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Filling In

By: WayneGibbous



Being in the military is not always the easiest life there is. While I'm not enlisted myself, I'm the wife of a military person and, just ask around, the life can be pretty good, then pretty bad when your spouse gets deployed.

It does help to have family around and in one way I was lucky, my husband's father was single, his parents divorced years ago, and when Jack was deployed, he asked his dad, David, to move in with us.

It was fine with me, his dad is a really nice man, mid-forties, and is even more handy around the house than my husband.

Jack was going overseas for a short stint, a training mission, just three months, so it wasn't really too bad. But, he asked his dad to come and stay which was fine with me. He's an interesting man and very nice to be around.

He was here two days when, thinking he was out of the house, perhaps gone for a walk, I opened his bedroom door and, well, of course, there he was on his bed, pants off, shorts around his ankles, doing exactly what you're imagining.

"Oh, sorry, David," I blurted and pulled the door closed as he pulled the covers up.

Shit, I thought, I should have realized that the door might have been closed for a reason.

After a while, I heard him come out and he finally came in the kitchen where I was.

It was really uncomfortable and confusing but I had the courage to say, "Sorry, David, I should have knocked, it was really my fault. I realize you need your privacy and I'm really sorry."

He did look a bit ashamed and asked, "Just don't tell Jack about it, please, Erin, okay?"

"Oh, I'd never do that, it was something that happened between you and me and it was my fault, no reason to ever involve Jack. I'm just so sorry, I hope you're not upset with me."

"Oh, no, sweetheart, no, I know it was an accident and, well, it's just a bit embarrassing, that's all."

"Maybe we need to find you a girlfriend, David, you know, someone to satisfy those needs," I said, half-jokingly.

"Well, it has been about three years since the last time I had any help like that. Rather miss that, I do," he replied, grinning.

We went on to other things as I continued getting our dinner prepared, he helped as well, and after we watched some television, we each went off to bed.

I was trying to read a book when my mind kept going back to the afternoon. Three years. Three years without a woman. Poor man. That's a long time. I'd be crazy by then. I start masturbating when I've gone two days without sex. Hell, I masturbate even when I'm getting it every day.

And he was so nice. And nice-looking. Three years without a woman's hand on him, on the cock I glimpsed him stroking this afternoon.

I lay there thinking about him when I realized that I had my hand down in my panties, legs open, softly rubbing myself. Then I began reliving those moments I saw him stroking his cock and I pressed two fingers up into me.

As my body shook and trembled in orgasm, I saw his hand jerk away from his cock, leaving it just for an instant, standing there, hard, excited, ready.

Afterward, I lay there, a little perspiration on my upper lip, my breathing heavy, as the pleasure swept over me, knowing what I wanted, what I wanted to do.

So, as we sat together in the kitchen the next morning, I looked up at him, gathered up my courage and asked him, "David, I mentioned yesterday that I thought you needed a girlfriend."

"Yes, I remember, but haven't done much about it," he chuckled.

"Well, I want you to know that I wasn't necessarily a little angel before I met Jack. So, don't think that I'm some little virgin. And…well, I'd like to offer to help you feel satisfied over the next three months if you'd let me."

There I said it.

He sat there slowly stirring his coffee, looking down at it.

"I don't know what to say, Erin. That's probably the loveliest thing anyone has ever said to me," and he looked up at me with a beautiful, warm smile and reached over to cover my hand with his.

"I just don't know how any man could turn away such a beautiful woman as you," and he leaned over and kissed me. I opened my lips and he slipped his tongue into my mouth as my heart began to race.

"Shall we go back to your room and finish what you were doing yesterday?" I asked.

"I'd love that so much," he said softly and I stood, took his hand and led him back to his room. He was in his robe which I untied and took off. He stood there looking a bit dazed at it all as I knelt and pulled his boxers to the floor.

Goodness, I thought, how nice, as I looked at the lovely cock standing right in front of me. I reached up and held it, it was nice and firm, and leaned forward to slip my lips around the head and suck up and down. I did that for a minute, then pulled my mouth off, making sure I left him good and wet then laid him down on the bed, sat next to him and jacked his saliva-covered cock.

I was rubbing his abdomen with one hand as I stroked him with my other. His hand was on my thigh as I sat cross-legged next to him. I almost wanted him to move it up but just couldn't bring myself at that stage to encourage it.

"Mmm, mmm, oh, Erin, mmm, that feels so good, you're so wonderful, mmm," he moaned as I went on. I was thirteen when I did this the first time, now I'm twenty, seven years later, maybe fifteen guys, maybe a few more, I've really never kept track, though a friend of mine, Cindy Glasser, I know she used to brag that she kept a list of every boy and how many times she'd jacked each one and when we graduated high school, it was something like sixty-three boys for two thousand, seven hundred and something times. I wonder if she had calluses? But she did just about any boy who asked her.

Now I was masturbating my father. He lay there with his eyes closed, a smile on his face, I was so happy to be pleasing him, he was really such a nice man.

"Oh, Erin, mmm, oh, that feels so good, mmm, mmm, uh, UH, UH, uh, mmm, mmm, oh, so good, thank you, Erin, you're so nice to me, thank you," he groaned as his cum spurted up out of his cock onto his stomach and abdomen and my wrist. I leaned over and licked the last bit oozing up out from the slit on the end of his cock, then reached over and pulled some tissues out of the box next to his bed and cleaned us up.

"That was so nice of you, Erin, so sweet and considerate. I wish I could do something for you, I would if you want."

I leaned over and kissed him softly and told him that was okay, I'd be fine and I was glad he felt better, then left him in bed.

Of course, the truth was, it did turn me on and I had no other outlet but my own fingers which I used a little later in the day and, again, after I went to bed.

So, again, the next morning, as we were finishing breakfast, I asked him, "Would you like for me to take care of your friend there?" as I reached over and patted him right next to his cock.

"Oh, Erin, I really don't want to be a bother, I'll be fine," he protested.

"Come on, I don't mind, it'll do you good," and I pulled him up and led him down to his room, removed his robe, pulled off his boxers and laid him down.

"My, I was right, you need some looking after with this," as I took his hard cock in my hand and began to stroke.

"Well, Erin, such a beautiful woman in my presence, well, you can't blame me for being hard."

"That's sweet, David, let's see if this helps," and I dropped my robe from my shoulders and pulled off the tee that I usually wear to bed.

"Oh, Erin, you are so beautiful," he gasped as I bent over and took him in my mouth for a minute sucking him, then raised up, leaving him wet with my saliva to lubricate his cock as I masturbated him.

He was looking up at me as I stroked and in a minute, I reached down with my other hand, took his hand and brought it to my breast.

His fingers began to flex and knead my breast as I stroked him up and down for the second time now. This time we were a little more relaxed and accustomed to one another in this new way and as his thumb rubbed over my nipple, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

"Mmm, oh, Erin, mmm, god, that feels good, you are so wonderful, just perfect."

My hand was getting dry so I bent back over and sucked him to get him wet again and was just about to pull back up leaving his cock nice and wet when his body tensed and suddenly his cum began spurting into my mouth.

Well, it was hardly the first time I'd had that happen. The first time was Todd Spence. I don't even want to say how old I was, just let it be said that I hadn't entered high school.

How was it, the first suck I'd ever given a boy? I loved it. I was one of those girls who loved the feel of a dick in their mouth. Especially one that started out a bit soft so I could feel how hard and rigid I was making it. And, when the cum starts filling my mouth, oh, man, it turns me on so much. I've even cummed myself from it. To make a guy feel so, so good just with my mouth…well, I love it.

This time, however, it was unintentional though seeing how it made him feel, not regretted.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Erin, I didn't mean to do that, it just happened so quickly, I couldn't help it, sorry," he blurted out and I bent over and kissed him and told him it was all right as I slipped down next to him so we could hold each other.

"I'm not upset, David, please don't think that. Actually, it was probably nicer for you that way."

"Well, I'd be less than honest if I said I didn't enjoy it."

"If that's what you like, I can do that for you when you need it. I'd be happy to," and I kissed him once again, this time with my tongue.

We lay there in each other's arms, kissing a little, just mostly quiet.

"It seems a shame that you aren't getting much out of this, Erin. I'm in heaven when we're like this and you, well, you just don't get much from it I suppose."

"Well, I do enjoy making you feel good. That I do like. And, well, yes, I do run down my vibrator at night. It's rechargeable and I hate it when it runs down."

Then, he lay there, his lips near my ear as I heard him whisper, "My tongue doesn't run down, it just goes as long as you want."

Those words caused a rush of juices to my pussy, they just flooded me. I lay there unable to say a word, engulfed in lust, wanting my body to glory in the release of an orgasm, an orgasm brought about by another person, not some artificial device. I lay there, warm and comfortable, holding my naked father to me, my bare breasts against his naked chest, oh, it felt good.

I lay there quite and serene and soon, unexpectedly, was fast asleep.

How long I was asleep, I'm not quite sure. I do remember fluttering my eyes open and seeing my father looking into my eyes. Then, I realized that he was naked, still naked after I'd sucked him off.

"Oh, I must have drifted off, oh, sorry, David."

"It's been wonderful holding you like this, Erin, just wonderful," and he leaned forward and kissed me. He kept his tongue in his mouth but it was a sexy kiss, at least it was sexy to me. I was in a naked man's arms, my bare breasts pressed against his chest, I moved my hand down and there it was, hard, ready, all erect again.

