differences between us, aside from gender, etc. We were even born on the same day. I always wonder why she's never had a boyfriend before. I have to admit, even though she's not the most beautiful female I've seen, she is quite attractive. I know it's wrong, but I sometimes think about how my life would be if our relationship was more intimate. Even though I could easily get many girls to fuck me, I often dream of being with my sister. Many times when our mom and dad were out on a date or an errand, I'd even spy on her during one of her many masturbation sessions. The cute little moans she made would turn me on so much that sometimes I would go to my room and play with myself. I normally don't jack off, but watching her was always too much for me. 

On our 18th birthday, I got a video camera with a remote control for one of my presents. I'm sure you know how I put it to use. I was able to find a perfect place to hide it in the bathroom. While she took her shower, I used the remote control to tell my camera to start taping. When she finished, I'd turn it off, and prepare for my shower, after which I'd take out the video and watch it in my room when everyone went to sleep. These tapes were better than any porno I'd ever seen. 

After a few months, when we had already started college, I decided that if I could seduce Cynthia, then not only would I be the happiest man alive, I could probably improve her self-esteem as well. Both our lives would be improved, mostly hers. We had separate dormitories, but I visited her regularly, since her roommate was usually on a date or dance or whatever. My sister still had her periods of hating herself and crying, so I decided to make my next visit a bit more special for the both of us. 

At about 8:00 p.m., when all our classes for the day were finished, I went to her dorm. When I knocked on the door, it immediately swung open. My sister squeezed my tightly, as if she hadn't seen me for years. I felt her shapely breasts pressing against my chest. "Hi Alex," she said softly. "Thanks for coming. I really don't get any other visitors here but you. My roommate is always away, probably with some guy." I asked her, "How were your classes today?" She turned away. "I'd rather not talk about it," she replied. "I guess today didn't go too well."

"It's just like everyday. I'm starting to understand the curriculum more, but my grades have room for improvement. I have no friends, not even fucking one! I'm the worst loser there ever was! I'm not good at anything! I'm useless! I'm ugly! I-"

"Cynthia, you're not useless, you're not a loser and you're certainly not ugly." She burst into tears. "You know you agree with me! I know you're trying to help me, and I thank you eternally for it, but you can tell me the truth. I'm nothing but a burden for you. You could be with your friends dancing or stuff like that, but no! You're here with your dumb ass sister!" I put my arm around her, and she buried her face in my arms. I kissed her on her forehead. 

After a couple minutes of straight crying and sobbing, she looked deep into my eyes and said, "Alex, you are the only one who's always there for me. I can trust you more than anyone else I know. That is something I can never repay you properly for. At that moment, I lifted her face up and kissed her right on her rosy pink lips. She stared at me for a moment or two and kissed me back. We kissed for a few minutes, then she spoke softly, "Alex...I .........I've waited for this moment for as long as I can remember. Whenever I was alone, I'd masturbate, wishing it was you doing it to me instead of myself." I said back to her, "I've felt exactly the same way about you. I've spied on you before. That pleasured me more than any girl has before. And you know what I did with that video camera mom and dad gave me?"

"What did you do?"

"Well, I hid it in the bathroom. I'd videotape you shower and watch the video when everyone else was asleep. You turned me on more than anyone I've fucked." Suddenly a wide grin spread across her face, one I had never seen ever before. She smiled, saying, "Hmm.. Well, I finally know how to repay you." Almost immediately, she gave me the most violent french kiss I ever experienced. She then ripped off all her clothes, and stood, fully nude in front of me. She stared at me seductively, and I undressed too. I couldn't help but stare at my beautiful sister's gorgeous body.

She looked even better than in my videos. She said, startling me since I was practically in another world at the moment, "I'm waiting." I laid her down on her bed, and she pulled me to her, saying quite loudly, "I want you inside of me, please!" 

I had never heard her this loudly before, but said to myself, "Ahh what the hell," and led my dick into Cynthia's welcoming and very wet pussy. She shook a little when our genitals first made contact, since she had never had this happen to her before. "Ohhhhh.... That f..feels gooood..." She let out a gasp as my cock pushed it's way into her hot pussy. She was surely enjoying this, as was I. As I humped her, she moaned very loudly as she squeezed both her tits tightly. I felt her vaginal walls contracting as I felt her juices explode around my rod. I came right after she did, flooding her hole with my own juices. She pushed me over with strength I never knew she had. 

