10 comments/ 107136 views/ 14 favorites Discovering Mum By: dead_city_lights It started out as a Saturday like any other. When I awoke I had a slight hangover from a night out with my university friends, my temples throbbing and mouth dry. I hate hangovers and for some reason always end up feeling quite horny on the morning after a heavy night out. I was therefore very glad when I remembered the house would be empty; at least until I could get myself pulled together. My dad was out of the house playing golf with his work friends and mum was out at the local supermarket getting in the weekly shop. I left my bed and headed for the bathroom, dressed only in my t-shirt and boxers, not concerned at the slight tent in the front caused by my half hard morning erection. I knew I had the house to myself as I moved across the upstairs landing so didn't need to hide my boner. Standing over the toilet I relieved myself awkwardly, finding it difficult to manage my semi-erect cock. I hoped that taking a piss would stop me from getting a full morning boner but knew in all probability I'd be walking around with a raging hard-on before too long. Moving to the sink I splashed some water on my face and cleaned my teeth, stopping on the way out to look at myself in the bathroom mirror, thinking that I looked pretty dreadful in my hungover state. At 19 years old I'm reasonably tall, around 5'10" and have a decent build, not muscular but not too skinny either. My dark hair was a tangled mess that morning and I was sporting dark circles under my eyes. I was now also sporting the full-blown erection I had been expecting. I left the bathroom whilst adjusting my boxer shorts awkwardly, hoping that they might better accommodate the throbbing 7.5 inches of my cock. I toyed with the idea of taking them off altogether and easing my discomfort. With mum and dad both out of the house I could conceivably walk about nude if I wanted to. Mum always went shopping on a Saturday morning before visiting my aunt for a chat and a coffee that usually lasted until lunch time. As it was only 10.30am I knew I had at least an hour if not more before she was back. The weather was fine and dad's round of golf would see him out of the house until well after 6pm. Discounting the idea of stripping my boxers off I decided instead to get myself some orange juice, hoping to take the edge off my hangover. I went downstairs and though the lounge to the kitchen, hoping there would be enough orange juice left. Thankfully there was and I poured myself a glass. I settled down on the couch in the lounge, adjusting my boxer shorts to give my stiff cock more room. I glanced down at the coffee table to the side of the sofa whilst I set my glass down, seeing a picture of my mum from a recent holiday she had been on with a female friend she worked with. I couldn't help thinking how nice she looked in that picture. My mum is 48 years old, but looks younger thanks to a bubbly personality and a youthful face. She is 5'6" tall with curly red hair that reaches her shoulders, smooth pale skin and very few wrinkles that might betray the fact she is nearing 50. My gaze lingered on the photo; mum sitting at a beach front café, smiling in a broad sun hat, red spotted two piece bikini with a sarong wrapped around her shapely legs. I noted the hint of thigh visible between the folds of the fabric. Her body is still firm and slim with curvy hips, a round yet firm rear and ample 32dd breasts. I would often secretly admire my mum's tits; taking any opportunity to look at them when I knew she wouldn't see me. She always wore nice tops that showed her breasts off well and they struck me as still being firm despite their size and her increasing years. I often found myself wondering what her breasts would look like when she was naked. For that matter, I often found myself wondering what the rest of her body would look like when she was naked. I could feel my cock begin to throb a little harder, swelling further against the fabric of my boxer shorts as I looked at the picture, paying particular attention to the swell of my mum's breasts in her bikini top. Looking away, I turned on the television with the remote control, trying to clear my aching head. Feeling slightly guilty, as I always did when I caught myself thinking of my mum that way, I raised the cool glass to my lips. I sipped my orange juice and tried to concentrate on the picture on the screen. I tried to put the image of my mum in the bikini out of my mind as I watched the show, but finding myself unable to focus on anything else. My cock was rigid now, its 7.5" length bulging in the front of my boxer shorts and making me shift uncomfortably. The pressure of the fabric against the aching head my hardness impossible to ignore and the scantily clad girl band suddenly dancing and gyrating around on the Saturday morning music show on television wasn't helping. My headache was pounding behind my eyes as I drained the glass of orange juice, my decision already made. A surge of excitement rushed through me as I decided what I would do; an almost childlike thrill at the prospect of being naughty whilst alone in the house. I stood up, unfastening the flies of my boxers to let my hard prick poke through. I paused momentarily at the side of the couch before leaning forwards to snatch up mum's holiday picture from the coffee table. My member stood out at 45 degrees, waving in front of me as I moved quickly out of the lounge and back upstairs. I didn't even turn off the television, which blared music at my back, as I hurried from the room. Taking the stairs two at a time I could feel my excitement build further and by the time I reached the top I almost felt giddy. I waited outside the master bedroom which my mother and father shared, savouring the delicious moment of excitement as I reached slowly for the door handle. It opened with a click and I could smell the light, fragrant scent of the bedding wafting out to me as I stepped inside. The blinds were still drawn across but the room was nonetheless fairly bright, the secrecy afforded by the blinds adding to the sense of naughtiness and taboo clandestineness as I looked around the room. The bed was off the wall to my right as I entered the room with a bedside table on either side, the mirrored front of the built in wardrobes showed my reflection on the wall to my left. Opposite were the windows at the front of the house, overlooking the driveway, the vertical blinds pulled across. Beneath the windows was the dresser. It was white with 6 deep drawers. The right three drawers belonged to dad and the left three were my mother's. They were the target of my attention as I crossed the room, kneeling down in front of the dresser and quickly slipping off my boxer shorts. I put the picture down to one side, facing me, where I could see it, an opened the bottom left dresser drawer. My pick throbbed as my eyes fell on the drawer's contents: mum's collection of underwear, all jumbled together in the deep drawer. My hands reached out, shaking slightly as they neared where my mother's underwear lay displayed before me. The drawer wasn't organised in any particular way; a topsy-turvy mass of panties, bras and tights of different colours and styles. There were also thongs and skimpy G-strings and a sizeable collection of stockings, garter belts and nylon holdups. The idea that my mother wore such skimpy underwear and stockings and suspenders was incredibly exciting to me. I breathed deeply as I scooped out a handful of garments, knowing the disorganised nature of the drawer meant I could put the pieces back later without her noticing. My cock pulsed and ached as I laid the underwear out in front of me, resting on one side with my back to the door as I separated each piece out. There were two pairs of knickers; one a pair of black cotton briefs and the other a lacy pair of white panties with the feel of soft silk. I also had the matching white lace cupped bra for the white panties and placed it beside them, feeling the metal under-wiring that would lift and contain my mum's large heavy tits. I glanced back to the photograph and imagined how her breasts would look nestled inside the lacy bra on the floor in front of me. I reached down and separated two pairs of tights; one pair tan, the other a light off-black colour. The nylon of her pantyhose felt incredible in my hands as I reached down and a low moan escaped my lips thinking about her pulling those tights over her legs and pantied pussy and arse. Another moan left me as I saw a seamed black stocking spilling over the lip of the drawer and my eyes bulged along with my throbbing cock as I reached out and pulled it free with one hand. My other hand reached for my stiff member as I fondled and played with the assorted undergarments on the floor in front of me. I glanced back and forth between the photograph and the underwear as I began to rub my cock, pulling back my foreskin and