"I'm afraid I've rather made you horny again. I'm really sorry."

"I'm not, it's rather wonderful really."

"Well, I should help you with it, after all, I think I may have caused it."

"But that doesn't help you out, Erin."

"Oh, I'll be fine," I joked, "as long as my batteries don't run out."

His hand came up onto my breast and began softly caressing it. I did  nothing to stop it, it was wonderful, actually.

"I stand by my offer, Erin, I'd love to make you happy. You've made me very happy," he said and kissed me again, his hand still fondling my breast.

I didn't want to stop, I didn't want to get up and go shower, I just wanted to lay there with him as he caressed my breasts.

Then I reached down and took his cock back into my hand. It was hard, ready.

"I think I'll take you up on your wonderful offer," I whispered as I leaned in and tongued his mouth.

I rolled onto my back and pulled down my panties and tossed them in the corner. He got up as I spread open for him and said, "Erin, you are so beautiful, just incredible," and bent down to kiss me between my legs. Then, oh, then, his tongue began to lap up and down sending shivers through me.

His tongue lapped all around underneath me, he was taking his time to get to my pussy, where I so wanted him to lick and tongue, I felt he was teasing me, arousing me further and further. I was already horny as hell, I'd been handling his lovely cock, sucking it, and that always gets my pussy hot. So, I was really wanting him on my labia.

But, no, he was all up and down along side my pussy lips, then wiping his tongue across my clit, making me jump each time, oh, he was driving me into an intensity of passionate frenzy like I'd never felt before. He was magnificent between my legs. I was consumed by my craving for the feelings he was giving me.

"Oh, David, please, my pussy, please get to my pussy," I cried and his tongue slid over my labia and pressed inside flicking up and down.

"OH, OH, OOH, OOH, UUUH, UUUH, UNH, UNH, MMM, MMM, oh, uh, mmm, god, that was so good, oh, I'm just…oh, so good, mmm," and I pulled him up to me and kissed and kissed his wet face. I was in heaven.

I don't know if it was the best orgasm I'd ever had but it was up there close. I almost think it blinded me for a moment it was that powerful. I reached down and pulled him up over me and hugged him to me.

My legs were more or less together but I could feel his cock against me; I widened and his legs dropped down between me as I put my legs up around his back, offering him my pussy. Yes, I wanted my father to fuck me.

"I want you, David, inside me," I moaned as I pulled him tight. He moved his hips a bit and I felt him push as he entered me, I was so slippery inside, so wet, so aroused, he just pushed up into me, filling me so wonderfully.

"Mmm, oh, so nice, yes, mmm," I moaned as he began moving in and out.

"Oh, Erin, it's been so long, mmm, this is wonderful, you are so good, so tight, mmm, I'm so happy we're doing this."

"I am, too, David. I first started to help you out, make you feel good, then, well, then I wanted it, too, I wanted to feel good and now I do. Yes, it's wonderful. I want you in my bed, David, I want you sleeping with me."

"That would be wonderful, just wonderful. I just don't know what you say, Erin, this is all so wonderful. I never intended it, well, after all, Jack, well, I know…"

"Let's just be happy for each other, all right? We have each other to help us get through this lonely time," I whispered.

"Yes, you're right, yes, I want us to be together like this while we can."

I had my legs up over him as he raised himself up and took me by my ankles and held my legs up and open as he slowly lowered his cock down into me, then, pushed and held himself inside me, pressing as I moved under him, oh, god, it felt so good, the tip of his cock reaching new places deeply inside. Then, slowly back up, almost coming out, then back in again. Just slowly over and over.

Every time he pushed down deep, it was setting off all kinds of waves of intense pleasure that washed all throughout my body.

"Oh, god, push hard, mmm, oh, that feels so good, keep doing it, David, mmm, it's gonna…oh, OH, OH, UUH, UUH, UNH, UNH, mmm, mmm, oh, yes, mmm, oh, fuck me, David, fuck me, don't stop," I choked out, just overcome with passion and pleasure.

And my wonderful father did just what I asked, he kept fucking me on and on until he had a huge orgasm, then collapsed over me, still deep inside, as we kissed and kissed.

"Oh, that was wonderful, David. I think we both needed that," I said smiling up at him.

In a few minutes, he pulled out of me, I think reluctantly for both of us, and lay there next to me as we slowly kissed and enjoyed one another in this new, wonderful way.

He had such a relaxed, easy way with sex, it was so enjoyable and comfortable, that coupled with his ability to take me to the heights of sexual passion, I was living the most sex-filled, satisfied life I'd ever experienced.

We slept together for the rest of the time, having sex when we woke up, then after lunch, followed by a brisk romp in bed later each night.

And that's how it started. Now, he's fifty-eight, it has been fourteen years now since his lovely cock first entered me and we've fucked thousands of times, it just gets better. It's our little secret.

Filling In For Dad



The globes of Mom's beautiful ass framed my thick cock as it plunged into her furry cunt. She had refused to bounce bellies with me, but doggy-style suited me just fine. I love to admire, caress, and even slap a woman's ass while I'm fucking her. Each thrust made her plump cheeks jiggle like Jello. She buried her pretty face in a pillow and yodeled into it. Her butt-cheeks clenched with every Kegel contraction in her pussy. She was cumming, and cumming hard.

"That's it, Son," Dad said. "Keep going. One orgasm is never enough for her. She can have ten, even twenty." He was sitting next to the bed watching through glassy eyes and jacking off like a schoolboy.

Overcome with lust, I bent forward and scooped up Mom's ample tits in both hands. Her swollen suckers were almost two inches long. I wet my thumbs and fingers and milked her. Another pillow over her head muffled her shrieks but didn't entirely smother them. Her howls told me I was doing something right, even though I wasn't doing anything fancy. I was simply driving my seven-inch torpedo straight into her tube three times per second like a fucking machine running at full speed. I lost count of her orgasms. I couldn't tell if she was having multiples or one long super-orgasm, not that it mattered.

"OH, FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" I shouted, and then I shot my load into my very first home - my mother's womb. I squeezed her big tits so hard that I bruised them. Dad took my place as soon as I pulled out. Her sopping wet pussy made squishing sounds as his whisk stirred my batter. Pearls of my jism spilled out and clung to his fuzzy balls. The feel of sloppy seconds provided by his own son was too much for him, and he came in short order. He snorted with each spurt from his cock. Panting like a runner after a marathon, he collapsed on top of her and sent both of them sprawling on the floor.

No doubt you are wondering how I happened to be fucking my mother in front of my father. I probably should have started at the beginning. I served in the Army for four years and rose to the rank of Captain. It was an honor to serve my country and I'm glad I did my part, but Army life wasn't for me. I took off my uniform, put on civilian clothes, and became a partner in my father's business. The three of us had a good life for awhile, then one day the police came and put handcuffs on him.

There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that my father is innocent of the crime that he was accused of. He and I were working side-by-side at the very time that it was committed. Nevertheless, two eyewitnesses identified him as the criminal. It was clearly a case of mistaken identity. My father is the most law-abiding person that I know. He even obeys the speed limits. The jury did not believe my alibi and found Dad guilty. He was sentenced to one year in a minimum-security prison.

Before Dad reported to begin serving his sentence, he gave me a playful punch on the arm and invited me to Murphy's Tavern for a beer. We shot a few games of pool and then settled into a quiet corner booth.

"Son, I have a big favor to ask. I've given this a lot of thought and I know it's the right thing to do. You may never speak to me again after this, but I have to risk that and ask you for a favor. Your mother has a powerful sex drive. Sometimes I think she's addicted to sex. She's so beautiful that she can have any man she wants. She will never get through a year without one. Masturbation isn't enough for her. You have got to fill my shoes. I want to keep it in the family."

"Are you asking me to fuck my own mother?"

"That's right, son. It's fine with her. We know you have a big cock because we spied on you masturbating once. She has fantasized about taking you on, and now she's ready to make it a reality. What do you say?"

"Well, she is very beautiful, Dad, but I don't know if I have what it takes to fuck my own mother. I admit that I've had fantasies about it. Let me think about it."

I had already made up my mind but I didn't want to seem too eager. We shot a couple of games of pool - I had never played more poorly - and drank a few more beers that I hardly tasted. On the way home, I told my father that I would fuck his wife for him. "I have to be there for two reasons," he said. "First, I have to be sure you are man enough do it, and second, if I'm there you will know that I'm okay with it." I would have screwed her that very evening, but Dad insisted that we wait until the following evening.

After dinner the next evening, Dad laid out his plan. "Go up and get ready just as though you were going out on a hot date. Then put on only a robe and meet us in the livingroom. I'll put a porno in the VCR and we'll let nature take its course. If nothing happens, we'll try again tomorrow."

I followed Dad's instructions and came slowly down the stairs clad only in a short, terrycloth robe. I was shaking like a leaf. My greatest fear was that I wouldn't get hard. My second greatest fear was that I would get hard but would ejaculate prematurely. I need not have worried on either count.

Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch waiting for me. Both were clad in bathrobes. Mom looked out of place in hers. It didn't match the carefully-applied makeup, earrings and pearl necklace. Her robe was opened enough to reveal all of her cleavage. What a mouth-watering sight she was!

