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Decisions: 01

By: sawandsword



Have you ever thought about what your life might be if you'd gone left instead of right? What if you had chosen to go a different direction at some pivotal time in your life? What simple decision might have changed your destiny in ways you might never have thought of, or expected? The following story gives us several possible choices. 

Bob and Carol Cummings sat in the front seat of the SUV watching for her Sister's house. 

The road was surrounded by woods, with the occasional house sitting out in a large yard.

They were almost to Carol's Sister's house where they would stay for the next two weeks. It was an annual holiday tradition that they had observed every year since their twins were two years old.

"There," Carol exclaimed as her Sister's house appeared in the distance.

Without taking his eyes off the road, Bob announced, "Mark, Mandy, we're here."

The twins began to yawn and stretch from the two bench seats. 

Mandy had been sleeping directly behind their parents.

Mark had taken the rear bench.

As the eighteen year old twins sat up and rubbed their eyes.

Mandy saw the familiar house covered with holiday lights. A Christmas tree sat in the large bay window. "Wonderful, another glorious drive to Aunt Sarah's house is coming to an end. Now we get to spend the next two weeks in the middle of nowhere watching the deer forage through the snow, looking for food."

"That will be enough of that, young lady," Carol warned. "Besides, I thought you like visiting your cousin Lucy during the holidays?"

"Lucy wants Aunt Sarah to move away from this place as much as anyone."

Bob pulled into the snow covered driveway.

"I don't know why Aunt Sarah doesn't sell the house," Mark chimed in. "Uncle Glen has been dead for three years now. She and Lucy could get a nice apartment in the city."

Carol took a deep breath before responding. "Sarah loves living out here. She has no desire to live anywhere else. Besides, if she lived in an apartment, you wouldn't have a place to sleep during our visits. As it is, you have a nice big basement bedroom all to yourself."

The SUV came to a stop behind Sarah's four wheel drive.

Lucy's Jeep sat next to her Mother's pickup.

Everyone got out and grabbed their luggage.

The foursome trudged to the front door. 

Carol rang the doorbell.

A minute later the door opened.

Sarah stood in the doorway dressed in cleaning clothes. Her face was smudged, and she looked like she'd been working for hours. Sarah squealed with excitement. "You made it," she excitedly exclaimed. "Come on in and get out of the cold."

Sarah let the weary travelers in.

Carol hugged her Sister. "I am so glad to see you." She stepped back and looked her younger sister over. "Good grief, you look like you've been cleaning all day."

Sarah shook her head. "Actually, I've been dealing with a flooded basement all day."

"Your basement is flooded?" Bob asked his Sister in Law. "What happened?"

"The pipes to the washing machine froze and busted during the night. There is currently two inches of water down there. Believe it or not, a few hours ago there was six inches of water down there."

"Does this mean you don't have any plumbing?" Bob asked.

"No, the rest of the house has water. I just can't use the basement until it is dried out, and the plumbing is fixed. Fortunately I have a washer and dryer on the first floor as well."

"Where am I going to sleep?" Mark asked.

"I've figured it all out. Your Mom can sleep with me, and you can sleep with your Dad."

Sarah saw the distraught look appear on her Nephew's face. "What's wrong?"

Carol stepped in to provide an explanation. "Sis, Bob is... how shall I put it? He tosses and turns a lot."

"Dad snores like a train too," Mark quickly added.

"Oh," Sarah responded sympathetically. "I'd forgotten about that. Well, in that case you can sleep with me on the first floor. The master bed is more than large enough."

Mark's eyes grew wide as saucers. "I can't sleep with you."

"Why can't you?" Sarah asked.

"You're my Aunt. It would be weird."

"The only other alternative would be to sleep on the couch. But I wouldn't recommend doing that. I slept on it once, and was in pain for three days afterwards."

"Sarah, why don't you sleep with Lucy," Carol said. "That way Mark and Mandy can sleep in your bed."

"Mom," Mandy shrieked.

"Well, honey Mark has to sleep somewhere."

"Then let him sleep with Lucy, and I'll sleep with Aunt Sarah."

At that moment Lucy entered the room. "Let who sleep with me?"

"Honey, we can't expect Lucy to share her bed with her male cousin," Carol replied. "Sarah, would you mind sleeping in the same bed as Bob? That way Mark and I can sleep in your bed?"

The Decision

"I don't mind if Mark sleeps with me," Lucy said. "It's not like he's some strange boy. Mark is my cousin."

"Honey, are you sure you don't mind?" Sarah asked her eighteen year old Daughter.

Lucy shrugged her shoulders. "I really don't mind."

Sarah moved some of her things up to Lucy's room, and Lucy moved some of her things to the downstairs bedroom.

Soon everyone was settled in for the night, and ready for bed.

Lucy came out of her Mom's bathroom dressed in a sleeping shirt that hung to her upper thighs. The shirt was just long enough to hide a tiny pair of pink panties. Her long brown hair was in a pony tail. Lucy is a tall, slender girl. She has a perky face that causes her to get more looks from men than she feels comfortable with.

Mark had changed into his sleeping shorts, and was stretched out on the king size bed. His bare torso and arms rippled with muscles. Being a varsity football player, Mark spent a lot of time working out.

"I hope you don't mind, but I like to sleep with a night light. I'm not afraid of the dark. I just like to be able to see if I wake up during the night."

Mark shook his head. "I fall asleep with my lamp on from time to time. I don't do it on purpose. I just fall asleep like that."

Lucy moved around the bed, and turned on her Mother's night light. She then moved back around to her side of the bed and started to get in. It was at that moment that she noticed the bulge in Mark's sleeping shorts. She furrowed up her brow and gave cousin a look of disgust. "Are you kidding me?"

"What?" Mark asked in confusion.

"Does the thought of sleeping with a girl, any girl so turn you on that you get a woody thinking about your own Cousin?"

Mark glanced down at the crotch of his shorts. He then looked back at his cousin. "I don't have a woody."

"Mark I can see the outline of it in your shorts."

"You might see my cock's outline, but I'm not hard."

"Are you shitting me?" Lucy asked in disbelief. "Your cock is really that big when it is soft?"

"Yeah," Mark sheepishly replied as he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm what you would call hung."

"You are lying to me."

"I'm not lying to you. I'm not bragging either. I have a very large penis."

Lucy couldn't tear her eyes off her cousin's groin. She finally turned her gaze to Mark's face. Her eyes were filled with curiosity. Lucy had never seen a cock that big before. She had always been curious about big dicks, but the pretty eighteen year old had never gotten an opportunity to actually see one up close.

"Your cock is really that big?"

Mark could tell that Lucy was brimming with curiosity. A devious thought popped into his head. "You want to know just how big my dick is, don't you."

"No I don't," Lucy responded just a little too fast.

"Lucy, I can see it written all over your face." Deciding to give his Cousin a way to admit it without appearing to be weird, Mark smoothly said, "There's nothing wrong with being curious about something that you don't see every day. I have to admit that you don't see guys with dicks like mine every day. If you want to see it I won't get mad."

Lucy felt her cheeks turn slightly pink. "Maybe I am a little curious."

"Would you like to see my cock?"

Lucy quietly nodded her head.

A grin slowly grew across Mark's face. He reached over and turned on his bedside lamp. Next he slid his fingers into the waistband of his shorts.

Lucy stood next to the bed staring at her Cousin in abject curiosity.

Mark slowly slid his shorts down over his hips.

Lucy watched in complete fascination as the monster between her Cousin's legs slowly began to appear. She couldn't believe how long and thick it was. 

Mark peeled his shorts off, and tossed them aside. He grasped his cock and pointed it straight up.

All Lucy could manage to say was, "I don't believe it."

"You should see how big it gets when it is fully erect."

Lucy's curiosity intensified. She turned her eyes back to her cousin. "How big does it get when it's hard?"

Mark began to stroke his prick. With each stroke the monster in his hand began to come to life.

Lucy stared at the beast as it began to harden. She couldn't believe how long, and thick it began to get. "How far will that thing go inside a girl?" She asked.

Mark shrugged. "I don't know exactly. I've only been with three girls. And none of them could take it very deep. They all complained that it was too big."

Lucy continued to stare at the cock. The desire to find out just how deep she could take it began to surface. She quickly reminded herself that Mark is her cousin.

Knowing what Lucy was thinking, Mark got an idea. "I know how we could find out."

Lucy shook her head. "No, we couldn't have sex. You are my Cousin."

"I'm not talking about screwing you. I'm talking about taking a measurement."

"How do we do that?"

"Take off your clothes and get in the bed."

Lucy eyed Mark suspiciously. 

"You need to be nude so we can get an accurate measurement."

The pretty brunette slowly shed her sleeping garments.

Mark admired her slim body, and long legs.

Lucy wasn't a voluptuous girl, but she did have a nice little figure.

Mark felt his cock twitch with desire as his cousin stripped before him.

As she dropped her panties to the floor, Lucy stepped out of them, and then climbed onto the bed. "What do we do now?"

"Lie on your back and spread your legs."

"Mark, you can't fuck me. We are family. Besides, I don't want to get pregnant."

"I promise I'm not going to fuck you. Now lie on your back."

Lucy considered Mark's request, before reluctantly lying back on the bed and spreading her thighs. "Now what are we going to do?"

"I'm going to lie between your legs and lay the length of my cock along your stomach. I'll rest my balls between your spread thighs. That way we can see how deep my cock would be inside you if we were screwing."

"That's a good idea," Lucy agreed. She grabbed Mark's pillow, and slipped it under her shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to get a good view." She settled herself into position and then nodded. "I'm ready now. Lie between my legs."

Mark eased his legs between his Cousin's spread thighs.

Lucy felt a thrill of excitement mixed with fear run through her as she saw the huge monster hanging precariously close to her pussy lips.

If Mark wanted to he could simply lean over and thrust his monster into her body and there would be nothing she could do to stop him.

Mark leaned forward until the head of his manhood rubbed against his cousin's clit.

"Be careful," she hissed. "Your cock head is too close to the entrance to my pussy."

"Don't worry," Mark whispered back. "I know what I'm doing."

Sally held still as Mark slowly settled his legs into place.

The head of his dick settled a little further between her legs. The tip of his monster rested against her pussy lips.

Lucy gasped. "I thought you said you weren't going to put it inside me?"

"I'm not. I'm just giving you a view of what it would look like going inside you." Mark took hold of his shaft, and eased it above Lucy's pussy lips. He pressed the bottom of his cock head between her upper lips until it touched her button.

Lucy's eyes grew wide as she felt the underside of his cock head touch her clit. 

"Now, wrap your hand around the head and shaft, and then press my cock down until it is pressed tightly against your skin."

Lucy followed her Cousin's instructions.

Mark began easing his cock forward. The underside to his cock slid along her pussy lips, and stroked her clit.

Lucy whimpered as she watched and felt her cousin's cock slide through her hand and along her pelvic region. Lucy chewed on her lower lip as she watched the sausage slide through her pubic hair, and up her stomach.

Mark's heavy balls came to rest against his Cousin's pussy lips. He was careful not to take this little game too far, too fast. Mark knew that if he played it right, he'd soon have his dick buried in Lucy's willing body.

Lucy stared at the monster lying along the length of her stomach. She was shocked that her belly button was hidden beneath the sausage.

Very little of Mark's monster was hidden beneath her small hand.

"Shit," she hissed. "There is no way I'd be able to take all that in me. Who am I kidding? The head wouldn't fit."

"Sure it would," Mark shot back. "Lucy, a woman's vagina is designed to stretch so that it can accommodate a man's cock."

"But you said those girls you fucked couldn't take very much inside."

"They were able to take anywhere from six to eight inches. I couldn't get my whole dick inside, but I did manage to get part of it in them."

Lucy's gaze returned to the man meat lying across her stomach. The temptation was very powerful. She just had to know if she could take the head inside her. "Look, if I let you put just the head inside me, do you promise to stop when I ask?"

"Yes, I promise to stop."

"Alright, you can put the head inside me, but nothing more. You cannot fuck me. That would be incest."

Lucy reluctantly released her grip on Mark's cock.

Mark eased his cock back down to the lips of his cousin's vaginal opening. He grasped the base and began to rub the tip between her lips. "I'm just lubricating you."

Lucy nodded not taking her eyes off what was happening between her legs. "I know what you're doing."

Mark continued to rub the head of his cock through his Cousin's labia.

Lucy felt her body begin to tremble. She knew this was supposed to be nothing more than satisfying her curiosity, but the sensation of Mark rubbing his cock head between her pussy lips was beginning to get to her. Soon her juices were pouring from her vaginal opening.

"Are you ready?" Mark asked.

Lucy glanced up at her Cousin. She briefly nodded before returning her gaze to his man meat.

Mark slowly and very gently pushed his cock head into his Cousin's vaginal opening.

Lucy's face contorted with several emotions as she felt the head of the beast begin to spread her wide open. "Oh fuck," she whimpered. She felt like she was a virgin all over again.

Mark continued to ease his cock head into his cousin's body until he slipped the entire head inside her. Only then did he stop.

Lucy couldn't believe she'd taken the head inside her body. Her pussy lips were stretched farther than ever before. With trembling fingers she reached between her legs and grasped the shaft of his dick. She looked up at her Cousin. "The head is in me."

"You could take more if you want."

"No," she said almost in a panic. "I can't let you screw me."

"I'm not going to screw you. I would just like to know how deep I can go."

Indecision was written all over Lucy's face. She knew she couldn't let Mark have sex with her. But she was curious to know how much of his cock she could take in her. "You promise not to screw me. You're just going to see how deep you can go."

"I promise I am only going to see how much of my cock will fit in you."

"Alright, but be careful."

Mark eased his weight onto his elbows. His cock slipped a half inch deeper into her body. Leaning his mouth close to her left ear, he whispered, "Wrap your legs around my hips. That will open you up and give me maximum penetration, without making you overly uncomfortable."

Lucy eased her legs around her Cousin's hips. 

That action alone caused another inch of his cock to sink into Lucy's body.

Lucy felt the butterflies stirring up inside her stomach.

Mark eased his cock forward a bit, and came up against some resistance. 

"Now, I want you to relax."

Lucy tried as best she could to follow Mark's instructions.

The young man eased his cock back out of her until only the tip of the head was all that was left inside her. 

Lucy's vaginal walls collapsed as she was emptied of the cock head.

He then began to penetrate her for a second time.

Lucy bit into her lower lip as her cousin's cock began to open her up again.

Mark sank a little deeper into his Cousin's opening.

Lucy uttered a low groan as her body accepted more of his cock.

Mark then slid back out of Lucy's stretched pussy. He held over her for a second before sinking back into her body. Once again his manhood opened his Cousin up a little more.

Again and again their bodies pressed together as Mark continued to stretch his Cousin's pussy open.

Lucy uttered a high pitched whimper as Mark spread her open even more. 

Mark's pace and force began to increase. Mark was soon thrusting into Lucy's pussy over and over until the head of his cock pushed against the entrance of her womb. He kept thrusting into her over and over, forcing her vaginal walls to stretch, and making her take more of him inside. 

They continued thrust against one another even though her body had taken all but the last two inches of his cock inside her willing body.

Lucy felt like she was being torn in two with a jack hammer. She thrust against each of Mark's thrusts, again and again. All thoughts of curiosity had fled her mind.

They weren't being curious. They were fucking. 

Lucy knew she was being fucked. She was letting her first Cousin fuck her like a lust filled animal. "Oh Mark, fuck me. Fuck me hard." She tightened her legs around her cousin's hips. "Don't stop."

"This is incest Lucy," Mark said feigning concern.

"I don't care. I want your huge cock stuffed inside me again and again. Fuck me, and don't ever stop."

Knowing he'd broken her, Mark began to ram his huge cock into Lucy's willing pussy. He thrust into her again and again.

With each thrust, Lucy screamed soundlessly into the night. She slid her legs up higher, until her calves were draped across the small of Mark's back.

Over and over Mark thrust his massive cock into Lucy. His balls began to boil. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

Lucy's orgasm ripped through her body like a surgeon's scalpel. She started to scream her pleasure into the night, forcing Mark to bury his tongue in her mouth to keep her from being heard upstairs.

Lucy whimpered, and whined as her cousin thrust into her again and again. Her orgasm immediately turned into a second orgasm, followed by a third. Lucy wrapped her arms around Mark's neck and pulled his face tightly to hers. She continued to scream into his mouth.

Mark's impending orgasm finally hit him with a vengeance. He exploded into Lucy's receptive body. He fired blast after blast of rich fertile semen into his Cousin's womb. Mark felt his entire body go rigid as he dumped his load of baby makers into Lucy's womb.

What neither of them knew was Lucy's womb had eggs in it. She was carrying two to be exact. 

They fucked like animals for the next two weeks.

Lucy knew they should be using condoms, but the feel of Mark's bare cock sinking into her body just felt too good.

Nine months later Lucy gave birth to fraternal twins.

The whole Family knew the baby was Mark's. 

Mark and Lucy moved across country where they live as man and wife to this day. 

Lucy has given birth to four kids. They had three girls and a boy.


Decisions: 01



Because Lucy chose to sleep in the same bed as her Cousin Mark, their lives were forever changed.

But what if she hadn't chosen to let her Cousin sleep with her? 

What if Mark had ended up sleeping in the same bed as one of the other women instead of Lucy? What course in history would have been altered if Mark had never filled his Cousin's fertile body with his sperm?

Yes, a simple decision can forever change your life. The question is, whose life would have been changed, and how?

The answer to that question will be in Decision Two.



Decisions: 02



When we last saw the Family, they were in the midst of making a decision. The decision they made resulted in Lucy being fucked and knocked up by her Cousin Mark. But what if the decision had gone a different direction? 

The Decision

"I don't mind if Mark sleeps with me," Lucy said. "It's not like he's some strange boy. Mark is my cousin."

Mandy groaned in disgust. "I'll sleep downstairs with Mark. Lucy shouldn't have to sleep in the same bed as my Brother."

"I really don't mind," Lucy replied calmly.

"I know you don't. But he's my Brother which means it's my problem. And I'm not shoving my problem off on you. You sleep with your Mom, and I will sleep with my Brother."

Mandy soon crawled into bed dressed in her sleeping shirt, and panties.

Mark was dressed only in his loose fitting sleeping shorts.

"I hope you don't hog the covers," Mandy scowled as she rolled over on her side with her back to her Brother. 

"Don't worry," Mark replied. "I don't toss and turn in my sleep."

"No, you just walk in your sleep."

"I haven't walked in my sleep in years," Mark growled.

"I hope you don't do it tonight."

Before long, both Brother and sister had settled in for the night and were sound asleep.

As the night wore on, Mandy and Mark tossed and turned in their sleep. By three am Brother and Sister were in a blissful spooning position with Mandy's round panty covered buttocks pressing against Mark's cock. 

As the sleeping pair snuggled against each other Mark's dick began to become erect. His manhood stretched the material of his sleeping shorts, and slipped out the waistband of his shorts. As his erection grew, the head snaked under Mandy's shirt.

Feeling the bare meat touching her back, the sleeping Mandy subconsciously turned over to face her brother. 

Mark's cock was soon pressed against Mandy's stomach.

The two subconsciously snuggled closer to one another. 

Mark wrapped his free arm around his sister, and drew her close.

The pretty Sister began to gradually wake up. She was confused at first, but soon the memory of why her Brother was in bed with her came back to her half sleeping mind.

"Mark, move over onto your side of the bed," she mumbled, struggling to return to a state of unconsciousness.

Mark moaned in his sleep, and pressed tighter against his sister.

Mandy felt the throbbing monster rub up against her stomach. Her mind instantly became alert and her eyes popped open. Mandy realized that her Brother's cock had gotten hard and had somehow escaped his shorts.

His throbbing member was rubbing up against her bare stomach.

"Oh shit," Mandy whispered fearfully. She knew that if Mark woke up while they were in this position they would both be mortified by this experience.

Mark pressed his dick tighter against his Sister's stomach and moaned in pleasure.

"Great," Mandy seethed. "My fucking Brother is a pervert even in his sleep."

Mark began to thrust and grind against his sister, moaning and muttering with each small thrust.

"What is he doing?" Mandy whimpered.

Mark began to rub the length of his cock along Mandy's pelvis and stomach.

Mandy felt a wave of revulsion pass through her. She couldn't believe her sleeping Brother was dry humping her. She was also shocked at just how big her Brother's dick was.

The sleeping young man slid his other arm beneath his Sister's side, and pulled her even closer to him. He continued to moan and grind against her body.

Unable to take it any longer, Mandy leaned her lips close to Mark's left ear. "Mark, wake up," Mandy whispered.

The dreaming young man suddenly turned his face, and pressed his lips to his sister's mouth.

Before Mandy could stop him, she felt her Brother's tongue slip between her lips. She could feel his tongue dancing around in her mouth. Mandy suddenly realized that Mark wasn't just sleeping. He was in a state of sleep walking, something he hadn't done since he was a child. Mandy remembered the stories she'd heard about sleep walkers becoming violent when awakened unexpectedly. 

Mark continued to grind his cock against his sister's body as he kissed her mouth.

Mandy whimpered as her Brother rubbed his huge cock back and forth against her pelvis and stomach. Mandy knew she had to get him to let go of her without waking him.

As Mark rubbed against his Sister, his sleeping shorts began to slip off his hips. Soon his entire erection was free, and pressing against Mandy's body. 

Mandy wanted to cry out, but the thought of being found like this was even more terrifying than having her Brother wake up while they were in this position.

Mark continued to thrust against his Sister's body. His sleeping mind was enjoying the dream tremendously. He suddenly rolled over, taking his Sister with him, so that she was lying on her back, with her Brother on top of her.

Mark had slid his legs between his sister's thighs. He held part of his weight off Mandy with one hand, but still he kept enough weight on her to keep her pinned to the bed.

Mandy gasped in disbelief. She realized that her sleep walking Brother was positioning her for sex. Mandy then remembered the special she'd seen on television about sleep sex. She remembered that people who had sleep sex were not consciously aware of their actions. Mandy had no doubt that Mark was just carrying out what his subconscious told him to do. But still, the thought of being violated her Brother made the young woman feel queasy.

Mark pressed his lips against his Sister's lips once again. He kissed her furiously, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. He began to run his fingers through his Sister's strawberry blond hair. He ground his huge cock against his Sister's panty covered clit.

Mandy involuntarily moaned into her Brother's mouth. She couldn't believe her sleepwalking Brother was trying to fuck her. To make matters worse, she couldn't believe her body was beginning to respond to her Brother's sexual advances.

Forcing her face to the side, Mandy once again whispered into her Brother's ear. "Mark, you have to wake up. You can't have sex with me. This is incest. Besides, I'm not on birth control. I could get pregnant."

Mark reached between his Sister's legs and grasped his monster. He began to rub the head of his cock against the gusset of Mandy's panties.

The feel of his cock head rubbing against her clit, caused Mandy to involuntarily moan again. Her legs drew up at an angle, tilting her pussy to a more inviting position.

"What am I doing?" Mandy exclaimed. She couldn't believe she'd just opened herself up to her Brother's touches.

Mark began to rub the head of his monster along the length of her panties.

Mandy's body began to tremble with desire. Her mind told her that this was wrong, but her body screamed that this felt all too right.

Yes, Mark is her Brother. Yes if he fucked her without protection, disastrous consequences could occur.

But the head of that beast felt so good against Mandy's pussy.

"Mark, please wake up," Mandy whispered. Her voice could barely be heard.

The sleeping young man suddenly released his grip on his shaft. Slipping from between his sister's thighs, he took hold of the waistband of Mandy's panties and pulled.

Mandy gasped as the panties were tugged off her rounded hips, and down her long legs. She was completely unprotected. Her neatly trimmed snatch was exposed and ready for use.

Before Mandy had a chance to think about the fact that she was free, Mark climbed back onto his Sister, and forced his legs between hers.

Once again Mandy was helpless beneath her Brother.

In his state of sleep sex, Mark could easily thrust his monster into her pussy and she would be unable to stop him.

"Mark, listen to me. We can't do this. We can't have sex. It's wrong."

The sleeping man once again grasped his manhood. Positioning it against the entrance to her sex, Mark began to rub it back and forth through the folds of her vaginal lips.

Mandy whimpered as her Brother's cock head began to run back and forth through her pussy lips. Another terrible thought ran through her mind. Mandy had never taken a cock this big before. Even her dildo was smaller than Mark's cock.

Mark would split her wide open if he forced his cock into her with one thrust.

Doing the only thing she knew to do, Mandy leaned up and whispered into her Brother's ear again. "Be gentle, baby. I've never had a cock as big as yours before."

Mandy could only hope that her message got through to her Brother's subconscious and he'd fuck her slowly and gently.

Mark eased his cock forward a couple of inches.

Mandy whimpered as she felt the head of her Brother's cock slip into the entrance of her lubricated vagina.

The sleeping young man eased the tip back a half inch, and then pushed forward again.

Mandy's body tensed as she felt the entire head and an inch of his shaft slide into her body. "That's it Darling," she whispered. "Go slow."

Mandy knew she was going to be fucked and there was nothing she could do about it. Mandy also knew that Mark wasn't trying to rape her. He was simply having sleep sex, and her body happened to be near by. Knowing that she had no choice in this matter, Mandy once again raised her knees, spread her legs wider, and trusted that her Brother wouldn't hurt her too much with his huge cock. She just hoped that this little sexual encounter didn't lead to her becoming pregnant.

Mark pressed his cock deeper into his Sister's body.

Mandy gritted her teeth as she felt the walls of her pussy stretching to accommodate her Brother's dick.