beginning to wank myself. Breathing hard now, I imagined my mum in her underwear; picturing her in each combination and piece as I stroked my hard prick. The image of her in the black seamed stockings raced around my head as my wanking grew faster. I groaned to myself as my fist pumped up and down. My other hand dug around in the underwear drawer once more, pulling out a very small black sheer nylon thong that I brought up under my nose and against my mouth. I thought about her pussy rubbing against the gusset of that thong when she wore it, rubbing the tiny garment against my lips and half closing my eyes whilst I continued to masturbate. My mind was filled with the image of her in that thong, those black stockings and a pair of high heels, bending over; posing for me. In my mind's eye I could see her sexy round buttocks framing the tiny sting of the back of the thong. Precum oozed and leaked from the tip of my straining dick as I continued to wank, pausing only to use one finger to rub the sticky clear fluid all over the head of my cock. I shivered and tightened my grip, stroking up and down once more. "Oh mum....." I groaned softly, feeling my prick begin to tremble, my orgasm drawing closer and closer. A loud clattering filled my ears, making me jump and turn in surprise. I scrambled to my feet, turning to face the source of the unexpected noise, my hand moving away from my trembling prick. My breath caught and I gaped in alarm as I saw my mother standing in the bedroom doorway, the contents of her handbag littered around her feet where she had dropped it in shock. My mind raced as I tried to fathom how this could have happened. Did I sleep longer than I had thought? Was my watch wrong? Why was she here? Then, painfully, I remembered... My aunt was on holiday for two weeks. Mum hadn't been due to visit her today after all. From upstairs and with the blinds drawn I hadn't been able to see her pull into the driveway or get out of the car with the shopping bags. With the television left on downstairs I hadn't heard her enter the house or come up the stairs after putting the groceries away. I stood dumbstruck, frozen in alarm at being discovered; eventually mumbling and stammering as the realisation of what my mother was seeing sank in. I watched as her eyes moved from my pink flushed face down to my still rigid cock and then down to the floor. She let out a little gasp as she laid eyes on the open underwear drawer and its spilled contents and another as she caught sight of her photograph set out beside them. Her face was a mask of shock, mouth part opened. I saw her eyes widen when they returned to my stiff organ and I tried to cover my erection with my hands. I was sweating with panic as she took a small, hesitant, step forwards into the room. My eyes swept her up and down from head to heels, not knowing where to look but knowing I would be unable to meet her gaze. She was dressed smartly as always, wearing a black mid-length skirt and matching jacket with a white silk button front blouse. Her legs were clad in natural coloured tan nylon and she wore black 4" heels on her feet. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel the crimson in my cheeks spread down across my neck and chest; but still my raging erection refused to subside. She drew closer and I chose to look meekly at the floor. "I'm sorry....I....' I began to mumble, waiting for the explosion of anger and outrage that I was sure was building in her. Still she said nothing. I took small shuffling steps forwards, turning slightly away. I meant to move quickly past her and back to my own room but she met me in the middle of the bedroom floor. She stood right in my path, her hands on her hips. "Look at me," she said sternly. "Right now." I stood, trembling with fear and with my heart pounding and crashing in my ears, slowly drawing my gaze up my mother's body. I slowly lifted my head, still mumbling apologies and promises to clean everything up. My stare moved up her legs, past the curves of her hips, her tummy and up past her breasts to finally look her timidly in the face. She was breathless, chest rising and falling heavily in her blouse, and her cheeks were flushed. In her 4" heels she was as tall as I was and we were face to face, separated by no more than 2 feet as we looked at each other. I was surprised to see that her face had softened and she no longer wore the shocked expression that I had caught a glimpse of earlier. Nor was her expression angry or stern. There was something almost mischievous in her eyes. "Mum?" I managed, confused. "I'm sorry I....." "Ssssht." She soothed, raising a finger to my lips while her eyes looked down to where my hands were cupped in front of my stiff cock. "Don't be sorry. It's ok." She said breathlessly. She suddenly stepped closer, one finger still pressed to my lips, her other hand dropping down to knock my hands away from in front of my cock. I tried to step back, surprised by her actions, but she pressed herself close against me, making be freeze in surprise; like a rabbit in headlights. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she moved her hand from my mouth to hook around the back of my neck. "Mum!" I gasped, feeling her other hand reach out and touch my hard dick. Her fingers worked around my throbbing shaft while I stood frozen in disbelief. My arms wouldn't move, hands slack by my side as my mother pressed herself up against me, fingers grasping my cock. I couldn't speak and stood bewildered as she pressed her mouth against mine. Her tongue snaked against my lips while her fingers closed more tightly around my cock, squeezing it gently. I protested for a moment, trying to pull away, but she held me firm with my prick throbbing in her hand. "I said it's ok," she whispered in my ear. "Just relax." Her voice was breathless, a husky whisper in my ear that broke my paralysis. I reached around her, hesitantly at first, then more boldly. She moaned as my hands went to her body. She gasped in my ear as my hands grasped her buttocks through her skirt, feeling the outline of her panties as I kneaded the round globes of flesh. We panted and moaned together, bodies pressed against one another. She kissed me again and then pressed her lips to my neck as our hands roamed over one another. I heard her let out a gasp as I pressed her up firmly against the mirrored doors of the built in wardrobes, one hand moving down under the hem of her skirt, the other roaming across her heaving chest. My hand moved higher, up between her legs under her skirt, moving over her thighs, feeling the smoothness of the nylon. She opened her legs more for me, letting me move my hand higher. I paused as I reached the top of her thighs, groaning as I felt the lace tops of the stockings she wore. There were no suspender straps, telling me they were hold ups and my cock leapt again at the thought. She removed my t-shirt, pulling it hastily over my head as I fondled her stocking tops with one hand, the other fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. Breathing hard, I tore at the fabric, opening her blouse to reveal her full round tits. They were held tightly in a black lace edged bra, her cleavage full and alluring. Her breasts rose and fell heavily, perspiration glistening in the deep valley of her cleavage as she gasped against my neck. I could see the outline of her nipples, standing up against the thin material of her bra and stiff with excitement. I reached out with both hands, rolling the long fat teats between my thumbs and forefingers, cupping her ample breasts with my palms as I did so. She shuddered and moaned, grinding her arse around against the mirrored wardrobe door and breathing hard. I felt her shudder and she gasped as I tugged and rolled the stiff peaks of her nipples, watching her as her eyes rolled in her head. She reached up and took my hands, pushing them from her hard nipples and down to her thighs. She slid her hands up her legs, bringing my hands and her skirt up with them, revealing more and more of her parted thighs as I looked down. Her skirt rose higher and I licked my lips as I saw the lace detail on the top of her tan holdups and the gusset of her black silky knickers come into view. Pressing myself more firmly up against her I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband of her knickers and tugged downwards, gently at first, then harder. She shivered against me, her hands at her sides and palms flat against the mirror behind her while I worked her panties down. They peeled slowly away from her already wet pussy as I pulled the waistband further down. My mouth was dry with excitement, my breathing ragged as I looked down, past her breasts and between her legs. She wiggled her backside against the glass, working her legs to let her knickers fall around her ankles. Her pussy was framed nicely by a prominent little mound and her pussy lips pouted wetly between wispy tufts of her pubes. Her