They smiled as I took a seat near the couch. "Show time," Dad said, as he hit the play button on the remote. The tape that he had selected featured scenes with two men fucking one woman. A beautiful blonde was getting fucked by a well-hung stud while a second stud nursed on her big, fake tits. I could feel the blood rushing to my head as the second stud straddled the blonde's chest and molded her tits around his cock. We watched quietly for five minutes or so, then I glanced over at my parents and was treated to the sight of my mother's bare tits. Dad had his hand in his robe and was playing with himself. By the time the two studs jacked off on the blonde's big tits, Mom was completely topless and Dad was masturbating openly. "I think it's time I joined the party," I thought. By then, my cock had a mind of its own and began to emerge through the opening of the robe. I took it in my hand and began stroking it. What a perverted thrill it was to masturbate in front of my mother!

Mom undid the belt of her robe and opened it all the way, giving me my first look at her pussy. I was pleased to see that she had a full bush. In my opinion - and it's the only one that counts - hairy pussies are much sexier than hairless ones. Dad opened his robe all the way to reveal a very masculine physique. His muscular chest was covered with a thick carpet of hair that thinned as it crossed his belly. His cock was about the same length as mine - seven inches - and had a prominent curve to the right.

My feelings of guilt were fading away along with my nervousness. I was masturbating with my parents and enjoying every second. We watched porno for about thirty minutes, then Dad got the ball rolling when he dropped his robe to the floor and knelt in front of Mom. He sucked on a tit for a few minutes, then he buried his face between her thighs. "Oh, that's nice," she whispered, as Dad's tongue pried at the folds of her pussy. After awhile, Dad looked over at me and with a jerk of his head signaled me to join in. I dropped my robe and walked toward them with a cock so hard that it pointed at the ceiling.

Mom gasped as my mouth closed over a nipple. "It's been twenty-five years since you had my teat in your mouth," she whispered. "How do you like it?" An answer wasn't called for. She could tell by the way I was going at it that I loved it. As I watched Dad tongue her pussy, I tried to memorize what he was doing so I could service her the same way. I sensed that my father knew that I had very little experience in that department and that he was passing along his knowledge to me.

Mom didn't tell me to get up on my knees, she simply pulled on my cock until I got the idea. I watched with fascination as my turgid cock slid between her perfectly-painted lips. She moved her head toward me until the tip of my cock touched her throat, sucked so hard that her cheeks caved in, then slowly pulled off. My cock was smothered with slippery mouth-flesh, the palate above, the tongue below, and the silky-soft walls on both sides.

Mom stopped sucking me long enough to say, "Alright, John. Fuck me now. I'm almost there and I would rather cum on your cock than your tongue." Dad came to his knees and speared her pussy with one smooth thrust. With each of Dad's thrusts, Mom took another gulp on my cock. By then I was sure that she wanted to suck me off.

"PUT IT BACK IN!" Mom demanded. "I want to show him what your favorite position is," Dad explained. He pulled her down onto the floor and put her on her elbows and knees, then he dropped down behind and rammed his bone into her. He was putting it to her so hard that her knees came up off the floor each time his belly smacked her ass. I would never have guessed that my father was such a skilled cocksman. "Sometimes she likes it hard, rough and fast like this and other times she likes it slow and easy," he said. "You'll be able to tell what she wants after you've had her a few times."

Mom pulled me to her by my cock and stuffed it into her mouth. Each time Dad slammed into her he drove her onto me. I bent forward and reached underneath for her tits. They were swinging North to South when I caught them and smashed them up against her torso. "Now you're getting into the spirit of things," Dad said.

"Oh, my God, Mom, I can't take it much longer. Mom, you had better stop sucking now or I'll have to let it go in your mouth. MOM, LOOK OUT! I'M CUMMING IN HER MOUTH, DAD. MY OWN MOTHER'S MOUTH. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

It was without question the strongest orgasm of my life. Dad was also getting his rocks off. His eyes were screwed shut and his white teeth were bared. He made a hissing sound as he filled Mom's pussy with a hot load of jizz. Mom wasn't cumming yet, but she was very close. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. Beads of sweat plastered her bangs to her forehead.

Dad collapsed and crawled to the couch. "When I was your age I could usually keep it up if I put it to use right away," he said. "I failed her. You're going to have to finish the job for me."

My cock came out of Mom's mouth with a wet pop. I knew from past experience that my father was right about keeping it hard. As I took aim on Mom's freshly-fucked pussy, I noticed that Dad had worked up a froth on it. Mom grunted as I sank my thick shaft. It felt like her pussy was full of warm soup. "Pussy soup," I thought. I couldn't suppress a giggle at the notion that Mom and Dad had made me some nice, hot, pussy soup. "Get serious, young man," my alter ego said. "You shouldn't be giggling at a time like this. Fucking your own mother is serious business."

One of my girlfriends had taught me a fucking technique where the man rotates his ass in one direction when he thrusts and in the opposite direction when he withdraws. It is not an easy technique to master, but it's well worth the effort. When I tried it on Mom, she began panting like a dog on a hot summer day.

Dad had a big grin on his face and was shamelessly playing with his cock. Every healthy male masturbates, but I had never thought of my father doing it. When I saw him stroking his cock, I realized that he and I had more in common than I had ever imagined. And now, with my cock planted in Mom's cunt, we had everything in common. I turned my attention back to my insatiable mother. I tried to imagine that my cock was a crowbar and her pussy was a door that I was trying to pry open. I varied the depth, angle and speed of my thrusts so that she never knew what was coming next. Mom buried her face in a pillow to stifle her embarrassing rants. A steady stream of unintelligible gibberish still managed to leak out.

When Dad gave her a hard slap on the ass, she went off like the Fourth of July. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and her ass-cheeks drew together until her crack became a slit. "Keep her going, son," Dad urged. "Don't let up on her now. She's probably going to go multi-orgasmic any second now." He helped out by sliding under her chest and sucking on her tits. The wet sounds of sucking and slop-fucking filled the room.

Mom filled her mouth with a corner of a pillow and chomped down on it. Her beautiful face was so contorted with lust that it was almost unrecognizable. Her Kegel spasms squeezed my cock and her pee ran down my thigh. I could feel Dad's fingers working on her clit less than an inch from my cock. Mom was having her fifth or sixth orgasm when I lost control and shot my load straight into her womb.

Gasping for air, I collapsed on the couch. I felt a wave of self-revulsion so intense that it made me nauseous. The mood passed quickly and I turned my attention back to my parents, who were far from finished. Dad was on his knees again taking another turn at Mom's pussy, or so I thought. All he really wanted to do was coat his cock with the natural lubricant of our combined sex juices.

"She likes it just as much in the back as in the front, son. I think she cums harder this way, too." I leaned forward for a better look and watched the head of his cock slowly disappear into her rear. Dad didn't stop pushing until her beautiful cheeks flattened against him.

The sight of my father rump-fucking my mother stoked the embers of my lust into a raging inferno. I casually knelt by Mom's head and slid my cock back into her mouth. She sucked it as though her life depended on it. After she sucked me up nice and hard, I knelt down next to Dad to indicate that I wanted to use her ass when he was finished with it.

Mom soon began huffing and puffing as the ass-fucking took effect. She reburied her face in the pillow to stiffle her noises and to hide her contorted face. Dad suddenly pulled his cock out and jacked off on her quivering globes. "Her ass-hole is so tight that the cum wouldn't shoot out," he said with an embarrassed laugh.

Mom's ass was still distended when I stepped up to bat. After wetting my cock in her pussy, I slipped it in. Her warm gut fit my cock like a glove. As I watched her sticky butt-cheeks flatten against me, I realized that I was fulfilling a lifelong fantasy of touching all three bases, mouth, pussy and ass, one right after the other. Dad was right about her ass-hole being too tight, and I was forced to pull my cock out and spray my load on top of his.

Dad only had one week before he had to report to the police. "I have to squeeze a year's worth of fucking into one week," he said. We hardly did anything else. When the big day came, I drove Dad to the police station, shook his hand, and said, "Don't worry, Dad. I'll take good care of Mom."

"I'm sure you will, son. I'm sure you will."



Filling in for Dad



When I invited her out for a day in the sun, my mom was quick to reply, "That's so silly! I can't go to the beach! My body's much too fat to fit into a bathing suit."

First off, my mom's not fat. She may be a little on the hefty side, but she's hardly what you'd call fat. I've seen fat babes, and Mom doesn't look anything like them. I can say that because I've seen her when she didn't know it. She had taken a shower and was just removing her towel from her naked body when I just happened to be walking by her opened bedroom door.

I had come home early from work and she didn't know that. I suppose that's why she didn't take any precautions when uncovering her naked body. In any event, I stood there long enough to see that my mother wasn't the fat hog she said she was. She was just a little on the hefty side.

With her back to me, I could see her ass wasn't ugly and misshapen. It may have been larger than most, but it was definitely nicer than most asses in the way it was shaped: softly rounded and very appealing. As for her meaty legs, there was no cellulite or ugly veins, just the soft, flowing curves you see on the legs of a younger woman.

At the time, I was quite impressed with how this woman looked from the rear. As for her front, I could only get a quick glimpse before I had to slip out of her view. What I saw briefly was even better than the rear view. Even with a body slightly on the hefty side, my mother still had a pair of tits to die for. I didn't have to see her naked to know that wonderful fact. Whether she was dressed nicely to go out with my dad or dressed casually in a blouse and pants, you just knew this woman had real big tits.