She softly sat on my face, but began to grind her pussy against my mouth. I licked her pussy clean, and licked it some more. She resumed her moaning and screaming again as she was feeling sexually aroused again. The grinding became faster and harder as my licking and sucking became more intense. She came again, this time in my mouth. I tasted her heavenly honey in my mouth. It was certainly the most delicious I ever had.

She collapsed on me for a while since she was getting tired. I got up and turned her over on her stomach, and fucked her pretty ass for a while. She seemed to enjoy this greatly too as her breathing grew heavier and heavier with each thrust. I finally came again up her sweet, soft ass. I laid down next to her and asked her how she liked it. "That was the best thing that ever happened to me. I've never felt better in all my life. Now I know what I was missing out on." She then grabbed on my cock and jerked it off as if she wanted to rip it off. I groaned a little as her soft hand assaulted my pole. 

She did this for about a minute until I came on her hand. She licked it off slowly, grinning at me. I quickly put her on her back, climbed on her in the 69 position, and invaded her with my tongue. She sucked on my dick and licked my balls unbelievably well for a newbie. We both came at the same time, and drank up each others warm liquids. She was sweating profusely now, so I decided that she had had enough for one night, and put my clothes on. She dressed up and kissed me passionately for a few minutes, then followed me to my dorm.



Comforting My Neighbor's Daughter



It was four months ago when my new neighbors moved in. I was used to the neighboring house being empty since the previous occupants had moved out a few months earlier, which was no big loss because I never got on with them. That family seemed to think I was to blame for my wife leaving me, despite everyone else knowing it was my wife who had the affair and had left me. So it was good to have an empty house next to mine, but even better when the new neighbors moved in.

I went out to meet John and Debbie Russell when they first arrived and we seemed to get on well, although that wasn't too much of a surprise because they are in their mid-40s which is about the same age as me. John had obviously spent too much time drinking beer and not enough time exercising (unlike me) because he had a substantial paunch. Debbie, however, was still quite a looker and must have been quite a catch for John. She looked much younger than her actual 43, she had a lovely lithe figure and her soft blonde hair was worn long to her shoulders.

However it was John and Debbie's daughter who caught most of my attention when she arrived the following day after they moved in. Cindy was just a couple of months past her eighteenth birthday and was an incredibly sexy yet innocent looking girl. She was blonde like her mother and wore wonderfully light and short skirts that showed off her long smooth legs. Cindy was really pretty with her mother's blue eyes and her tight tops clearly demonstrated that she had young and firm breasts.

Having the Russells move in next to me was good, and whilst it was fun to watch both Debbie and Cindy come and go, I didn't intend to have a relationship with either of them despite my wife leaving me over a year ago. They did make for good dreams, though. So I didn't really expect to have anything more than a neighborly relationship with them. You know the sort of thing: looking after the house when they are on holiday, taking out their rubbish bins when they forget, and taking delivery of parcels if they are out.

This all changed three months after the Russells had moved in.

It was about 8pm and I was just finishing up some work I had brought home when my doorbell rang. When I answered my door I was surprised to find Cindy standing there, and she was obviously upset. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy and she seemed out of breath. However this was at complete odds with the rest of her look: she was dressed up to be obviously sexy. Her long blonde hair cascaded from her head to just below her shoulders and she was wearing a tight blouse with the top two buttons undone, revealing her ample cleavage and the hint of a white lace bra. Her skirt was one of her favorite short flowing skirts that stopped a few inches above her knees. Her legs were bare and she was wearing some expensive looking white high heeled shoes.

I realized I was staring for too long, and looking up and down at her sexy body, but she didn't seem to notice. Cindy just stood there looking upset.

"Hello Cindy, what's up?" I asked the not very original line. "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes please, Mr Matthews," she quickly answered, "I'm locked out of my house. Mum and Dad are out until later and I don't have my key."

I gestured for her to come into the house and I led her through to the kitchen where I also keep a wooden dining table and chairs which I use when I'm eating on my own. My work papers were spread across the table so I quickly pushed them into a pile and dumped them on the side.

"Let me get you a drink Cindy, and please sit down."

"Thank you Mr Matthews, I really need a drink. Can I have a coffee?"

She seemed to calming down a bit now, although I was feeling a bit awkward with the obviously sexy young girl in my house. Especially because she had figured in so many of my dreams and fantasies.