pubic hair was thick but trimmed and I could see how puffy her lips were, swollen with arousal and glistening moistly, flushed a deep pink along their inner edges. Her clitoris was also easy to see. It was large and erect with her arousal, peeking out under its hood. She pushed me back, her hands on my chest. It was playful at first and then firmer, making me step back. I watched as she advanced, still pushing me backwards. She shrugged off her blouse and then unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She posed demurely in front of me, hands on her waist with one hip stuck out to the side. "So," she began. "What do you think of your old mother?" My eyes travelled up and down the length of her body. My cock throbbed, jutting out and pointing straight at her while my eyes roamed over her curves. I looked at the movement of her heavy, full breasts as they rose and fell in the tight fitting bra; up and down the length of her nicely toned legs in their sexy nylon holdups; to her wonderful dainty feet in her incredible 4" heels. My gaze lingered longest between her legs tho, taking in the unbelievable sight of my mother's wet pussy. "Mmmmm mum!" I panted, tearing my eyes from her cunt to her face. "You're fucking gorgeous!" I was breathing hard as the words tumbled out, any sense of eloquence overwhelmed by my rising lust. My gaze dropped between her legs once more and I was unable to look away as her pussy glistened invitingly in front of me. She walked forwards towards me once again, hips swaying sexily, and I finally looked up as she began to speak. "We have all afternoon before your father gets home," she breathed. "And I'm going to take such good care of you. Starting right now!" We embraced once again, tongues snaking together as we kissed, her fingers finding and rubbing up and down the length of my engorged cock. She eased me onto the ground, both of us dropping to the floor at the foot of the bed. I was on my back, cock sticking up in the air, my head resting in the pile of her underwear I had pulled out earlier. Discovering Mum My mum dropped down too, straddling me with knees either side of my waist. I looked down between her parted thighs to where her cunt was hovering inches above the tip of my swollen cock. She shook her head girlishly and reached up to tussle her hair, making some fall sexily over one side of her face while she reached behind her to unclasp her straining bra. I groaned, hips pushing upwards automatically as I saw her weighty tits fall forwards, swinging free. They were full and round, still as firm as I had always suspected and hoped. They wobbled alluringly above me as she leant forwards slightly, parting her thighs a little further and lowering her pussy until I could feel the heat of her slit just above the tip of my cock. Her nipples were large, deep pink against the pale skin of her breasts, with long thick teats that were stiff with her excitement. She gasped and moaned as I reached up to grasp the round orbs of her tits, feeling her nipples press into my palms as I massaged and squeezed. Looking down, I could see her reaching under herself, between her parted legs. With one hand she slowly spread the wet lips of her pussy. Precum bubbled on the tip of my throbbing organ as I watched her gently open her hot damp slit for me to reveal the deep pink wetness within. She gripped the base of my cock with her other hand, fingers wrapped tightly around me making me groan. My breath caught and I moaned loudly as I felt her lower her open pussy down just a fraction. We both let out gasps as she slowly began to sweep the head of my prick up and down between her parted cunt lips. I could feel the hot wetness of her pussy as she rubbed my cock head up and down her opening, soaking it with her juices. Her wetness mixed with the precum oozing from the tip of my prick, making my cockhead glisten as it grew slippery and wet. "Uuuugh fuck mum," I groaned. "That feels so good!" She was breathing hard, shivering above me as she felt my hips twitch under her. The tip of my dick was pressing upwards, deeper between the folds of her dripping cunt lips in my need to penetrate her. Her thighs were trembling as she held her pussy above me, rubbing my cock up and down her opening one final time before slowly lowering herself onto me. I heard her moan loudly as she felt me enter her. I was groaning too, squeezing her big heavy breasts as I felt the tight heat of her passage begin to envelop my cock. Her entrance stretched around my cock's swollen tip as she sank further. By the time she had taken the flaring head she was panting and breathing hard. Steadying herself with one hand on my chest, she worked more of her pussy down around my cock. My hips moved beneath her, pushing my cock upwards into her as she lowered herself down. She groaned out, working her hips in tight circles. Her wetness eased my entrance into her, despite her tightness, and before long she was impaled on my full 7.5" length. She smiled in pleasure, looking down at me and breathing hard. I felt my toes curl as she shifted slightly on top of me, using the muscles of her trembling passage to squeeze my cock. She leant further forwards, taking my hands and pushing them down by my sides, locking her fingers in between mine. Her breasts swung above me as she began to move, working her wet hole up and down my cock. She started to ride me; slowly at first, matching her rhythm with mine as the pleasure grew between her legs. My prick was aching inside her as I heard her speak. "That's it baby." She breathed. "Let your mum take care of you." I groaned out, my hips working to push my stiff young cock up into her while she moved her hips in I rocking motion. Her pussy moved up and down on my cock, over and over, while I squirmed on the floor. The sensation of it was incredible and I lay panting, looking up at my mother as she fucked me. I turned my head to the side, the mirrored glass of the wardrobe door at our side giving me a wonderful view of us from the side, and I watched as mum moved and humped down against my thick meat. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip softly, breathing hard and clearly enjoying the sensation of her son's hard eager prick inside her. She moved faster and harder, grinding her tight fuckhole up and down with her large tits wobbling and bouncing above me. She was letting out little grunts and whimpers as I moved my hands to her hips, pulling her down on to my throbbing tool again and again. My thrusting was growing more and more urgent, my pleasure mounting. I gripped her hips tightly, pushing my cock up into her. Our coupling became faster and harder, the air in the room filled with the hot scent of sex and the sound of our gasps and moans. She rode me expertly, matching her rhythm to that of my jerking hips, taking my cock deep into her hot trembling pussy faster and deeper. I could hear her whimpering and gasping. She was drawing in sharp, short breaths as I speared my tool up to meet the downward strokes of her cunt and I looked up at her. She was riding me hard and her breasts were bouncing back and forth wildly above me. "That's it mum!" I grunted. "Take that big cock. Ride my dick! Do you like getting fucked like this!? Sitting on my big cock on your bedroom floor!?" "Oh god son! Yes! Fuck me hard!" she panted in response. She was still biting at her lip as she gasped the words, her cheeks flushed with effort and arousal. "Shove it into me! Give it to me!" The tip of my cock began to tingle and ache and I knew I was going to cum. I groaned and quivered as I tried to fight the urge. I knew it was impossible for me to hold on any longer. The tingling grew stronger, spreading through the head of my swollen organ and up and down my shaft. I felt my balls tighten and my prick bulge. She moved her hands onto my chest, gaining better purchase with which to work her pussy on my rigid pole. My mother ground her cunt up and down my prick, moaning loudly above me and working her pussy on me with powerful motions of her hips and crying out in pleasure. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped over and over. "Give me that big dick!" Her heavy tits were damp with sweat as I reached up with one hand to grasp one. The soft flesh of her breast spilled around my fingers while my other hand gripped her hip tightly to pull her pussy down onto me. I was panting hard, grunting with desire as my member disappeared into her cunt one final time. She pushed down against me, gasping and wriggling while came beneath her. A strangled moan escaped my lips as I looked up at my mother. Her eyes snapped open, gazing down at me as she heard me cry out and felt my cock flex. "Oh fuuuck mumm!" I groaned, my cock trembling and twitching as my pleasure became too much to contain. "You're making me cummmmmm...." She had sat down all the way, taking every inch of me, and she let out a long sigh as she felt me ejaculate. My hips shot upwards as my back arched, bodily lifting her as she sat atop my quivering dick. Her eyes bulged in her head as my seed rose through the throbbing organ and erupted like a torrent inside her. My trembling prick squirted thick ropes of semen into her, again and again, and I heard her gasp with the sensation of it. Her hips moved in lazy circles, her pussy massaging my cock, milking more of my jism from me. I let out a final groan and then lay back. My member was still buried deep inside her, continuing to ooze cum into her hot wet cunt. She leant forwards with a satisfied moan, her big wet tits pressing hotly against my heaving chest. We lay like that in silence for a few moments, my heartbeat hammering in my ears. The tip of my cock was still pressed between the hairy lips of her cunt, throbbing inside her while she spoke. "Mmmmmm. Now, isn't that better." She breathed in my ear. "It feels like you really needed that!" She slowly rose off me, sitting and then standing up slowly on shaky legs. I was in shock once again, struck dumb as she gingerly eased herself off my wet prick. I shivered and inhaled sharply when it flopped out of her and on to my stomach, still half hard and glistening with a mixture of her juices and my own semen. I looked on as mum stepped over me, her pussy wet and pouting open as she walked to the bed and perched herself on the edge. She crossed her stockinged legs, dangling one shoe seductively towards me. I was raised up on my elbows by now, breathing hard and still light-headed from cumming. "Mum?" I said, still not believing what had just occurred. "What did we just do?" She tossed her hair again, cracking a cheeky smile and giving a shrug of her shoulders that made her tits wobble. "We had some fun together," she said, "and I hope you aren't too tired because we have all afternoon together to have more fun. I expect to be kept entertained!" Then she winked and pushed herself back onto the bed, beckoning me with one curling finger....... * Thanks for reading! Suggestion, comment or other ideas. Discovering My Aunt A gap year from college came at a great time for me, it was summer and I had the urge to travel the world but mainly bum around Europe, one problem, lack of funds, I had some help from my family but basically I needed to earn a little cash, trouble was every student for miles around was grabbing the opportunities as they came up. "I was talking to your aunt the other day, I was telling her you needed some cash and she said she would happily pay you to go and lend a hand at her place for a week or two" my mother said as she served my evening meal, Aunt Jean I thought to myself, I had not seen her for a few years, but the memories I had of my mothers sister were always nice ones. I sat thinking about what my mother had said, I also thought back to the last time I stayed at her house, I was in my early teens then, only just discovering sex and the attraction of women, there was something about Aunt Jean, despite her age she always made me feel horny when I was around her, at the time I was too young to realise why and I wondered if that had changed over the past few years. "Tell Aunt Jean I would be happy to go and help out, it would be nice to stay with her, I always liked her place" I told my mother. A week or so later I was heading off on the train to the small village close to where Aunt Jean lived, she had now been divorced over five years, a handsome settlement had left her very well off, so I had no worries about taking the money off her, my mother always bitched that Jean had to much money and did not know what to do with it. I hauled my rucksack of the small train and looked down the platform, there was Aunt Jean waving to attract my attention, from a distance she looked like she had not changed one bit, as she approached me all my earlier thoughts and feelings suddenly came to a head, it was like the pieces of a jig saw falling into place, I was now a lot older and now I knew full well what had made Aunt Jean the interesting lady that I remembered from childhood. The railway platform was a perfect venue for Aunt Jean, she looked like a scene from one of those old war movies where the sweet heart was seeing her lover off as he went to war, it was like her fashion sense was caught in a time warp, a tight knee length white pencil skirt clung to her curves, as she walked towards me her hips swayed in a way only women of her age know how to do, her heels were high and it exaggerated this movement as she got closer. On top a tight sweater, wow what a pair of tits I thought as they two swayed as she walked, in my mind I slowed this vision down not wanting it to end, I looked across two other men, one young and an older chap both started as they too enjoyed the sight of my aunt walking down the platform. A kiss on my cheek left the mark of her red painted lips on my face, "Simon, its so nice of you to come, my you have grown up, its been ages since I have seen you, come on lets get going" she said, we came to the gateway of the station and I let her go through first, black seams trailed up from the back of her heel, I recalled this from my childhood but now I was old enough to know this meant nylon stockings!!, as she walked in front of me I could clearly see the outline of her suspenders through the tightness of her skirt, by this stage I was sporting a very uncomfortable erection. Once in the car I watched the seat belt slide snugly between those large breasts, her sweater was so tight the outline of her bra was clearly visible, "off we go then" aunt Jean said as we drove the short drive out of the village to the converted farm house that was home for aunt Jean. On the way we chatted, she was keen to catch up on the family news, I engaged her conversation but my mind wondered, I wondered if there was a man in her life these days, I also contemplated her age, I worked out from my mothers age that Jean was around fifty two or fifty three years old but boy was she in great shape, sure enough she had a few tell tale lines around her eyes, she ad put on a little weight since I had seen her last but she carried it well. The house was far to big for one person and as we got out of the car it gave me the opportunity to confirm Aunt Jean's status, "this place is massive aunt, far to big for one person, any thoughts of getting married again" I asked, she laughed, "gosh no, I like my own company to much, sure enough it gets a little quiet out here on my own but now then I pop down to the village for a social event or drinks with some of the ladies down there" she told me, so no obvious sign of a man her life. My room looked over the front of the house and the fields beyond, it was a lovely peaceful scene and I gazed out of the window, then I looked down to see my aunt walking out to her car, she had left her hand bag in the Mercedes SLK sports car which had transported us from the station, I watched from behind the net curtains and I could not resist pulling out my cock and giving it a few hard tugs, I was starting to have ideas about my aunt and in my head I started to hatch a plan. I led back on the bed my cock still in my hand, I recalled the night before and the time I had spent with my girl friend Sophie, our farewell fuck before I went to stay with my aunt, Sophie was great, a real catch and a great looking girl, a stunning body but she was not a lover of sex and she found my rather large cock uncomfortable, she also complained that I tended to be a bit forceful with her, all in all I found my sex life with Sophie a little frustrating, sex did not really interest her though you would not know buy looking at her, I had resigned myself to the fact there was a lot more experiences out there to try but with Sophie things had gone as far as they would go, perhaps Aunt Jean could forward my sexual experiences a little. For the first few days I watched my aunt, studying her, that was quite a pleasure as each day she would be immaculately dressed in her sexy seamed stockings and tight fitting sweaters and blouses, everything about Aunt Jean was correct and in its place, the house was like a show home and she spent nearly all her time cleaning and rearranging things so they looked just right. My list of jobs was a menial few odd jobs around the house, a bit of loose guttering on the back of the house, a couple of broken rainwater pipes to replace, this would be easy money and that suited me fine. I had been staying with Aunt Jean for three days, the best part of staying with her was the evenings when we would sit down and chat, she enjoyed a sherry and got tipsy pretty quickly, I used these moments to gleam a little more information on her private life. I was fixing a small decorative wall at the bottom of the long garden one morning when Aunt Jean came down the garden with a tray and a drink for me, it was hot, very hot, I was sweating as moving the bricks was quite a hard job, I stopped