"You're the one being silly!" I told her. "You're not fat!"

It was a hot summer day and I really wanted to go to the beach. Since my dad was away on business, and my wife was out of town visiting her mother, I thought it would be a nice gesture to take my mother out for a day of sun and surf, and maybe even a nice dinner after. I never though about what ultimately happened before we even got anywhere near the beach or restaurant. Who knew the reaction I'd have when Mom came out of her bedroom wearing a bathing suit that was way too small for a body slightly on the hefty side?

"See, Joey! I told you I'm fat!"

All I had on at the time was my swimming trunks and a towel hanging loosely around my neck. Mom had on a two-piece suit that caused an immediate reaction inside my own bathing suit. My cock did what it shouldn't have done. It grew big and hard just from the sight of my not-fat-at-all mother.

My first reaction was to drop the towel from my neck down to my waist, covering up the obvious boner. That was the natural thing to do, but I didn't do that. I went with the totally unnatural thing. I stood there and gawked shamelessly at her solidly built curvy legs, her softly rounded meaty hips, and of course, the gigantic tits as they fought to keep from popping out of her too-small top.

She was my mother, but I couldn't keep myself from gawking at the awesome body that had given me an enormous hard-on. And in doing that, it enabled my well-built mother to do some shameless gawking of her own. I could see her looking down at my obvious bulge. She looked at it while saying nothing, but her widened eyes said plenty. When she looked up, they said more.

It was the kind of look a man never sees in his mother's eyes. He sees it in the eyes of wanton women who love their men having big fat dicks. I never thought of my mother in that light. Suddenly, I did. I see a woman without restraint or inhibition regarding her sexual behavior. I saw a woman very eager for fucking.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me, at the same time pressing my face between her hefty tits. I licked her cleavage as I grasped her ass. She grasped my head and held me to her bosom, moaning softly while telling me it was okay.

"This isn't wrong, baby! We both want it!"

I wanted it more than you can ever imagine. That's why I hungrily unhooked her bathing suit top and quickly grasped both her big tits with my eager hands. I wanted every part of her and I wanted it all at the same time.

I started by sucking on one hard nipple, then the other, sucking like a madman while squeezing and playing with both her giant mams. Mom just stood there with her head back, her hands giving no regard to my combed hair. She mussed it up totally while her fingers slithered through it. Not that I gave a shit about my hair. All I was thinking about were those big beautiful tits and how far my mother would go with me.

She was giving me her big tits, but would she be willing to give me more? I didn't know, but I just had to try. I stood up and pulled her against me. I could feel Tier belly make contact with my hard cock. When she didn't shy away from me, I took my next liberty. My hands returned to her ass and I started to tug her bathing suit bottom down around her hips. She still said nothing as I began to lower it further. She just looked into my eyes with that same lustful look. That's when I knew how far she'd go.

With the suit now draping her meaty thighs, I shifted her body slightly and lowered one hand to her bare belly, the other to her soft ass. Suddenly, my fingers were slithering through her pubic hair and squeezing a soft cheek. Her body tensed to my touch and mom moaned softly. She knew exactly where my fingers were going.

"You can touch me if you want to."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! I'm very sure!"

My fingers slid down through her hair and touched her clitoris. As they began a gentle rub, her eyes closed and mom moaned a little louder while squirming to my touch. The more I rubbed, the more she squirmed, and the louder she moaned.

"Oh, baby, baby! That feels so, so good!"

We kissed.

My wife kissed with an enormous amount of passion, my mother more so. Mom's wet lips parted, with her tongue licking my lips feverishly before her mouth began sucking on my tongue wildly. I couldn't believe the intensity of her kisses, nor how passionate she had become in so short a time. Her hand reached down and she rubbed my cock right through my suit. That felt good, but I wanted more from the woman who obviously wanted more too. I got rid of my suit fast. ' This made Mom very happy.

"Mmm, baby! I love your cock in my hand!" she told me with my cock filling her hand, jerking on the damn thing like she meant what she said. "But you know where else I love it, baby?" my mother asked, but I didn't answer with words. For that, I took her inside to the bedroom.

There are no words to describe what I felt the instant my hard cock slid into my mother's extremely wet pussy. It was a feeling I never experienced, not even with my wife. The joy I felt was so great, all I could do was lie there on top of her, not moving, not saying a word to the woman whose juicy hot cunt had consumed me. Only an impassioned plea by Mom could bring me out of the trance she had put me under.

"Fuck me, baby! I need you fucking me!"

Her big tits pressed to my chest; her arms and legs engulfed me. Her mouth, her sweet delicious mouth, pressed to mine and my mother kissed me again. That's when I came alive; that's when I started fucking her.

She squirmed beneath me, solid legs intertwining with mine, her lower body moving to and fro, her tongue swallowing my tongue, just as her cunt swallowed my cock. If I ever had a better fuck, I couldn't think of it. The fuck of my mother was so good; I didn't want it to end. I purposely kept myself from coming. Mom didn't feel quite the same as I did. She was a woman and a woman doesn't have to stop fucking just because she's come. Mom came and mom kept right on fucking.

Even as I felt her asscheeks tremble in my hands, I still felt her legs and arms around me. I still felt her squirming body, and still tasted her long, meaty tongue inside my mouth. Whatever restraint I exercised, soon gave way and my cock let loose with all its cream, filling my mother's hole as her ass again shook inside of my hands. The body stopped squirming; the legs relaxed off of me and her wet mouth pressed to my face cheek. The fuck of my hefty mother was over. Wrong. Good fucks never really end. They just pause.

After a brief respite, we stood up by the side of my bed. Mom asked if I still wanted to go to the beach. I told her I didn't. I was looking at her big, bare tits and her furry blonde bush. She was looking at my growing cock. The beach was a good idea earlier. Eating her pussy and having her suck my cock was definitely a much better one.

This time, I was on my back with Mom on top of me, her delicious pussy by my face. She was holding my cock with both her hands while I held onto her soft, meaty ass. I started by licking her smooth inner thighs; she started by licking the head of my cock. Above my face, I could see her wet juicy lips; between her legs, I could see a sight most guys never get to see. That's when it hit me.

The woman licking my cock-head wasn't just any woman. She was my mother. I was in the sixty-nine position not with my wife, and not with just another woman. I was in the oral sex position with the wife of my father and the woman who bore me. That should have made me stop what I was doing. It didn't. I brought her sweet, delicious pussy down to my face. I wanted that woman's sweet, delicious pussy.

As I licked her delicious folds and sucked on her clit, Mom started squirming again. Her bottom ground wildly against my face and her tits rubbed fiercely on my belly. What I was doing was making her as passionate as before. So much so, she stopped licking long enough to take my cock all the way into her mouth for a sucking that got me more aroused than before. She may have been my mother, but at that point I didn't care who she was. Her gliding lips and once-again licking tongue were taking my cock on another ride to orgasm heaven. I came just as Mom came. My body jerked as her body jerked. Right after, our bodies relaxed in sweat and cum.

The next day, mom prepared a nice lunch for our day at the beach. The weather was a little cloudy so there weren't many bathers. In fact, there was hardly anyone near where we set up our blanket. When we went in for a. dip shortly after arriving, we were the only people in the water. There was no one to see a man and a woman embrace for a passionate kiss. No one to see that same woman remove her small bathing suit. Only I could see Mom's plentiful chest. Only I could feel her delicious cunt lips engulf my cock. Yes! It was definitely a nice gesture taking my mother out for a day of sun and surf. Dinner after? Sure, why not? That was the least I could do for the lady who was giving me the best sex I'd had in years.

This pattern continued a few days a week for the entire summer. Whenever Dad was away, and whenever my wife was busy with one of her own projects, or away too, I'd take my mother to the beach, then dinner after. We didn't always fuck at the beach, but once we got home, there was no stopping us. The dieting mom and I hopped right into bed and the much slimmer woman gladly put out for her horny son. It was a marriage made in lust heaven since neither one of us was getting enough from our too busy spouses. I gave Mom what she needed and she did likewise for me. What could be wrong with that? Nothing. Except for one thing. We never thought of getting caught.

Dad was always gone for the whole week. He left Monday morning and returned Friday night. This time, he came back early. He did so because he suspected what most men think when they're away all the time. He knew he wasn't taking care of his wife like he should have been. He was only home for two days, and all he ever did during that time was watch sports on TV. She had to be fooling around.

Despite a body that had grown a little hefty, his wife was still a good-looking woman. Suddenly, she had lost that added weight and looked a little too good for my father's jealousy to comprehend. She was looking too good for somebody and it wasn't him. He wasn't there. Somebody else was. Naturally, I had no idea he felt this way. My father and I never talked about sex; especially since his sex life involved my mother. I guess he figured it wasn't right for a man to discuss how another man's mother performs in bed. The funny part was, he didn't have to tell me. I already knew.

What wasn't funny was having him walk in on us. For a few brief seconds, it was the least funnies time of my life, not to mention the longest few seconds of my life. I didn't know what to do say. He had walked into my bed-l room where the door was neither locked nor closed. We didn't expect him. There was no need to I lock or close the door. There was only a need to do what we'd been doing for the many months he had been away during the week. Suddenly, that need had us in mid-fuck, with my father standing at the foot of my bed.

"So, I was right!" he said calmly. "My wife does have herself a lover."