Mark was taking his time, but even with the slow penetration, Mandy felt like she was being stretched beyond endurance. Tiny pricks of pain shot through Mandy's pussy as it slowly stretched open for her Brother's monster cock.

"Oh fuck, your cock is too big," she moaned. "You'll split me in half with that beast."

As Mark worked six inches of his dick into his Sister's body, he leaned close, and placed his mouth next to her right ear. "Don't worry Sis, being twins our sex organs were made for each other. I guarantee that every inch of my cock will fit perfectly in your pussy."

Mandy's face showed the shock she was feeling. Her twin Brother was awake. He was awake and knowingly fucking her.

"What the hell are you doing?" She asked in disbelief.

Mark tilted his face up and gazed into his sister's lovely eyes. A naughty grin crossed his handsome features. "I'm making love to my sexy twin sister." Mark drew back and thrust forward.

Mandy whimpered as another inch of his cock sank into her depths. "Mark, I'm your Sister. You aren't supposed to fuck me."

"Mandy, you're my twin sister. We were made to fuck. We were made to be together. We came from Mom's womb just two minutes apart. My cock was made for your pussy, Darling. I love you."

Mark withdrew part way before thrusting back into Mandy's already stretched pussy.

Mandy moaned deeply. It wasn't just a moan of pain. The pleasure she felt shot through her nether region like a bolt of lightning. Her Brother's wonderful cock was causing her to experience pain and pleasure like never before. 

"This is so wrong. We aren't supposed to be fucking. Mark we're committing incest."

Mark thrust into his Sister again. "We're making love, my Darling Sister."

She wrapped her legs around her Brother's hips and squeezed.

His cock sank deeper into her trembling body.

Mandy's mind began to spin with confusion. She knew that what they were doing was taboo. But the feel of her Brother's cock in her wet pussy felt incredible.

"Oh my beautiful Brother that feels so wonderful. I can feel your dick deep inside me. Please Mark, I know it's wrong, but fuck your Sister harder." Mandy couldn't believe she'd just said that.

Mark drew his cock back to the very entrance of his sister's open pussy. He gazed deeply into his Sister's eyes.

Knowing what her Brother was about to do, Mandy sucked in a lung full of air, and then bit down on her lower lip. She slid her arms around her Brother's neck and held on for dear life. She tightened her legs around her Brother's hips.

"I'm ready Darling. Ram it all the way in." 

Mark tensed his hips for a moment, and then thrust his monster deep into his Sister's body.

Mandy bit down hard on her lower lip as her Brother's cock opened her up the rest of the way. She whimpered in pain and pleasure as his cock head slammed into her cervix wall.

"Oh fuck, you're all the way in me," Mandy exclaimed.

"I do love you Sis." Mark began to ram his cock into his sister's willing body.

Mandy gripped her Brother's neck and hips tightly as he pounded into her again and again. "I love you too Darling. Oh, you feel so wonderful inside me."

Mark's thrusts were long and deep. With each withdraw of his cock Mark left his sister's pussy feeling empty and alone. But each return thrust filled her body, and made her feel loved and needed.

"Oh Mark, I love your big cock in my pussy. I love having my Brother's cock buried in me."

Mark thrust again and again into his Sister. He could feel her body preparing for orgasm. He knew she would cum in a few minutes. An evil smile crossed his lips. He would also cum. He would plant his rich, potent seed deep in his Sister's body. 

Mandy would carry her Brother's child.

The family would be horrified.

But Mark didn't care. He would have his sister as his Wife until death do they part.

Mandy's body began to tremble and shake as her orgasm continued to build. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum."

"I'm going to cum with you Darling," Mark whispered into her ear. "I'm going to cum into your unprotected pussy."

"Mark if you cum in me, you'll make me pregnant."

"Yes, I will knock my beautiful Sister up. I will give her my baby, and we will spend the rest our lives together making love, and making babies."

Mark picked up his pace. He thrust harder and harder into his sister's body.

Mandy knew that it would be crazy to let her Brother make her pregnant. But at that moment she didn't care. She wanted to feel her brother's baby batter spray all over the walls of her pussy. She wanted the sperm to make a mad dash for her eggs. Mandy realized that she wanted her Brother to make her pregnant. Mandy wanted to have Mark's children.

Mark's balls churned with a new urgency as his cock slid in and out of his Sister's body again and again.

"Oh Darling," I'm about to cum," Mandy breathlessly exclaimed. "Oh fuck."

Mandy tightened her grip on her Brother's hips, forcing him deep into her stretched out pussy. She clung to his neck. Her orgasm was going to be intense. When it hit, her pussy muscles clamped down on her Brother's swollen cock and began to milk it for the precious life giving sperm.

Mark couldn't control himself any longer. He groaned deeply and let his sperm fly into his Sister's womb.

Brother and Sister rocked together as their orgasms shook the bed.

"You're knocking me up Mark," Mandy snarled through gritted teeth. "Oh fuck, my Brother is knocking me up. My twin Brother is giving me a baby."

As the lovers ground together, their Mother, and Aunt stood outside the door listening. The Sisters were frantically rubbing each other's pussies as they pressed their ears to the door.

Sarah smiled at her older Sister. "If I'd slept with Mark tonight instead of Mandy that would be me in there getting knocked up right now," she whispered.

Carol smiled at her younger Sister. "It could have been me being knocked up by my Son instead."

Sarah gazed lovingly into her Sister's eyes. "Would you really let your Son fuck you, and make you pregnant?"

"I've let you eat my pussy all these years, Sister." As the first wave of her orgasm hit her, Carol gave her beautiful Sister a knowing smile. "Oh fuck I want to feel your tongue buried in my pussy so bad right now."

Decisions can make a difference in our lives. We go let, we go right. One simple choice can affect the rest of our lives.

Mandy did indeed become pregnant by her Brother. Mark and Mandy moved away, and lived as Husband and Wife.

Their Father was heart broken by the whole ordeal at first. He eventually accepted it, but it was very difficult for him.

But their Mother and Aunt Sarah knew what the joy of incest could do for siblings.

Yes, when they were much younger, Carol, and Sarah had made a decision that affected how they saw each other. They became lovers. And even though each Sister had met a man, and become a Wife and Mother, the love and lust they felt for one another never died. That's why to this day they get together every year in the guise of a vacation. And while the rest of the Family is sleeping peacefully, the Sisters slip off together and make mad passionate love.

Mandy's decision did have consequences that stayed with her for the rest of her life. 

But what if another member of the Family had slept with Mark that night? What would have been the results of that decision?



Decisions: 03



When we last saw the Family, they were in the midst of making a decision. The decision they made resulted in Mandy being fucked and knocked up by her Brother Mark. 

We also discovered that Sisters Carol and Sarah have been masking love for years. They had heard everything from the bedroom door, and actually considered the idea of being knocked up by the eighteen year old a turn on. 

But let's face it, a fantasy is nice, but reality is an entirely different game. 

How would the Sisters feel if one or both women were to actually face the possibility of being impregnated by Mark? 

In this final chapter of Decisions we will explore that very question.

"I don't mind if Mark sleeps with me," Lucy said. "It's not like he's some strange boy. Mark is my cousin."

"No, Honey, you sleep in your room with Mandy," Sarah replied. "I'm sure Mark can tolerate sharing a bed with his Aunt during your stay."

Mark shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind."

After everyone had settled in for the night, Sarah lay next to her sleeping Nephew, and waited to make sure he was sound asleep. 

Her Sister, Carol had told her to wait for an hour and then slip out to the living room so they could continue their annual tradition of making love. 

Normally they made love in the downstairs bedroom. But since that was occupied by the sleeping teenager and his Aunt, they would have to take the risk and make love on the couch.

Satisfied that Mark was sound asleep, Sarah slipped out of the bed and left the bedroom.

Carol was sitting on the couch, waiting for her Sibling. She gave her Sister a warm smile. "I take it Mark is asleep."

Sarah sat down next to her Sister. "He is snoring away."

Carol reached out and drew her younger Sister into her arms.

Sarah glanced at the bedroom door. "You do realize we could get caught out here."

Carol drew her Sister close and kissed her. It was a long and sensual kiss. She eased her tongue between Sarah's lips.

Sarah moaned into her older Sibling's mouth. They kissed and touched one another.

Sarah finally broke away from her Sister. "You know how to drive me crazy," she said a little too loudly.

Carol placed her fingers over her Sister's lips. "You'll wake Mark."

The middle aged Sisters resumed kissing and caressing each other. They began peeling each other's pajamas off. Within moments they were naked and stretched out on the couch, and their night clothes were in a pile near one end of the couch.

Carol began sucking Sarah's left nipple.

Sarah moaned in pleasure. "I love the feel of your lips on my nipples."

Carol gently bit down on her younger Sibling's nipple, causing her to gasp.

Sarah thrust her chest against Carol's mouth, and moaned loudly. "Oh baby that feels so good." Her voice carried across the room.

"You've got to be quiet," Carol quietly reprimanded her Sister. "Mark is fifteen feet away. He's a fairly heavy sleeper, but you could wake him up."

"I'm sorry. I can't help myself. You drive me crazy." Sarah gazed at the bedroom door. "I wish I'd brought my toys with me. You could keep me quiet by stuffing a ball gag in my mouth."

"Why didn't you bring them?" Carol asked.

"I was afraid that opening the top drawer of the night stand would wake Mark."

Carol stroked her sister's cheek. "You do love your bondage toys."

Sarah gave her sister a playful smile. "I can't help it. I love it when you hand cuff and ravage me."

"Perhaps we can play with the toys tomorrow night. You can sneak them out during the day." Carol squeezed Sarah's right ass cheek. "Right now I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours."

Sarah held her breath as her older Sister slid down her body. She spread her legs wide, laying her left leg across the back of the couch. She watched the top of her Sister's head as Carol closed in on her pussy.

Carol eased her shoulders between her Sister's spread thighs, and lovingly gazed at the hairless pussy before her. Gazing up into her Sister's eyes, Carol leaned forward and kissed her clit.

Sarah shuddered in pleasure as Carol's lips came into contact with her clit. "Oh fuck that feels wonderful."

Carol slid her tongue through the folds of her Sister's pussy lips, and flicked the tip of her tongue across her clit.

Sarah jerked against Carol's mouth. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out.

Carol began flicking her tongue across Sarah's clit. She tormented her sister mercilessly with her tongue. Every so often she would jab her tongue into Sarah's love hole.

Between the possibility of getting caught and her Sister's delightful tongue, Sarah was soon moaning and whining lustfully. Her clit began to throb with anticipation. "Oh fuck Sis, you're driving me crazy."

Carol wanted to admonish her Sister for speaking so loudly, but decided that the only way she'd keep Sarah quiet was to gag her. 

Tomorrow Carol would make sure Sarah got the bondage toys out of the bedroom.

Sarah half sat up, and then reached down to tug at her sister's hips. "Please Sis, I want to taste you."

Carol turned so that her pussy was over Sarah's face. Lowering her pussy lips to her sister's mouth, she resumed eating Sarah out.

Sarah thrust her face into Carol's sex and began devouring her Sister's clit.

The two women moaned as they thrust their pussies into one another's mouths.

As they ate each other, the bedroom door slowly opened.

Mark stepped into the living room, and quietly slipped to one end of the couch. He watched his Mother and Aunt lick and suck on each other clits. His dick was as hard as steel. He pulled his cock out of his shorts and began to stroke himself. Mark was careful not to cum. He wanted to save that for what he had planned.

Neither woman noticed the young man standing over them, watching their sexual escapades. Soon they began to cum. Their juices flowed into one another's mouths. They moaned and writhed as their orgasms overtook them.

Both women pushed their faces into one another's sex. They licked mercilessly at one another. Their bodies trembled and shook as they came together.

Mark decided it was time to put his plan into action. He quietly picked up his Mother and Aunt's night clothes, and slipped back into the bedroom, leaving the door open.

Sarah and Carol eventually began to come down from their orgasms. Their bodies shook a little longer, until they finally were able to break free of one another.

Carol turned and lay on top of her sister. She kissed her Sibling, tasting her own juices on Sarah's lips. "Damn, I hate it that we can only get together two weeks out of the year."

Sarah smiled up at her elder Sibling. "You could come see me during the spring. Our kids will be away in college, and it would just be us." 

Carol kissed her sister again. "Now that the kids are grown and in college, it would be a good time to see one another more often." 

Carol glanced at the floor. At first it didn't register that something was missing. Then it began to dawn on her that their clothes were gone. "What the hell?"

"What is it?" Sarah asked.

"Our clothes are missing."

Carol stood up, and looked around the room. She spotted the open bedroom door. "Fuck!"

Sarah stood up and followed her Sister's gaze. She saw the open door and sighed. "Mark was in here, wasn't he?"

"Yes, and he took our clothes." Carol took a deep breath and strode towards the bedroom.

Sarah followed her older Sister into the bedroom.

Mark was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a devious expression.

"Alright Mark," Carol demanded. "Where are our clothes?"

The male twin stood and fearlessly approached his Mother. His large semi-erect cock was swinging in front of him as he approached her. His eyes raked over her nude body. "I have them here. You can have them back in exchange..."

Carol glared at her Son. "We can have our clothes back in exchange for what, Mark?" She asked.

Mark turned his gaze to the nearby nightstand.

Carol saw both sets of her sister's handcuffs, and two ball gags lying on the nightstand. She also noticed the box of condoms that were most likely left over from when Sarah's Husband was still with her. Carol looked back at her Son.

He gave her a confident smile.

"Mark, I can't let you have sex me. I'm your Mother."

Mark's eyes went to his sexy Aunt. "And Sarah is your Sister. Yet you don't have a problem fucking her. How do you think Dad would feel if he knew you were down here eating Aunt Sarah's pussy?"

Carol knew she was busted.

Mark held all the cards and there was nothing she could do. 

"What if I refuse?" Carol asked, trying to run a bluff.

Mark just stood there, staring his Mother down."

Realizing she had no choice, Carol gave in. "Fine, if fucking me will keep you quiet, and get my clothes returned then we might as well get this over with." Carol was just glad that her Son had found the condoms. The last thing she wanted was to have her eighteen year old Son filling her still fertile womb with his sperm.

Mark slowly shook his head. "Mom, I don't want to fuck you." His gaze returned to his nude Aunt. "I want to fuck both of you."

Sarah started to laugh.

Carol turned to her sister. "What the hell is so funny?"

"I'm not laughing at the humor of our circumstances. I'm laughing because we've wondered for years what could happen if we ever got caught. I never thought this would be the result." Sarah's gaze fell on her Nephew's impressive cock. "What the hell. If Mark wants to fuck both of us, I say why not. I've never had a threesome before. Besides, I've never had a cock that big in me before."

Carol had to admit to herself that she hadn't either. She looked back at the sex toys. "I suppose the cuffs and gags are for us."

Mark turned and picked up the gags. Stepping behind his Mother he slipped one gag over her head, and placed the ball against her lips.

Carol reluctantly opened her mouth, allowing her Son to force the ball between her teeth.

Mark expertly tied the gag off, and then stepped behind his Aunt Sarah.

She readily accepted the second gag into her mouth. A low moan escaped through the ball as Mark forced the gag between her teeth, before tying the gag tightly around her head.

Mark then closed and locked the bedroom door. Taking his Mother by the hand he led her to the bed, and laid her in the center of the bed. He then took the metal cuffs and locked them around her wrists.

Carol assumed he was going to fuck her first. She felt like kicking herself for being so careless. Her only solace was she wouldn't have to watch her Sister go first.

Mark however, had other plans. Turning to Sarah, he motioned for her to climb onto the bed.

Excited by the prospect of being hand cuffed and fucked by her sexy young Nephew, Sarah quickly joined her Sister and Nephew.

Mark took hold of her hips, and guided Sarah over her Sister's body. "Lie face down with your legs between Mom's thighs."

Sarah soon found her body positioned so she was lying on top of her nude Sister with her engorged clit pressed against Carol's clit.

Mark took Carol's right arm and moved it so her hand was sticking between two of the rails of the big bed's headboard. He took hold of Sarah's left arm and moved her hand through the next set of rails. Slipping the cuff over his beautiful Aunt's wrist, Mark locked the two women's wrists in place.

Realizing what he wanted, both women slipped their other hands through the head board rails.

Mark reached over and cuffed his Mother and Aunt's wrists together.

Carol and Sarah had cuffed each other to the bed numerous times over the years. But this was the first time they had ever been cuffed together. Both women found their new situation strangely stimulating.

Sarah began to involuntarily rub her clitoris against her older Sister's clit.

Even though Carol was still uncomfortable with her new circumstances, the familiar metal of the cuffs, and Sarah's clit rubbing against her own was beginning to have an effect on her. She involuntarily spread her legs wider, and bent her knees to give Sarah a better angle at her button.

As Mark watched his Aunt rub her clit against his Mom's clit, his erection began to grow even stiffer.

Carol spotted her son's growing erection. The sight of his cock made her gasp into the ball gag. She had no idea if that monster would even fit inside her. 

As Mark watched the bound women grind their pussies together, a sinister thought passed through his young mind. He knew his idea was risky, but being eighteen he decided what the hell.

Mark moved his aunt's legs apart and knelt between her creamy white thighs. Grasping her buttocks, he firmly squeezed them.

Sarah moaned in pleasure into her gag.

At that moment Carol realized that Mark hadn't put on a condom. 

He hadn't even opened the box.

Her gaze fell on the unopened box laying on the night stand. 'Is Mark going to fuck us bareback?' Carol thought. The lovely Mother was still fertile and able to be impregnated. On top of that, she was dangerously close to entering her ovulation cycle. 

If Mark came inside her, and she began to ovulate in the next day or two, she could very easily end up pregnant. 

Turning her gaze from the condoms to Mark, Carol gave her son a pleading look.

Knowing what was on his Mother's mind, Mark just smiled at her. "Yes Mom, one of you is going to get a pussy full of cum. The question is which one of you will receive my sperm?"

Sarah stopped rubbing her clit against her sister's button. She did a quick calculation and deduced that she in the middle of her most fertile time. Her eyes grew wide with fear.

If Mark came in her unprotected womb, she could get pregnant.

And from the expression on Carol's face, Sarah suspected that the same was true for her.

"We're going to play a little game of Russian roulette. I'm going to fuck each of you for a few minutes at a time. I will keep taking turns fucking your pussies until I cum. One of you will be relatively safe. Although I have heard that a woman can become pregnant from sperm that is in pre-cum. One of you however, will be filled with millions of sperm all desperate to find an egg in your womb to fertilize."

Mark leaned forward a little and placed the head of his cock against the entrance to Sarah's exposed pussy. He began to rub his cock head through her labia. 

Sarah moaned into the gag. 

Mark intended to start with her.

Carol shook her head, continuing to give her son a pleading look. She tried to tell her Son "No," but the gag muffled her plea. The lovely Mother doubted that Mark would listen even if she could speak. She also suspected that he wouldn't be satisfied with fucking his Mother and Aunt once. She was pretty sure that her virile Son would want to fuck them several times every night until they returned home. 

He would most likely fuck them mercilessly, depositing his rich sperm in each of their wombs, night after night over the next two weeks.

Carol and Sarah could both end up impregnated by the young stud that hovered over them.

Mark would not be satisfied until he knocked them both up.

Carol also knew there was nothing Sarah or she could do about it. Her Son had caught Sarah and her doing something that would destroy her Marriage and both their reputations if word ever got out. 

They were helpless to do anything except let Mark have his way with them whenever he wanted. Sarah and Carol had become Mark's sex toys and breeding stock whether they wanted to be or not. 

Mark slid his cock head down Sarah's pussy to his Mother.

Sarah felt both relieved and sexually frustrated as her Nephew moved his cock from her sex to her Sister's. She didn't want to become pregnant. Yet there was the thrill of playing the dangerous game of Russian roulette with their reproductive systems.

There was no guarantee that either Carol or Sarah would become pregnant, but still the dangerous game did add spice to their sex lives.

Mark sneered at his helpless Mother. He pressed the head of his cock against the entrance to her vagina. His cock head slipped inside her. "Are you ready to be fucked by your Son?"

Carol bit down on the ball gag as the entrance to her fertile sex opened up to her Son's invading member. She closed her eyes and waited for him to push his cock deeper into her. Her pussy hadn't been stretched this wide in eighteen years. Her fear that she couldn't handle his big cock resurfaced.

Mark pressed his cock in until the head of his cock was completely inside Carol. He then withdrew and shoved forward again. His man meat sank deeper into his Mother's depth.

Carol's eyes flew open as she felt her son's cock forcibly stretching her open. The last time her pussy had been opened this much, the young man who was fucking her was coming out of her womb to meet the world for the very first time.

Mark's third thrust opened Carol's vaginal walls up even more. He was into virgin territory this time. His Dad's cock had never gone this deep into his Mom's pussy.

Carol moaned, and gasped into the ball gag as her vaginal walls were forced open even more. She involuntarily thrust her pelvis upward, grinding her clit into Sarah's clit.

Sarah squealed in surprise, and thrust her clit back against Carols' pelvis.

Mark thrust into his Mother again and again until his pelvis bumped against his Aunt's pretty bottom.

Because of their awkward positions, and Sarah lying between Mark and his Mother, he could only get two thirds of his cock into Carol's body. He wasn't worried about getting all of his cock serviced though.

With Aunt Sarah's buttocks sticking up in the air, he would have no problem sinking into her pussy to the hilt.

Of course, there was the possibility that Sarah's vagina was too shallow to take all of his cock.

Mark knew from experience that a lot of women couldn't take all of a long, thick cock. He could tell that if it wasn't for Sarah lying between them he could probably sink balls deep into his Mother. He would have to switch them around before fucking them again. Yes, Mark fully intended to do this again, and again, and again. He would fuck his Mother and Aunt several times a night, every night during their little get together. He wouldn't stop there either. He would fuck his Mother and Aunt every chance he got. 

They wouldn't be able to resist wanting his cock. Once they were filled by his man meat both women would want more.

And if everything turned out right, both women would be carrying his babies in their wombs. 

Mom of course could tell Dad that they were going to have another child. 

Aunt Sarah on the other hand would have a hard time explaining how she got pregnant.

Rumors would fly. The Family would suspect that Mark was the Father, but nothing would be said out loud.

Mark however didn't care. He had his Mother and Aunt right where he wanted them. He could fuck them whenever he got the chance and they were helpless to stop him. Visions of his Mother and Aunt walking around with swollen bellies flashed through his mind.

Carol moaned with pleasure as her Son pounded her pussy over and over. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, but between her Sons monster cock stretching her, and the feel of her Sister's clit rubbing hers, her body was going wild with lust. 

Sarah found herself waiting in anticipation of her turn. She had no doubt that Mark would soon withdraw from his Mother, and then thrust his cock into her. The feelings she had were so wrong, but she couldn't help herself. Between the cuffs, the ball gag, and her Sister's clit rubbing against hers, Sarah's sexual urges were out of control. She wanted that big cock stuffed in her fertile pussy. She wanted Mark to fuck her hard, forcing her clit to grind into her Sister's clit. Although Sarah knew it was crazy, she wanted Mark's rich, thick, baby making sperm deep in her fertile body.




Decisions: 03



Carol's receptive womb craved the hard dick that was pounding her. She thrust her pelvis upward time and again as her Son rammed his cock into her. She couldn't believe how horny she'd become. She was like a wanton slut begging to be fucked.

Mark repeatedly thrust hard into his Mother, driving her sexual passions into a sexual frenzy. 

Then just as Carol was ready to cum, Mark ripped his cock out of her stretched out pussy.

Carol mewed in protest.

Mark then lined his cock up with his Aunt's fuck hole. He pressed forward.

Sarah groaned into the ball gag. She couldn't believe how thick her Nephew's cock head was.

He was just barely inside her, and already she felt stretched beyond belief. Mark slowly sank into his Aunt's sopping pussy.

She was so wet that Mark didn't need to withdraw, to thrust a second time. Her vaginal walls expanded as he sank deeper into her body. Sarah pushed back against her Nephew accepting everything he had to offer.

Mark felt his balls come to rest against his Mother and aunt's clits. His entire dick was completely inside of his Aunt Sarah's sopping wet pussy. He could feel the tip of his huge penis pressing against the entrance of her womb.

Sarah had taken the whole thing in one stroke. Even with Mark's thick cock stretching her vaginal walls like never before, somehow she took it all.

The fraternal twin began fucking his Aunt hard.

Sarah whimpered in pleasure as her Nephew repeatedly thrust into her love hole. With each stroke of Mark's massive cock Sarah's clit was repeatedly ground into her sister. Mark's cock head kept banging into his Aunt's cervix, causing her to whimper over and over.

Both women moaned and whimpered into their ball gags as Mark fulfilled his sexual needs on their willing bodies.

He thrust into his aunt again and again and again.

Sarah felt her impending orgasm build. She wanted her Nephew to pound her bottom out. She wanted his sperm deep inside her body. Sarah didn't care if the world knew. She wanted her sexy Nephew to make her pregnant. That thought sent Sarah over the edge. After just a few minutes of being mercilessly fucked, Sarah began cum like she'd never cum before.

Carol could feel her Sister's pussy throbbing with orgasmic bliss. She began to hope that Mark would pull out of Sarah, and thrust his cock back into her before he came. Carol knew it was insane, but she wanted that beast back inside her body.

Mark's monster had turned his Mother into a sex crazed slut, desperate for young cock. 

Carol knew that if he came in her that the odds of her becoming pregnant were good. But at that moment she didn't care. She just wanted to feel her Son's cock spreading her pussy walls wide as she came all over him.

Mark didn't disappoint his Mother. He withdrew his cock from his Aunt, repositioned himself, so he could sink deeper into his Mother's vagina, and thrust hard.