and excepted the drink, rather than make idle conversation Aunt Jean stood there looking at me, I was wearing just a pair of shorts and trainers and not wishing to sound vain I look after myself and years of playing rugby has left me with very defined muscles, I sipped on my drink, I swear she was staring at me, saying nothing she just stood waiting for me to finish, I am not that experienced but I could tell she liked what she saw, inside I smiled to myself, time to make my move I thought. We ate that evening and then I went and showered, I came down to the lounge, two large white leather corner sofas were the centre piece of the room, they were L shaped and faced each other with a marble topped coffee table separating the two, we sat on one each, Aunt Jean went to put the TV on as she sipped her sherry, "can we leave the TV off tonight Aunt, I thought we could just chat" I said, she laughed, "you must stop calling me aunt, please just call me jean" she said. Just like every other night my aunt had changed for dinner, tonight she had taken a change from her usual formal tight fitting skirt and top, tonight she wore a summer dress, low cut so those magnificent boobs of hers were on show, the red pattered dress narrowed and was tight at the waist then flared out, the whole dress buttoned up the front, her legs were encased in a fine tan nylon and her high patent black stilettos completed a real horny look, I had decided that tonight was make or break for me, tonight I would make my move, I would put my plan into place and hopefully reap the reward. We sat and talked, Jean was always keen to talk about the family but tonight I steered the conversation as much as I could to more personal things, I asked her more questions about her divorce and the amount of time she had been on her own, "seems like we are both destined to be on our own" I said, my aunt looked quizzical at me, "surely not you Simon, a young good looking chap like you should have girl kicking the door down" she said. I had prepared this part of my speech to perfection, "well I always seem to get on well with girls, but I take my college work very seriously and don't really have time for all that dating and going out stuff, so here I am still a virgin, still curious, besides most of the girls that seem attracted to me are not really the ones I like, they are a bit skinny", apart from not liking skinny girls the rest was total shit, but I got the reaction I wanted. "I cant believe a good looking fit chap like you is still a virgin, not in this day an age" my aunt said, "I cant be doing with all that fumbling about and not knowing where the line is drawn, worrying about if I cross the line will I upset the girl, don't get me wrong, I am dying to learn things and experience things, but I just don't want it to be difficult, if you know what I mean" I said, I then put on my best little boy sad look and dropped my head. I had deliberately left my self open to my aunt, I sat there thinking, come on, this is an opportunity you don't want to turn down aunty, come on give me a sign that you are at least contemplating this situation. My heart skipped a beat as my aunt got up and joined me on the large sofa, she placed a hand on my leg, "Its very good of you to put your college work before everything else, but you have to let your hair down now and then, there is more to life than just books and studying, yes you are right, there is a lot of fumbling and messing around before you get anywhere, but that's part of the fun", she said, not really the response I was looking for, but now she was closer to me, her hand still on my leg, I needed to push the point further, perhaps even make her feel a little sorry for me. "I suppose I will take your advise, when I get back I might starting dating a few girls, but then again I am here for a few weeks, so things will just have to be put on ice and I will have to remain a virgin just a little longer" I said, she smiled, I waited for her to say something, she didn't, it was make or break time, things were not really going to plan so I decided to throw something and test the water, "so it will be another wank for me tonight then, these days its two or sometimes three times a day, must be my age" I said. I half expected Jean to launch backwards in shock at my comment but to my absolute delight she stayed just where she was. "do you do that a lot, oh that's a silly question, I know young men do it al the time, have you done it much since you have been here" she said her voice sinking into a quiet almost whisper as my aunt tried to keep her enquire about my masturbation habits sound very matter of fact. "I lie in my room just next to yours and I wank every night before I go to sleep, cant seem to get off to sleep without having a wank since I have been here, I don't what has caused that" I said and then openly stared at her cleavage. I felt a warm glow of success that my plan had worked as my aunt moved along the couch to get closer to me, "you have done such a lot for me since you have been here, now I feel bad for using up your college break, you should be out on the town with some pretty young girl, not stuck here with your boring old aunt, but I think may be able to make things up to you just a little" she said her voice trembling, I looked at her with a false sense of surprise on my face, my plan had worked now how far was she willing to let me go. Aunt Jean looked down at my crutch, the outline of my hard cock could be seen, she reached forward and expertly undid my trousers, I lifted myself up a little to allow her to pull my trousers down and then my pants, my cock sprang in view, "oh my gosh, that's a big one , a very big one indeed, now Simon, don't say anything and please don't mention any of this in the morning" she said and then wrapped her hand around my cock, "oh gosh that's very hard, its been a long time since I did this" she said and started to wank me off. Sophie had often wanked me but my aunt was much better, she would speed up and then slow down as she sensed I would come, pre come oozed from the end of my cock as I bucked underneath her expert hand, come on go down on me, suck me before you let me fuck you, I thought to myself. "this is better than doing it yourself isn't it Simon, my husband always said I was good at this" she said, she kept staring at my cock as she wanked it, her cheeks were flushed and she tried to convince me this was all for my benefit but I could see she was enjoying it too, I reached over and made a grab for her cleavage and she pulled back a little, "oh no, there will be no touching" she said, I looked disappointed but then she undid a few buttons of her dress allowing her bra and cleavage to me more accessible to my gaze, I was holding for the fuck I so desperately wanted but boy she was good at wanking my cock, I could not hold back any longer, my face contorted in ecstasy, "go on Simon let it all go" Jean said. My cock shot a jet of come in a high arc which splashed across the coffee table in front of me, Peter North would have been pleased with the force and amount of cum I deposited as my aunt wanked me furiously my cum shooting in all directions, some if it shot straight up and landed on the back of her hand as she milked me dry, "Oh my god I never knew you young men produced so much" she said as eventually my orgasm subsided. Cum was everywhere and in her true tradition of keeping everything clean and just so my aunt got up and grabbed some tissues, she cleaned her hand and then the sofa before mopping the pools of fresh come that had landed on the coffee table in front of me. "I hope that's made things a little better" Jean said doing up her dress, I quickly realised that was my lot, at least for tonight anyway. Part 2 The following day and time to part two of my plan into action, the previous night at not ended in a fuck but there was still time for things to develop the way I wanted them too, we had opened doors as I was determined to keep them ajar even if my aunt wanted things to be forgotten about. My aunt was a little uncomfortable at breakfast, "thank you for last night Jean, you were fantastic, it was so good" I said, "now Simon we said that we would not mention those things, after all it was only a little wank, its not like I did anything any girl friend of yours wouldn't do" she said trying to defuse things a little. "but it just goes to show Jean, you are an experienced woman, I feel there is so much I need to learn, perhaps we can have a talk, I don't feel embarrassed talking to you, would that be ok" I asked looking pretty innocent and desperate. "We can have a chat over a cup of tea this afternoon" she said. I worked hard that morning, I wore just a pair of track suit bottoms, I made sure by the time Aunt called me in for afternoon tea I was sweaty and hopefully in her eyes looking horny. We sat down in the lounge, china cups and saucers and tea from a traditional tea pot, my