I collapsed right onto my mom. Her legs fell off of me and she still. Neither one of us knew what to say. Shit! What could you say in a situation like that? The man who caught his wife cheating on him wasn't just a scorned spouse. He was much more than that to both of us. We both knew we had hurt my father badly. We had broken a trust. There was no way he could ever forgive us for our act of incestuous lust. Surely, he'd divorce my mom and disown me. Our future together was gone. Or was it?

He told me to get up off his wife and I did what he asked as fast as I could. I didn't want him any more upset than I assumed he already was. My first thought was to grab something to cover myself. Mom felt the same and quickly closed her legs before pulling up the sheet over her naked body. That's when things got interesting.

My father pulled away the sheet. "Not so fast, sweetheart!" he told her, before taking hold of his wife's ankles. My mother froze in place. She was more stunned by his move than I was. His next move stunned us even more. He spread her legs.

This time, my embarrassed mother spoke. "Jack! What are you doing?"

He grinned. "I'm showing myself your pussy, the pussy I've been neglecting."

"I better go!" I started to leave when he told me to stop. He wanted me there to watch while he took care of unfinished business. I didn't want to, but I did. Fucking my mother was one thing. Seeing my father do it was something else. It was almost as if I was intruding. Little did I know!

Wearing only my underpants, 1 watched him tug her body to the end of the mattress. My mother was too stunned to refuse him. She just laid there with her arms back behind her head, her .big tits heaving; her legs open all the way. My tight briefs couldn't hide the hard-on I was getting. Suddenly, the thought of watching them fuck didn't seem so obscene.

He didn't even remove his pants or underwear. He just dropped them to the floor, letting his big cock spring free. Mom looked at it first, then at me. Apprehension showed on her face. She wasn't happy about doing it in front of me either. "Jack! You're not! We can't!" Little did she know!

Given the situation he had caught us in, my father wasn't taking no for an answer. As far as he was concerned, neither Mom nor I had any choice in the matter. She was going to fuck for him and I was going to watch him doing it.

Despite my apprehension, I stayed and watched. After a while, I was glad I did. My father was no slouch in bed either. He didn't just mount his good-looking wife. He ate her pussy first, making my mother forget she even had an audience. Her awesome body bounced on the bed; her big tits jiggled all over as she wrapped her solid legs around his head, coming for my father just as she'd come for me. The old man got her off, and then set about taking care of himself. He drove his big, hard cock deep into Mom.

That alone was well worth the price of admission. I was seeing my mother fuck from a totally different perspective. It was almost as good. I suddenly wanted her even more than I did before. My father couldn't help but notice me jerking off while I watched the old lady giving him her all. After he dumped his load into her, he stood up with his cock still inside her.

"I should be pissed, but I'm not! You opened my eyes, son! When you got a woman this good, you just can't ignore her."

She was gasping with her arms back behind her head when he motioned me to move to the side of the bed right by her head. I had a feeling what he was thinking, but I didn't dare make a move until he told me. Then, he did.

"Go ahead, son! I know she sucks a mean cock. Go ahead and give it to her."

I should have hesitated, but I couldn't. The look on her face told me she didn't want me hesitating. We had already crossed the line. There was no reason to wait.

My hand took hold of her head, my fingers slithering through her curly blonde hair. It moved behind her head and I lifted her face to my cock. She didn't hesitate either. My mother took if all into her mouth and started sucking me off while my father continued fucking her. If there was ever a more arousing time in my life I couldn't think of it. My cock had never been harder, my balls never more eager to empty their contents. Given who this was, and what she was doing for both of us, I didn't have the will to keep from coming. As I felt her tongue, I grasped her face cheek and leaned forward into her. My cock head touched the back of her throat with her tongue still licking. It fired and fired and fired. Dad's cock did the same. It fired and fired into a pussy quivering from its own explosion of cum.

He asked me to leave right after. What they were going to do didn't require my presence. As per his request, I moved out of my own room, but stopped by the door long enough to take a quick look back inside. What I saw made me feel good, but not in the way you might think. I didn't get aroused from seeing my mother sucking on my father's cock. That was his right.

Dad doesn't go away on business anymore. I don't fuck my mother anymore. Our lurid relationship ended the day he came home early. She doesn't need me like she once did. Mom has a husband for that. Dad will never ignore her again.



Filling My Needs Ch. 01



I wake up wet and I know instantly it is because of my dream. Damn, I am still horny. My hand slips to my husband's side of the bed and quickly I am disappointed to find it empty. He's already gone to work and left me here wet and wanting. My thoughts change in that moment toward my son. He is the reason for my wetness by way of me dreaming of him. Over the summer he went through a transformation and bulked up into a stud.

Now, I have never thought of my son in any kind of sexual manner, but his hard body made that change. Then the day came when I accidently walked in on him after as he was climbing out of the shower. His cock was just hanging there and my god, it was huge and not even hard. The funny thing was he didn't try to hide it or even freak out. Before he could say anything, I excused myself, but I haven't been able to get him out of my mind since.

Without thinking my hand slips down between my legs and I start to slide my fingers through my slit. My intentions are to just rub myself, but I am so slippery that my fingers just slide right into my entrance. Soon, I am moaning steadily and the bed is creaking rhythmically underneath me. Pussy juices are flowing on my hand. My moans grow louder and I am thankful the house is empty.

I can feel an orgasm building inside of me, ready to bust free and surge through my body. The bed shakes and rattled under my intense rubbing and I know it will be any moment when my climax breaks on me like a violent wave. My body seizes up, my fingers press hard on my clit while my other hand fingers my pussy steadily. My breath catches in my throat before I begin moaning loudly and as soon as it hits, I am screaming. Through the haze of my powerful climax, I can hear footsteps creaking in the hall outside my room.

I tremble on my bed after the orgasm subsides. My legs are shaking and my heart is pounding wildly. Pussy juices leak down my ass crack. I reach over to my night stand and slide the drawer open. I dig through the clutter inside and pull out my little blue vibrator and turn it on. I close my eyes as I slide the buzzing vibrator between my breasts and down my stomach.

It feels good and I breathe heavily as I press it against my clit, making me wetter. I let it slip down further and thrust it into my pussy without any gentleness. I push it further and further inside me, burying my feet into the mattress. I bite my lip as my pussy tightens and the sensations become sharper. After a few seconds I orgasm, soaking my bed even more. I pull out the vibrator and let it fall to the side and I close my eyes thinking about my son.

I let out a gasp as I feel a sudden weight against my body. I open my eyes to see my son's face less than an inch from mine. My eyes widen in surprise as he grips my shoulder and I feel a gush of pussy juice rush out of me. I stare up into his blue eyes and his blonde hair falls over his face to gently brush my forehead. His face touches mine and his lips brush my lips. I feel incredibly hot and I don't know if it's from his body or my own arousal.

He moves one hand from my shoulder and brushes the hair from my neck. I feel him move to trail a set of kisses along my neck. His other hand slides from my shoulder and runs along my breast. I inhale as he slides his fingers under it and cupping it before squeezing slightly. He then slides it down even further until his hand is on my hip. He trails his hand down to my thigh and I gasp. I can feel another gush of wetness

"I'm going to take you here and now," he says.

He sits up and for the first time I see that he is completely naked. I feel no inhibitions as I reach my arms out to touch his chest. I feel his hard muscles for the first time since he got them. He lowers his gaze from my face to my chest. 

"You're beautiful," he rasps.

My eyes travel lower and I am unable to look away from his huge erect cock. Without thinking, I reach out and touch it, my fingers just brushing his cockhead. I trail my fingers down the length of it, admiring it. Then I wrap my hand around it and gently squeeze. A smile creeps across my face as I start to slide my hand up and down.

Just as I get into the rhythm of pleasuring him, he presses his lips into mine and slips his cock between my legs, just barely touching my pussy lips. He grips my breasts firmly, squeezing my already hard nipples. I moan softly at the warmth of his hands and the ripples of pleasure from his touch.

He rocks his hips forward and back, dragging his cock along my pussy lips, teasing me. I try to reach down to guide him into my waiting pussy, but as soon as I move them, he releases his hold on my breasts to pin my hands down. He takes both my hands into one of his and raises them above my head.

He slides his other hand between my legs and clutches his cock, positioning it at my entrance. He gently slides it in and I begin to moan as I take his large cock in me. As he soon as his enormous cock fills most of me, he pulls out. I'm about to complain when he forces it into me again, hard and fast. I gasp and a moan escapes my lips. He repeats the motion, going faster and pushing harder with each stroke. I feel his cock throb and it is incredible as my tight pussy contracts itself around it, welcoming it with a warm, wet embrace with each thrust.

He groans as he feels that he is about to cum. I gasp as my pussy constricts more and more around him. He explodes deep inside me and I orgasm as a result. He continues to pound me into the bed until I can feel him becoming limp inside me. I cum again and again, even after he is finished. When he pulls out, I am still cumming.

My cum drips from my pussy and down my thighs. I can feel his dripping from me as well. He places his hands on my cheeks and kisses me gently and tenderly.

"Your father would have a fit if he knew about this," I say.

He leans back and smiles, "He already does."



Filling My Needs Ch. 02



After the stunning revelation from my son, I spent the whole day thinking about him and my husband. It is one thing to have your dreams fulfilled by your son and then find out it is something your husband approved of. What really blew my mind was the when I was told my husband wanted to have a threesome with me and our son.