Carol bit down so hard on the ball gag that she left teeth marks. Her pussy opened up wide for her son. She wrapped her long legs around her Sister's hips and thrust her pelvis against Sarah's clit.

This caused Sarah's body to explode with a second orgasm. She ground her clit hard against Carol's clit.

Mark smiled as he felt his cock sink another two inches into his Mother. His new position wasn't the most comfortable, but he was able to get more of his dick inside his Mother's body. He began to thrust into Carol repeatedly.

Carol moaned and cried as her son fucked her hard, and deep. Both her vagina and anus throbbed with sexual tension. The beautiful Mother of two felt an intense orgasm building. She was about to cum with her Son's magnificent dick buried in her now willing body. Carol knew her marriage was at risk. She also knew she could end up pregnant, but at that moment she didn't care.

Mark felt his cock swell, and his balls tighten. He was about to cum inside his Mom.

Carol also felt Mark's cock swell. She knew she was about to lose this little game of Russian roulette. The thought of receiving her son's sperm sent her over the edge. Carol exploded in a mind numbing orgasm. She screamed into the ball gag as her body began to shake, and throb with orgasmic release. She jerked her arms so hard, that the cuffs jammed her Sister's wrists into the head board.

Sarah gasped from the shock of having her wrists yanked. To her surprise the sudden pain actually intensified her orgasm.

Mark's sperm shot from his cock, filling his Mom's receptive hole. He fired load after load of baby making sperm into her pussy. His loins tightened to the point that he felt like they were going to break. Mark was filling his Mom's pussy with baby juice.

Carol was receiving her Son's sperm in her fertile body.

The three of them shook, and convulsed for what seemed like an eternity. Their bodies shook and trembled together as throes of sexual release roared through them. They convulsed and jerked until finally, spent, they collapsed together in exhaustion.

Mark took his time withdrawing from his Mom. He then grabbed the hand cuff key from the night stand and released the women from their bonds.

Both Mother and Aunt looked disappointed that their little game wasn't going to continue.

Mark gave his sex slaves a mischievous grin, and slapped Sarah on the behind. "Switch places."

Both Mother and Aunt gleefully switched places, and waited for Mark to cuff them together again.

Their fuck fest continued well into the night until the wee hours of the morning.

Mark came in his Aunt Sarah twice, and his Mom received three loads of his sperm.

Mark did indeed fuck his Mom and Aunt several times a night, every night during their Holiday Vacation.

Carol did have to miss out on sex with her Son and Sister Christmas Eve night, because her Husband picked that night to want sex.

Mark used that night to impregnate his sexy Aunt. He gagged her, cuffed her to the bed, and then fucked her four times, filling her body with so much sperm that her pussy couldn't hold it all. 

There was no doubt that Mark was the Father of her child. 

As expected everyone wondered who the Father was. Also the Family did suspect that Mark had indeed impregnated his Aunt. However, no one said anything out loud. 

As for Carol, she also got pregnant during the little Holiday vacation. As to whether the Father of her child was her Husband, or her Son; that decision dear readers is yours to make in your own minds. After all, the name of this little tale is Decisions.



Decisions



We all make decisions in life that we may or may not live to regret. I guess that I'm one of the lucky ones that have survived a really bad decision.

It was my decision to leave home after an argument with my mother over the boy that I was seeing. It was my decision to move in with him and it was my decision to have sex with him.

What followed was not always my decision but it was a result of my decision.

When I moved in with Johnny I thought we would live in an apartment of our own, not some run down squat in a run down section of town inhabited by a bunch of kids who had all run away from home, some from violence, some from abuse and some like me who thought that we just couldn't get along with our parents' discipline any more.

Johnny and I shared a dirty mattress in one corner of one of the rooms while Jan and Pete shared an equally dirty one in another corner. I got on okay with Jan but Pete and Johnny were always fighting about money and drugs.

I think that after I'd been there for a month I'd just about reached the decision to go back home, but circumstances prevented it. Johnny had been out looking for drugs as usual, he was into speed and ice and sometimes crack, and these cost him every cent he could lay a hand on. I think he was dealing as well.

Soon after moving into the squat we were lying on our bed listening to Pete and Jen going at it. She was kneeling on the mattress and he was fucking her from behind, that seemed to be their favourite position. I was getting a little turned on by watching them and listening to Jen grunting every time Pete pushed into her, when I felt Johnny's hand on my tits.

I pushed it away but it came back. "Come on Babe, you know you want it." I let him fondle me and kiss me. I was repulsed by his breath that smelled of drugs and decay but I still let him kiss me and push his tongue into my mouth. 

I could feel myself getting wet between my legs and it made my decision a difficult one. Part of me wanted to stop him while another part wanted to feel his cock in my virgin pussy. The more that he kissed and fondled me, the more that I wanted him. I felt his hand slip under the waist band of my jeans and cover my pussy. I half knew that I wanted him to stop but the half that wanted him to continue opened my legs to allow him easier access. His finger pushed under the elastic of my panties and into my pussy.

Any residual inner strength that I had disappeared at this point and I found myself submitting to him entirely. He lifted my tee shirt over my head and removed my bra. I was naked from the waist up and vulnerable and he took full advantage of my vulnerability to press his advantage over me. He kissed my breasts while his hand undid the button at the waist of my jeans and lowered the zipper. His fingers worked on my pussy until all resistance left me.

I heard the zipper of his jeans and the rustle as he shrugged out of them, and then I felt the end of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He shoved it hard into my pussy, and I screamed in pain as it ruptured my maidenhead. In that one harsh movement I was no longer a virgin. His cock pummelled in and out of my pussy until, with a grunt, he, with a final lunge, emptied himself inside me.

"Suck my cock Bitch." This was not the Johnny that I left home for. I had no option but to obey him. I licked his deflating cock, cringing, almost retching, at the taste of the mixture of his cum and the blood from my ruptured hymen.

His snoring next to me as I tossed and turned left me wondering what I had let myself in for, but, unknown to me there was worse, much worse to come.

Each night for the next week I was forced to submit to his callous stripping from me any innocence that remained. A week later Johnny had been away all day hoping to score enough for his personal use and have some left so that he would be able to sell some drugs, and when he came home he had three other men with him. 

They stood talking to each other at the entrance to the squat, all the time they looked at me. I didn't know what they were talking about, but it seemed that they were discussing something to do with me.

Johnny led me into our room and undressed me. He left the room for a couple of minutes and returned holding an open can of Lemon Rusky, "Here drink this, it'll make you feel better. After I'd emptied the can he pushed me onto my knees on the mattress and began to fuck me. After about five minutes he rolled onto his back and pulled me over him, pulling me down so that I was lying on top of him he fed his cock into my pussy. I was feeling quite dizzy at this point. He was pushing up into me when I felt another cock push into my ass.

I cried out in pain as this second cock forced its way roughly into my virgin ass-hole. I heard a noise and when I looked up I saw the other two men kneeling near my face, their cocks in their hand. One pushed his into my face. "Suck on this you slut!" His hand grabbed my hair and pulled my face until his cock was against my mouth. I refused to open it. "Open up slut!" He shouted at me. His hand came down hard on the side of my face. I opened my mouth and he shoved it inside.

My mind became a blur after that, I seemed to vaguely remember all four of them fucking my cunt and ass. All four of them in turn rammed his cock into my mouth. By the time they had finished and the three men had left, my jaw ached, my cunt was sore and my ass felt as if someone had rammed a baseball bat into it.

Johnny stayed out in the main room doing drugs, I don't know what it was, while I lay in bed whimpering in agony and wondering what was going to be next.

Next was more of the same. It became a regular thing for Johnny to come home with two or three other men and they would fuck me until they were satisfied, leaving me sore and sinking deeply into depression. Johnny suggested that I take some speed or ice to get over my depression but I refused. "Please yourself, but stop complaining, I did offer."

About three months after this had begun I had just about reached rock bottom. I hadn't had a bath for over a week and knew I must have stunk of sweat and, even though I had cleaned as much off as I could, stale semen. It repulsed me because when I lived at home I was scrupulously clean at all times. It was then that I noticed two things. The first was that my period had not come as expected and I also felt an irritation around my cunt.

Johnny was out as usual and I sat talking to Jan. "I'm worried and I don't know what to do."

"What's wrong?"

"I haven't had my period and I have this itch around my cunt."

"Fuck Whitney, we'd better get you to a clinic and get you checked over."

After the people at the clinic had gotten over the shock at my appearance they were quite good. They did a pregnancy test which confirmed the worst and they then examined me and confirmed that I had contracted an STD. I was given antibiotics to take in the hope that it would clear up. I hoped that at the very least I wouldn't have to put out for Johnny's 'friends' that night. 

I told Johnny that I was pregnant and that I also had an STD and he told me to shut the fuck up about it. There were three other men that night and Johnny was more violent towards me than usual, he seemed to take pleasure in the rough way that he fucked me and, when he took his turn fucking my mouth he held my head and forced his cock so far into my mouth I almost choked.

It took almost two hours for them to gain their satisfaction and they all left me, lying, with drying cum on my tits and belly, in my hair and all over my face, as well as the cum that had leaked out of my cunt, on the mattress sobbing. I heard someone approaching. I looked up and it was one of the men. "No please, no more, please no more."

"Are you all right?" I remembered this one, he seemed to hold back and played little part in my debasement. "When was the last time you had a decent meal and a bath?"

"I don't know." I sobbed.

"Come." He held out his hand and helped me to my feet. He found a pair of jeans, I didn't even know if they were mine, they were very loose on me, and a shirt and jacket. The clothes were filthy, but I put them on.

"What if Johnny sees me?" I said as he led me from the room.

"He's gone off with the others to score. I don't think he'll be back for a while." He led me out into the night and we walked for several blocks until we came to an apartment building. "I live here."

He helped me up several flights of stairs to his apartment. "First things first, I think a bath for you." He led me into the bathroom and while he ran a steaming hot bath with scented bath oils in it I took off my clothes. I didn't care that he was in the room with me, he'd seen it all before. He felt the temperature of the water and helped me into the tub. "I want you to have a nice long soak while I rustle up something for you to eat."

He left me in the bath and I lay back, allowing the hot scented water to soothe my aches and pains. I must have dozed off because the next thing he was standing beside the bath with a large fluffy towel in his hands. "Come on, out you get." He held out the towel and as I stood up he wrapped it around me. He was so gentle as he dabbed me dry. Taking care not to put too much pressure on the many bruises that covered my body. "You really have had a rough time of it haven't you?"

He wrapped a bathrobe around me and led me out into the kitchen where a couple of plates sat steaming on the table. "I'm sorry it's only frozen meals but that's all I have at the moment."

Frozen was more than I'd had for months and I gulped it down so quickly I was finished almost before he started on his. He pushed the plate over to me, "Here, you need this more than I do." I only took a short while longer to finish that one.

While I ate he sat there staring at me, "What are you looking at?" I was uncomfortable under his gaze.

"I'm Steve by the way, and you are?"

"Whitney, don't laugh, I don't know how many times my mother has seen the Bodyguard, but she is a big fan."

"You don't look like the average prostitute, you must have been pretty at one stage, and not that long ago I would guess. What made you go on the game?"

"What do you mean prostitute, I'm not a prostitute, I don't get paid for it!" I was angry at the suggestion. There was never any discussion with Johnny about me charging for sex.

"Well tonight cost me a hundred bucks, I don't know how much the others paid but I think they paid in drugs."

"That bastard! How dare he do that to me! I was under the impression that I was doing it as a favour for him."

"We have to decide what we are going to do with you. You can stay here for the time being."

"I can't stay here because I have a couple of problems and I don't think that you'll want me here."

"What problems?"

"One is that I'm pregnant and the other is that I have an STD that I'm supposed to be taking antibiotics for, and I left them at the squat, and I don't think that I want to go back there."

"That's not a problem. I'll take you to my doctor tomorrow for more medication and I'll support whatever decision you make about the baby. Now it's time for you to get some sleep." He led me to his second bedroom. On the bed was a large tee shirt that would work as a night shirt. There were no panties but that was no big deal, unless he decided that he wanted a fuck in return for saving me.

He saw the look on my face and knew exactly what I was thinking, "Don't worry I won't bother you and it's not because of what you have. I just think the best thing for you is to get some rest." In a way I was disappointed.

I don't know how long I had been asleep but I was woken by a loud banging at the front door, it sounded as if someone was trying to break the door down. That was confirmed when I hear the door frame splinter and the door crash into the room. "Where the fuck is she, Whitney where the fuck are you?"

I heard Steve's voice, it had a calm authority about it. "Just leave her alone, and leave right now and you won't get into trouble."

"And what are you going to do about it Smartarse." 

"I just might stop you."

"Yeah, you and whose army?" He put two fingers between his lips and blew a shrill whistle. I heard running footsteps and assumed reinforcements had arrived. I scrambled out of bed and started to walk towards them.

I heard the sound of someone punching someone else, and then I heard Johnny yell at the others to give him a hand. When I got to the door I saw Johnny just getting off the floor while the other two men held Steve. "I'll show you, you bastard." Johnny said as he hit Steve several times in the mouth.

"Stop that!" I screamed at them. The two men let Steve go and he fell to the floor. I ran across the room and threw myself on top of him trying to protect him from further damage. I felt someone kick me in the side and was sure that a rib had broken. A second kick, to the abdomen this time, lifted me and hurled me across the floor. I curled up in a ball and lay there hoping that there would be no more pain.

"You're coming with me." Johnny said as he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to my feet.

"She's not going anywhere." A man stood where the front door used to be and in his hand was a pistol. "The police will be here shortly, and you three are going to stand there like good little boys and wait for them to arrive.

Johnny started to run towards the man but there was the sound of a gunshot and a scream as Johnny fell to the floor holding his knee. He waved the pistol at the other two men. "Don't you try anything similar or you'll meet the same fate."

"No, no, don't shoot."

I heard the sound of footsteps in the passageway. "Hello Sarge, what are you doing here?"

"I live next door and heard a disturbance and thought I'd investigate. These three you can take away and book for assault, I'll sign a witness statement tomorrow. In the mean time these two are in need of medical treatment."

The ambos arrived and lifted Steve onto a stretcher and then focussed on me. "Holy shit, look at all of those bruises, it looks as if she's been systematically beaten over a long period of time."

When I complained of having difficulty breathing they examined me closely and found the broken rib. One of them noticed that I was bleeding from my cunt. I was placed on a drip and a mask placed over my face and that was the last thing I remembered until I woke up in a hospital bed.

"Where am I?"

"You're in hospital, don't worry, we'll take extra good care of you. In the mean time I'll call the Doctor and tell her that you are awake."

Several minutes later a young woman in a medical gown came into the room. "How are you feeling today?"

"Awful, I ache all over. What has happened to me?"

"You were brought in three days ago. You were in a pretty bad way and have been under some heavy sedation since then. I have to tell you that you've lost the baby, the kick to the abdomen has caused a mis-carriage." She seemed puzzled by my lack of concern, how could I tell her that I was glad to be rid of the child whose father I didn't even know. I didn't know which of the many men who had fucked me over the last few months would have been the father of the bastard in my belly.

"You will be here for another week or two before we release you to the detox clinic to help you get off the drugs."

"Drugs, what drugs, I don't do drugs!"

"Are you telling me that you haven't popped any pills or anything like that?"

"No, I wouldn't do that."

"Then how do you explain the existence of the drug GBH in your system? Do you drink alcohol?"

"Johnny, he's my boyfriend, he gives me a can of something now and then."

"Do you see him open the can before he gave it to you?"

"No, he get's it from the other room and when he gives it to me it's already open. Why do you ask?"

"Because I think he has been lacing the drink with GBH. That's the drug commonly known as the date rape drug. Do you remember much after he gives it to you?"

"No, I usually don't remember anything until the next day."

She put her hand briefly on my shoulder, "Get some rest, as soon as you're well enough we'll get you somewhere where you can get treatment."

"Wait. Steve, he's they guy that was brought in with me, how's he getting on?"

"He's doing as well as can be expected under the circumstances." 

"Can I see him?"

"I'll get someone to take you to see him, but you won't be able to speak to him."

"Why not? Is he badly hurt?"

"Let's just say that you've come out of this lightly in comparison. Do you still want to see him?"

"Yes." I was worried about him. It was my fault that he was in hospital, if he hadn't tried to help me he wouldn't have been bashed up by Johnny and his friends.

Half an hour later a porter came into the room with a wheel chair and took me down to see Steve in Intensive Care. He looked terrible, lying there with tubes and wires hanging off him. His face was swollen and there were bits of wire poking out of the skin on his jaw. He was conscious and turned towards me as I was wheeled in. His face was unable to smile but his eyes were, he seemed pleased to see me. The porter wheeled me over to his bedside and I took his hand and lowered my face to it. The tears started and just wouldn't stop. I felt his hand close on mine and squeeze it.

They left me there for at least an hour before taking me back to my room. "Will he get better?" I asked the Doctor that was just coming in as we left the ward.

"It'll take time, but we think so."

When the Doctor stopped by the next day she asked me what my relationship with Steve was. "I only met him the night that I was brought in but I feel responsible for him being here."

"The reason that I ask is that after you had been to see him his condition made a significant improvement, it seems that you are good for him. That being the case we'll take you down every day to see him and see if the improvement continues."

"If I am helping him make an improvement why can't I stay there with him?"

"Not yet, we'll wait until he's out of Intensive Care and then think about it."

My visits to Steve got progressively longer as his condition improved until I was spending several hours each day at his bedside. At first I did all of the talking, chattering away about everything and nothing, whatever came into my head, except the events of that night, I avoided that entirely. These were the happiest times that I've known for some time.

There was one downer though. I asked the nurse if my mother had been informed that I was in hospital and I was saddened, but little surprised, when they told me that she knew but had decided that she wouldn't come in to see me. I was on my own.

The day came when I was released from the hospital and taken to the detox clinic, where I was to spend the next month, not so much to come off the drugs because once the GBH had been flushed from my system I was pretty much clean. I was there because Steve and the Sergeant, whose name was Trevor, had decided that it was the best place for me in the short term because Johnny would not be able to get to me and, I needed somewhere to stay seeing as how my mother wouldn't have me back and I had no money. I guess that they figured that, if I was placed in a shelter Johnny would find me.

Until he was released I travelled each day to the hospital and spent hours with him. After he was released he came by the clinic every day and we spent hours walking around the grounds just chatting and, as it turned out, getting to know each other better.

I learnt a lot about my previous life that had been lost in a haze. Not only had Johnny been paid for my services as a whore, but he had been having the whole thing video-taped and had sold the tapes to a porn site. I was disgusted by this when I found out. I was even more disgusted when I had to sit through one of the tapes. I had to admit that the person who covered up the bruising on my body had done a good job, but the brutal way that I was treated by the men who used me, and the way that I was degraded by having them jerk off all over my body, after they had cum in my cunt, my ass and my mouth. I felt so abused and humiliated that I just wanted to find the men that did it and kill them.




Decisions



"Instead of killing them, wouldn't you rather use your experience to help others to avoid your situation?" Steve asked after I had sat through a particularly brutal video. I didn't know how anyone could get sexual satisfaction form seeing stuff like this. 

"What do you have in mind?" 

Over the next month or so Steve, Trevor and I discussed their plan. It was during these discussions that I found out that Steve was also a policeman, he worked in Vice and was a part of a media unit that went out into the community with an education program designed to make kids aware of the dangers of drugs and how many girls had ended up as prostitutes because of them.

"If you look at me now you would find it hard to believe that no more than a few months ago I could look like this." I pushed the button of the PowerPoint display on the laptop on the desk. The screen came alive with a picture of me as I was when I was in hospital. There was a gasp from the group of kids in the room. The girls in particular were horrified by what they saw. "The reason I was in that condition was that I had made some very wrong decisions that led to other decisions that I had no control over. It was my decision to leave home after an argument with my mother. It was my decision to move in with my boyfriend. I thought that I would be safe with him and that he loved me."

"We lived in the most disgusting squat, there was no running water or heating, there was nowhere that meals could be prepared. It was in these conditions that I was abused and lost my virginity. Then I was forced to have sex with many, many men. I had no control over that because my wonderful boyfriend was feeding me stuff called GBH, you know the date rape drug, and I was out of it most of the time."

"He was also charging the men money for the privilege of fucking me, in other words I was an unwitting prostitute. Not only that but he was videoing the whole thing and selling the tapes to a web site." I hit the button again and the screen was filled with a porn site promo that had a picture of me and several men and the caption: 'Teen slut fucked in all holes.'. "I want you to imagine what it would be like to see yourself in this situation."

"The message is: Don't do drugs, if someone offers you a drink and you haven't seen the container opened or the drink actually made, don't drink it. Don't do anything that would jeopardise you ability to make rational decisions, because once you lose that control you won't know what can happen to you. I lost that control and found myself pregnant to I don't know who. I lost that control and found myself with a sexually transmitted disease, caught from I don't know who. I lost that control and found myself beaten to the extent that I lost my baby."

"I owe my life to this man," I pointed to Steve who was standing to one side of the room, "It was he who put his life at risk to get me out of this mess. It was he who helped me to get better and to make the decision that has led me to this. Now that I have regained control over my life again, I have thought about how best I can use this experience and have made the decision that I will be devoting myself to getting the message out to young kids like you about the dangers of being unable to make rational decisions, decisions that will affect you for the rest of your life. Thank you for your attention, are there any questions?"

A girl raised her hand. "Why weren't you on some sort of contraception?"

"I was 'in love' and naïve. I didn't think that any of this would ever happen to me. Now, when I look back on my life, I realise that it probably wouldn't have made a difference, because once I lost that rational control I probably wouldn't have kept up with the contraception anyway. Also, when I look back on all of this I realised that part of the debasement that I was subjected to was that I had to have cum all over me, on my tits, in my hair, on my face and coming out of my cunt, so condoms were not an option. I was totally submissive to the animal lust of these men."

"You were good in there, you would never know that you have never done this sort of thing before." Steve said as he helped me carry the equipment back to our vehicle.

"Thank you. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along when you did and helped me when you did."

"Let's not talk about that now, we have all the time in the world to discuss that."

"What do you mean 'all the time in the world'? You aren't suggesting that this should be a long term career are you?"

"Only if you feel that you can handle it. What I am suggesting, if you're agreeable that is, is that we should make this into a long term relationship, you and me."

"Is this a proposal?"

"Yes."

I dropped the case that I was carrying and threw myself into his arms.



Decisions



"Decide. One hour." she said as she stared into my eyes, dripping sweat and glowing with an evil I'd never seen in her before. My body weak and tired now, I nodded to her.

"No. I want to hear it. Tell me."

I gathered myself and said clearly "Please, my Queen. Do as you wish with me for the next hour." And with that, she gave me a kiss and continued her brutality.

When we'd first spoken of this, she was concerned at first. I'd told her that I felt we were both holding back when she topped. I wasn't giving as much as I could and she wasn't taking.

"Are you unhappy with what we do, my love?" she asked.

"No, love! I just don't want to get caught in a pattern that doesn't allow us to grow. I love what we've been doing. I just think we'd both be happier if we did something more - intense."

"Perhaps so. Did you have something in mind, my precious?"

It was at that point I explained my idea. At first, I was to be hers for 15 minutes - no safeword. She would start off slowly, perhaps spanking or the like. Then as she built up and the 15 minutes were up, she'd stop for a moment, name a period of time and ask for my consent for that time period. If I agreed, I was hers for that time. If I declined she would release me and bring me down. Implicit in this scheme was that she wouldn't abruptly change what she was doing just after gaining my consent and that I would give my consent as long as I could.

I was nervous when we started. I'm usually a little nervous when I bottom, but this time there was a touch of fear as well. I knew she wouldn't do anything dangerous. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to take as much as I was promising. I feared that I'd fail her and in doing so, myself.

She set a timer for 15 minutes. Then she had me remove me clothes, kneel and put my torso over an ottoman, a position I'd topped her in many times. It's well-suited to spanking and flogging. Then, standing behind me and to the side, she began to spank. Softly at first, with ever-increasing intensity she brought her open hand down over my ass. Each blow was just a bit harder than the last, and after a while, I could feel the heat of my ass turning pink, then red. Just then she stopped and began to caress my ass, letting her fingers tease my hole ever so briefly.

DING!

"Very good," she said, stopping to circle in front of me. "We should keep this easy for now, since we're just getting started. 15 more minutes?"

With a dreamy sigh I replied, "Yes. Please."

"Very well, indeed," she answered, taking this chance to remove her clothes as I looked up. Now, whatever she may think of her own body, and whatever others may think notwithstanding, I know that she has the body of a Goddess. And as she looked down at me looking up, she could see my lust for her and my awe of her beauty.

She ordered me to stand up and move over to the rack and to lean back against it, facing her. After cuffing me spread eagle against the rack, she reached into the toybag and pulled out something small in each hand. She walked over to me and toyed with my nipples, grinning and still hiding whatever was in her hands. Then she kissed me. Well, more accurately, she raped my mouth and fucked it hard with her tongue. Then, just as I began to melt and grow desperate with need, she brought the sewing clamps down on my nipples.

Flicking the clamps and tugging on the chain with one hand, she reached down to touch her cunt. Then, slowly, tantalizingly, she brought that hand, wet with her juices towards my mouth. I craned my neck to reach it, but she held it just out of my range. Then, knowing how much I needed to taste her, even indirectly by way of her fingers, she wiped her fingers across my face and under my nose. Then quickly she moved to remove the clamps. Her scent filled my nostrils, maddening me with lust. And then she began to kiss me again with hard, wet, passionate kisses.