aunt looked every bit a traditional aunt but this aunt had wanked me off the night before, this aunt wore stockings and suspenders and had a great pair of tits. Aunt Jean handed me my cup, she was wearing a tartan pattern knee length skirt and tight fitting white thin sweater. "so you want to have a chat Simon, I think that's a good thing, please feel free to ask me anything, I will try not to get embarrassed" she said and then sat back, I could see and almost feel her eyes wondering over me as I sipped my tea. "you have to understand Jean that nearly all my knowledge comes from what I have heard of my mates, I am sure most of them are just making things up to sound good but I feel I am missing out on some of the stuff they are chatting about, I just wanted to know more about this sort thing so I don't put my foot in it if I am with a girl" I said. Jean got comfortable as if bracing herself for an onslaught of embarrassing questions, "well I may be a bit out of touch with what goes on these days Simon but please ask me anything you like and I will try and point you in the right direction" she said. I knew I was entering another important part in my plan to fuck my aunt; I needed to judge her responses accurately and think quickly on my feet if things did not go the direction I wanted. I put my cup down on the coffee table between, "Pussy licking, all the guys talk about it, I have never done it" I said which was a total lie, "I think I would really enjoy tasting a woman, probing her with my tongue, licking her and generally making her feel good, I suppose most women would like this done to them" I said looking my aunt straight in the eye, I could see her become visibly flustered by what I had said, I now needed to see how she reacted. Aunt Jean took a deep breath, "Well Simon I think you are right most woman do enjoy oral sex being performed on them by a man and I am sure it will do you no harm to just go for it" she said and politely and smiled, "what about you Jean, do you like it being done to you, is it something that you feel really enhances the sexual experience" I said, I could see her sink a little in the chair, she looked thoughtful, "I remember your uncle was not that keen on performing oral sex on me, of course he always asked me to do it to him, but I do remember on the odd occasions he did it to me how nice it was, yes I do recall it being a very sensual experience" she said her eyes looking away as if she was recalling something pleasurable in her mind, it was just the reaction I wanted. "so what do I do when I get there" I said showing innocent enthusiasm for the task, "I am sure you will be OK Simon" she said, not the answer I was looking for really, "I have heard its all about stimulating a woman's clitoris, licking it and flicking my tongue over it" I said, Jean smiled, "In my day boys did not even know what a clitoris was let alone how to find it" she said smiling. I looked her hard in the eye, this was my last shot. "god it must be a great feeling, you face berried between a woman's legs, her hot pussy on the end of your tongue and stimulating her, licking her and making her feel wonderful, do you miss those sort of things Jean" I said, I noticed her face change, despite my lack of experience with older women I could tell my talking to her had got her hot...crunch time. "why don't you let me lick you aunt, you could show me what to do, tell me if I am doing it right, I would love to be shown by a real woman" I said, despite her slight hesitation at replying I knew I had her, I knew she would not turn my generous selfless offer down. Jean looked visibly flushed in a way I had not seen before. "well the way I see it Simon is I would be helping you and it would be more of a lesson in technique more than any thing else" she said and got up, I watched her un zip her skirt and watched it fall to her feet, she stepped out of it, all the time not looking at me, she wore what I thought was a deep waist suspender belt which I quickly realised was a corset with white panties over the top, when she took of the panties I could see the corset was open crutch, she sat back on the sofa lifted her feet up and swung them sideways, she led on her back on the sofa her knees up and parted, "come on them Simon, let me help you understand what's what" she said her voice trembling a little. Discovering My Aunt I moved over and sat at the bottom of the settee, I could see the mass of black pubic hair covering my aunts pussy, Sophie's pubic hair was not as dense, Jean reached between her and gently placed her finger on her pussy, as she opened her cunt for me the pubic hair parted and I was greeted by the sight of her wet pussy folds, "see that, its my clitoris, very sensitive, I like to have teased first and licked and sucked, a little light nibbling on it is usually nice too" she said in a whisper. I went down on my aunt sniffing her sexy musky aroma as my tongue made contact with her hot sex, she gasped and placed her hand over her mouth as if to stifle the pleasure, rather than waiting for more instruction I went for it, licking and tongue fucking her, she was soon bucking underneath me and my face suddenly was covered in a gush of her female juices as I worked on her, I pushed a finger inside her and then another as she bucked under me, she came again shouting loudly my name, I had her now, I had reeled her in over a few days now I was going to enjoy my catch. I got up and pulled her up, I flicked down the front of my track suit bottoms and my aching cock sprang into her face, "you know what I want, the same thing uncle asked for" I said and I went to my hand on the back of her head and pull her onto my cock, but no need, she opened her mouth and took me deep into her throat, I had never been sucked by a woman before and shit did it feel good, Jean knew just what to do, I looked down in total disbelief as my aunt gripped my shaft with her red painted lips, her head going back and forth as she tried to milk my come from my throbbing dick. Within seconds I could feel my come start to rise, no I thought, no I want to fuck her, but I could not stop myself, I even gave her the option to take her mouth away, "I am going to fucking come" I shouted, this only made my aunt work harder, I let a big load go into her mouth and she swallowed hard, some of my come seeped from the side of her mouth as I pumped into her mouth hard, then she took her mouth away and as she gasped for air the remainder of my orgasm deposited itself over her face, neck, hair and some had run down the front of her sweater. My aunt sat there panting her face covered in my come, I was angry with myself for coming as I so wanted to fuck her, but I was also so satisfied I had enjoyed my first blow job, not only that, my friends had told me how their girl friends turned away when they came, not my aunt she had attempted to swallow the lot, it was only the excess of my load that had resulted in the messy end and big clean up operation. Jean said nothing as she got to her feet and reached for tissues, as she walked out the room she was feverously wiping my come from her face and neck. I sat down on the sofa for a while contemplating what had happened, I was not sure how Jean would react to what had happened, she went upstairs and I could hear a shower running and I guessed she was cleaning up. I took out the tea things and put them in the kitchen, this time I was a little reluctant to speak and I was not sure what I would say when my aunt came down. It had been almost an hour since my blow job and no sign of Aunt Jean, I guessed she was taking a nap upstairs and avoiding me and any embarrassment after what had happened. It was now late afternoon I made my way upstairs and walked toward my bedroom, I passed my aunts room but did not look in, then I heard her call out my name, I walked back and stood in the doorway, there she was sat at her dresser, she was putting the finishing touches to her make up, she was wearing a blue basque, black seamed nylons and high heels, I just stood there mouth wide open as she got up, she pulled the straps of the basque down and her heavy big tits flopped out over the top of the basque, "I think we both want the same thing Simon, you want a fuck, I need a fuck, its been such a long time for me and that big cock of yours is far to much of a temptation for a lady like me" she said and walked over and climbed on to her bed, she sat back against the pillows and fondled those large breasts, she wore no panties. Her words cut through me like a knife, I could not believe it was my aunt using the F word, but it was my aunt, led there waiting for me, I tried to be cool as I pulled off my track suit bottoms, my cock which had been so expertly sucked off an hour or so before was hard again and ready for action. I climbed on to the bed and took her nylon clad legs in my arms, I rubbed the end of dick the full length of her wet pussy lips before pushing