At dinner we sat in near silence, but both couldn't keep their eyes off me and all throughout I got fleeting glances and smiles. My pussy ached and I couldn't wait for dinner to be over. When it was I cleaned up while they went off, probably planning the evening out. Now I sit on the bed wearing the sexiest lingerie I have.

I don't have to wait long. Both my husband and son come into the room, naked with their cocks nice and hard. As I am sure they have planned, my husband slips onto the bed while my son hangs back. He watches as my husband slips two of his fingers into me. After a few moments my son comes up next to the bed with his cock practically in my face. I reach out for both their cocks and begin to slowly stroke them.

My husband leans in to kiss me while my son reaches out and begins rubbing my breasts. My husband breaks the kiss, pulling out his fingers and slips between my waiting legs. His tongue flicks over my clit, sending a rush through me. My son moves onto the bed and shoves his cock further into my face. I know what he wants, so I take his large, rock hard cock into my mouth. My moans caused by my husband are muffled by my son's large cock as I try to take all of him.

After several long minutes they pull away, leaving me wanting more of them. I smile at them and say to my son, "Why don't you sit down. I want you both to whatever you want to me."

I look at my husband and I wink before I kneel over my son's cock and begin sucking on it again. My husband gets behind me and slides his cock into my pussy. I moan onto his cock again as my husband starts thrusting into me and I am loving every bit of it. It is the first time I have ever had two men in my bed at once.

My husband takes my earlier comment and puts it to use. He pulls his cock out of my dripping, wet pussy and presses it into my tight, pink asshole. I take my son's cock out of my mouth and yell, "Fuck my ass!"

He thrusts his hard cock in and out of my tight ass. Then suddenly, he pulls it out and says to our son, "I think we need to switch spots. Why don't you come fuck your mom?"

I let go of his cock and he slides behind me, taking his father's place. Without hesitation, he sticks his hard cock into my pussy and begins to fuck me. He starts off slow and slowly builds up his thrusts. I look at my husband as I stroke his cock and moan, "Fuck me harder!"

I slip my husband's cock into my mouth and furiously suck on it. After a few minutes I feel my son pulling out and both he and my husband start stroking their cocks. I get onto my knees so that I am between them, ready to accept their cum from their hard cocks.

"Come on boys and cum all over my face," I say.

Several streams of hot cum pelts my cheeks, nose and lips as it shoots from my husband's cock. As soon as the last drop comes out my son explodes with his. His cum splashes against my forehead and eyes before dripping down my nose and cheek. I grab both of their cocks and one by one I use them to rub their cum all over my face before sucking them dry.

"Both of you take me together," I say.

My son nods and lies down on the bed. I climb onto top of him, straddling him and slowly inch my way onto his waiting cock. He reaches up to grab my breasts, squeezing them in his strong hands. I look to my husband and he has a smile on his face as he slowly strokes his cock.

When he is ready, he pushes me down onto my son. He then straddles our son's legs and presses his cockhead into my asshole. With one quick push, he slips in, sliding deep into my ass. Slowly by my son and husband start thrusting in and out of each hole.

After a few moments I want more. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" I yell. They both comply and begin thrusting harder and faster. I feel my husband grab my hips and slam his cock as hard and fast as he can into me. I feel so full of cock and I can't wait to feel full of their cum.

I don't have to wait long either.

My husband is the first to burst and he spews a load of his warm cum inside my ass. I can feel his cock pulsate, making it feel like my ass is being opened further until the last of it drips out and he withdraws. As I feel the cum leaking from my ass, my son drives his cock into my pussy harder and faster until he too bursts, filling my pussy with just as much as his father.

I pull off my son and roll to my back and begin rubbing my clit. It takes only a few seconds before my orgasm hits. Both my husband and son are watching me intently as cum leaks out of my ass and pussy. I smear it all around my pussy lips as I my orgasm slowly dies down.

When it is all over I beckon both my boys to me. They each lie in my arms and I kiss both with a feverish passion. I smile and say, "My friends are going to be so jealous."



Filling Santa's Shoes



It was about 4 months ago that my brother Eric had been killed in Iraq, he was Army, an IUD got him. Eric had been married to Julie, They had one child together, Suzie, who was 5. Julie had two other girls when they married. Marie was now 18, just turned about 2 months ago, and Dawn, who was 20 about to hit the big 21. 

They were destroyed when we lost Eric, they all loved him very much. I am Randal, still being called Randy even though I was now in my middle 40's, 46 to be honest. But Randy still fit, except for Julie, she had always called me Rand. Julie was 37, being just a kid when Dawn was born, I was Eric's older brother, he was just 30, had been in the Army since 18. 

Since Eric had left for Iraq I had kinda filled in around his family, you know just helping out around the house with repairs and helping where I could. His loss was still very difficult, but everyone was coping. 

Halloween had gone well and Thanksgiving has been a very nice time for everyone, all things considered. Not a lot of thanks being given, but they were together and relatively happy. I could see the toll it was taking on everyone for Eric to be gone. 

He had met Julie at the local Wal-Mart, she and the older girls were looking at a grill and Eric took the chance and decided to help, it was a quick courtship and they were married about 6 months later. I am a musician and spends my time at their place when I was in town and not on the road. 

After Eric was gone, I tried to be there to help like I said and one day Julie asked me, "Rand, can I get you to do me a BIG favor, PLEASE?" She looked at me with her big brown eyes and like always I started to melt, "Christmas is coming up and, well, Eric always used to play Santa for Suzie, would you, could you, do it this year. It won't be long before she will know the truth and I think this year she needs it, may be the last year she believes."

I wasn't thrilled, but how could I turn that down, and a chance to see the look on that little angels face, lately she hadn't smiled near as much as she used to. "Julie I would be happy to, but I have never done it, what's the deal." 

She tells me that Eric had a suit and all I had to do was show up in the suit and let Suzie see me placing the presents and then eating the cookies and milk that she would put out for me. Suddenly I start to look forward to it.

Fast forward to that Christmas Eve and about 10 o'clock that night I show up and go into the bathroom and slip into my outfit. Then I go into the living room and start placing the presents under the tree. 

While I am working I hear someone coming down the steps, looking over I see Suzie as she sits on the bottom step. Walking over closer and saying. "WELL, hello there lil Suzie." Her eyes widen and she looks up into my eyes.

"Santa, you know my name, h o w do you?" 

Smiling at her reaction I tell her, "I am Santa little one, of course I know your name. I know everything about you." This almost floors her, she sits there wide-eyed and not knowing what to say.

She closes her mouth and asks, "Everything Santa? You mean it? Did you know my Daddy isn't ever coming home? I miss him so much." 

Fighting back the tears I look into the bag, "Let's see, I think there is something special in here JUST for you." I pull out a small doll and hand it to the sweet little girl. 

She immediately starts to cry, "Daddy told me he would get that for me, I didn't think I would see her ever." 

She takes the little doll and hugs it tightly, I take her hand and say, "You should go back to bed, Santa still has a lot of places to stop tonight."

"Will you walk me up and tuck me in Santa?" She pulls my hand and smiles.

"Of course sweetie," I follow as she leads me up the stairs. 

After about three steps or so she stops and turns, all she says is, "Santa," and points back toward the tree.

Looking back I see the milk and the plate with the cookies on it, I go back and get the cookies and eat them, finishing off the milk at the same time. I Return to the stairs, she smiles, holds out her hand and we start back up the stairs and go into her room. I help her into bed, tuck her in and give her forehead a little kiss. "I love you Santa," Then she closes her eyes.

"I love you too Suzie," turning out the light I turn and start down the long hall. 

At the next room I look in and see that Marie is standing just inside the door. Wearing a tiny pair of panties and a tee, with bunnies on her feet. Playing with her hair. Her eyes twinkle as she looks me up and down., "So Santa, you got something in your bag for me?" Smiling a sheepish little smile.

I stare and can't move, not knowing what to do, "Well, little girl, I am sure there is something by the tree," hoping at first she is just teasing me.

"Santa, I have been waiting patiently while you were nice to the little girl, but I really need you now, " she steps closer and whispers in my ear, "You promised Santa, just last year, that this year my present would be you. Then you licked me and let me stroke you until you squirted in my hands and mouth. 

You said this year you would rub my clitty with that nice hard cock of yours." she reaches out and lightly traces my cock as it hardens inside the red suit. "I have been a good girl all year waiting, now I wanna be NAUGHTY."

She then sits back on her bed and pulls down her pretty panties, giving me a nice view of her smooth little mound. "Please Santa, my kitty wants to feel your tongue and cock, you promised. I know you won't slide him inside, but you promised to fuck my clitty if I ate you first." 

Then she take a handful on my cock, pulling me out and over to the side of her bed. She slowly strokes me and watches as I get hard as a steel pipe, then licking the head she sits back and smiles, "Ok Santa?" 

I can take no more and look back to the hall to see if it is still empty, then drop my pants and let her pull my cock to her mouth. She teases me skillfully and slides down each side as she cups my balls. I am almost ready to pop when she slides my cock deep into her mouth, getting me wet and then pulling back with a hard sucking. 

I push her back onto the bed and kneel between her knees, she watches as I lick her lips, opening her up to get to the little clit that is hiding. I suck the small bud into my mouth as it pops into view, this sends a wave of chills through her and she shutters, I keep licking and teasing until the juices start to flow. 