DING

"That time again so soon?" she said, giggling to herself as she pulled away from my kiss. Then she looked at me, seeing my lust for her consuming me. "Perhaps this time you'd prefer to try 30 minutes, my pet?" she asked, knowing full well I would agree.

Panting, I replied, "Yes. 30 minutes. Please."

"It appears that you're overheating my helpless pet. We can't have that, now can we?" she said with a smirk. Then she want to the toybag and removed what appeared to be a ball of cloth. "Well, I suspect that this little device will go a long way to solving that problem," she said as she rubbed the cloth into itself. As she moved towards me with it and unfolded it into a long tube of fabric, I realized what it was - a chemical-based cold-wrap.

She wrapped the cold-pack around my chest, making sure to put the coldest parts against my now-tender nipples. I yelped and whimpered as the cold bit into me. In my distraction, however, I'd missed her picking up her riding whip and moved behind me. I looked up just in time to see it strike me with a loud THWAP across my thigh. Then again. And yet again, now moving slowly up the back of my thigh to my ass. Whatever recovery my ass had made from the spanking was quickly replaced with sharp stabs of pain with each fall of the riding whip.

"You take that well," she observed. "I do seem to have some time to enjoy, however," she added, digging into the toybag and finding a particularly evil rubber-tailed whip. She removed the icepack which had now warmed up, and began to attack my nipples with her whip. Daggers of white-hot pain tore through me. But as much as her vicious attack hurt, it excited me. I wanted more. I wanted to feel this way forever. Glancing down to see my cock jutting outward, she stopped squiding my nipples and slapped my cock. I moaned and whimpered as she slapped side to side, stinging me but bringing me dangerously close to an orgasm.

DING

"Oh my. So close and yet so far away, my pet," she snickered. "15 minutes this time, I have something special planned."

Curious as I was, I simply moaned softly and said "Yes, my Queen. 15 minutes."

At once she blindfolded me and made sure my restraints were secure. Then without warning or notice, she slipped away. Or at least I assume she did - I couldn't hear her breathing. I waited. I listened. I knew she could only be gone 15 minutes, but with my nerves so heightened and my body so aware, that 15 minutes would seem to take forever.

Finally, as I was driven to tears, I hear the timer.

DING

She must have been standing right outside the room, since she was on me in a flash. She took me down from the rack and put me to my knees. "30 minutes. Decide," she grunted at me.

I quickly agreed and just as I did, she ripped the blindfold off. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that I was kneeling at her feet and that she was naked. Almost.

She grabbed my hair and ordered me to open my mouth. As she pressed her strap-on against my lips, I opened my mouth to her. I could smell her cunt just behind it, but with a few thrusts, she was in my mouth and her cock became all of my world. She made low, guttural sounds as she raped my mouth and claimed me.

Then with a sudden push from her, I was on my back looking up at her as she straddled me. With a yank, she pulled the harness off and tossed the dildo aside. Staring down at me with a wild look in her eyes, I could see that she was an animal - full of sexual need.

She dropped down on me, grinding her hot cunt into my face. There wasn't an opportunity to be graceful or use technique. I couldn't even lick. I wasn't giving her oral sex, I was simply a fuck toy for her to rub off against. My face was slick with her juices as she rubbed back and forth, fucking me, smothering me, using me. With a long loud howl she came, drenching me and leaving us both in a puddle of glistening sweat and cunt-juice.

Not yet finished with using me this way, she proceeded to rub herself all over me and then lick off the wet, sticky juice her cunt left behind. And as she finally came down from the heights of her climax she kissed me again, possessively again and again until...

DING

Panting and still obviously quite aroused, she look into my eyes. "An hour. Decide."

In a similar condition, panting, sweating and now quite desperate, I answered, "Yes. Please."

Back on the rack she put me, and for the next hour she beat me with her most vicious toys. The rubber-tailed fogger. The acrylic canes. A plastic tube flogger. My whole body ached, both with pain and with need. Bloodied but not broken, I stood before her on the rack. I looked at her and saw my beautiful goddess and felt lucky. I felt owned.

  "Decide. One hour." she said as she stared into my eyes, dripping sweat and glowing with an evil I'd never seen in her before. My body weak and tired now, I nodded to her.

"No. I want to hear it. Tell me."

I gathered myself and said clearly "Please, my Queen. Do as you wish with me for the next hour." And with that, she gave me a kiss and continued her brutality.

She felt around in the toybag and came out with the ballstretcher. Deftly she put it in place, pulling my balls away from my body and wrapping a firm leather strap around my cock. She leaned over and wrapped her mouth around my cock, feeling it grow in her mouth. My sexual frustration was overpowering. I was in her power.

She teased my cock expertly. Bringing me to the edge and then stopping cold. I'm not sure if getting off was possible with the ballstretcher/cockring in place, but she made damn sure I didn't find out. When she wasn't playing with my cock, she flicked her fingers over my nipples, she caressed my balls, she brought me to the point of sheer desperation.

"You have no safeword right now, my pet. But I'm going to tell you what I'm about to do. Not because you need to be warned. But because it excites me to see you helpless to stop me from doing whatever I want even when you see it coming. I'm going to grease up my finger and I'm going to fuck your ass with it until the hour is up. And then I'm going to make you make a very difficult decision. I'll keep that as my surprise."

She knew that my ass was a limit. Various medical problems I'd had led to two problems. First, I experienced discomfort when something was in my ass. Secondly, my medical problems led me to associate ass "play" with severe pain. I'm sure my face turned white at her words. I looked at her and saw that, indeed, she was getting excited at her power over me and at my helplessness to stop her.

She moved behind me and gave my ass a few spanks. Spreading my cheeks, she ran her finger up and down, teasing me. Then I felt the coolness of some sort of lube being smeared around my asshole.

"Relax now, my pet. Let me do all the work. You just relax and be mine," she ordered in a cool tone.

I felt her slide into me. I expected it to hurt, but for whatever reason - perhaps my excitement or sea of endorphins, it didn't give me pain. Instead it drove me further still into need. I couldn't think of anything other than my lust and desire. She began to slide her finger in and out, making growling sounds as she did. Fucking me slowly at first, then alternating between a frenzied fast fuck and a steamy slow fuck, she controlled me. I was centered around my ass and cock and balls. She existed. They existed. I'm not sure anything else did. I'm not sure if I really heard when it went off, but she did.

DING!

She didn't pull out. She stopped moving, but left her finger deep in my ass. I couldn't see her face since she was behind me, but somehow I knew she had an expression of evil satisfaction over our current situation.

She whispered softly, "Well, my love. One year. Decide. Whenever I'm with you, I will have the right to do as I please with you sexually or with pain. You'll be free whenever we're apart, but mine when we're together. Decide."

I was frozen as her hands reached around and removed the ballstretcher. "Take your time and think about what that will mean," she warned me. "I don't want you making a mistake."

"The decision is easy, goddess-mine. I'm yours."



Decisions



"Fuck, Daddy! Ugh, so good, don't fucking stop!" My Sammy called out to me as my cock pounded into her fucking tight, young pussy. She was so sloppy wet this morning, the cum I deposited in her last night mixing with her own dripping juices. I reached my hand up from where it had been resting on her tiny hip and threaded my fingers through her hair, grabbing a fistful of it and yanking her head back towards me, arching her back in the process. I used my grip in her hair for leverage, pulling her to me as I fucked her even harder.

"Tell me, baby girl. Tell me how much you love my cock."

"Ugh, Daddy, it's so fucking good. So big, I can feel you stretching me. It hurts so good, you're the biggest I've ever had! I fucking love your cock, Daddy. I love it, I want to worship your cock."

I fucking loved hearing those words come out of my daughter's evidently filthy mouth. The moans and groans now coming from her mouth combined with the sloppy squelching noises coming from her pussy, and the slapping sounds of my hips slamming into her ass with my every thrust were quickly bringing me to the brink. I wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer and I wanted to make sure she came with me.

Leaving my right hand firmly planted in her hair, I moved my left hand around in front of her and reached down to her dripping cunt, and rolling her throbbing clit under my fingers.

"Cum for me baby, cum all over Daddy's cock," I ordered as I pinched her clit between two fingers.

"Fuck, Daddy! Shit, I'm so fucking close!"

I swirled my fingers around her clit faster, varying the pattern and speed so she wouldn't have a chance to get used to the sensation, and continued to pound into her in an unrelenting rhythm.

Remembering how much talking dirty to her last night got her going, I pulled her head back farther so that her ear was right next to my mouth. I wrapped my hand around her chest, cupping her breast in my hand and started pulling on her nipple as I spoke in barely a whisper directly into her ear.

"I love your tight little cunt, baby girl. I know you love feeling your Daddy's cock invading your pussy and pounding into you. I'm going to fuck you so much and so hard today, you're not going to be able to sit down at school tomorrow. I'm going to fill your cunt with so much cum it will be dripping down your legs all fucking day. Then, tomorrow morning before you go to school, I'm going to fuck your throat, and cum in your hot little mouth. You'll be able to taste my cum on your tongue all day, but you won't get to feel it in your perfect cunt until you come back to me at the end of the day, and you won't get to cum again until you beg for your Daddy's cock to fucking destroy your pussy. How does that sound, baby girl?"

Her only answer was to groan and bring her hands behind my head and turn to face me. She brought my lips to hers and kissed me passionately, albeit sloppily, as she shoved her tongue into my mouth, trying to taste every inch of me. I could feel how close she was, so I pulled the nipple I had been rolling around in my fingers away from her lithe little body, pinched her clit once more for good measure, and felt her explode around me.

Her mouth came off of mine and she let out a wail; her pussy clenched, and her body started shaking. She closed her eyes and kept panting and moaning as I continued to thrust into her sopping cunt and pinch and pull at her clit, wanting to prolong her orgasm as long as possible. Her pussy clenched around my cock and her body was still twitching in my arms when she turned to look me in the eye and let out a low "Daddyyyyy!"

And that final "Daddy" was my undoing. I dropped one hand from her breast and the other from her clit and put them back on her hips, letting her body fall forward on the bed. Words failed me and I was only able to get out a strangled "fuck, baby" as I thrust into her a few more times and then unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside my daughter's cunt. With my last thrust I ground my pelvis into her and rolled my hips against hers, providing extra friction against her sensitive clit, triggering another mini orgasm out of her. Her pussy clenched around my cock again, milking it of every last drop of my fluids.

I collapsed on top of her, my cock firmly planted within her still quivering depths. We lay like that for a few minutes before I realized she would likely be having trouble breathing with a man twice her size laying on top of her. As I began to roll off of her, my quickly softening cock started to slip from her pussy. "No, Daddy!" she cried and reached down to where we were joined, cupping my cock and preventing it from leaving her.

"I need your cock, Daddy. Please, leave it in me. I never want to be without your cock!"

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us onto our sides, pushing her knees in front of her with my own so that I could keep my cock nestled in her warm, wet pussy.

I brushed her hair out of her face and brought her hand from where it had been resting on my cock up to my face. I licked her fingers clean of our juices, before entwining our fingers and resting them on the bed in front of her stomach.

"Don't worry, baby girl, I'm not going anywhere."

As I lay there, spooning with my only daughter, in a way that was far from innocent, I listened to her breathing even out as she fell into a relaxed slumber, and I contemplated how we got here. I knew this morning was certainly her doing, as I had woken up to the fantastic sensation of her swallowing the head of my cock down her throat. That wake-up would go down in the history books. I had been dreaming of fucking her, not surprising after what we did last night, but then to wake up and find her hot fucking mouth surrounding my cock, looking up at me with those bright blue eyes as she worked her head down my shaft until her nose was pressed against my pelvis. She blinked once and then fucking swallowed around my cock head.

When she came up for air, seemingly hours later, she looked me right in the eye and, after kissing the tip of my cock with her beautiful pouty lips, told me "I need you to fuck me now, Daddy. I've been trying to wake you up for so long, and I'm so fucking wet. I need your dick in me, Daddy, please, make me feel good."

Yes, this morning was definitely her.

Last night, however, I wasn't so sure.

+++++

I sat on the couch waiting for her to get home. She was late. Two hours, to be exact. My Sammy was never late. She was a good girl, and she never broke curfew. She knew that if she was going to be late, all she had to do was call and let me know. So the fact that she hadn't called and still wasn't home was driving me insane with worry.

Images of my baby girl in awful situations kept flashing through my brain. Car accident. Stranded by her irresponsible friends, afraid to call despite my constant assurances that I wouldn't be mad if she called while stuck in a compromising position. Ugh. Don't think about compromising positions. Out with that loser boyfriend of hers. I swear, if he does anything to hurt my baby girl... I couldn't even finish the thought.

It was after thoughts of what she and her boyfriend might be doing; what he might be doing to her that I really started to panic. My Sammy was such a good girl, I couldn't bear the thought that her shitty high school boyfriend might be defiling her as I sat at home worrying about her. I knew how teenage boys thought. I remember. My Sammy was beautiful and innocent, she would drive the boys wild. They would think of corrupting my perfect little girl, and if they were likely to be granted time in her presence, would stop at nothing to get in her pants. Or get her into theirs.

Chase was her first real boyfriend. She had brought him home to meet me before she would agree to go out with him. I didn't like him. He was too smooth, with his varsity football jacket on, and his "yes, sir," "no, sir," answers. I could tell he was trying to impress me, hoping that I would trust him with my precious baby girl, and he played the part well. Of course, even if he hadn't, my baby wasn't really a baby anymore and I let her live her life and make her own choices. And mistakes. I just asked that she be smart and make good decisions.

I caught them making out on the couch in the living room a couple of times, but never anything more. I made sure Chase was always very aware that I was around and that while they had some privacy, they were still in my home and I would always be there when they were. He wasn't getting my Sammy home alone.

But now that he had his own car, they went out more. I knew I could trust Sam to continue to make good choices, I still didn't trust Chase. Even if he respected my daughter, he was still a teenage boy whose hormones were raging. Of course, even though she was two hours late in coming home, I never blamed her. I knew they had gone out with a group of friends, but I was sure Chase would quickly try to get her on her own. I was furious at the thought that he might be doing something to take away her innocence while I sat at home, unable to stop him.

And those thoughts were what led me to my first drink. I started drinking when she was late by an hour, so by the time it reached two hours, I had finished my third scotch and was contemplating a fourth.

I got up to pour myself that fourth drink when I finally heard a car pull up in our driveway. I put my glass on the bar and went to wait in the hallway. I heard keys fumbling in the locks of the front door, and finally the door swung open revealing my precious, apparently unharmed, daughter to me.

I stepped forward and pulled her to me, relief flooding my every cell that she was okay.

"God, Sammy, I was so worried about you! Are you okay, baby girl?"

She wrapped her arms around me, burrowing her face into my chest and humming in contentment.

"Yeah, Daddy, I'm fine."

When she said that, and I had now ascertained that she really was fine, I started to get angry again. I reached behind her to shut the door and watched Chase's car drive away before closing and locking it. I backed away from my daughter and took in her appearance.

She was wearing black, strappy high heels tall enough to make even the most graceful woman falter. Her little black skirt, while not tight, was shorter than anything I had seen her in, and I was sure that if she spun around, the skirt would rise and anyone would be able to see her smooth, firm, beautiful ass. Then there was her shirt. It wasn't classically slutty, but it showed off her assets quite purposefully. It was tight, bright red, and low cut. Her tits were pushed up underneath creating the most beautiful cleavage. The shirt had a wide neck, leaving her shoulders bare, with barely there "sleeves" that were really just about an inch of fabric resting on her upper arms.

This was not the outfit she was wearing when she left the house earlier this evening.

"If you're so fine, why are you so late? It's two hours past your curfew Sam! And what the hell are you wearing?"

"Calm down, Daddy. It's nothing. We ended up going out to a club and Lisa loaned me an outfit."

"You went out in public dressed like that? To a club? Who the hell with?" I was almost shouting at her now, and I had grabbed her arm to get her attention.

"Well... it was all of us at first, but then Lisa and her boyfriend wanted to leave, and they had given some other people a ride, and after a while it was just me and Chase."

"And what time was this??" My anger was not abating at all. My precious daughter had been at a club with her boyfriend for hours. Her gorgeous body on display for every male in the building. I knew what happened at clubs aside from the watching. Chase would have had his hands all over my baby girl. He would have ground his dick up against her ass, with his arms wrapped around her. Virtual fucking on the dance floor.

"Umm... we got there about 8 and I think Lisa left at 10?"

"About the time that you should have been home. Right Samantha?"

She had been calmly answering my questions up to this point, not volunteering more than I asked, not showing any remorse for breaking the rules or worrying me, and not even pretending to apologize. At my use of her full name, however, she glared at me, some unknown emotion flashing behind her beautiful blue eyes.

She shook her arm out of my grasp and seethed "Whatever, Dad. I'm home now. Calm down."

When she finally spoke to me, to my face, was when I smelled it. She had been drinking. I realized that my grip on her arm had been steadying her, and now that she had shaken free of my grasp, she was swaying slightly from side to side.

"Samantha, have you been drinking?" I asked, completely incredulous. Clubbing, and breaking curfew, and drinking all in one night? This was not my daughter.

"I don't know, Father. Have you?" she mocked.

"That's irrelevant. I'm over 21. I'm allowed to drink. What has gotten into you tonight, Sam?? Why were you drinking?? Why didn't you call? What is going on?"

"Come on, Dad. This isn't that big of a deal. I'm not a goddamn child. I'm 18. Going to college in September, remember? I had a few drinks at the club, I missed curfew by a couple of minutes, I didn't drive anywhere. You know I'll drink in college and I definitely won't have a damn curfew. Can we just drop it? I'm tired."

"No, we can't just drop it! You didn't miss curfew by a couple of minutes, you missed it by two hours!" I was definitely shouting at this point but I couldn't help myself. I was so stunned by the behavior of the young woman in front of me I couldn't think properly. "Did Chase have anything to drink??"

"I don't know, Daddy. But it doesn't matter, he's gone and I'm here now." Her voice started to take on the "little girl" quality she always used when she was trying to get her way.

"It does matter, dammit! What if he had gotten into a car accident! I didn't even know where you were! When did you start making such terrible decisions? I thought you knew better than that!"

"Oh, Daddy. You have no fucking clue what kind of decisions I make," she said with a sneer. "You like to think of me as your precious, perfect little baby girl. You have absolutely no idea what really goes on in my life. Tonight? Dancing for a few hours? Having a couple of drinks? Coming home a little late? That wouldn't even warrant a second thought if you knew the first thing about my fucking decisions."

She watched my face for a moment and then walked around me and towards the kitchen. I stood there in the hallway for a moment, completely shocked at what my daughter had just said to me. I don't think I had ever heard her curse, and she just said "fuck" twice to me without even batting an eye. My brain was so focused on that trivial detail, I didn't even have time to process the rest of her words.

As soon as I did though, I knew I needed to know what the hell she was talking about. Breaking myself out of my mental stupor, I turned and followed her path into the kitchen. I stopped dead in the threshold at the sight before me. Sam had the door to the fridge open and was bent at the waist rooting around for something.

If I had thought about what underwear I would have expected her to be wearing under that skirt, I would have expected a thong. But this was better. Lacy red boy shorts peeked out from under her skirt, stretched tight against her ass as she displayed it to me. I could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks that weren't covered by the sexy as fuck underwear, and I swear I could make out the outline of her puffy pussy lips as she spread her legs a little wider and rolled her hips back and forth.

Fuck. Was I really just checking out my baby girl's ass? Not just that, I definitely tried to get a better look at her pussy, and was actually disappointed that I couldn't see more. Just seeing the flesh of her ass was enough, but acknowledging to myself that I wanted to see more of my daughter, broke the dam of my emotions. I was no longer angry. Between the booze and the implication of her words, and her ass wagging hello at me, I was definitely getting horny. I felt my cock harden in my pants as I stood there and ogled my daughter's gorgeous ass.

"See something you like, Daddy?"

Her question broke me out of my reverie and I looked up to see that she was watching me over her shoulder, clearly wiggling her ass at me on purpose. She pulled a beer out of the fridge, twisted off the top, and started drinking.

I continued to stand there, unmoving, and unable to speak.

She finished her first pull of the ice cold drink, but continued to hold the bottle to her lips. She ran her tongue around the rim, closing her eyes and moaning at the same time.

I couldn't even focus on the fact that she was drinking my beer right in front of me without having asked first. I'd let her have a drink occasionally in the past, but she always asked first and usually just had a few sips of whatever I was having. When I once again regained the ability to think, I saw her drain the beer and put the bottle in the sink. She leaned against the counter, with her arms behind her. The position caused her to jut out her tits, so now they were straining against her blood red blouse.

She laughed as she addressed me: "Daddy-o? You okay over there?"

"What did you mean, baby girl?"

"When? I've said lots of things tonight."

"When you said that I didn't know anything about your decisions. What did you mean by that, Sammy?"

She pushed off the counter and stalked towards me. "Are you sure you want to know, Daddy? I don't want to ruin your image of me." Her words said one thing, but her eyes said quite another. She wanted to tell me whatever it was she was keeping a secret. She knew that whatever it was would shatter my image of her as my innocent little girl. I knew I could say no, tell her that I really didn't want to know, but the gleam in her eye told me that she was going to tell me anyway.

"Yes, baby girl. Tell me. I need to know."

"Well, Daddy," she started, as she hopped up on to the kitchen table, swinging her legs off the side and drawing my attention to those fucking hot heels she was wearing. She spread her legs and gave me a glimpse of her red lace panties before leaning forward, and placing her hands on the table in front of her. While this hid my view of her panties, it caused her upper arms to push against her tits, exaggerating her cleavage.

Despite the show she was giving me, I could tell she was feeling the effects of the alcohol in her system. The beer she had just effectively chugged was coursing its way through her body on top of whatever else she had consumed earlier.

"I loooove to fuck."

Wait, what?? I couldn't possibly have heard that right.

"I've been on the pill since before mom left. She said she didn't want me to make the same mistake she did and have a kid before she had time to have a life, so she put me on the pill. Of course, she had no way of knowing that I had already fucked a bunch of boys in my grade by then."

Sam's voice had taken on a dream-like quality, as she moved on hand from the table to twirl a lock of her long, chestnut hair lazily around a finger, making her look innocent and like a goddamn temptress at the same time. She was clearly remembering some of her early exploits with God-knows-who. I had just enough time to think that her mother putting my Sammy on the pill was probably the most responsible thing that bitch did in her entire life, before she continued with her story.




Decisions



"You know how I never had a boyfriend before Chase, Daddy?" I nodded. "Well, that was just because I didn't like the boys enough to have anything more with them, or to bring them home to you. But that doesn't mean that I was the good little girl you thought I was. I know I didn't fuck every boy in my grade that year, but I came close. I don't know how you didn't ever figure it out," she giggled.

Fucking giggled.

"That year was amazing," she sighed reverently. "The next year I was a little more careful and a little more discerning. I focused mainly on the senior boys because I figured they'd had more experience than the boys in my grade, plus they were going away to college so they wouldn't want anything more than sex. This year though, I got a little bored." She paused. "Are you okay, Daddy?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that question. Evidently my perfect little girl was kind of a slut. She was so young, but had already fucked half of her school by the sound of it. What's more, she wasn't ashamed by it at all. She was fucking proud! As for me? My cock was absolutely throbbing. I was pretty sure that I had never been this hard in my life. Something about my daughter telling me about her fucking active sex life was the hottest fucking thing I had ever heard.

I couldn't speak, so I just nodded so that she would continue.

"So, like I said, I got a little bored. Who knew you could get bored of sex??" She giggled again. "I thought that maybe I should have a boyfriend and that would make it more exciting or something. The problem was that I had already fucked all the guys I would have even considered calling a boyfriend, and I didn't want to go back to any of them. But then Chase moved in to town. He's so gorgeous, Daddy! Every girl in school wanted him, but he chose me. He didn't believe any of the things his teammates told him about me, just like you, because I looked so sweet and proper."

"It's so ironic, Daddy. You were so worried about Chase doing something to me, that you missed everything else. Chase thought I was so perfect and pure that he never did anything other than kiss me. I would try to make advances, grinding on his cock while we were kissing, trying to get my hand down his pants, putting his hand up my shirt, but he kept saying that he wanted us to take it slow because he didn't want to take advantage of me."

"I've been so horny since Chase and I went official. I couldn't fuck anyone on the team because I knew they would tell him, and I really wanted to try to be a good girlfriend because he's so sweet. But I was so used to getting fucked almost every day that going without sex for the last month has been absolute torture!"

She had moved her hands from the table between her legs at some point in her story and was rubbing her thighs together. Her hands rested on her thighs and she was rubbing them up and down, pushing her tiny skirt higher with every pass.

Fuck, she was making herself horny telling me her story.

"So anyway, tonight I was determined to get Chase to fuck me. I brought a change of clothes over to Lisa's, and we had the boys pick us up to go to the club. The music was throbbing and it was hot and we were all sweaty, and I kept rubbing my ass against his cock while we danced. I took his hands and rubbed them up my thighs towards my pussy, and then up my stomach and over my tits."

She spread her legs again on the table, and with her eyes closed and head thrown back, she was reenacting everything that happened at the club. She moaned as she kneaded her perfect breasts for a few minutes.

I took that opportunity to readjust my leaking cock so it wasn't pressing painfully against my zipper. Of course, she must have had dick radar or something, because she opened her eyes and caught me with my hand on my cock.

She smirked at me before continuing. "I could feel Chase's cock against my ass, he was so hard it must have been painful. He took his hands from mine and grabbed my hips, and spun me around. I thought I had finally won -- he was going to tell me that he couldn't wait anymore and he just had to fuck me. I couldn't decide whether we should go out to his car, or go to the bathroom, or just go to the nearest corner and fuck in plain sight of everyone else there. My pussy was dripping down my thighs thinking about him slamming me up against the wall and ripping my panties off and just shoving his cock deep into my pussy without worrying about if I really wanted it or not."