it in, her eyes rolled back as she screamed, "fucking hell that feels good, now fuck me you young stud" she shouted. I was told older women were not as tight as young girls but Jeans pussy gripped my dick tightly as I fucked her hard my balls slapping against her ass, she looked up at me, " virgin my ass, you came here for this and now you are getting what you wanted you dirty fucking bastard, come on make aunty come with your big dick" she screamed, that was the last thing she said for the next hour and half, to right I was no virgin, I was a selfish mean lover and I fucked in every position, on all fours with those big tits hanging into my hands, I made her ride my cock facing me so I could watch her fuck herself on my cock, and I finished off with a tit wank spraying the under side of her neck with my second big load of come of the day. We led there in a sweaty spunk covered mess for what seemed ages as we both got our breath back, "virgin...you little fibber, I have never been fucked so hard and so good, what a shame we wasted the first few days you were here with all that messing about finding out if we fancied each other" Jean said as her head led on my chest, "I realised when I got here I have always wanted you, I just had to find away to get you round to my way of thinking" I said to her, she laughed, from the day I picked you up from the station I knew I wanted you to fuck me, it had been so long since I have had a man and when I pulled out your big cock for that wank I knew I had to have you, but I am your aunt and the last thing I wanted was you to think of me as some sort of old slut" she said. I had a few more weeks left of my holiday, not a day went by when I did not fuck my Aunt Jean at least twice, we fucked in every position, one morning I would awoke with her mouth on my cock demanding an "early morning seeing too" as she put it. Eventually I had to go back home, but I returned often to see my aunt, I bought her a large vibrator and posted it too her, she wrote back thanking me and telling me it would get plenty of use when I was not there, now why was that not a surprise to me...... Discovering My Bi at 18 I was 18. On an out of town basketball trip. Stayed overnight in a motel. We had to double up in bed to save money. As the team captain and star I sacrificed and doubled with this scrawny kid that even looked gay. I told him to leave me alone. Later that night I awoke with him slowly masturbating me. It felt so good I didn't stop him. When I shot it landed on my chest. He scooped it up with his fingers and licked it. Then offered me some. I licked it too. It was erotic as hell. Then he kept on stroking me as I was still hard. After a minute he lowered his head and took me into his mouth. It felt so good I shot again quickly. He raised himself up and kissed me with a load of my cum in his mouth. His tongue found mine and I went crazy. I couldn't get enough of my cum or his tongue. After a bit we settled down and just cuddled. Then I noticed his hard little cock which was about eight inches long but skinny as my finger. I stroked it but he wanted me to suck so I did. The steel hard smoothness was wonderful as I tasted some precum. Then he began fucking my mouth as he shot a load. I swallowed it which made him angry as he wanted to share it with me in a kiss. I turned my back to him poutingly. He stroked my shoulder and back then my butt. As he stroked my butt I noticed he was paying lots of attention to my crack. I wiggled and let him have good access. He slowly moved his finger over my hole then tried to stick it in. He then sucked his finger several times as he applied his spit as a lube finally getting his finger in all the way. It felt good as I pressed back on his hand. His finger wiggled and went in and out of my ass. Then I felt him move around and his cock was laying in my asscrack. He tried to move the head in but it wasn't slick enough. He told me to turn over and put my ass in the air so I did. He grabbed my cheeks and spreading them began to lube my asshole with his tongue. It felt so good I didn't want him to stop. After a bit he moved up and gently lay his cock in my crack again moving it back and forth. When it was all wet he slowly slipped it in my hole. There was no pain as it was small and well lubed. As he stroked in and out of me he told me to tell him to fuck me. I did. Over and over and over as it felt better and better and better. Pretty soon it was obvious he shot off. He left his cock in me until it got soft. I wanted to suck it again but not with my crap on it. He went to the bath and washed himself. When he got back I was very hungry for his cock. He wanted me to lick his asshole but I wasn't ready for that. I sucked on him and he got hard again. I wanted his cum but he wanted to fuck me again. So I rolled over flat on my belly this time and he fucked me...hard and fast. It was different and I liked it too. When he shot he flopped on top of me and let his cock soften in my asshole. As I felt it get softer I squeezed it and it popped out. I asked him if he wanted me to fuck him. He laughed and said my cock was to big but we would try it later. We went to sleep with him on top of me. We did get together later and I did fuck him....lots. I drank his pee and he loved mine. I eventually licked his asshole. When he was licking mine once he told me to give him a Baby Ruth. I figured "whatever" and did. He took it in his mouth and spit it out. It was pretty cool for me. He said he liked the taste. Both of us were seniors and graduated and never saw each other again until many years later thanks to the internet. Now we have re-enjoyed our good old days all over again. And I still love to kiss him with cum in my mouth...his or mine. My wife thinks it's cool that I can be bisexual with him and has watched. What a life!! Discovering My Foot Fetish Linda and I met in college and in my algebra class. She was 21 years old, only 17 days younger than me. She was 5'5" and quite fit. I helped her a few times with her algebra homework. Since then we became good friends and we hung out every now and then. Last Friday she came over to my house for a mellow movie night. She is usually a punctual girl, but she came half hour late and looked tired. "I had a long day," she said "I walked for several hours around the campus today and my feet are so tired." She laid down and I poured some wine for both of us. We talked and drank our wine and she seemed to feel a bit more relax and she asked me "Can you do me a big favor? I can definitely use a little foot massage. Can you do it for me?" I thought for a second or two and replied "Well if you really need it, okay." I have always had a mixed feeling about feet. It was not in my list of top favorite body parts. I was not into touching peoples' feet . However, I also found girls' feet sexy, which felt contradictory to me. That was why I was not sure if I wanted to give Linda a foot massage. But as a friend I decided to give her what she requested. I got some lotion and started by taking her socks off. She had nice plain blue pedicure. I applied a little bit of lotion to each of her feet and started rubbing them. Massaging is something I do well and I was following a very gentle but firm motion on her soles, pulling each of her toes slowly and rubbing between her toes. She moaned from time to time and I could read her signals that she liked it and she was feeling much better. After 10 minutes I was about done. As I stopped touching her feet, she raised her head and asked "oh, no. Are you done already? I was just getting into it." "Yeah, well what else do you want? I think I did everything I could." "Well, not everything. I liked it when you rubbed between my toes, but I wonder how it feels if you use your tongue," she said with a seductive smile on her face. My mouth opened in surprise, "What are you talking about? There is no way I am doing that," I replied. But she kept saying please, begging me to try. But I did not agree to it. She finally said "Okay no tongue, but can you give my toes a kiss at least?" "Linda, why do you insist on my mouth touching your feet? I like you, but I don't think I want to do that." "Okay then just one toe. Please." "Well, okay. Just one kiss and that is it," I finally caved. "Okay, but I want to watch you do it." "Okay, fine," I said, still hesitant. I was looking at her feet and they really looked nice and sexy. She had the perfect toes. Her big toe in each foot was the biggest one, and each toe was slightly smaller than the previous one. Her toe nails, nicely painted blue and they all had square-ish shapes. So I decided I should just do it and get it over with. Slowly, I leaned forward and put my lips on her left big toe for a second or two. That was it and I was done. "That felt nice. Will you do it again, this time on my right big toe?" she asked while looking into my eyes. "You already got me to do something I had never