I stand and push her knees to her chest and lay my hard cock across her pussy, resting between the lips and across the clit, then I just start to slide back and forth. She starts to moan and thrash her head from side to side. Pushing her hips up and rubbing the bottom of my cock on her clit. In just a few stroke she starts to cum, tensing her legs and letting out a soft wail, the fluid gushing from her tiny pussy.

When her spasms die down and she relaxes back onto the bed she smiles, pulls me close and whispers, "That was what I needed, thank you Santa, thank you so much. Now remember the deal, on my birthday you will take my cherry and make me yours." 

I get up, pull up my pants, and tell her, "A deal is a deal. Till your birthday, mums the word." Not really sure what just happened, was she just playing me or was Eric really making these promises, all I knew was I needed to get out of that room before her mom came in. "Good night Marie, and a very Merry Christmas to you." I turn and am out the door. 

Hurrying down the hall I turn a corner and walking past Dawn's room, she reaches out and pulls me inside. Wrapping her arms around me she kisses me, her tongue darting into my mouth. This is crazy but I am kinda swept up in the moment and pull her tight and return the kiss. 

As she pulls away I look and she is wearing a tiny little teddy, my favorite sportswear. The little panties are crotchless. She plops down on her bed and spreads her legs, giving me a nice view of her smooth pussy.

"So, if your done playing house with the little girls, how about slipping that sweet hard cock into my cunt, Santa?" she starts to stroke her clit and motions me closer. Having long ago decided not to question any of this, I take my place on my knees between hers, spreading her lips and dive in, licking and sucking on her lips and clit, she immediately starts to get wet and her clitty jumps right out at me. 

She reaches down and grabs my cock and strokes as I slide my tongue in deep. This starts her off, thrashing and rolling on the bed, she starts to cum after just a few minutes of my playing and eating her.

I stand and let her take my cock into her mouth, she pulls me in and down her throat, cupping my balls as her throat seems to suck my cock, gripping and pulling in even deeper. She bobs back and forth, slamming my cock to the back of her throat, which opens to take me all the way down to my sack, licking my balls as she holds me in deep. 

As amazing as this is I now want to be in her pussy. I pull my cock out and guide it into her and in one smooth motion I am buried to my balls inside her wet throbbing hole. She grabs my hips as I start to thrust and slam my cock in as deep as I can. The sound of her pussy sucking my cock in drives me wild and I slam my balls against her ass. 

"OH GOD SANTA, FUCK ME, FUCK ME ....... H A R D E R!!! I'M GETTING CLOSE......... MAKE ME CUM SANTA!!!" with that said she starts, raising her hips to meet my thrust and starts to cum, I can feel her squirting around my cock. 

That was all I needed and I started to cum, she pulls me out of her and lets my cum spray her belly and tits, then sits up and starts to gobble and lick me clean. I can barely stand with her hot mouth working on my cock. 

"DAMN DAWN, SUCK ME DEEP, YOU ARE SO FREAKIN GOOD!!!" As I shout, I realize that I could wake her mom and cover my mouth like a kid. "Baby, that is the best fuck I have had in a long time." Plopping down on my ass next to her on the couch, she scoots around and into my lap, her dripping pussy rubbing my spent cock as she wiggles.

"MMM SANTA, that was so good, you kept your promise like you said you would. Now, just remember your promise for my birthday. A really hot ass fuck for my 21st, and you said you would start to train me to be your slave, you PROMISED. I can't wait to submit to you and get that spanking you promised." I suddenly had a new respect for my brother, Eric you were the MAN. 

"I can't wait sweetie, it just makes it that much hotter knowing you are waiting for me so patiently." Not knowing what else to say, I begin to realize that I needed to get out before Julie happens to check on her girls. Kissing Dawn hard and deep I get up and walk to the door, "your birthday seems so far away, it will be wonderful," and out the door I go.

I head down the hall to the stairs and down, hoping to get out before Julie might find me. When I get in the living room I see her, behind the couch, on her knees and elbows, naked as hell, wearing only a black silk choker collar around her neck. In her hands a crop, she is holding it up as if handing it to someone. 

Her head is down, face almost on the floor. I stop in front of her and hear, "Sir, please this girl needs to be punished, please show me you care, make me your slut." I just stand for a minute not knowing what to do, but of course that doesn't last too long. I take the crop and slap across each ass cheek, one....... two...... three...... four...... each side. She doesn't jump much, but the welts start to rise as I can hear her whimpering.

Grabbing her hair and pulling her to her feet, then pushing her across the back of the couch. Her face in the cushions, her ass in the air, I go back to whipping her with the crop. The welts criss cross her cheeks when I finally stop. 

"So you wanna be my cunt do you?" switching to my hand and slapping her hard. "Well then, you must want my cock inside your pussy pretty badly, huh?" Spreading her cheeks and teasing the puckered little hole, "But I want to fuck your ass, deep and hard. What do you think about that?"

I keep slapping her ass as I talk, teasing her hole with my thumb as I do. "Please, Sir, fuck my nasty ass hard, make me cum for you." I move behind her and spit into her ass as I open it with my fingers, she is moaning and starting to wiggle her hips. I push in a finger, her ass pulling at me as I start to push and pull, in and out. 

Her pussy starts to weep and flow down the couch. I take my fingers and push into her pussy, getting two of them wet, then sliding them into her ass again. When I feel her ass start to relax as I finger her, I drop my red pants and move back in behind her, rubbing my cock through her lips and get the head wet with her juice. 

I bend my knees and push the head in, popping past the sphincter, she jumps and lets out a little yelp. I slap her ass for this and push again, burying me deep in her ass and pulling back, as I push again she relaxes and lets me sink to my balls in her ass. I start to rock my hips, fucking her ass and slapping her cheeks as I do. 

"That's it baby, push that ass back to me, force my cock in as deep as it can go." I keep rocking and thrusting into her, she is moaning and starting to get louder with each slamming thrust. I keep going until I can go no more and pull out, shooting my cum on her ass and back, she squirts as I do drenching my legs and the carpet below, "OH DAMN BABY..... THAT IS S O O O O GOOD!!!" I scream out as I fall across her back. Laying there until we both can regain ourselves and then fall over onto the couch.

When our breathing gets back to normal, she tells me she and the girls had planned this, hoping I was as good as Eric had been. They didn't know how to ask me to be their Master and run this Poly house, but it was what they had wanted for months. 

Once the grieving for my brother had lessoned, they had decided they needed me to take his place. The decision to make their move on Christmas was all their plan and I had been the one that got the best Christmas present ever. All I can say is "Ho Ho HO, MERRY CHRISTMAS. And don't forget, I only have to buy two birthday presents this year. Julie wants a leather collar. 



Filling the Emptiness Pt. 01



A BDSM historical romance split into several installments. Hopefully you enjoy the first installment of Caleb and Eloise's story.

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Eloise Elizabeth Smith. She wrote the name and stared at it. She was no longer a Cleary, but a Smith, and would be forever more. She had married Caleb Smith because she was forced to by her family. Families like hers always had arranged marriages to families like his. Her mother said that Eloise was fortunate to be married to a young, handsome man who was kind such as Caleb. Eloise supposed she was right, however she also knew that Caleb could never fill the hole that existed after Samuel. She looked down at the ring circling her third finger of her left hand. It was a light, simple golden band but it may have been a 100 pound weight. 

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After their first dinner as husband and wife, Caleb stood up and went to his new bride. Eloise was a beautiful, round woman. Caleb was a tall man, over six feet, and Eloise barely reached his shoulder. She was soft and curvy with the rosiest skin. He was eager to feel those curves against him and to take her light hair out of the pins and have it curl around his fingers. Pulling her chair out, he gestures towards the door. "Shall we, Lady Smith?" 

Eloise smiled briefly and stood up. "Thank you." Caleb took her hand and lead her upstairs. 

"My dearest Eloise. I am eager for a repeat of our wedding night, but with far less discomfort on your part. I want to show you how enjoyable it can be for you." He opened the door to their bedroom. The massive bed had been in his family for many generations. The coverlet was gold and purple, one he had ordered specifically for his bride-to-be. Caleb led her to the bed and stood behind her. He had excused her lady's maid for the night. 

He slowly pulled the pins one by one from her hair, watching each curl escape and fall around her shoulders and down her back. Once he had unpinned her hair, he filled his hands with her curls and ran his fingers firmly up her scalp, tugging ever so lightly and massaging her scalp. Eloise had been standing silently, her body tight, but he felt some of the tension release from her and a very small sigh escaped. He smiled and continued to massage her scalp. He then let his fingers curl up in her hair and pulled it, just a little, to help guide her head back to his shoulder. He kissed the nape of her neck, then allowed himself a small nip. She let out a shocked noise. Caleb pulled back and moved to her dress, unbuttoning each button slowly, exposing her chemise. With the last button and tie, he slipped the dress off her shoulders and it pooled at her feet. He admired her shape, the round fullness of her bottom, the swell of her hips. The primal part of him wanted to rip through the rest of her clothing and shove his cock deep inside her, but not yet. The day would come when he could do that, with her trust and submission but first, he must show her what her body could feel. 