"Of course, he's too fucking good for that. He told me that he really liked me but he didn't want to use me, and we should slow down. I was so pissed, Daddy!" She looked pissed! It was like she was being rejected all over. This boyfriend of hers actually deserved a medal for being able to turn this fucking sex goddess down.

"I went to the bar and did a few shots to hopefully drown out the anger. But it didn't work, Daddy. After my fourth shot I was even more pissed than before. I found Chase sitting with a couple of his friends who had shown up, and started shouting at him. I asked him why he wouldn't fuck me, I just didn't understand, Daddy! I've never been rejected like that before and it sucked!"

"Fortunately for me, one of the guys he was with is a guy who was on the football team but graduated last year. We had fucked a couple of times before he graduated, and I'm a fucking awesome lay, so naturally he remembered me. He told Chase he would take me outside to get some fresh air and help me calm down. I don't think his method for calming me down was exactly what Chase was expecting, but after he made me cum and then blew his load on my face I felt much better."

Jesus Christ. I closed my eyes, but the image of some college kid jizzing all over my baby girl's face was plastered behind my eyelids. I was pretty sure that if someone had just fucking looked at my cock I would have exploded right then. I knew her story was coming to an end, but I wasn't sure how much more of Sam's sex life I could take before I blew my own load.

"Of course, I don't like to waste cum, so he used his cock to wipe the jizz off my face and into my mouth, and then I cleaned off his cock. We went back inside and I apologized to Chase but then asked him to take me home. Then of course you answered the door all concerned and dad-like, and now your cock is about to burst through your pants, and here we are," she finished with a matter-of-fact tone.

I still had no words. I just had images of my beautiful little girl, who clearly wasn't a little girl anymore, on her knees with cum dripping down her face; or getting drilled from behind by a huge football player; maybe even on her back on a teacher's desk paying for a grade. I was pretty sure I was losing my mind. My thoughts were clouded in a haze of alcohol and lust and arousal more potent than I had ever experienced. I was holding on to my sanity by barely a thread.

Then, of course, she had to push me.

"So, Daddy," she started, using her little girl voice again. "What do you think of my decisions now?"

Before I even registered what I was doing, I crossed the length of the kitchen, and grabbed my daughter's face in my hands pulling her lips to mine. I parted my mouth and forced my tongue into hers, reaching my tongue into every corner of her fucking hot little mouth. I was pretty sure I tasted jizz. Instead of disgusting me, it just made me impossibly harder because it meant that her story was true. My little girl was a fucking slut who had eaten some guy's cum earlier that night.

I fisted one hand in her hair and moved the other down to her ass, pulling her to the edge of the table, my legs in between hers, so that my cock ground against her scorching pussy.

I backed away from her slightly and she moaned at the loss, shifting her ass forward to try to regain the friction. Bringing my hand around in between us, I palmed her weeping mound through her panties. She was so fucking wet! She broke our kiss, needing air, but I couldn't get enough of her taste. I ran my tongue down her neck to where it met her shoulder and sunk my teeth in, tasting her flesh and marking her as mine.

She jumped at the sensation, but then brought her hand up to my hair and pushed my face harder into her flesh. I removed my teeth from her shoulder, looked her in the eye and told her, "You're fucking mine, Sammy. Mine." Her eyes fluttered back in her head and she groaned at my pronouncement.

I moved my head down to her fucking gorgeous cleavage and licked my way from her tits up her beautifully exposed neck, tasting her the whole way. I brought her lips back to mine and shoved my tongue in her mouth again at the same time I tore her panties away from her body. I tossed the ruined panties to the floor and palmed her bare mound once again. She was fucking bald and perfect. I thrust two fingers right up into her dripping went cunt and she let her head fall back again, moaning. I continued to thrust my fingers deep into her wetness and pulled her head back up to look at me. "This is mine too, Sam. No one else's. This is my fucking cunt. Do you hear me? Mine!"

I didn't give her a chance to answer before I again brought her face to mine, continuing to explore her mouth with my tongue. I let my two fingers continue to thrust into her pussy, and brought my thumb up to her throbbing clit. I could hear my hand squishing around in her sopping went hole, and rubbed circles around her clit, not giving her all the friction and pressure she needed, just enough to drive her fucking insane.

She broke our kiss again and fell backwards on the table, her elbows supporting her so she could still see what I was doing to her. She watched for a moment, and then reached up to her chest, pulling her tits out of her bra and shirt. Her bra continued to push them upwards, her nipples fucking hard and pointing towards the sky. I ran a hand up her stomach and grabbed one of her pink nipples, pulling and twisting it, watching her tit contort with the motion.

I was so focused on her newly exposed breasts I had somehow forgotten about the hand I had that was currently invading her pussy. That was, until she started rolling her hips and whimpering, trying to get herself off on my hand.

I realized what an opportunity I was missing, and let her pert pink nipple go. Instead, I lifted up the front of her skirt and let it lay on her flat stomach. I finally got a look at her perfect pussy, made infinitely more perfect by the fact that my fingers were lodged firmly inside of it.

I pulled my fingers almost all the way out, seeing them glisten with her juices, and watching a couple drops of her pussy juice drip on to the floor. I had to taste her.

I shoved a third finger in her and started thrusting my hand up into her, as she reached in front of herself and started pinching and pulling on her nipples. I leaned forward and took her pulsing clit into my mouth. Fuck, she had the best tasting pussy I could have ever imagined. I took my fingers out of her for a minute and ran my tongue from just below her entrance all the way up to the top. On my trip back down, I shoved my tongue into her tight little hole and tried to drink up as much of her sweet nectar as I could.

"Daddy!" she whimpered from somewhere above me.

I could fucking taste her for hours, but I wanted something else. I thrust three fingers back into her and sucked on her tiny clit as though my life depended on it. My knuckles were banging around her entrance, as I fucking milked her clit. Sensing she was on the edge of a massive orgasm, and wanting to push her over the edge, I thrust my pinky into her cunt along with the rest of my fingers and bit down on her little clit. She fucking exploded around me. Expletives flying, and juices absolutely pouring out of her, she shuddered and pulsed on the table around my hand.

I couldn't even wait until she was finished cumming, I yanked my zipper down and dropped my pants faster than ever. I didn't pause to consider the consequences or wonder if she was okay with what I was about to do, I just shoved my throbbing cock into her tight little cunt and started pounding away.

I could feel her walls clenching around me as she continued to orgasm. Her words were coming out as nonsense now, only the occasional "fuck" or "shit" was at all intelligible.

I slammed my cock into her repeatedly, hands on her hips and eyes to where we were joined. Her bare pink pussy accepting the pummeling my angry red dick offered. At some point I noticed that she had stilled, palms flat on the table, trying to catch her breath, but I couldn't stop. I was a madman, searching for sanity deep within my daughter's boiling hot pussy.

My daughter.

Shit. A moment of clarity. I was fucking my daughter. I paused mid-thrust and looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and I thought I saw a hint of a smile on her face. After a moment, she hummed contentedly, and let out a quiet "Mmmmm... Daddy."

Fuck. That was it. I brought one hand back to her clit and thrust into her again. I frantically abused her clit with my thumb while slamming into her pussy over and over again. I probably only got another dozen thrusts in before she started clenching around my cock, and I was lost. My balls were clenching, my breathing stuttered. Her chest came up off the table and she let out a long, low moan. I pounded into her just twice more before I unleashed a river of cum directly into her pussy. I kept thrusting and cumming, hoping that I was helping her ride out her second orgasm, until I had absolutely nothing left.

At some point after that I managed to pick her up and carry her upstairs to my room. I think I was still a little unhinged because I should have taken my baby girl to her own bed, but the thought never even crossed my mind. I stripped off her clothes and laid her in my bed, covering her with the sheets. I let her sleep while I went to the bathroom and took a hot shower.

The shower must have lasted longer than I intended, because when I went back into my room, an unbelievable sight greeted my eyes. Sammy was no longer sleeping, and was no longer tucked in under the covers. She was on her back with head propped up on my pillows against the headboard, and her legs were spread, knees up, with her open, swollen pussy facing my bathroom door.

She was pinching her nipples and moaning quietly as I stepped into the room. I didn't think I had made any noise, but she opened her eyes and looked directly at me. She reached one hand down to her pussy, shoved two fingers inside, and scooped out some of the cum I had just shot inside of her. She brought the cum-covered fingers to her face and held them a few inches above her mouth and let my cum drip slowly into her mouth. After a few seconds, she lowered her fingers to her mouth and, hollowing her cheeks, sucked the cum clean off her fingers.

"Hi Daddy," she said as she waived her formerly cum-covered fingers at me.

I was instantly hard again. I hadn't gotten this hard minutes after cumming since I was a teenager, but the visual of my daughter eating my cum off her fingers out of her cunt would have given a gay man a titanium erection.

And just like that, I was on her again. She didn't even move as I climbed on to the bed and made my way to her. I stayed low, and placed little licks and kisses up her body as my face traveled to hers. When my lips met hers, I found her hands and brought them up the bed clasping them in mine and held them down on either side of her face. My cock was so hard and her pussy so fucking wet that I didn't even need to use a hand to guide it back inside.

I moaned at the sensation and she looked up at me, innocent eyes, her bottom lip captured between her teeth. "Do you like it, Daddy?"

"Like what, baby girl?" I asked as I continue to slowly thrust inside of her.

"Do you like my pussy, Daddy? Is it a good pussy? Is it tight enough for you? Am I good enough for my daddy?"

Fuck, all the "daddy" talk was really getting to me. I mean, I knew I had my dick inside my daughter, but she was clearly getting off on the fact that it was her daddy's dick, not just some guy's. And if I was being honest with myself, the fact that I was fucking my baby girl and not just some random chick really was absolutely mind-blowing.

"I love it, baby girl. Your pussy is like a vice. I can feel you squeezing my cock with every thrust. I love feeling my cum inside you, coating my cock. I'm going to cum inside you again, baby. Would you like that?"

I could tell my words were getting to her. Her breathing increased, she started to rock her hips up to mine on every thrust. "Yes, Daddy! I want your cum!"

"Where do you want it, baby girl?"

"Anywhere, Daddy! Anywhere you want it!"

"Can I cum on your perky little titties baby?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"How about your face, baby? Can I cum all over your slutty little face like that college boy did earlier?" I really liked that idea. I wanted to wipe the memory of another man's cum on my baby's face out of her mind. I wanted her to only ever remember my cock, my cum.

"Fuck, yes, Daddy! Cum on my face!"

"Mmmmm..." I moaned and kissed her again. "I will baby, but not tonight. Tonight I'm going to cum deep in your pussy. You don't have enough cum in there yet, so I'm going to add to it. I want you dripping with my cum, Sammy."

Somewhere during our exchange, the speed and strength of my thrusts had picked up. This was no longer the slow, measured thrusts they were when I climbed into bed with my daughter. This was back to the furious, pressured pace of the fucking we experienced on the kitchen table. I couldn't fucking help myself. Her pussy was so perfect around my cock, just begging to be fucked.

"Yes, Daddy! Cum in my tiny pussy! Fill me up with your cum! I want my daddy's cum to drip out of me for days, I'll never get enough of your cum, Daddy!!" she shouted as her pussy clenched around me once again.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking tight, I'm gonna cum!"

I thrust into her a few more times as she continued to cum around me, her walls squeezing the life out of my cock, and I finally let go with a shout, pouring my jizz into my baby girl's pussy.

When I had recovered somewhat from draining my balls for the second time in an hour, I pulled Sam to me and rolled us over so that I was on my back. She nestled her head to my chest, and draped her leg over my own, her knee close to my softening cock and her dripping pussy plastered against my thigh.

I felt her breathing even out and whispered my love to her as we drifted off to sleep.

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Okay, so she didn't protest last night, but we had both been drinking and I was her fucking father. Yeah, last night was all on me.



Decisions



Sometimes I have to write stories that come into my head. I do understand that all of my stories are not for everyone. This is one of them. I would like to thank Linda62953 for editing this story for me. She makes the story a much better read. 

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Lately I've been reading a few stories about revenge and getting even. Hard as I've tried, I can't seem to leave these stories alone. I guess it's because of something that I did awhile back and now I'm paying the price 'mentally'.

It had been a couple of months since I did something really stupid. Now I totally regret it and I hardly remember most of it. I'm Jim Hawkins and have been married to my wife Christina for seven years. We're both in our early thirties and seem to have a good relationship. We have always been able to talk out our problems and differences.

We had agreed before we even got married that we wouldn't have any secrets between us. To the best of my knowledge, it's the way it's always been, until recently.

I worked in construction for a large corporation with my friends Ted and Bill. We do any and all kinds of household repairs or remodeling, even building houses and garages from the ground up. The three of us met on the job site a few years ago, became friends, and sometimes hung out together. We're all married and our wives are pretty close friends also. Ted and Emily have two young children. They have been married about five years and are in their late twenties.

Bill and his wife Judy are a few years older than the rest of us. They are in their early forties and their kids are now leaving the nest. Chris and I didn't want children at first but now we are considering it. We wanted to be in decent financial situation before starting a family.

Chris has two older married sisters who, along with her mother keep asking her when she's going to start a family. We've told them we are considering it now that we're financially able. Chris is off the pill now but we aren't pushing for kids. If it happens, it happens.

My parents love Chris. I have two brothers and a sister who are all married with families so my parents have never pushed the issue with us. Chris and I are considered good-looking people. I keep in shape because of my work and Chris exercises a few times a week. She works as a secretary in an insurance office and carries our health insurance.

As most men I know, I carry a little jealousy when it comes to my wife. She is well liked by everyone and just seems so damn friendly that it bothers me sometimes. We've talked about it many times over the years and Chris always smiles and says I have nothing to worry about. She loves me with all her heart and wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our marriage.

Whenever we went out, Chris looked fabulous; always sexy but not slutty. Our friends have always complemented her on how she looked. Emily and Judy seemed to always look good, too. I remember Bill once saying, "We sure are three lucky guys! We all have beautiful wives that any man would be proud of." I remember Chris smiled after Bill said that. 

One time at a party I remember Bill saying to Ted and me, "If I ever swapped wives with anyone, I'd want it to be with one of you guys." We laughed it off because Bill had been drinking a lot and often times joked about our wives.

I have to say I had never thought much of it, but in a sense, it did bug me knowing other men talked about my wife. I once mentioned it to Chris and she laughed. "Honey, that's just the way Bill is, you know that."

The six of us have spent a lot of time together. We all went out together and had family cookouts quite often over the last five years that we've worked together. To be honest, I guess we have all said things about each other's wives and them about us but as far as I know, no one took it as more than a complement or joke in passing.

During some of our crazy conversations, Judy had said that Chris had told them how good I was in bed. I have to admit it embarrassed me. Later, when I asked Chris what she had told them, she just said it was girl talk. She said I was a good lover and was fantastic at oral sex. 

I said, "That explains why Emily often sticks her tongue out at me." Chris just laughed.

That night after going to bed, I asked what kind of things did they say about their husbands.

"Jim, this is girl talk, I'm not suppose to tell you things they say."

"Please, just one thing about Tim and Bill. I promise I won't say anything. I'll give you the best my tongue has to offer, if you tell me." I was already rubbing her pussy and had two fingers in her.

"Oh shit! That feels so good. Promise me you won't say anything to Tim or Bill."

"I promise."

"Emily says Tim won't go down on her. She did say he is good to go at least twice every time they make love."

"You mean he won't tongue fuck her?"

"He will kiss her bush and finger her but won't use his tongue on her. Please don't let them know I told you. Now you promised to do me." I was still pumping my fingers in her and she was wet. I could smell her sex.

"Maybe I should show her how it feels." I was laughing.

"You do and you're a dead man," she laughed back.

"What about Bill? You haven't told me what Judy said about Bill."

"Ok, Ok! She said Bill is really big. Not as much long as fat. Judy says he stretches her out whenever they have sex. They can't do anal because it hurts too much. Now will you eat me, please?"

I smiled at my beautiful wife, got between her legs and gave her the tongue fucking of her life. She came twice just from the oral sex. As I began fucking her I asked her if my cock was big enough for her. I guess I was thinking about Bill and his fat cock.

"God yes! Fuck me honey, give me that big cock of yours." It wasn't long before I came hard in Chris's pussy. We kissed, cuddled and went to sleep.

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I guess deep in my self-conscious mind I remember all these little things we talk about. I have to admit knowing our wives talked about us did bother me a little, but I did my best to not think about it. It did make me look at my friends a little differently when we were all together. I guess it was just the way everyone looked at each other.

I kept telling myself that I needed to grow-up and to stop being so juvenile. I had a beautiful wife whom I loved with all my heart and friends that were close, almost like family.

There were times, maybe once a month that I would go out with the guys and other times that the girls got together.

It was just before Thanksgiving when Ted, Bill and I attended a football game. We drank beer and partied on down after our team won. We decided to go to the bar afterwards and continue the party. We took a cab since we all had a lot to drink. After a couple of drinks, Ted told us he had to get home. Bill called him hen-pecked and we all laughed.

A little about Bill: he was our good friend, but we also believed he cheated on his wife. When just the guys went out, he did a lot of flirting. More than once, I saw him with his hand up a woman's skirt. There wasn't much doubt what he was doing. If I mentioned it to him, he would always say he was just flirting but not to tell Judy.

A couple of times he even called me and asked me, if Judy called, to tell her he was out on a call doing estimates. He never asked very often but it did bother me. I even asked Chris if he ever tried to flirt with her. She said no more than any other men, besides he was harmless and knew that she loved me and wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

That in itself made me wonder even more. I knew Chris was hit on because she told me so, many times. She said she knew how to handle herself and if she ever felt threatened, she'd tell me. I guess since I had such a wonderful beautiful wife, it just made me paranoid at times.

Back at the bar, Bill got us a private room and invited in a couple of women. I told him I wouldn't cheat on Chris and he just laughed. "It's just company so we don't drink alone. Chris will never know, enjoy yourself."

I was a bit drunk and didn't use my best judgment. We sat down and there was a ballgame on when the girls came in. Damn! They were young. They said they were twenty-one and working their way through college.

Bill had one girl sit on his lap and his hand was already up her skirt. The other girl sat next to me on the couch and as we talked, she put her hand on my leg. She asked if she could dance for me and stood up before I even answered. I didn't know what to say and she changed the station and put on some music.

She began dancing and I couldn't help but watch her. Before I knew it, she had her blouse and skirt off and was dancing in her bra and panties. I pulled her to me and I had my hands on her tight ass. Bill laughed and I noticed the girl he was with had her skirt up and no panties on. I could see Bills fat cock; I wondered if the young girl would be able to take it.

She slowly lowered herself down on it saying she knew she could take it. I pulled the panties off the woman I was with and began to eat her pussy. I knew I was good at it. She had me lay on the couch in a sixty-nine position and sucked my cock while I ate her pussy.

It wasn't long before she had an orgasm and got up and she put a condom on my cock, got on me, and started riding me. I was drunk and horny with a huge hard-on. I wasn't thinking about Chris now. All I wanted was to fuck this young pussy and come hard, which I did.

The next thing I remember was Bill waking me up and telling me, we had to head home. I must have dozed off after coming. The girls were gone, and I had my pants down and a condom full of sperm was still on. "What the hell did I do Bill?" I asked.

He laughed. "You fucked the living shit out of that young pussy. You'd better clean up before Chris sees you."

I went to the restroom and cleaned up. I had a hell of a headache but remember fucking the young woman. I looked at my watch and knew an hour had past since we entered the private room. As we left, the girls we were with, waved to us. On the way out, Bill told me I owed him a hundred dollars that he gave to the girl I was with.

I felt bad cheating on Chris. Why did I drink so much? Chris always told me I get crazy when I drink too much. Bill kept telling me that it wasn't a big deal. Every man should get a little on the side every once in awhile. We got in the taxi and it dropped me off at my house. Bill said he would see me on Monday. The last thing he said to me is, "Take care of that sexy little wife of yours," then laughed as the taxi drove away.

Chris was awake in bed waiting for me. I felt so knotted up inside when I looked at her. I wanted to break down and tell her the truth, but I wasn't sure what would happen. I didn't want to lose her.

"How was the game?" she asked.

"It was fine; our team won. We went to the bar and I drank way too much. I'm not feeling good and think I'll lie on the couch. I don't want to keep you up." Then I said it. "I love you Christina, goodnight."

"I love you too, Jim. Hope you get to feeling better. You know you can't drink that much. I don't know why you don't listen. I'll see you in the morning."

The next morning I felt bad. I had a slight headache but what really bothered me was that I cheated on Chris and Bill was laughing about it. I didn't like anyone having anything over me, especially something like this.

I know I tried to act normal but Chris kept asking me what was wrong and I kept saying, "Nothing". Things were back to normal after a couple of days, but Bill would mention it at work and I'd tell him to knock it off, it was a big mistake.

A week went by and Judy stopped by with Bill. I really didn't like the way that Bill looked at Chris since I knew the type of guy he was. After they left, Chris said she wanted to talk to me about Bill.

"What about Bill?" I asked.

"Judy told me that she believed Bill was having an affair and I want to know if you know anything about it," said Chris.

I didn't know what to say. She said Judy found a receipt from the night we went out and said it was over two hundred dollars. She wanted to know what cost so much money. I didn't want to keep this lie any longer so I broke down and told her the truth. I found out that Judy had already gotten it out of Bill and told Chris so I was at least happy I told the truth.

I told her what I could remember and she threw a lamp at me and called me every name in the book. I tried to apologize, but she wasn't hearing it. I honestly thought our marriage was over. She was crying and went into our bedroom and locked the door.

I tried to talk to her through the door but she had the TV on loud and wasn't listening to me. It was two hours later when she came out. I went to hug her and she pushed me away. "Keep your filthy hands off of me. You cheating, lying mother-fucker!" She has never talked to me like that before.

She said she was going to go see Judy. She didn't know when she'd be back. I watched her walk out the door, get in her car and drive away. She came home later that evening and said we needed to talk. We sat down in the living room but she wouldn't sit next to me.

"I talked to Judy and she said Bill came clean and said you both picked up women and had sex with them. She did say that Bill had put something in your drink to make you hornier. I can't forgive you for cheating on me. You could have left, instead of going to a private room with other women."

"Chris, believe me, I didn't want to do it."

"Bullshit! You even told me you accepted a lap dance and you want me to believe you didn't want to fuck the girl? How stupid do you think I am?"

"So, where do we go from here?" I asked. "You know I love you and promise never to do it again. Hell, I was drunk and made a big mistake."

"You don't have a good excuse for cheating on me. All I'm going to say is that I'm going to get even with you."

"What are you saying? You're going to intentionally cheat on me. What kind of man do you think I am? If I find out you cheated on me, I'm out of here. I can't undo what is done but I'll be damn if I'll sit back and watch you have an affair."

"Have it your way. You won't know with who or when. If you prefer a divorce right now, then go apply for one; I'll sign the papers. Just remember I love you, always have and always will." She had tears coming down her cheeks.

I decided not to do anything for the time being, hoping Chris would get over my infidelity. The holidays were coming up and I hoped to make it through them.

I didn't invite Bill over to the house anymore. We did work together, but we were no longer as close. In fact, I wasn't close with Ted anymore either. His wife Emily told him she didn't want him hanging around me or Bill anymore.

Their wives still talked with Chris, but I let Chris know that I wanted nothing to do with the husbands. In fact, after the first of the year I was going out on my own and do electrical work. I was a certified electrician.

We didn't have sex for over a week and Thanksgiving was coming up. We went to Chris's parent's house for Thanksgiving dinner. Of course, they asked if we were still trying to have a baby and Chris told them we were, even though we haven't had sex since the incident.

Dinner was great and Chris sat next to me like the good wife. You would never know she was mad at me. After dinner, she even sat on my lap as we watched a football game. She even leaned over and kissed me. That night we even made love. We had been sleeping together but she was wearing flannel pajamas and wouldn't even cuddle.

When we got home, I put the leftover food her parents gave us to take home and put it in the fridge. She went to get ready for bed. When I went into the bedroom, she was wearing a see-through red nightgown. "I need you to make love to me," she said.

She didn't have to ask me twice. I went to her, removed her nightgown, went down on her, and ate her pussy till she climaxed twice. After that, I fucked her long and hard.

After that night, things seem to be better. We went Christmas shopping, which I hated to do, but I was really trying here. I told her I was so happy that she gave up on the getting even with me.

She looked at me and said, "Who said I gave up the idea? You have to feel what I felt when I heard that you cheated on me and fucked another woman."

I was lost for words. I did repeat to her that I was sorry and no way could I take it back. I also reiterated to her that if she cheated on me, it would leave me no choice but to leave her.

"You do what you have to do. That's all I can say," she said to me.

The following week she said she was going to her company Christmas party and asked if I wanted to go. Even though I would have preferred to stay home, I went with her. The last thing I needed was for her to be dressed sexy with a lot of horny men looking at her.

I stayed by her side most of the time. Whenever I would walk away to get a drink or a snack, some guy walked up to her. I knew I was paranoid and kept going back to be next to her. I was becoming a mental mess, knowing if she wanted to carry out this revenge, there were plenty of men who would be willing to help her.

When we arrived home, we went to bed and I tried to give her the best sex possible. I didn't want her thinking of another man. She told me a half dozen times how good it felt and how much she loved me.

We went to one of our relative's house every night exchanging Christmas presents. My siblings loved Chris and said she was the best thing that ever happened to me. I couldn't have agreed more, she was my life and I felt it was in jeopardy.