done." "Yeah this was my first time too, and I liked it. What about you?" "It was not as bad as I thought." "Well, then why not try it one more time and we stop, if you don't like it? Look at my feet, they are cute and pretty. I know you like them," she said with a naughty smile on her face which was hard to ignore. "Well, okay let's do it one more time. I admit you do have nice feet," I replied. Again she wanted to watch me do it. I stared at her eyes and brought my head closer to her right foot. My lips touched her right toe this time and I held them there while looking into her eyes. I felt a wave of electricity just passing through me this time. I had two very opposite feelings at the same time. On the one hand this felt wrong and odd. Up until now, Linda and I were just two friends hanging out, but I felt at that moment that our friendship changed into something else. On the other hand, I could not help but feel turned on by kissing her toe, and by her bossy attitude. It was very erotic, many people might have seen her sexy feet, but only one person in the world got to kiss her foot and that person was me. I had to take a deep breathe. The second kiss was much longer. After I finished the kiss, she gently asked me "So? How was it?" "Actually I liked it, but I don't know. What about you?" "Yeah I liked it too, it was so hot...", she replied. We stared at eachother for a few seconds. "I think you should kiss all my toes now," she said in a gentle but firm manner "come on, let's see where this is going" "You and your requests tonight, but okay. What do you want?" I nodded hesitantly. "Just go ahead and give each of my toes a nice gentle kiss, and look at me while you are doing it." "This is happening," I thought "It is weird, and yet I want to do it too." "Okay, I do it, but I can't do it and look at you at the same time." I said. "Okay, fine. But I want you to take your time and kiss each toe nicely. Think about how much I am enjoying it when you are doing it. I want you to enjoy it just like I do." "Okay, here we go." I replied with a smile. I started by her left pinkie. My first few kiss were mostly my lips touching her toes and nothing more. By the 4th one, I actually did kiss her toe. The 5th toe, also got a touch of my tongue. It tasted a bit salty, which was nice, like it was the taste of her body. I then moved to the other foot starting with her pinkie. Each toe received a warm welcome from my lips. When I got to her big toe, I ended it with a small lick of her toe. "Damn, I am liking it more and more now," she murmured "What about you?" "Yeah, this time I also liked it more." "Awesome. Let's play more. come on, this is fun...I think you should now use more of your tongue," she commanded. "Can't we just stick to kissing for tonight?" "No, I want more. Let's try your tongue between my toes" she said, totally ignoring my objection. She brought her left foot near my face and pointed her toes and slowly forced them between my lips. My mouth remained close for a second or two, but her foot did not back down. Instead, she moved her toes very slowly around my lips and tried to get her big toe between my two lips. So, I opened my mouth a bit more, allowing a little space between my two lips. She slowly shoved her big toe into my mouth. My lips closed around her toe. "I can't believe someone has her toe inside my mouth," I thought. I sucked her toe gently and I could tell she absolutely loved it too. A few seconds later, she pushed another toe inside my mouth, and then another. I had three of her toes in my mouth sucking and licking them. A minute later I had my tongue between her toes as she had initially asked for. I was trying to figure out in my mind how the night turned into this unusual moment with her toes in my mouth. She started gently and seductively at first, and then she became more bossy and more demanding. The more I did for her and pleased her feet, the more she expected from me. Her other foot received the same treatment. "I had never been so turned on like I am now, you have a magical tongue. Good job. Now I want that tongue to massage my soles, come on. Let's try that too," she ordered. My will power seemed to have been vanished. "Okay I will do it if you want," I just nodded. "I do want it, but I want to hear you say that you want it too." "You want me to ask you to let me me lick your feet?" "Yes, exactly. Tell me you want to lick my feet. Say it." "Linda, I want to lick your feet. Can you please let me do that?" "Okay, I will let you do it, since you asked for it nicely." "What the heck was that? How did she get me to beg her to let me lick her feet?" I thought, though I had to admit, after I asked for her permission, I really wanted to lick her feet and her soles. It was like the movie Inception. She implanted the idea in my head like it was my own. I started licking her soles. I could sense the faint smell of her feet and also the salty taste of her soles, surprisingly enough they only enhanced my erotic experience and I got turned on even more. "Lie down on your back. I want to stand over your head now," she commanded. "Why? What do you want to do?" "I want to see how much of my foot can you take in your mouth. Here, lie down here on the floor." I followed her order and laid down. She walked over and stood above my head with one hand on the wall. "Open your mouth, stick your tongue out," she ordered. As my tongue came out of my mouth, she gently put her soul on my tongue and rubbed it around slowly until my tongue met her toes. She then got my tongue between her toes one by one. All this time we stared at each other while the foot licking was going on. Then she made her toes pointing down and slowly inserting her foot into my mouth. "Holy cow, all her 5 toes and half of her left foot is completely inside my mouth. I wish I could see it," I thought. "You should have seen what I am seeing," she said. "That was exactly what I was thinking now," I replied after taking her foot out of my mouth. "Well, if you want to see I can take a picture of it and show you." I agreed and she grabbed her iPhone. We started again and she took one picture, and then another. "This is fun. Now I can always remember this moment when I look at these pictures," she said "Stay there, let me put this chair over you. I want to sit and put both my feet on your face." "Linda, I like all this, but don't you think that is a bit too much? This is getting a little humiliating," I complained knowing well she was not going to stop. "Come on, a little humiliation won't kill you. This will be our little secret. So far you liked it all. Just lie down and do what I say. Why resist it?" she said and put the chair over me. She then sat on it and slowly placed both her feet over my face. My face was fully covered by her feet and I heard the camera took a few more pictures. "Open your mouth again. Lick my toes. I love it when your tongue is between my toes." I started licking her toes one after the other, without having much choice since I was not able to move much. But as soon as my mind got over the feeling of being humiliated, I started to enjoy it as well. "Okay, I think that is enough experimentation for one night. You helped me find a whole new kinky side of me," she said looking happy "I can tell you liked it too. Tell me what you thought of it." "Well, to be honest I was not into it in the beginning, but I could not say no to you. However, as we kept doing it, I started to enjoy it too. I was turned on, It was intimate and I felt so close to you. We shared a very unique experience just between the two of us, and nobody else, not to mention you have very sexy feet which helped a lot." "Great. I am happy you like my feet. I like them too. It definitely felt intimate to me too. This has been something I have been wanting to try for a while now, but I did not know of anyone to do it with. So, I had to persuade and convince you a bit at first just for one kiss on my toe. But when I noticed you are also enjoying it, I felt more demanding. I realized you were not going to say no to me. I enjoyed the foot play, but I equally liked to be dominating," she said. "I admit I liked your dominating side as well, it was hot," I replied "Great. What should we do now?" "Well, I am in such a nice mood right now that I do not want to do anything else. I want to go home and relax, but I have a feeling we are going to hang out very soon," she said with a smile. "Well I can't wait to hang out with you again. Send me the pictures tonight when you get home." "I definitely will. Well have a good night then," she said and kissed me on the cheek "Now kiss both my feet before I leave." I smiled and went down to kiss her feet, and she left. An hour later I checked my email. She emailed me the pictures. "Damn, look at these photos. I feel a bit embarrassed now, but these pictures are so hot," I thought "Well, I guess I too learned something new about my kinky side tonight."