I turned round and started to make the coffee for Cindy whilst trying to find out what was wrong with her tonight. "How come you don't have your key, Cindy?"

"Oh, I wasn't going to be home so early because I'd gone out to a party and my parents weren't picking me up until eleven. But I had to leave early."

"Why did you have to leave?" I asked her.

"Oh, boyfriend trouble. It is just..." and she left her sentence hanging in the air.

The way she said it suggested to me that she wanted someone to talk to, and whilst I didn't really want to talk about her boyfriend I thought I ought to at least help my neighbor's daughter.

"Here's your coffee Cindy, and have you told your parents that you left the party early?"

"No, not yet." She grasped the coffee mug and cupped her hands round it, warming them up. I noticed that she had painted her fingernails a bright red.

"Let me call them and let them know you are here. Then they can come back later and get you."

I went into the hall and found John's mobile number and gave him a call. I explained what had happened, and that I didn't know why Cindy had left early, but that I could look after Cindy until they came home later. John was happy with that because they had gone out for a meal at some friends and by the sound of it John was taking the chance to drink lots of someone else's beer.

I returned to the kitchen where Cindy was still sitting, sipping slowly at her coffee. She had her back to me so I paused for a moment to watch her. She was slightly bent forward over my table with her long, glistening blonde hair cascading from her head. I smiled as one of my dreams popped back into my head and I felt my cock swelling, but then I remembered that this was real and I'd better help her.

"I spoke to your father and they will be back just after eleven. I said you would be OK here until then. I hope you don't mind."

She turned round as I walked across the room and leaned against the kitchen counter, facing her. "Sure, thanks Mr Matthews."

"You said something about boyfriend trouble. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, hoping that she would say no and we could go and watch TV or something.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, holding the white coffee mug close to her soft red lips, and then I noticed a small tear forming in the corner of her gorgeous eyes. She looked up at me.

"Can I talk to you Mr Matthews? It's just that I can't talk to my parents, it is too embarrassing. You won't tell them will you?"

Her eyes were glistening as they filled with tears and there was a small sob as she seemed to plead with me.

"Cindy, of course you can talk to me. I'll do what I can but it has been a long time since I've been out on a date." I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. I knew it would all be about love or having a crush which are not my favorite topics.

"Mike, my boyfriend, he tried to touch me tonight. You know, he pushed his hand in my bra and touched my breasts, even my nipples. But I don't want that, it didn't feel right."

Now I was interested, and I thought "lucky Mike for getting a feel", but out loud I said "Why do you think it didn't feel right?"

"Well, you see Mr Matthews..." she paused and I saw that her cheeks were growing red. She was blushing.

She started again, averting her eyes, "Well, you see I'm not a virgin. I did have sex once about a year ago but it was awful. The boy at the time was horrible. It hurt, and I felt so cheap afterward. I hated it. And I don't want to do that again, I don't want another boy doing that to me."

She sobbed as she spoke, her head bowed and obviously upset by the memory of her first time.

I moved from the counter to the table and pulled out the chair opposite Cindy and sat down slowly while I tried to think what I should say.

"Cindy, I'm so sorry you had a bad experience. But sex doesn't have to be like that. It shouldn't hurt, it should be pleasurable, wonderful and exciting. It just sounds like you had a bad first time. Don't worry it won't always be like that."

Cindy looked up at me, and brushed the tears from her soft red cheeks. I wanted to reach out and hold her but didn't want to scare her. She said "But my friends say all boys are like that."

"That is just because they are boys and they haven't had the experience to know what it takes to make sure a girl enjoys sex. They will learn and you will enjoy it later."

"Do you know how to make it enjoyable?" she suddenly asked.

I jumped at her question, all sorts of fantasies going through my head while I wondered what she meant.

She must have seen my shock because she added: "Sorry Mr Matthews, I just hate to think it will never feel good, that I will always be frightened of a man's touch. I didn't mean anything by my question."

I paused while I thought. I looked at pretty young Cindy sitting across the table from me, her ample breasts pushing against her silk blouse and my eyes were drawn to the soft skin of her cleavage. I made up my mind: I wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. She might be tired, sad and vulnerable but all that meant was that now was the time to seduce this lovely girl. My cock stirred at the thought of taking Cindy but I knew I had to get this right because I didn't want my neighbors angry at me. I'll get her to keep it secret and anyway, if I got to fuck this gorgeous, blonde eighteen year old it would be worth any problems later.