No one would ever think that we had a problem the way she would hold my hand, sit on my lap and kiss me. Her sister told us we were like two newlyweds. I had to wonder if it would all come crashing down.

She told me she would be home late one night, the week of New Years. Her office was having a small party at the restaurant and lounge for its employees. That morning I watched her get dressed. She had on a matching set of bra and panties and a nice skirt and blouse. The last thing I said to her was, "Christina, I really do love you." I didn't know what else to say. I just remember all the men in her office approaching her at the Christmas party. The funny thing is that no one acted inappropriately. It was just my damn mind playing tricks on me.

After the dinner party, Emily, who also worked at the office, dropped Chris off at the house. It was late, almost midnight and I was a wreck. Emily was one of the few people I trusted. I doubt she would cheat on Ted. Chris said she had drunk too much and that we could go and pick up her car the next day.

She kissed me and said she wanted me to make love to her. I helped her get undressed. I unfastened her bra and as she lay on the bed, I pulled off her panties. They were a bit moist and I held them up to my nose. I knew her scent enough to know that it was just her scent on her panties.

"I danced with men tonight and kissed a few under the mistletoe. It was just pecks, I didn't cheat on you but I did think of you." I knew that was just to let me know, I wasn't out of the woods yet.

I went down on her moist pussy and tongued fucked her. After she had an orgasm, I put my cock in her and fucked her deep and hard. "I'm going to put a baby in your belly," I told her.

"Go for it Big Boy!" she replied. I came hard and long.

We had sex or made love most everyday for the next few days. One morning she told me that we were invited to Bill and Judy's for a New Year's bash. I told her that I thought we had plans to go to my parent's house. My Dad, my two brothers and I were going to a football game and I thought she was going to visit with the women while we were gone. 

We'd be home by eleven and bring in the New Year together. Besides, I wanted nothing to do with Bill since the incident we'd had.




Decisions



"Judy is still my friend and I would prefer to go to the party instead of sitting around while you're at a ball game. You have a choice; you can come to Judy's party or go with your brothers and dad to a ball game."

I was pissed. My dad had already bought the tickets, it was something we've done for the last five years, and Chris knew it. I believe this was another one of her ideas to play with my mind. I told her that I was going with my dad and hoped she would come with me.

She chose to go to Judy's party. I watched her put out the clothes she was going to wear before I left for my parent's house. She had a very sexy red lace bra and panties on the bed along with her tight black skirt with the slit up the side and a white silk blouse that showed off her breasts.

I asked her one last time to reconsider and come with me.

She was defiant. "You do your thing and I'll do mine," she said.

I left in the afternoon and went to my dads. The family was surprised that Chris didn't come with me. I just made an excuse that we were invited to a friend's party and Chris had said she would go. I doubt if I was very convincing.

We left for the game, but all I could think about was Chris at the party. We did get back to dads around eleven. I stayed until midnight and decided to head over to Bill and Judy's and see Chris. When I got there, they said that Chris wasn't feeling good and went home about a half hour before.

According to Judy, she said Chris had drunk too much and lay down for a while. The next thing she knew, was Chris said she had to get home and left. As Judy walked away, Bill came up to me and said that Chris was one good looking little lady and I should take better care of her. I didn't like the way he said it and didn't reply. I got in my car and headed for home.

A little more about Bill and Judy. Once Chris and I began talking again, according to Chris, they went through quite a rough patch after he cheated on her the time he was with me. It was then that Chris told me that Judy had told her that they both had affairs in the past and even swapped once but thought it was over.

Eventually they worked it out and were now back together. He had moved out for about a month before moving back in. It bugged me when Chris mentioned that Judy missed his fat cock.

I arrived home and Chris was in the bathroom taking a shower. I asked her if she was ok and she said she got sick and came home. She said she would be out of the shower in a few minutes. I checked the door and she had locked it. It seemed odd that she would do that when she was home alone.

I saw her clothes thrown on the floor in the bedroom. It wasn't like her to just discard her clothes like that. She was much too neat of a person. I picked up her skirt, which was a bit wrinkled and hung it up. I did the same with her blouse and put her shoes in the closet. I noticed she didn't wear any pantyhose, which wasn't anything new. She had nice legs and really didn't need to cover them.

I found her red lace bra on the hamper in our bedroom. I looked and couldn't find her matching panties. I looked through the hamper and even under the bed but they were nowhere to be found. Then I thought she might have taken them in the bathroom. I would have to wait and see.

She came out of the bathroom and had on her flannel nightwear. I asked her what happened and she said she was having a few drinks and all of a sudden became sick. Judy let her lay on their bed, which was in the back of the house away from the party.

When she felt a little better, she got up and came home. She thought a shower would make her feel better. "I love you Jim. I wish I would have just gone with you to your parents. I was wrong for going to that party without you."

I told her I stopped by the party but she was already gone. She almost seemed nervous when I mentioned I talked to Bill and Judy.

She thanked me for hanging up her clothes and putting her things away. I told her I didn't find her red panties and at first, she didn't say anything then replied. "Oh, I washed them out so they wouldn't get stained. I had a little mishap when I got sick and didn't want them to stain."

She went to bed and I told her I was going to the bathroom and would be right with her. I went into the bathroom and found her panties drying off. I put them to my nose but she had scrubbed them with soap and I couldn't smell anything. She definitely did more than rinse them off.

I went back to the bedroom and climbed in next to her. I kissed her and told her I wanted to make love with her. I missed her so much. She wouldn't even let me touch her nether parts. She said maybe tomorrow but right now her stomach was still bothering her.

I cuddled up to her but felt as though something was wrong. I had a hard time getting to sleep. We began every New Year by making love. This was the first time it was different.

The next morning Chris was up before me and had started breakfast. She came up to me and told me how much she loved me and would make up for our 'non sex' night. She said she was sorry but feeling much better and would take care of me that night.

We ate breakfast and had our coffee. I told her how the family missed her and that I missed being with her even more. I asked her about the party and she said she didn't enjoy it without me there. She said she didn't know most of the people that were there. They were old friends of Judy and Bill's. She had called Emily earlier in the day and they said they were invited, but not going.

I could tell there was something bothering Chris and asked her what it was.

"It's Judy. Since she got back with Bill, she seems so different. It started after the incident with you and Bill." I thought she was going to bring it up again but didn't.

"The couple of times we went out after her split with Bill she would flirt with anyone. I was getting embarrassed by all the men coming to our table. A couple of times Emily and I left her because she was letting these men pick her up.

"There's no doubt in my mind that she had sex with them. Now that she and Bill are back together, I don't really want to associate with them. I'll be nice to them but I don't want to go out with them anymore."

"That's fine with me. I don't trust Bill any farther than I can throw him. We'll be nice to them but we'll keep our distance." Chris leaned over and kissed me.

That night we started early and made love like newlyweds. Chris gave me a blowjob, which is something she doesn't do very often. I ate her pussy till her juices were flowing out of her. We fucked and I came hard in her. She kept telling me how good I felt and how we were a perfect fit.

The last thing we did that night was have anal sex. It was something we rarely did because Chris said it hurt more than feel good. I rubbed KY jelly all over and in her asshole. She rubbed the gel all over my cock. We went slow until I heard her say how it started feeling good. It wasn't long before we climaxed together.

Life went on and I had started my new business. Chris kept to her word and pretty much cut it off with Bill and Judy. I guess they figured out that we no longer wanted to be close friends after refusing their invitations to get together. Since I no longer worked with Bill, I had no reason to talk to him.

Chris did keep in touch with Emily and we did go out with them a couple of times. Emily worked at the same office as Chris so they talked regularly.

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Chris tells her story:

Jim and I had a good marriage. We rarely kept things from one another. I was really hurt when he picked up some young woman and fucked her. I don't know if he would have told me the truth when it first happened if it would have made a difference, but I was hurt. I hated hearing it first from Judy.

We were friends with Emily and Ted. Emily worked with me at the insurance office and Ted worked with Jim. Emily kept a pretty tight reign on Ted. They had two young kids and spent a lot of time with them. I often thought about having kids and having a family like Ted and Emily.

Jim and I talked about it and I went off the pill. My parents were always bugging me about when I was going to start a family. They were happy to find out we were actually trying.

Our other friends were Bill and Judy. Bill worked with Jim and Judy worked in a retail store. We were close friends but things changed our relationship. It began when Jim was with Bill the night he cheated on me. I needed someone to talk to, so I chose Judy since she was older.

She was the one who found the receipt that Bill had from the bar. She told me everything that she found out from Bill. When I asked Jim about it, he told me the whole sordid story. How he got drunk and fucked this woman. I didn't know what to do. I thought about leaving him, but the problem was I loved him.

I decided to talk to Judy about the affair, seeing her husband had one also. It was then she told me it wasn't the first or even the second time for Bill. When her kids were younger, she decided to stay with Bill for the kid's sake. That's when she told me what was good for the goose was good for the gander.

She started going out and having one night stands every once in awhile. I couldn't believe she was telling me this. She told me that her and Bill had went on vacation once and even swapped with another couple. According to Judy, they only did it the one time and she told Bill, never again.

I asked her what she thought I should do about Jim. She said that I should get even with him, have an affair, and let him know I did it.

"I could never do that to Jim, I love him. I don't want another man. I would divorce him before I would have an affair."

Judy came back with, "Then don't have an affair, but tell him that you are going to sometime and that you will never tell him when or with whom, but it will happen one time."

"I don't know if I could get him to believe me."

"You just need to put the thought there. He will be punished enough every time you go out. If you just let him off the hook, he'll probably do it again. That's the way men are."

"Not Jim, I do think he is sorry for what he did. What about Bill? What are you going to do?"

"I kicked his ass out, but I'll take him back before the holidays. Till then I might have a little fun myself."

I went home and told Jim we needed to talk. I told him just what Judy suggested. "You don't have a good excuse for cheating on me. All I'm going to say is, I'm going to get even with you."

"What are you saying?" asked Jim. "You're going to intentionally cheat on me. What kind of man do you think I am? If I find out you cheat on me, I'm out of here. I can't undo what is done but I'll be damn if I'll sit back and watch you have an affair."

"Have it your way." I held on to my positions. "You won't know with who or when. If you prefer a divorce right now then go apply for one; I'll sign the papers. Just remember, I love you, always have and always will." 

After that day, things changed some. I held back the sex and Jim did everything he could to please me. I wanted to tell him that I could never cheat on him but at least he was worried.

On Thanksgiving, we went to my parent's house and I acted like a newlywed. I sat on Jim's lap and kissed him. I know it surprised him but I really did love him. That night when we got home we made love. He ate my pussy through two climaxes before he even fucked me. It felt so great making love to him again.

We made it through the holidays and he kind of hinted that he was glad I wasn't getting revenge on him. I guess it kind of pissed me off and I told him that I never said I wasn't going to do it. He would never know when or with whom. The truth is, I had no intention of cheating on him. I loved him too much.

When I went out with the girls a couple of times I did dance with some guys, but it didn't go any further. Judy would let men feel her up and God knows what else, but I waited till I got home and fucked my husband.

We went to my Christmas party and Jim stayed at my side. He was almost too over protective, but I loved that he cared. I went to our company New Years party and acted like it was a big thing, but it wasn't. I gave the old bosses a peck on the cheek for New Years and that was about it, but I built it up bigger for Jim. Sex with him that night was great.

That takes us to New Year's Eve. We got an invitation to Judy and Bill's house for a party. It was a lot of their old friends. I was mad that Jim picked going to a stupid football game over being with me. Now I realize how stupid it was. He got together with his dad and brothers once a year to go to a game and I made him choose.

I went to the party and was greeted by Judy and Bill. I honestly didn't like the way Bill was looking at me. They introduced me to some of their friends who were all older than I was. I did feel a bit out of place but I found some people I could talk to.

Judy had told me that Emily and Ted were coming, but when I called Emily, she said she had told Judy they wouldn't be there. Bill brought me another drink and I drank it. After about twenty minutes, it upset my stomach and I was feeling woozy.

I mentioned it to Judy and she took me to her bedroom in the back of the house where I could rest a little without being bothered. She said they had a private bathroom if I got sick.

I lay on the bed and must have been out like a light. I began dreaming of Jim. It seemed so real. My blouse was being undone and my lace bra was being taken off. Jim was sucking on my nipples. It felt so good.

The next thing I dreamt was Jim pushing up my skirt with the slit on the side and pulling off my red lace panties. I was expecting Jim to lick my pussy, which he always did but it didn't happen. Instead, he was trying to push his cock into me.

I woke up and it wasn't a dream. Bill had this enormous fat cock and was pressing it against my pussy. "No Bill! No! What are you doing? I don't want to have sex with you."

He laughed, "Bullshit, I know you wanted to see my fat cock ever since Judy told you about it."

"Please don't Bill, I don't want to have sex with you. I love my husband."

"I heard about you telling him that you were going to have sex with someone but you wouldn't tell him with whom or when."

"Please Bill! Don't do this. I wasn't going to cheat on Jim; I just wanted him to think I might."

"To late now Baby," he said as he pushed the head of his cock into me. It hurt, I felt like I was being stretched out.

"It's to big Bill, you'll rip me apart, please don't do this, it hurts already."

"You'll get used to it. All the women do," he said as he pushed more of his cock into me. It really did hurt. I had to reach down and spread my pussy lips to help ease the pain.

"That's it Baby, make it feel better." He pushed more of his fat cock into me. I felt so full, but it didn't feel good. I kept thinking of Jim and what he would do if he found out.

It only lasted about ten minutes when Bill let lose with a huge load of cum shooting into my pussy. It was then I thought about not being on the pill. God, I hope I wouldn't get pregnant from Bill. What would I do?

After shooting his load into my pussy, he got up off me and squeezed my tits one more time. "I wouldn't tell anyone if I was you. Jim just might get hurt," laughed Bill.

"If Jim ever finds out what you did, I swear I'll come back here and kill you." By the look on Bill's face, he knew I was telling the truth.

He left the room and I went into the bathroom to clean up. I slipped my panties back on but I could still feel Bills cum soiling my panties. I got dressed as best I could and walked out of the room. I saw Judy and told her I was going home. She said she hoped I was feeling better and wished me a Happy New Year. I'm quite positive she had no idea what Bill did.

After getting home, I jumped in the shower to get rid of the icky feelings I had. I scrubbed my lace panties with soap and detergent. There is no way I could tell Jim what happened. I knew he would take his gun and kill Bill.

I heard Jim knock on the bathroom door and ask if I was all right. I told him I had an upset stomach, which was not a lie. My insides were churning with fear of what had happened. We started every New Year by making love but I couldn't let that happen tonight.

My pussy hurt and I didn't know if Jim would be able to tell if I had sex, especially since he always preferred to start our love making by going down on me. I put on my flannel pajamas and told him I didn't feel good and promised to make it up to him.

I got up early the next morning and made us breakfast and tried to be the lovey dovey wife all day. We visited my parents early in the day but came home and made love for a couple of hours. I just hoped that Jim didn't see or feel anything different when we made love.

I actually thought about taking the morning after pill but I would need a prescription and there is no way I could explain it to Jim since we have been trying to conceive. I figured I would just have to take my chances.

I also talked to Jim about not being close friends with Judy and Bill. After hearing my explanation, he agreed with me. Things were good between Jim and me. We visited relatives and other friends. Jim started his own construction business and he kept regular hours.

It was late February when I told him I missed my second period. We went to the doctor together in March and were told that I was pregnant by a couple of months. Jim was so happy that he was going to be a father. Needless to say, I prayed that the child would be his and look just like him.

In my fifth month, we were told it would be a girl and we decided to name her Sarah after Jim's grandmother. My parents were so happy for us and so were Jim's parents.

Word got around and Judy called me and said she heard I was pregnant. I told her I was and Jim and I were both happy about it. She congratulated us on becoming parents. I honestly don't think Bill ever told her anything but I would deny it if it ever came up.

When it was time for me to deliver Jim was there for me. He came in the birthing room and even cut the umbilical cord. She was such a pretty baby girl. Everyone said she looked just like me including Jim.

They did do a DNA test, which they say is automatic now. I had a copy of Jims from when he was injured a couple of years before. On the baby's visit to the Doctor, I asked him to explain the DNA papers to me.

He looked at me quizzically at first as he looked at the two DNA results. He then explained what it all meant. He said that it was a 99.999 percent match that this man was the father. I began to cry and he told me everything with the baby was fine. I had a healthy baby girl.

Our life completely changed after the birth of Sarah. I took a leave of absence to take care of Sarah. I had dinner on the table every night for Jim when he came home. He was a great father and was always holding our daughter. We took turns changing and feeding her. He even said that maybe we should try to get a brother or sister for Sarah.

We made love regularly and didn't use any kind of birth control. I told Jim that if I got pregnant again I wanted to be a stay at home mother. He agreed that he would like that too.

One day he came home from work and looked agitated. I asked him what the problem was and he said that he took an electrical job and then found out that Bill would be doing the roofing on the five-story apartment building.

Jim said, "I just don't like that guy nor do I trust him, but this job pays a lot of money. I hate it when he talks about you and says he and Judy would like to go out with us. Then he keeps asking about Sarah and how she's doing."

I was worried that Bill would start some trouble and I decided I would deny anything he said. It would be my word against his. A couple of days later I got a call from Jim. "What is it honey?" I asked. He rarely called me first thing in the morning.




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"It's Bill, he fell off the roof and fell five stories to the ground. They took him to the hospital but the EMT's said he probably wouldn't make it. He was unconscious when they took him."

"Oh my God! Maybe I should go to the hospital and be with Judy. Are you ok?" I asked.

"I'm fine, but I saw him slip on the shingles and fall. He would never wear the protective rope, like he was suppose to. He'd been warned about it before, but he rarely followed the safety rules. He thought he was too macho."

"Who else was there on the roof at the time?" I asked.

"Ted and some other guy had just left the roof to bring up some supplies. It was just Bill and I on the roof. I was the only witness to his fall. I explained it to the company's safety people and the police. They asked what I was doing there, since there was no electrical work to do on the roof. I told them Bill was an old friend and I had brought him up the safety rope and gear but he wouldn't take it."

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Epilogue:

I played the good friend and sat by Judy's side at the funeral. She thanked us for being there for her, in her time of need. She has since moved on with her life.

Jim and I don't talk about Bill's death or the revenge statement that I had made. He never asks me if it's over. All I know is, it's one secret I will carry to my grave. Recently we got a surprise and I'm pregnant with our second child. I decided to be a stay at home wife and mother.

For us, life is good. I do have to wonder if Jim had anything to do with Bill's fall. It's just that one night he was playing with Sarah and hugging her. He smiled at her and I heard him say that nobody would ever hurt his family again.

I'm sure he didn't know, I was standing in the kitchen and could hear him at the time.

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Thank you for reading my story.

Comments are welcome and appreciated.

DG Hear



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You will find that I use Lewis and Mark in this story for the name of the same person. This person has memory failure after a short series of traumatic events. He does not know his real name and asks to be called Mark.

When the narrator refers to him, he is Lewis. When addressed by the new people in his life he is Mark

Toward the end I indicate where the story stops being narrated and becomes first person. Obviously a person with no memory has a difficult time telling a story well.

It is nice to think you would be able to function in a certain manner when confronted with an event you find to be traumatic. In reality, you may respond in a completely different way than you want to/might have imagined you would. Nobody really knows their capability to be able to control fight or flight.

This is why the military, doctors, police and so forth train all the time...so that flight is removed as an option. 

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Life was good for Lewis; he was married 4 months ago to a woman he truly adored. They had dated for two and a half years before taking the plunge.

There were no relatives to attend the wedding. Both sets of parents were gone; he had no siblings or any other relatives to his knowledge. She had one sister, who was in the service and on deployment. They invited as many friends as they could. About a dozen showed at the party to help celebrate.

He worked as a clerk at one of the largest insurance companies in the area; just a few more courses and he could take the test to become an agent. After that he would be in the big time. 

Marie was a surgical nurse at the hospital. She was well on her way to becoming a physician's assistant; she had to finish one more semester before her tests.

Lewis usually got home a little before she did, so he would start dinner as he studied. It was usually something simple; pop a tray into the oven or warm a large can of whatever. 

Three nights a week she was off to school soon after eating; two off those nights he went to his classes. The other night he spent working on his dream car; a 1957 Chevy. He had restored Josephine from the ground up. He chose that name because it seemed to suit the car; and he knew no one by that name. He hoped to have her ready to drive in time for Marie's graduation in about a month, it would be close.

The weekends were theirs to do as they pleased, usually not getting out of bed until the late morning or early afternoon. This was their time; time for loving, time to make up for all the demands of the week. They were always exhausted by the time they did get up.

It was a Tuesday, one of the days they did not need to go to school. As he pulled into the driveway he hardly noticed the car parked in front of the house; the neighbor kids always had visitors who parked all up and down the street. He dropped his cases on the table in the hall and went upstairs to change. Halfway up the stairs he almost heard a little squeak. His mind immediately brought up a picture of his wife as they made love. He smiled as the thought crossed his mind. 

At the top off the steps he noticed the guest room door slightly ajar; it was usually closed. Not really thinking about it, he reached to pull it closed when his life as he knew it came to an abrupt end.

Eighteen hours later he stopped to use the facilities at the rest stop. He had no idea where he was; he didn't care either. 

As he pulled into a parking space, the scene he saw as he closed that door returned. It had haunted him off and on, mostly on, since he left the house. His Marie was lying on her back with a huge black man between her legs, he was pumping away faster than he ever thought possible. His Marie, the one who gave him her virginity only four months before, was pumping right back with equal abandon. She was making the same small sounds she made for him. Now it appeared as if she was going to have to be someone else's Marie

His only thought was to leave; he could not live with a woman who would do this. 

He picked up a piece of mail and quickly wrote on the back: "If this is what you want you can have him. I won't have a cheating wife. You pay for the divorce." 

He threw his ring on it and left it on the hall table on top of his bags. He was out the door and on the way down the road soon after.

He had stopped three, or was it four, times for gas; each time grabbing a couple of cokes and something light to eat. Most of it was on the seat beside him still. His bladder was overfull.

After thinking about the problem for a while he decided that he needed to go back and confront Marie, he was not the type to run from a problem. Besides, he had worked too hard to get to this point his life to throw it all away. He called work and told the recorder he had to take time off for a family problem; he would be back on Monday.

It was between dawn and sunrise when he finally managed to pry himself out of the car, as he stood up the first punch hit him and knocked him out. Two men threw him onto the hood of the car and continued to beat him, without mercy, as he lay there. He was lucky he did not feel the rest of the beating. The men drove off in his car with all the contents of his pockets. They found it to be funny that he wet himself then proceeded to soil his shorts soon after. 

One of them commented on how "...they really beat the shit out of him." He was still on the hood as they drove off; to their continued amusement he slowly rolled off the hood of the car as they backed out. He bounced off the curb and lay still. As they left the rest area they rudely toasted him with cokes he had purchased before.

Ten minutes later a trooper pulled into the parking lot to investigate the report of some disreputable looking characters at that location. He found nothing to be concerned about until he returned to his car and saw a badly beaten man fifteen feet beyond where he parked. Had he been at any other angle he might have missed the feet that showed under the trash can.

Lewis died two times on the way to the hospital. He was revived both times. He was near death again as they wheeled him in. 

But, Lewis was a fighter, he survived. After ten days in an induced coma they began to bring him out. He was asked many questions; the blank looks he gave in return were not a good sign. He almost whispered "Cheating bitch." and soon screamed "NO!" really loud, and he moaned something about the love of his life being over. Everything else was incoherent moaning and sobbing.

The third day he was awake the doctor asked what he wished to be called. "I feel like I am known as Mark" he replied. The doctors pushed gently for a last name, but he said nothing else. So he became Mark, which in truth was his middle name.

The damage to his body was healing but his face was malformed, surgery made him look normal again.

Soon it became apparent that he was going to continue as he was for the duration. When the hospital could do no more for him he was sent to a psychiatric rehab hospital. A nurse named Nancy was able to befriend him and get responses to some questions, but he could not remember anything about his life before the beating. He still had the same terrible dreams; just a large black man rapidly pumping into a willing redhead. There were never any faces and many times the bodies were barely in focus. Much of the information revealed was recorded from mumblings as he slept. It was just not enough.

The day his room's air conditioner stopped working he revealed another clue. James Jones, the residential engineer, was a smallish black man. When James entered the room to make the repair, Lewis tried to climb out of his chair. The entire time he was screaming "You can't have my wife you son of a bitch. Get out of here and leave us alone!" 

James made a hasty retreat from the room. 

The staff had to sedate Lewis to calm him down. Over the next couple of days his nurse, Nancy, listened to the story about his dreams and managed to eventually convince him that it was not James who was in his dreams. The description of the man Lewis told her about, with his wife, was just too different to be James. 

The next week Lewis asked if he could speak to James. "I 'm sorry for the way I treated you the other day. I realize I was wrong about who you were and what I said."

"It's OK" was the only response.

The two men sat for over an hour and talked about a lot of things. James had to go home to care for his child, so his wife could go to work. They parted as friends.

On the way out of the building James stopped to report that everything was now good between them. As a last remark, one he almost didn't make, he reported that Lewis seemed to watch one redheaded nurse every time she passed by his room. The staff kept a close eye on him and saw it too.

They asked her to walk into his room and see how he reacted.

Nancy was there with him as she entered the room Lewis sat up straight and looked very angry. The redhead moved closer to him a little at a time, until he suddenly spoke. "How dare you come into my room after what I saw you doing with that man? GET OUT and leave me alone. I never want to see you again!"

The nurse turned and left as quickly as she could.

The entire episode was recorded by the closed circuit camera in the corner of the room.

He sat in his chair and wept great big, sobbing tears of pain. 

Nancy soon asked "Mark, who was that woman?"

He simply responded "That was Mary, the slut." He almost got the name correct.

"Are you sure about that? She looks like a nurse who works here named Lucy to me."

"No, I'm not really sure; in my dreams she had hair like that. Her hair was longer though. I can't seem to remember her face at all." 

The sobbing resumed.

Detective Paul Shields, had been working on the case since Lewis was brought into the hospital almost dead. He hoped that the new particles of information would give some insight into who this man was. After running all available missing persons reports, there were over five hundred with the name Mary making the report. When he added any known spelling variables too, there were over twenty five hundred cases to work through, if that was even her name. With a loss of memory like this he might not even be close to her name. The only real clue was a tiny tattoo inside his hair line, It was a small heart that red "MP/ 4 ever" In real life her name, before marriage, was Marie Peterson.

Somehow she was on the short list of persons who were sent copies of the tattoo. She had never seen it; her name moved lower on the lists when she did not recognize it.

Mark started to follow James around the facility some days. He always asked questions about what James was doing. Soon he was diagnosing problems and suggesting solutions as fast as James was able to. Many times James used Mark's idea instead of what he might have tried first; Marks's ideas were usually the best and fastest cure.

Since he was making so much progress on that front the facility fought to keep him there as long as they could. At least he might be able to find a job later. When Medicare, and the other sources, would not cover the cost any more they had to let him leave.

Nancy took him home with her; they trusted each other and were good friends by that time. She had three weeks of vacation saved up and used every bit of it to get him settled. To occupy his time he began to do little repairs for her; things she could not do, that were in need of doing since her husband died years before. Soon he was being asked to help her friends and neighbors too. He made some spending cash; most of which he never spent except to buy materials for his jobs. He was making a good name for himself in the neighborhood.

Before you think that Lewis and Nancy became lovers; that never was an option. The relationship was closer to mother and son. She was considerably older and he knew somehow that he was still married. He held his marital promises as a sacred bond to be treasured. In his mind it didn't matter if she was true to him or not. A promise was a promise. "If a man can't keep his word he is useless" he once said

Two years had gone by and Marie was getting nowhere with her search. The police had relegated the case to the cold case files, only to be visited when a John Doe turned up dead somewhere.

She decided to hire a private detective with her own meager funds; some of her friends helped too. The detective thought it was a good, cost effective move to soak the media and police hotlines with his picture and information. They would sit back and wait for a month or so to see if anything popped up.

Meanwhile he also followed up on the remains the stolen car. It was found burned in Miami, Florida a little bit more than a month after Lewis was left for dead. There were charge card purchases too. Mostly they were for food and gas. He noticed a pattern when pins were placed on a map. There was a week long period when all the purchases were in a small town about five hundred miles from Miami. The trail began shortly after the assault and ran directly to that town. Slowly the purchases stopped as the cards were beginning to be declined for various reasons. The few after the town headed toward Miami.

A PI he knew was contacted to check out the purchases around town. One man remembered when a former local boy was in town about the same time frame as the purchases; one day two of the cards he used were declined at the same time. The boy pulled out a small wad of cash and paid for their food. "Damn if he could remember that boy's name. OH, wait, Barbie Jo Watson had been hanging with him one evening."

Her daddy wouldn't talk to the detective until he said he was investigating a possible crime. Then he couldn't talk fast enough before he forgot the entire story. The man kept calling for weeks after with more details. 

Daddy knew the boy's name and that of his parents. He knew that the parents moved to Florida in shame over the actions of their boy. Another neighbor had their address, just outside Miami. You might think Daddy had a grudge working there?

The best clues were on the cell phone bill. The guys had called their friends; most of them would not talk or denied any knowledge of the calls. Those calls were all placed along the same general route as the charge card purchases. The very best clue was the call Lewis placed to his company. It pinpointed the location to a particular small area that included the rest area, right at the beginning of the trail the boys made. They knew he was alive and in good health at that time. 

All calls after that were from various places along the road to Miami, to people the assailants knew.

With this information he called the local barracks of the state police. The trooper who found Lewis had transferred to the other side of the state. Detective Paul Shields just happened to hear a conversation about how to contact the trooper when facts were repeated that sounded like his John Doe case. He asked if it was about the John Doe a few years back. After speaking with the PI he is certain of who he has been investigating. 

The two suspects had been released from the county jail the morning before. They had been serving ninety days for vagrancy, shoplifting and petty theft, etc. The prison took them to the county line and put them out with instructions to never return.

The phone lines were busy for the next few days with information sharing between the various parties.

Paul stopped to meet Nancy and show her the picture. The man was quite handsome; he did not look a lot like her friend Mark. She decided it was worth looking into since the changes could have been due to the attack and subsequent surgeries to make his face look normal. Without a photo to match maybe they just took a good guess.

Paul pulled the fingerprints they had in the file to compare to the ones from back east. They looked like a match to him. He sent them to the main print lab at the state police headquarters. Despite damage from some cuts and abrasions they concluded that they were from the same person.

Marie was asked to come in for a progress report Saturday morning, the last three weeks she had only called on Friday evening to be told they were still working on it. When she called on Friday this week the PI asked if she had time to stop in this morning. Thinking he wanted more information she reluctantly agreed. Her life was too busy with little time to waste on trivial things. He insisted that his man was to pick her up and bring her in to the office. She tried to protest. He explained that "...it would be better this way."

After sitting she was handed a sheet of paper. After turning it over her heart skipped a beat. On the page were two sets of fingerprints; one was labeled Insurance Agent Application, the other was labeled John Doe number 362. Stamped across the top of the page was the official stamp of her state police. She saw big letters close to the size of Chicago, she read the words "IDENTICAL MATCH". 

She looked up to see the smile on his face as it slowly disappeared. 

"Is he dead she suddenly blurted out? She stopped breathing for only a second before he responded "No". 

Why the bad look then? She started to cry, not sure why at the time.

"I'll tell you the basics as we know them now, details may change with time." he stated. "Please understand as I give you the details that he is alive and doing well, he was taken in to live with a friend. She is aware of the developments. He, however, is not.

She? He is living with a woman? Her heart sank.

The night he disappeared he drove overnight to get to a small town that I will tell you about at later date. He stopped at a rest area where he was beaten and robbed. Using the statements from his credit cards and cell phone the assailants were tracked to another town and ultimately to Miami, Florida. We know who they are and are trying to find them as we speak. I can't tell you any more on that subject until they have been arrested."

The state police found him shortly later. He died twice on the way to the hospital. Each time he was revived. The hospital placed him in a coma to allow his body to heal without his pain causing problems. After ten days he was allowed to wake. He had, and still has, little memory of his past life before the assault. Over time he has regained what he thinks are some memories, unfortunately they are some very bad ones." 

He paused to allow Marie to absorb the information.

She spoke up and asked, "What does he believe he remembers?"

"Remember he was badly beaten before he was found....He believes he walked in to find you having sex with a large black man."

"We expected that was what he meant in the note he left, he must have seen my sister and her husband in the guest room. They told me the door moved while they were in there. When I got home he had left his ring and the note on the envelope you have in your files."

Her mind drifted back as she explained what she knew and saw.

"I was a little later than I wanted to be due to an accident on the road out of town. I wanted to be there when he walked in the door. I wanted to introduce Lewis to my little sister and her husband, she and I look quite similar until you get to know us. She has a slight gap between her two upper teeth and my ears are slightly smaller. I also wanted to tell him we were pregnant. 

As I drove up our street he was flying out of our drive like he was being chased by the devil. He took the turn at the street on two tires, almost hitting my car. Before I was able to turn he was out of sight, I tried to phone him...he never answered.

I left message after message all evening and throughout the night begging him to return. I explained it was not me he saw. If he got even one message I have no idea." 




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She sat and wept until she suddenly sat bolt upright and screamed, "Late the next day some rude bastards called to torment me; I remember their laughter to this day. As they both laughed manically, one kept shouting REDRUM into the phone. They were copying that movie."

He filled Marie in on more minor details and offered to make the arrangements to reunite them. 

"We are only allowed to contact the police detective handling the case on the other end." he told me. "I 'm not allowed to disclose the location because they are afraid he will try to flee again if you contact him. When we meet him you can explain it all to him. We would like to have the meeting on Tuesday the twenty fifth. He has a regularly scheduled visit to the clinic for follow up on his care. Any deviation from his regular schedule has caused him to panic and shut down."

The last thing he did was to hand her another paper, on the back was written simply Mark in large letters. In much smaller and different handwriting she saw the words Lewis and Stevens on either side. Her hands were shaking too much to turn the page over. He slowly reached out and turned it over for her. It was a different man looking at her, but deep down she felt as if she could still see the face of the man she loved.

When it was over there were tears of confusion, of joy and just tears for the sake of crying. Marie tried to call her sister Anna, but couldn't complete the call. Anna called back to hear Marie crying. Suddenly Marie blurted out "Lewis" and broke down in tears.

Anna replied "We are coming" 

Then the phone went dead.

After calling back and not getting any answers she left three messages all saying they were on the way.

Two weeks later on a Monday, Marie, Anna and her husband Graham all met with the staff of the rehab center to plan for the next day. Someone suggested the best way to return Marie to Lewis's life was for her and Marie to walk into the session on a given signal at the same time. Each of them would be holding their own child. If Lewis was sent onto his condition by a bad shock, maybe a good shock would fix things. There would be enough attendants there to control the situation if Lewis didn't respond well.

The next day just after Mark finished telling the therapist, Dr, Bob Jones, how good he was feeling lately he heard a soft voice behind him saying "Lewis, please look at me." He turned to see two Maries standing there holding babies; one baby was white with red hair...the other was mulatto and also had red hair. Hr turned away in confusion.

One spoke again, "Please Lewis, look at us." It was the one with the white baby.

"I am Marie, my sister Anna is beside me. This is your, excuse me, our baby Lewis Mark Stevens JR. My sister is holding Rose Marie Johnson." At that moment Graham Johnson walked into the room and held his wife. 

He spoke softly, "You saw Anna and me that day in your guest room. We believe that is the day we conceived."

He just sat with a confused look on his face. You could see he was digesting the new information. No one spoke or moved. His baby giggled. 

Lewis slowly got out of the chair, walked up to the women and pointed at each as he said "Marie...Nancy. Nancy has a hole between her teeth and larger ears."

Then he pointed to his baby and simply stated "Mine!?" 

He returned to his chair and faced Bob to say confidently. "Marie has my baby, I need to go to work and sell some insurance." 

He followed a minute later with "Yup, need to get to work."

Lewis sat there for a bit more, then got up and walked over to Graham, held out his hand and said "My name is Lewis and my dick is bigger than yours. Welcome to my family."

No one said anything. Graham soon spoke "Might be? But, at least, we know they both work. Thank you and welcome to my family too."

Lewis seemed to be happy, he was restless though. After the short meeting time, the others left Lewis and Bob alone once more. They watched each other for a while before he spoke "Now, that was really something."

Bob nodded yes in response. "How do you feel about all this?"

"I'm confused; I need to think on this for a while. It is all so sudden. I always wanted to be a daddy, now out of nowhere I am one...so they say." He stopped talking and sat with a puzzled look for a while.

Many times he looked up and wanted to speak; then he went back to thinking again. Finally he slowly, thoughtfully asked "Can we prove it is mine? After what I thought I saw...I have doubts."

"Actually, we have taken the time to have some tests done to help you with that; if you can believe the results. A friend of mine is an expert in such things. Would you like him to come in?"

Lewis thought a bit and finally, with slight hesitation he nodded "Yes." 

"I have the results from your testing done much earlier, as well as the results from the testing of all five who came to see you today. I am going to give you this envelope; It contains the names of all tested. They are all assigned a symbol. You will find a circle, a rainbow, a pine tree, a car, a book, an apple and a thermometer. There are seven symbols because we also have a random sample from someone not in your group. No symbol is in any way related to any other, so there are no clues as to which belong together. Do you understand this so far?"

Lewis nodded an affirmative response.

Bob walked over to the door to call his friend into the room. "This is Dr Young; he is a top practitioner in reading DNA test results. These tests have been sealed in the envelope you see here. The envelope has seals on it to be sure no one has tampered with them. Each test inside is also sealed in its own envelope for the same reason. We want you to be as sure as you can be that the results are accurate."

Lewis gulped.

"Dr Young, we want you to read the results to these tests and determine if any of these people are related. Have you ever seen these before?"

"NO."

"Do you have any questions before we begin?"

"NO."

Not sure if Bob meant him too, Lewis also said "NO."

Lewis, please open the outer packaging. Inspect it as thoroughly as you like. Don't rush."

Lewis opened the outer package with much difficulty, it was really sealed tightly. He then pulled out one envelope and opened it too. Dr Young took it when offered.

He sat the results on an empty table. 

Lewis opened them all in whatever order he felt like. He noticed the Doctor set them down in a particular order. Sometimes he had to adjust the positions, but he kept going. When he was done he looked them over one more time and looked up with a smile on his face.

(If a chart helps you can make one here)

There was one on the top row all on its own; it was on the far right. The fourth result brought a frown, the last one made him smile like it explained the reason for the frown. There were four in the middle row; the two in the center were side by side. There were two more held out to the side a bit and the last two were each centered under the two pairs of results on each side of the middle row. I believe it all fits together like this.

The two I have placed together in the middle of it all appear to be siblings; maybe sisters. Certainly not brothers; there is a chance there could be one of each, but I don't think so.

The ones in the bottom row show combinations of the right and left pairs. I believe these are the children of each pair of results above. There are enough differences to know each child has at least one parent that is different. I see enough differences to be certain the other parent of each child is different too. That is the pair of parents above each child each have one child together, with no common parentage between the children."

Lewis walked over to the table and pointed to the left pair together. He pointed to the one on the bottom row, "Baby, Mom and Dad", as his finger moved back up. He did the same on the other side "Baby, Mom and Dad." 

"WHO is this?" he suddenly said pointing to the top row. 

"OH, that is one of the parents of this person." It was said as if the answer was a known fact to someone there.

Bob spoke, "Everyone sit in their chairs for a moment."

He stepped out to speak to his receptionist, then returned and sat. They waited until nurse Nancy was escorted in with a strange look on her face.

Bob walked over to her and whispered something in her ear. She sat there with a look of terror on her face, but did not move at all. Finally she began to cry and shook her head "Yes".

Bob simply "...asked on what date?"

She wrote it down as Bob indicated to do.

"Lewis, please match the symbols on the envelopes to those on the cards."

When he was done Bob began to open the envelopes from bottom to top.

The first envelope was Rose Marie. The two above her were Graham and Anna. 

We have one set of parents and their child."

All agreed with his declaration.

Next he opened the other envelope on the bottom row and it was Lewis Mark Stevens Jr. The one in the middle row next to Anna was opened to reveal Marie. Next to her was Lewis. "We have another child and both parents."

Lewis spoke up "The top card is my mother? She died when I was in college, along with my Dad." He was puzzled now.

Bob lay down the note, from Nancy, on his desk; as he asked Lewis his birthday. When Lewis started Bob read the same date off of the card.

Everyone looked toward Nancy who was crying, the old battleaxe of a nurse, who could wrestle the craziest of patients to the floor and hog tie them in 15 seconds flat, just cried. 

Lewis walked over and hugged her and said "MOM?" She hugged, not Mark but, her son for the first time ever.

At this point the story will be in the words of those involved because it will flow better that way. As stated above "A man with no memory can not tell a story."

It took a while. As soon as everyone was settled, she finally spoke. "There was a young doctor who claimed he loved me. We were engaged to be married when I became pregnant. He swore it was not his and left the area without leaving a trace. When I began to show I took a leave of absence for eight months. I put the child up for adoption. A well to do couple who could not have children took you, I did not want to know more. I delivered under general anesthesia; when I awoke you were no longer there. I would not even ask if you were a boy or girl. I only asked if the child was healthy."

Five years later I met the most wonderful man, his name was Mike. We married, but he was injured in the war and was not able to have children. I figured that was my punishment for giving you up. Please understand, I was left in a terrible position by my lover. An unmarried woman was considered the lowest form of life. I loved my job and would have been fired for cause. Without a job there was no chance for either of us to survive. Things are so different now."

We sat and held each other, and then we looked around and saw the doctors were gone from the room.

She spoke again "I liked to think, to dream, that all of my patients around your age were my baby. I feel closer to them that way; it allows me to break through the tough exterior I put on while I am here. I can listen to them and actually serve their needs better. I have learned over the years to let them go as they leave. 

When I saw your birth date I was beside myself with worry as to whether I could release you as I did the others. Will I need to do that?" 

"No Mom you won't. My life has been so empty for the last years, I could never turn you away even as just Nurse Nancy."

We sat and held each other until she spoke again. "Are you OK with all the changes in your life today?"

"I think so, but can I stay here for a few days until it all becomes real to me?"

Bob was back in the doorway and he said "I have arraigned it for the next week if necessary. Don't worry about the cost. You can decide when you are certain about how you feel."

The next day I asked for a meeting with Marie, we needed to talk. 

We sat in the garden area of the grounds and shared with each other the way we felt and how we remembered the events that seemed so long ago now. We spent hours apologizing for all the events that led up to my leaving. We both decided there was nothing we needed to forgive each other for. 

"I don't believe I can return to that house" I told Marie.

"I don't have many happy memories there" she confided.

"I bet they could use another nurse around here" I teased.

"You don't know? I have been a Physicians Assistant for almost two years. It was difficult without you there but I graduated Cum Laude and passed my boards the first time. I hear you are doing well for yourself with the home improvements here."

We held each other for a while basking in the sunshine.

"I like it here!" she admitted. "What will we tell Nancy about this?"

"OH, you haven't heard about that. She is my birth mother; I was adopted by my parents."

Marie's mouth hung open at that point. I gently pushed it shut. She sputtered "How? When? Why?" 

I explained as accurately as I could.

We set up a visit to see Anna and Graham over the weekend; they lived an hour north of here. We all went together in Nancy's car. 

After dinner we made the announcement that we were going to try being back together in the little town we had come to love.

Marie turned to Nancy and teased her "Now you can be there to give extra love to your grandson!"

The response was, "Grandson my ass, I see two children. They both need extra love." It was said with authority as the tears ran down her cheeks.

And so it was.



Decisions



Sandy was more than a little upset with herself as the early morning light brightened the hall. Her son had been due to arrive home from school late last night, and though she really wanted to be awake when he arrived, sleep had gotten the better of her. She thought about going to his room, to check on him, but then thought the better of that idea and retreating to her room, found her bathrobe and slowly made her way to the kitchen.

As she poured her first cup of eye-opener she thought about the past three lonely months and wondered how much, if any, she had crossed his mind. It had been a big adjustment for both of them when he had decided to enroll at State University, and though it was difficult for her, Sandy knew that it was the right thing for him if he was truly to pursue his life's dreams. But for her, it meant loneliness, and anguish, that her one and only was no longer there for her to take care of, to pamper, to fill her days with love and joy.

She sighed as she remembered their weekly telephone calls that she had made him promise to make, and he had faithfully done. Just the sound of his voice made her day, and as they got comfortable chatting, their conversations sometimes touched on things that, well, quite frankly sort of turned Sandy on. In addition to school, work, and his special projects, Sandy was a bit enamored by his personal life, specifically, his seemingly numerous girlfriends. Very rarely it seemed that he had the same one for longer than two weeks.

Being the overprotective Mom, Sandy queried him about who, and why, he seemed to go through them like some people do changes of shirts. He would just laugh and say, "None of them measure up to you Mom."

Somewhat taken aback by his revelation Sandy remembered eking out, "In what way?"

"In every way," he had replied immediately. "Smarts, looks, consideration of others... and well," here he had paused momentarily, "Being down right... sexy."

Not knowing how to answer that, Sandy simply chuckled and demurely said, "Well thanks... thanks a lot. It does your poor old mother good to hear something like that."

She was glad he wasn't there when he said that as even in denial, Sandy found herself blushing at such a compliment. When the conversation hinted at the sexual side of his relationships, though she felt a bit out of water, Sandy felt some unusual pulls and arousal as he would try and laugh off her inquiries, and conversation would, at least initially, become a bit stilted.

Then, a little over a month ago, he replied to her questioning with a remark that Sandy had mulled over, time again, each and every day since. "You know, Mom," he had said matter-of-factly, "What it boils down to, is that none of these girls could make love like a woman like you."

Sandy had been at a loss for words when he said that, and she found herself wondering where such a thought like that had come from. What did he know about her 'love' life, and what did he base such a remark like that on? She had given herself a bit of a sarcastic laugh as in reality her 'love' life was almost less than zero. If it weren't for that little silver bullet she kept in her bedside drawer, it would be zero.

She took pride in keeping herself in shape, not for anyone special, just as her own personal sense of what was right. As she thought about a response, he continued to surprise her. "Mom," he softly said, "I... ummm... have... a confession to make."

"A confession?"

"Yes. You know those light blue bikini panties, the ones with the matching lacey bra?"

Sandy took careful time in buying her lingerie, and again though it wasn't for anyone special, she just liked having things look right. "Yes?"

"I... uhhh... well, I took them... my last morning before leaving for school. They were on the bathroom floor after you had showered... and, well, I took them." 

Hearing that, Sandy immediately felt some deeper tingling... some deep, hidden urges, fighting to make their way to the fore. She had simply thought she had misplaced them, and had gone out to buy another pair when she couldn't find it. Never had it crossed her mind that, something like this had happened. "Whatever for?" she remembered asking rather meekly.

"To have something... something intimate of yours... to have with me... to feel you... close to me. They were a bit... soiled... and I loved having your scent... and... taste."

Sandy was reeling at his words... and she felt the rapid moistness dampening her panties. "I... I... don't know what to say?"

"And Mom," his voice got very low... hushed... as he continued, "I use them... "

"Use them?" Sandy's breath was coming in rapid, shallow gasps.

"Yes," he replied so soft that Sandy pressed the phone hard against her ear so as not to miss anything he had to say. "All the time... especially... late at night... when I'm lying here in my lonely bed, fantasizing... about... you... having you... so soft against my... rod... "

Unconsciously Sandy had let her hand fall between her legs, and she was rubbing herself with an intense vigor as she took in his words. "Oh Tommy," she gasped, "I... I... don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything Mom," he whispered, "Just... just think about what I just... shared with you. Please."

And Sandy heard the click of the cell and knew the conversation, for the moment, was over. She recalled the conversation, several times, and felt not only the deep, primal urgings, but found herself, wondering... thinking about her son in ways that she felt incredibly conflicted about. But it didn't stop her from using her silver bullet that night, several times, and each time she found her thoughts and fantasies filled with images of her son. And it was very good.

Sandy went to the gym three times a week with her best friend Jenny. On Monday, having had two nights and a day to think about her conversation, Sandy felt like she needed to share, at least some of it with Jenny to get some perspective, and perhaps advice. Taking their customary energy drink after working out, Sandy shared some of the night's conversation. Sandy was somewhat surprised by the rather beaming look on Jenny's face when she concluded by saying, "So, I'm kind of in a quandary as to how to respond, or what exactly to say when he calls again this week."

"It's natural," Jenny replied, "Natural that is for a son to have, and feel, sexual urgings toward his Mom. The real question revolves around you... what you feel, and think... about Tommy." Here she paused to lock her eyes with Sandy's and continued, "Do you want him... in that way... are your feelings for him... towards him... more than just a Mother's love?"

Sandy felt her cheeks burning as she hadn't shared her rendezvous with the silver bullet and her fantasies with Jenny. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want," Jenny said, "But if I'm as good at reading people's thoughts as I think I am, I already know your answer."

Was it really that evident? Was her want and desire to have her son... to let him have her, so, plain and evident as Jenny seemed to make it? As they got up to make their way to the shower Jenny leaned over and quietly said, "If you should decide the answer is no, call me up when Tommy gets home and let me know. He can fill my garden... and any other hole he wants to fill whenever he wants." Jenny winked at Sandy and hooking her arm dragged her off towards the locker room.

Sandy went to bed that night with varied thoughts swirling in her mind. The fact that her best friend wanted her son was a stunning revelation in itself, but her remarks, about 'more than just a Mother's love' reverberated in her soul. She had stripped naked, and reached for her silver bullet. As she brought herself to several orgasms she wondered what it would be like... him, naked, lying with her... the feel of his manhood penetrating deep inside her... the taste of him in her mouth, the thought that he might want to... tantalize her garden with his tongue.

Her orgasmic forays brought sleep quickly but she was jarred awake by the ringing of her phone. She glanced at the clock, 1 a.m., who could be calling at this hour? "Hello?"

There were several seconds of silence, and Sandy was about to repeat herself when Tommy's voice split the night. "Did I... wake you?"

"Ummm... no Baby, no you didn't," Sandy lied. "I was lying here reading a book. What's wrong, why are you calling so late?"

Again there was several seconds of silence before he answered. "Well... I was wondering... " he stammered.

"Wondering?" Sandy echoed.

"Yes," he replied, "Wondering if you had given any thought to what I shared with you the other night. And wondering if it made any difference as to whether I should make other plans for next week instead of coming home."

"Oh Tommy," Sandy blurted out, "Of course it doesn't change the fact that I want you to come home next week. I miss you Baby, and I want you here, at home, with me."

"What... what about... the other?" 

It was Sandy's turn to take several seconds to reply. "I... I... don't really know Tommy. It was such a... surprise... what you said... what you shared. Maybe, when you get home we can... talk about it. It's so... so very... complicated. You know?"