I stood up and moved a couple of steps around the table, standing next to Cindy, and looked down at her. I had a good view down her sexy cleavage as I said "Boys just take it too fast and all they are interested in is getting into a girl's panties. But men know how to relax a girl without it leading to anything. I'll show you?"

I finished my sentence as a question, to see if she hesitated but she didn't say anything, just cupped her drink in her hands and continued looking into it. I moved behind her and I gently stroked her shoulders, rubbing her tense muscles.

I didn't get much response at first and I could feel her holding her shoulders tight and not relaxing at all. Slowly, however, I could feel her shoulders starting to move and relax and then I heard the click as she placed her cup on the table in front of her. While I massaged her shoulders I bent and pulled her silky blonde hair back from her soft neck before placing my lips against her lovely sweet tasting skin. I heard her soft moan when I kissed her and I could feel a sudden drop in her shoulders as she relaxed.

I spent a few minutes kissing her neck and nibbling at her ears, all the time I could hear her breath getting slower as she relaxed under my ministrations. Now that she was relaxed I intended on getting her turned on.

Slowly I started to rub lower down her front, tracing the contour of her bra under her top and I felt her body start to tremble. I held my breath and without pausing I deftly undid the button of her blouse, and then the next one. Cindy didn't stop me. Continuing down I undid all remaining buttons on her silk blouse and I returned to stroking her soft and sensitive skin.

I drifted my hand across her tits and I felt her stiff nipples through the thin material of her white lace bra. Her breathing started to get quicker when I touched her tits and I guessed she liked them being touched and was anticipating what was going to happen just as I was.

Taking my chance I swiveled the chair in which she was sitting so that she was no longer facing the table and I stood in front of her. She had her eyes averted, looking down as if she was still not sure about what was going on. I looked down at her beautiful body and saw her the soft skin of her cleavage and the young tits encased by the lace bra.

Bending over I took one of her tits in my mouth and sucked through the lace material while gently flicking my tongue over her nipple. I heard a low moan when my mouth first touched her and I knew I was getting somewhere. Encouraged, I spent some time kissing, fondling, sucking and licking her tits and she responded by moaning and trembling as she sat in my kitchen.

Emboldened I reached round and undid her bra, pulling the cups down to reveal her young tits. And what wonderful tits they were; soft, smooth and pert as they stood there without the support of the bra. Eagerly I returned to my sucking and licking and she moaned louder at the touch of my mouth and tongue on her bare young tits.

Still touching and kissing her tits, I eased myself down so I was kneeling, and carefully moved between her legs, gently forcing her legs apart as I moved closer so she didn't notice in her excitement. I couldn't resist touching her long sexy legs and I softly slid my hands up the outside of her legs, and then the inside. Her body quivered when I touched her legs and she unconsciously shifted forward in the chair, her body seemingly eager to get closer to me.

I slipped my hands up, under her mini skirt and stroked higher on the inside of her soft thighs. My own heart was beating faster now that I was getting closer to my prize. She was wearing matching white lace panties and I dragged my finger across her pussy over the thin fabric. I felt her voluntarily spread her legs wider and she moved against my hand now that she was so turned on from my attention to her tits.

I pushed and rubbed around her pussy entrance, her lace panties getting wet as I pressed them into her slit. She was moaning again, her ass shifting in the chair as she tried to get more of my touch. Deftly I moved her panties to one side to open up her pussy to my hands. Now I stroked her bare pussy with my hands and I was surprised to find that she was shaved and smooth. Her moans were louder and I rubbed up and down her pussy, spreading her juices that gave away her excitement.

Bending down I brought my head close to her pussy and I breathed in deeply, inhaling the delicious aroma of young pussy. I moved even closer and licked her pussy, and she tasted wonderful. Finding her clit I discovered that it was engorged and I licked around it before sucking on it gently. At my touch she gave out a yelp, and then a slow moan and her hips bucked as she moved against my tongue.

I moved a finger to her pussy entrance and traced around it while I sucked her sensitive clit. I pushed my finger forwards, parting her pussy lips and easing inside her, up to the first knuckle and then the second. I heard a gasp from her pretty lips as she felt my finger invade her tight pussy but she didn't move away.

Her gasps became faster when I started to rub the inside of her pussy, my finger sliding across her g-spot in a gentle rhythm. Then I started to fuck her young tight pussy with my finger, thrusting my finger in and out of her in time to my licking her clit. Her pussy was clamped around my finger but I managed to slip in a second finger and continued to fuck her while she groaned and moaned above me.

Her ass was shifting in the chair, pushing forward, eager to feel my fingers deep inside her pussy. My fingers were covered in her sweet juices and I could sense she was close to cumming. I kept up the regular rhythm on her clit and fucked her harder by sliding my fingers deep with every thrust.

Suddenly I felt her pussy clamp even tighter around my fingers and then her pussy started to pulse around them. I heard her cry out "Oh my God, yessss" and she screamed as I continued to lick her clit.

Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes as she squirmed against me, forcing my fingers deeper, until she gradually slumped back onto her chair and relaxed.

I brought my fingers out of her pussy and I straightened my back, looking up at her. I saw a contented look on her pretty face and her eyes were half closed with a half smile on her red lips.

Cindy opened her gorgeous eyes and looked at me, "I...I...never knew it could be like that," she sighed.

I grinned back at her "And that is just the start."

She opened her eyes wider wondering what was going to happen, but she didn't move away or tell me to stop

Cindy was still slumped back in the kitchen chair with her blouse fallen open revealing her uncovered pert tits. She was still breathing heavily from her recent climax and I watched as her young tits rose and fell as she breathed in and out.

Her short skirt had fallen back down when I moved back from her and so her smooth pussy was hidden from my view but I could still smell the sweet aroma of her sex. The contented look on her pretty face was changing and it seemed that she was eager to continue her education, and it was no surprise to me that my cock was hardening again in my boxers.

I stood up and reached out and, holding her small hands in my hands, I pulled her to her feet. Her brow frowned under her blonde her and I could tell she was puzzled at what was going to happen next. I quickly sat down in the chair she had vacated and she turned to face me.

"What are we going to do, Mr Matthews?" Cindy asked, still puzzled.

"Kneel down Cindy,", I ordered, "it is your turn to help me."

I saw Cindy's pretty face go from frowning to a sudden 'oh' of surprise when she realized what was going to happen.

"I've not, you know, touched a man there with my mouth before, Mr Matthews".

"Just kneel down Cindy, it will come naturally." I assured her, my cock hardening even more at the thought of being the first to have my cock in her young mouth.

I guided her down so she was kneeling between my legs at my feet. Cindy looked up at me, her blonde hair framing her pretty young face, as she paused, wondering what to do next. Taking the lead I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants and reached in and pulled out my almost erect cock.

I held my cock there, and Cindy looked down, staring at my engorged length. For I moment I wondered if she was going to get up and leave, but then I watched a wonderful sight. Cindy's face turned from one of shock to a picture of lust. Her eyes lit up and she pursed her lips, running her tongue around her red lips as she stared at my cock. In return my cock twitched in response to her look of longing and she smiled a beautiful smile.

Reaching out she wrapped her small pretty hand around the shaft of my hard cock. Her hand was so cool and soft on my cock and I could feel the blood pumping into my cock as I swelled up larger at her touch. Cindy started pumping her hand up and down on my cock and I was surprised at how firmly she gripped my cock until I realized that she had obviously had given a handjob before because she seemed so confident.

When my cock was fully erect I motioned to Cindy to bend down. Obeying me she leaned over my cock and I had a wonderful view down her front as her pert tits fell completely free of her blouse. Gently she kissed the tip of my cock and in return it jumped. Giggling, Cindy kissed my cock again and it jumped again. It felt wonderful when her soft lips touched the sensitive head of my hard cock.

"Take it into your mouth, Cindy," I urged her.

Smiling at me she pulled back the foreskin from my hard cock and bent over it again. This time she opened her mouth and slid her red lips over my cock, drawing it into her small hot mouth. I couldn't resist bucking my hips a little when I felt her tongue slide over the sensitive head of my cock, encased in her mouth. She may not have done this before but she was a natural already.

She then took my cock further into her mouth, sliding her red lips down the shaft until the end of my cock hit the back of her mouth. Slowly she moved back, her lips tight around me as she let my hard cock pop out of her mouth. Then she started a great rhythm on my cock as she fucked me with her mouth, all the time looking at me out of her sexy blue eyes while I watched my cock appear and then disappear into her young mouth. Cindy started to gently play with my balls while she sucked me and I could feel my cum starting to rise in my cock.

"I'm going to cum," I said quietly although my breathing was getting faster with the exquisite touch of her mouth and tongue on my cock.