"Yeah... I guess so," he softly replied. "But Mom," here he paused, "Do you think... maybe... that... well... there's any chance you might... feel some of the things... some of the way... I feel for you?"

"Oh Tommy," Sandy gushed, "You know I love you... and want nothing but the best for you. It's just, well, complicated... My being your Mother and all. I mean, it's not something I really ever... considered... before... if you know what I mean."

"Sure Mom, I understand."

There was a long pause, lasting minutes instead of seconds. "Mom," whispered Tommy, "I... I'm using them."

"Using them," Sandy asked confusedly.

"Your panties... Your soft, light blue panties... I'm using them... right now... I'm stroking my throbbing cock, thinking about what it might feel like, buried deep inside you... and oh, God Mom... it feels so good." 

"Oh Tommy," Sandy said breathlessly. She ran her hands over her taut nipples, hefted her orbs in need, and let her hand roam to her now hot and very wet garden.

"I can see you Mom," Tommy said in halted words, "Naked, in the shower... damn Mom you're so fine. Curvaceous, sexy, such great breasts... and I love the landing strip above your lips... so damn sexy."

Sandy was riveted. She scrambled to find her silver bullet and began to work it up and down her lips, alternately probing herself as he talked. "Tell me more, Baby," she quietly spoke into the phone.

"Do you know how many times I wanted to walk into that shower with you? Or come into your room at night?"

"No Baby," Sandy purred.

"To feel you, your naked body next to me... to taste your succulent breasts... to burrow my head between those long, sexy legs... feasting on your nectar."

"Oh Tommy, Tommy," she gushed.

"I'm... I'm... cuming Mom... Oh God I can't hold it back... "

"I'm cuming too Baby," Sandy shrieked into the phone, "Mommy's cuming too... "

Her world exploded into a cataclysm of color and warmth. She rocked and thrashed about the bed reveling in wave after orgasmic wave of pure, unadulterated lust and love for her... son.

"Yes Mommy, yes... " shouted Tommy through the phone, "Fuck your Baby, Mommy... fuck me good... "

The seconds turned into minutes as Sandy tried to bring a calming to her quaking soul. As she began to come down from her orgasmic bliss the enormity of what just took place swept over her. She had masturbated, with her son... over the phone. And he too had done so... and she was simply... amazed. Oh there had been times, with other lovers where things were said, and things got a bit hot and heavy. But never anything like this. So alive... so vibrant... so intense... it was... wonderful. And for the moment, she felt no guilt... just wondering if it had been somewhat as good for him.

She didn't have to wait long to find out. "Oh Mom," a breathless Tommy spoke, "That was... incredible. I can't believe how much I shot over your panties... I've never come like that. My only regret is that I wasn't shooting it inside you... it seems such a waste."

Sandy smiled at the thought and wondered how his hot, thick spunk would feel deep inside her chamber. That's when she knew, no matter what... when Tommy got home... she would... have him... take him... fuck him as long and as often as he would like... and let the chips fall where they may.

"Tommy... it was... quite incredible for me too."

"Would you like me to call again?" he asked.

"MMMM... Baby... only if you feel the need... and want," purred Sandy... silently hoping he would, every night.

"Well, its finals week, so it might be... late, after studies."

"Whatever... whenever Baby... "

"Okay then," he said with a bit of regret in his voice, "I guess I should let you go so you can get some sleep... "

"Sleep well Baby," Sandy replied with more than familial affection in her voice, and let him click off into the night.

Sandy basked in the afterglow of her frenzied activity then soon drifted off to sleep. When the morning came, she felt the initial doubts come creeping in, and before long was hopelessly entwined with feelings of guilt and remorse. Though she couldn't deny her pleasure, the fact that she had engaged in things sexual, with her son, hung heavily on her mind. 

As the day wore into evening, Sandy's fears and misgivings multiplied. The phone call she had so deliriously wanted last night was now one she hoped wouldn't come. She had decided that what she had done was wrong, that as the adult she should have taken control, exerted a firmer hand and not let herself and her misguided son fall into such tempestuous waters. Though she dreaded the call, she felt, in her mind, that it was the right thing to do. To tell him it had been her fault, that she had been weak and given into her longings and needs that she had so long ignored. She would tell him to come home, that they would talk things over and set themselves on a straight and narrow path that would include not only rebuilding their relationship but help Tommy make new ones, with girls his own age that were more... appropriate for him. The problem was... what she held in her mind conflicted with what she felt in her heart.

The angst and emotions of the day must have got the better of her for when the phone rang at just after 1 a.m. she was asleep on the couch in the front room. Trying to gather her wits about her before answering the phone, Sandy took one long, last, deep breath and picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

"Hey Mom," Tommy said with youthful enthusiasm, "How are things? Did I wake you?"

"No... no, you didn't," Sandy at first lied, then decided to correct herself. "I mean yes, yes you did, I was asleep in the other room that's why it took a few rings before I answered."

"Oh," Tommy responded with concern now entering his voice, "Then... ummm... maybe I should let you go, so you can go back to sleep... and uhhh... we can... ummm... chat another night?"

"No... no Tommy," Sandy hastily replied, "I want to... ummm... talk, we uhhh... need to talk."

Sandy felt like an incredible weight had just sunk deep inside her. She was confronting her deepest fears, and suddenly felt as though she had neither the strength or will to go forward.

"Talk?" queried Tommy, "Okay... ummm... what about?"

Sandy let several seconds go by before she answered. "About us Tommy, about what I let happen last night and why we can't let this come between us."

"Mom?"

"No Tommy, let me finish. I can't deny what happened last night, nor to be truthful do I want to. It was wonderful, incredible, but... it was... wrong. I'm your Mother Tommy, not just your latest college conquest, needing her over active hormones taken care of. I love you Baby, more than you'll ever know but what we did, what I let happened, shouldn't have... "

"Why not Mom? If you liked it, if you enjoyed it as much as you say you did, and as much as I know I did... what's wrong with that? I love you too Mom... more than I can say... and, if you'll let me, in a way I can only say is the truest way I want you to know my love. I don't want a college conquest... I don't need a college girl... I need... and want... you Mom."

"Oh Tommy," Sandy started to reply.

"Mom, I have been away for almost three months now, and the main reason I left wasn't because of the scholarship or education, it was to let me sort out what I feel for you, and have felt for a very long time. If anything, these past three months have convinced me that if anything, losing you... or going on with my life, without you in it, is not what I want. And, I am going to do everything in my power to convince you, to show you that my love, my desires, my want and need for you is not only genuine, but is a love that can and will meet the test of time."

"What happened last night... what we shared last night could have only happened if you have some of the same feelings I have. Maybe you didn't realize it at first, that's why I tried to get you to think about things the other night so that when and if something happened... you would at least have been in touch with some of those emotions... some of those feelings... and... well... we could take things from there."

Sandy was amazed at his grasp of the situation, and how what he not only had gone through but how he was so mature and forth right in his thinking. "Tommy," Sandy tried one last time, "It's not that I didn't enjoy it, or that I haven't reveled in the feelings and longings you have ignited in me... it's just, well as your Mom... I can't help but feel that it's not right, a relationship between us would be... if not ethically, certainly morally wrong. Can you understand that?"

"Mom, we are two mature, grown adults... and what we want... who we want... is and shouldn't be anybody's business but our own. I don't tell others how to live, or who they should live with... but as for me and my life, I know what I want... I know who I want... and that is to spend my days living with, and loving, you. Don't say another word. Just tell me you'll think about it. I won't call again until I come home next week. That should give you plenty of time to sort things over, think things through, and then... we can take it from there. Okay?"

"Oh Tommy," Sandy stammered, "I really don't know what to say now, I feel so confused. But yes, for now, I promise you I will think things over, and then when you come home, we can sit down... talk them through... and come to some kind of... resolution."

"I can't ask for anything more than that Mom... Take care." 

And with that said, Tommy disconnected his phone.

Sandy had a long, fitful night of precious little sleep. Her dreams alternated between hot, lustful passions and eternal condemnations from on high for her foray with her son. When she finally decided to call it a night she dreaded what lay before her. It was Wednesday and her day to pick up Jenny and go to the gym. She could call and try and beg out of it, but she knew that wouldn't stop Jenny from either calling or coming over to find out the 'latest.' So begrudgingly she put herself together and headed out the door.

Jenny had not even closed the car door before she burst "Well?"

Feigning ignorance, Sandy echoed her friend, "Well, what?"

"Don't play that game with me Sandy," Jenny scolded her, "You know quite well what. What's the latest on the home front?"

Sandy sighed and then responded, "We've chatted... and agreed to sit down and talk things over next week when Tommy gets home from school."

"Chat? Talk?" an exasperated Jenny replied, "That boy wants to be over you like an elementary kid on a new monkey bar on the playground. What's there to talk about, either you're in... or you're out."




Decisions



"Oh Jenny it's not as easy as that and you know it," an equally exasperated Sandy countered. "He's my son... I'm his Mother... and... such things aren't... right. Are they?"

"If you're asking me to be your social conscience you already know where I stand. Hell, welcome him back, use him, play with him... and see where it goes. If nothing else you'll be getting 'some', and dare I say a quality 'some'... and who knows? Who cares what you choose to do in the privacy of your own home. You are both adults, and I am sure... Mother and son aside... you will both handle things in a mature, adult manner. Who knows... " and here Jenny leaned over and put her hand on Sandy's right thigh, slowly moving up and down the inside... drawing ever near... "Maybe... just maybe... you'll decide to... share."

"Jenny!" Sandy exclaimed, "What... what... are you... thinking?" 

"Well," a rather demure Jenny responded, not lessening her playing with Sandy's inner thigh, "If you decide not to have a relationship with Tommy, I'm dead serious about wanting to try... and fill the void. I have had some incredible, orgasmic pleasures ever since you first talked with me... and some even better ones involving you and me... sharing him."

Jenny cast a glance at her friend hardly believing what she had just heard. "I'm serious Sandy," Jenny said staring directly into her wide open eyes, "Dead serious."

Sandy was glad that the trip to the gym was relatively short as she couldn't quite think of anything to say as a response to what Jenny had just unloaded. She pulled the car into a spot and jumped out of the car and hurried towards the door with Jenny right on her heels. "Think about it Sandy... keep an open mind... and think."

As she went through her warm ups and exercises Jenny did just that. Think. Jenny touching her had not been an issue. They had shared some moments of intimacy together... initially the result of an evening of a bit too much wine and flipping through cable late one night to see clips and pieces of porn shows. They found that they enjoyed one another and had spent several more times together sharing and pleasuring one another. But this... oh man... this was a whole new level and playing field Sandy wouldn't have thought of in her wildest imaginings. Throughout the morning and on the ride home Jenny kept dropping hints and barbs about Tommy, her, and Jenny... such that when Sandy finally got home she was completely flustered.

"Now, not only am I thinking about my son... but him possibly having an affair with my best friend... or maybe even... the two of us."

The day seemed to drag all the longer as she continued to battle urges and feelings... thoughts and recriminations... but finally the evening arrived and Sandy made her way to bed. So boxed and bottled, she stripped naked, reached into her nightstand searching for her ever popular silver bullet and began a slow, languished affair with her favorite toy. She thought about Tommy... what it might be like... and brought herself to a climactic finish... as she felt her first orgasm wane she found herself thinking about Jenny... and her having Tommy... and to her surprise she was rewarded with an even more intense climax. But when she came down from that high, she found herself thinking about the two of them... and Tommy... and she proceeded to ratchet up an orgasmic frenzy that almost equaled what she had experienced the other night with Tommy over the phone.

Spent and exhausted, Sandy soon fell asleep... and woke up the next morning more refreshed and invigorated than she had for the past several nights. She made her way to the kitchen, where the coffee waited and pouring her a cup slumped down onto a chair.

Tommy was due home late Tuesday night... and for Sandy the days simply couldn't pass fast enough. Not only did her vexations continue, but Jenny had decided to be her 'moral guide' and between the crawling of the time... her confusion... and Jenny's pontificating... Sandy was about done in. The last thing Jenny said as she jumped out of the car Monday was "Call me when you can," leaving her with a devilish smile of lewd and lascivious proportions.

Sandy spent the afternoon continuing to mull over what to say... what to do... and how to handle his arrival. Tommy had kept his word and not called, even on their regular night to let her know what time he might get home. Because of classes, tests, and having to pack his room Sandy figured it would be late. Not really settled anymore in her mind's eye Sandy retired to her bedroom where she undressed... then pausing for a few minutes... continued to strip naked. She put her sheer blue robe at the end of the bed... giving her a glimpse into the subconscious workings of her mind... and her heart. 

Every car that passed, every noise outside the house had her up and reaching for her robe. But though there were many cars and a lot of noise... none of them were Tommy. Soon sleep overcame her and she fell asleep, naked, on top of her bed... 

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Sandy made her way quietly around the kitchen, and smiled as she passed the mud room. There, in two neat piles was Tommy's dirty laundry, and conspicuous on top of the pile nearest the doorway was her cum crusted light blue panties. She reached down and pulled them towards her, lifting them near, to smell. It was like an aphrodisiac... and she felt a nervous excitement running through her body. They were damp, sticky, like... they had been very recently used... and Sandy was overwhelmed by a desire to have his scent washed over her. She ran the sticky wetness over her breasts, down her midriff, and buried them between her now aching legs. Vigorously she worked them between her lips... and soon she was jerking to and fro with an intense climax.

She steadied herself on the dryer, and wondered, if maybe Tommy had used them, after seeing her, naked on her bed last night when he got home. "Oh I hope so," she thought to herself.

Sandy got one load ready, and started the wash then made her way back into the kitchen for some more coffee. She had picked up the panties, and as she sat on her chair, she thought of Tommy and teased herself with them. Sandy tried to map out what was going to happen this morning, what to say, and how to handle things. She felt a bit guilt having fallen asleep naked, knowing Tommy would think maybe... but then wasn't that what she was really thinking, just not wanting to admit it to herself? Why else would she have stripped herself naked, left herself so easily disposed... and alluring.

So many long and tortuous days had passed so excruciatingly slowly... and yet Sandy was no clearer in her mind's eye as when she first told Tommy they needed to talk. Tommy's sensible maturity, Jenny's ceaseless badgering, and her own winsome longing and loneliness... oh God, what to do.

She heard some shuffling down the hall and knew Tommy was heading for the bathroom. When she heard the shower come on she thought it best to slip down the hall to her room, get some clothes on, and then see if Tommy might want some breakfast. But Sandy came up short in the hallway as she drew near the bathroom. The door was partially open, whether by accident or design, and Sandy got her first real look at the budding man her son had become. Her first thought was when did my 'little boy' grow up? He had only been gone a little over three months but over that time he had really changed. But then, her thoughts were not as erotically deigned as they were now. She scanned his lean, athletic body and now understood Jenny's desires. 

Her thoughts became much more prurient and exotic as she let her eyes drop to his now firm and erect manhood. She let her pent up lustful feelings loose, her body was tight, alternating currents of heat and desire ran rampant. She stood, transfixed, staring at his body, his manhood, and watched in fascination as Tommy soaped up his very hard rod, and slowly began to stroke himself. She started towards the door, she wanted desperately to touch him, to help him, to feel his throbbing monster and his tantalizing body next to her... but something held her back. She listened, as Tommy began to moan, softly he whispered her name, and then he brought himself to a shattering climax and Sandy watched in fascination as load after load of his thick spunk shot into the air.

She retreated towards the kitchen, having forgotten her initial reason for being in the hall and waited. Several minutes passed and she heard Tommy make his way back into his room. More than a little disappointed that he hadn't come to the kitchen or greeted her yet this morning, Sandy plotted. She went into the mud room, put the first load of clothes into the dryer and started the second load. Then she headed back down the hall.

Taking her que from Tommy, Sandy left the bathroom door slightly ajar as she stepped inside, and shirked off her robe. Setting the water she stepped inside, determined to present herself in a most lascivious fashion. She took her time letting the hot water run over her. As it did, Sandy thought about their conversation the other night... "I can see you Mom... Naked, in the shower... damn Mom you're so fine... " 

"Can you see me now, Tommy," Sandy wondered as she lathered herself, "Are you watching me now," she whispered.

She took her time, fondling and cuddling her breasts, again hearing Tommy's voice, "... Curvaceous, sexy, such great breasts... and I love the landing strip above your lips... so damn sexy." As she found her inner thighs and garden, she let her arousal quicken, thinking back to how amazing Tommy had been while showering.

She gushed as her antics brought her to fruition, so hard was her climax she needed to put out her arm and steady herself before letting the water once again run over her, rinsing away the soap. As she stepped out onto the carpet, dripping wet, searching for a towel she felt disappointment waft over her. She had hoped that maybe Tommy would take her offer... and... well... But Sandy soon found reason to smile when she noticed the door had been fully opened, letting her know that what she had hoped, in part, had come to pass. Tommy at least had been interested enough to watch her.

As she toweled herself off, lost in thoughts of the next move, she thought she heard Tommy calling. Stepping out into the hall, she did hear Tommy, and yes, he was calling "Mommy... ohhh Mommy."

She stepped across the hall and poked her head just inside his door. She was glad she hadn't said anything, for when she looked inside, Tommy was lying on his bed, sheets partially pulled up... and Sandy was once again given an insight to her son... his needs... but better yet, his desire... 

The air was electric... filled with erotic passions that Sandy thought had long ago been left behind. She could see the tenting of the sheet his manhood formed, watched him working his wondrous cock, vigorously, as he kept repeating, "Mom... oh God Mom... "

The time for words was long past... it was time for actions to speak louder than words... so Sandy discarded her towel in the hall... and quickly, quietly made her way across the room. She knelt at his bed, slipping her hands under the sheet... placing them above his... and slowly began to work the throbbing member she had only just dreamed about... but now... now... had time to know... to pleasure... to experience.

She slipped away the sheet, tilted the massive rod towards her, and lowered her mouth over him. She felt his hand on the back of her head, gently guiding her... and she knew... SHE KNEW. They were stepping over bounds... traversing deep waters... and there could be... would be... no turning back.

Sandy greeted her son's thick mushroom head with her tongue and was rewarded with a thick, overflowing of precum. She sucked on his head for several seconds inducing more of his sweet nectar to tantalize her tastebuds. She then lightly closed her teeth just beneath his crown and slowly worked up and down the length of his throbbing, hard monster. She couldn't believe not only his length, but girth... so arousing. Tommy showed his appreciation by grasping the side of his bed with either hand and groaning loudly, "Oh Mom... fuck Mom."

Sandy slipped one hand on his hairy chest, and coddled his balls with the other as she continued to massage his meat with her mouth. As she worked his rod, deeper, and deeper into her mouth she took him... and when she though she had maxed out he roared, "I'm cuming... dear God Mom... I'm... cuming... " Sandy not only welcomed his spunk but was amazed at the copious amounts of his golden seed. Two, three, four... she lost count of the number of loads he delivered... and though she tried valiantly to take all he gave her, soon it was overflowing... running down her chin and dripping onto her breasts.

She couldn't believe how wonderful he tasted, nor how aroused she had become to know she was now baptized with his seed. She cleaned and licked his thick, now semi-erect member, as Tommy fought to regain control of his quaking body.

Tommy lifted her from between his legs, and gently guided her to the bed. "Your turn now Mom... " he said in a soft, tender voice.

He slowly rolled her over, widened her legs... and began to slowly lick the inside of her thighs... first one... then the other... as he drew near Sandy's wet, hot lips... he suddenly rose and finding her fullness, began to lick the overflow of his seed from her breasts. Sandy had never experienced anything so erotic. Then he softly kissed her lips as he fingered her slit, gently slipping one, then two fingers inside her entrance which caused Sandy to gasp in surprise. Sandy loved the softness of his kisses... the taste of him on her lips... the gentle way he was arousing her already wanting passions.

He slipped his tongue between her lips and drew her into him... and Sandy was reeling... lost in the amour of the moment... the erotic, passions that she felt were washing over them... and her undetered desire to experience more, to experience all, of the love her son... Tommy... had to share.

He quickened the action of his fingers thrusting in and out of her, and she began to shudder, and tremble... Sandy knew the excitement of the moment would soon overwhelm her. Tommy sensed it too... and cascading down her neck with butterfly kisses, softly whispered in her ear, "Not yet Mom... but soon... " and lightly, quickly traversed her breasts, her abdomen... and in a wink buried his head between her legs. He fondled her fullness with his sticky, wet fingers as he explored the length of her slit. Teasing her entrance with probes of the tip of his tongue, Sandy quaked and moaned in delight. He found her hardened clit and sucked it greedily as he continued to tweak and pull her nipples and cup her full, firmness. He took his time, exploring every fold, every crack and crevice of her aching lips... and soon... was eating his way to her heart... and she exploded in delirious delight... arching her back, screaming in joy... and breaking off orgasm after climactic orgasm... rubbing her garden... grinding her garden against his face.

Sandy couldn't believe the height of her glory... nor could she ever recall being so full of joyful passion. Tommy drew her knees up, kissed her gently on the lips... where she tasted herself on him... and it was... good. He brushed his chest against her overly excited nipples, and Sandy felt his thick head slowly penetrating her flaming hole. "Oh Baby," Sandy purred, "Oh Baby... come to Momma... give it to me Baby... Love your Mommy... "

And he did. Slowly... languidly... gently... he made love to his Mom... to Sandy... and loved her in a way... she had never known... nor could she have imagined. Slowly he teased her entrance with his thick, hard head... as he pushed himself deeper inside her garden, Sandy tightened her muscles around his girth... urging him deeper... begging with her body for him to ravage her... take her... use her... to his and her delight. As he made his way inside her deepest chamber, he played with her beauties... kissed her taut nipples... whispered sweet words of love and encouragement as he thrust into her... seeking her depth... seeking her soul... wanting to steal her heart. And Sandy let him... wanted him... forever gave herself to him... in the wrestlings of their bodies, souls, and minds.

Sandy couldn't imagine him getting any bigger... or harder... but as he quickened his thrusts... as his whispers of love turned into moans and groans of ecstasy... she could feel him expanding... and Oh God... she wanted him... deep... deep... inside her... wanted to feel the explosion of his hot golden seed within her walls... wanted the joy and ecstasy of riding his rod... returning his love... as they fought for... sought the stars. One last sweat soaked cry of hedonistic delight... Sandy's walls felt as though they had been torn asunder... when she knew... SHE KNEW... she had gone to where only a few had traveled... and as they rocked and quaked... as their bodies joined as one... so too did their hearts and souls. As load after precious load of his hot liquid filled her... Sandy felt as though she were traversing the heavens... and hoped beyond hope this love... this feeling would never end. Out of control... beyond belief... Sandy convulsed... and moaned her delight on the end of the only man she could say she had truly loved... and been loved in return... He no longer was her Son... she knew that... but he was oh so much... so much more than she ever dreamed... 

Exhausted... spent... like a rag doll tossed away... Sandy collapsed onto the bed. "Oh Mom," Tommy whispered, and gently rolled her onto her stomach. 

He lifted her hips, kneaded her cheeks... and Sandy felt the hard thick head of his cock as it spread wide her rose bud. She couldn't believe his stamina... nor his ability to be... so hard... for so long. She had never been used like that... and though she wondered... she felt no intrepidation in the gentle hands of her lover. "I'll be careful Mom," he whispered... almost as if he were reading her mind.

Carefully he kneaded her buttocks with his strong, yet gentle hands. With his thumbs he expertly worked around her bud, stretched by his massive head, yet giving way as he played with her. He would work his thick, hard rod gently into her anus, then pull back to almost out. Their love juice served as a natural lubricant having dripped down her crack and pooled between her legs. After several such forays, he leaned near her ear and whispered, "I know something that will help."

Extracting his cock, Sandy felt the warm, gentle touch of his tongue as he brought it up from her slit, around her bud, softly probbing, tasting her as he moistened her even more. The sheer eroticism, the thought of her son making love to such a forbiidden zone sent shivers of lust and pleasure wafting through her body. When he had spent several minutes further preparing her, he once again opened her with his thumbs and eased his head inside her.

This time he slipped in, as if she were made for him and slowly, yet ever so gently Tommy began to gain deeper entrance into Sandy. "Does it hurt?"

"Just a little, but please don't stop," Sandy quickly replied, "It... it feels so good... and... and I want you Baby... I want you deep inside me... that's where you belong."

It never reached the animalistic, heated thrusts of their inital love making, but Sandy could feel him growing, and marveled how good it felt as he kept probing her ever deeper. She found herself responding in kind, as he plunged into her, she offered herself up to him and together them began to find a gentle rhythm. She felt his thick rod expanding now filling her even more... and in anticipation... in zealous, lustful glee, Sandy could feel herself ever rising. He cupped her breasts and gently rocked in and out... and as he squeezed her babies hard, she heard him cry out, "Oh fuck... "and spurt after wonderful spurt of his thick spunk filled her ass with his seed. Sandy couldn't believe her ecstasy... the novelty of their love making had once again brought her to a heightened climax of not one... not two... but several orgasmic explosions.




Decisions



When they collapsed again, together... onto the bed, Sandy wondered if their time was passed. But Tommy didn't take long to turn her over, adorn her with kisses, and let his hand roam her eager and willing body. Sandy lost track of how many times they made love that day. She couldn't believe it. As the brightness of the day... gave way to the shadows of the evening... they were still making love. Exploring exotic postions... pleasuring one another as only lovers know how... and sharing and giving themselves to one another. 

Sometime in the early evening hours, Sandy reached for her phone. Tommy looked at her with a quizzical expression. She smiled, and placing her finger on his lips, she quietly said, "Shhhh... "

When the phone on the other end clicked, and Jenny answered "Hello?"... Sandy simply said, "I have something... and someone... I want to share with you. Can you come over?" 

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