Off came the rest of her underthings, just as slow. With each patch of skin he uncovered, he touched and kissed. When she stood naked, he admired her backside, then knelt behind her and kissed her bottom. He reached his hands around her and stroked her belly. It was round and soft, which he loved. She had some padding on her body, curves everywhere, which he found wildly attractive on a woman. He kissed and nipped at her bottom and his hands ran down to the hair between her legs. He dipped his fingers in and felt dampness. Eloise jerked away. 

"What are you doing?" She gasped. 

Caleb spun her around and pressed her onto the bed. 

"You will see." 

Her legs hung over the side of the bed, and Caleb knelt between them. Eloise was wildly uncomfortable and didn't know what he was going to do. She'd felt this before, the wetness and burning between her thighs when Samuel had... Well, she had felt it before. However, no one had ever touched it. Eloise felt Caleb kiss her thigh. He moved his mouth up and then he buried his head between her thighs and his mouth was on her, there.. In that spot. She felt his tongue probing and she moaned and screamed. Eloise went to push his head away but ended up pushing it further in. 

Caleb tasted her sweet pussy and it made him wild. He licked the little clit, hidden between the folds and felt her hands in his hair. He was so pleased that she was feeling pleasure bit even more pleased that obviously he was the first who had been here. He knew she was a virgin but couldn't know if another man had been here before him. He delved in deeper, nipping at her clit then sucking it into his mouth. He reached up and pressed her back so she laid on the bed. Before Caleb brought his hands back down to her sweet little pussy, he pinched the nipples of her large breasts. She yelped but he felt a surge of wetness come from her pussy. Excellent, she had enjoyed the pinch. 

He lapped at her clit and used one finger to stroke her entrance. She was pressing against his face and making small noises. He pulled away and said, "No Eloise, louder. Don't hide your pleasure." 

Eloise covered her face, embarrassed. He reached up and pinched her nipples again. She cried out, then he slid the finger inside of her. The walls of her pussy clenched at his finger and she gasped. "Make noises Eloise. Don't hold it back." He went back to her clit and licked it rapidly. He felt the walls of her pussy spasm and a floor gushed out of her. Oh yes, he thought. He loved when women had orgasms like men. When fluid came squirting out of them. He licked it all up them sucked the fluid off his fingers. 

Caleb pulled himself up onto the bed beside her. She was breathing heavily and her entire body was still quivering. He pulled her onto her side and laid facing her.

"You have orgasms like a man, pet. Did you know that?" In the dim light, he saw her turn bright red. She didn't respond. 

"Please answer me." He tweaked her nipple. 

"I... I did not know that. My apologies. That must be uncomfortable for you." 

Caleb laughed. "Oh no, darling. I love it. I look forward to drinking up all of the juices and fluid you create." 

Eloise was silent. Caleb took one of her breasts in his hand and bent down so the pink nipple was an inch from his mouth. He circled it with his tongue, lightly at first. Pulling her closer, he licked it harder. She moaned and her hips involuntarily jerked forward. "Tell me to touch your pussy." He demanded. 

"My what?" She sounded confused. 

Caleb pressed his palm into her pussy. "This. Your pussy." 

"I cannot call it that." She whispered. 

"You will call it that. Tell me you want me to touch it." She was silent again and he presses his palm into her, grinding it into her clit. "I said tell me, Eloise. Now."

He continued to grind his palm against her and she moaned. He could tell she was close and he stopped. She cried out. "Tell me what you want, Eloise." 

"Please... Touch me..." She trailed off. 

"Where?" 

"There." He could barely hear her. 

Caleb wished he had enough built with her so he could slap her pussy to get her to behave but he knew it wasn't yet time for that. 

"Say, 'touch my pussy.'"

"Please... Touch my... Pussy." She whispered it. Immediately he slipped two fingers inside her and pressed his palm against her clit. He fucked her and palmed her clit and she moaned and thrust into his hand. Another rush of fluid, even more this time. Caleb was looking forward to exploring how much he could get from her. 

"Open your eyes pet." He said to her. Very deliberately, he licked his fingers slowly. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an O. 

Caleb grinned at his lovely wife then pushed her on her back. He positioned himself between her legs and pressed just the head of his cock into her pussy. He could see her grimacing, afraid of the pain. 

"It will not hurt this time, at the beginning. It will feel good, much like it did towards the end." And he pushed his cock into her. 

Caleb watched her face. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. She gasped and her hips it forward to meet his cock. Yes, he thought, she loves it. 

He thrust into her pussy. Her walls clenched his cock and he could feel how incredibly tight and wet she was. He reached down and pinched her clit as he pumped in and out, quickly, then slowly. Her pussy walls clenched tighter and he had to push forward and hard so he wasn't squeezed out of Eloise as she orgasmed. She screamed this time and he then grabbed each nipple between his finger and thumb and gave them a hard pinch. Another orgasm rolled through her, this time so intense she squeezed his cock out. He thrust back into her then grabbed her wrists and Calebs lips found hers. He kissed her deeply, pinning her hands above her head, as he fucked her fast while he felt the orgasm building up inside of him. They were both gasping and she groaned as another orgasm rushed her body. He felt her tighten up and it pushed him over the edge. Caleb starting cumming as Eloise gushed all over his cock and they finished together. 

Eloise gasped and moaned as the orgasm diminished. Her husband, Caleb, rolled off of her and pulled her against him, his front side against her back. The pleasure she had felt was out of this world. Her mind was fuzzy and she groggily thought about how she wished that what she'd experienced with Samuel could include this as well. The pleasure was amazing, but there was still that need that was left unfulfilled.



Filling the Emptiness Pt. 02



Eloise lay across a saddle, her silver gown around her waist. Her chemise was pushed up and her bottom was bare to the cold night air. Inside the grand Cleary home, a celebration was underway. Her finger tips brushed the dirt and another whip across her bottom made her whimper. She was on number four and she wasn't sure if she could bear another. The pain was searing and quick. As quickly as it lashed, it faded and another came down across her bottom. She cried out and he took a cloth and shoved it into her mouth. Another lash and another. All the way to ten. Eloise's face was covered in tears, her screams muffled by the cloth he had gagged her with. She felt his hands, calloused by hard work but gentle with the cream he applied on her bottom. The pain in her bottom was second to the throbbing between her legs however and she yearned to rub the ache to make it go away. It was maddening. All of a sudden, her hands were free and she reached down to massage the ache for the first time... 

 Eloise awoke suddenly. It was dark in the room and Caleb laid beside her fast asleep. She had been dreaming of Samuel. It had been some time since she had dreamt of him and she sighed. The ache that had been present in her dreams was present in her waking state. She thought of how Caleb had rubbed it and slid her hand down her belly. She felt the soft hair between her legs and gently strokes the lips that hid all the pleasures that were to be had. She looked at Caleb again... He was asleep. Could she touch herself and create that feeling Caleb was able to give her? She slid one finger between the lips and felt the wetness. She stroked the hard nub between her lips and pleasure shot through her groin and made her toes curl. She rubbed it some more. She was lost in a fantasy that included the horse whip and a mouth between her legs and so close when a larger hand grabbed hers. 

 "What are you doing?" Caleb asked quietly. 

 Eloise was horribly embarrassed. "I...." How could she respond? Nice ladies didn't touch themselves like this. It was a spot only for her husband to explore. 

 A light was put on and he stared at her in the dim light. Caleb pulled the covers aside and shoved her night gown up around her waist. "Show me." 

 "What? Oh, oh no, I couldn't." She was red and deeply humiliated. 

 "Show me what you were doing. Show me how you were touching your pussy." Caleb took her hand and pressed it between her legs. "Show me how you pleasure yourself." 

 "I.. I don't. I never have.."

 "But you were. And I assume you have done it before." 

 "No! I have not." 

 His eyebrow raised up questioningly. "Never? Really? And all of a sudden it just occurred to you to do that?" 

 "Well... Yes." 

 "Explain this to me, pet." Calebs fingers found her labia and made lazy circles around the nub she had been touching. 

 Eloise did not respond. Caleb flicked her clit. She gasped and her hands flew between her legs. He pushed them away and he flicked it again, watching her face the entire time. She grimaced in pain at the same time her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Caleb felt his cock get even harder as he watched his wife respond to pain. He flicked her one more time, harder. A noise escaped her lips and her eyes closed. 

 Caleb took her hands and pinned them above her head. "I asked you a question. And if you're not going to answer, I'm going to give you a reason why you are unable to answer." He straddled her chest, and pressed his cock against her lips. Her eyes flew open and as she opened her mouth to protest, his cock went into her mouth. She gagged and he pressed deeper. He pulled back then pushed back in. Thrice more and then he moved off her chest. 

 "Eloise. When were are intimate, if something occurs that you cannot accept, you only need to press against my skin twice like so, and it will end immediately. If your hands are not available, you may also say 'moon' and things will instantly stop. Do you understand?" They stared at each other as the silence stretched between them and slowly she nodded her head. 

 "Good girl." He said. Then he pulled her up and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm going to try something, pet." He put her across his lap, her head nestled into the bed. He massaged her bottom and she made a noise. One hand slid into her curls and he pressed her face into the bed at the same moment that he sparked her bottom, five quick, sharp slaps. She screamed out, the bed muffling her noises. He slapped her again. Her hand came back and he wondered if she was going to stop him but she didn't. She covered her bottom and he slapped her hand away while pressing her face into the bed. More slaps on her bottom. Even in the barely lit room, he could see her bottom was red and the heat was emanating from it. He alternated slaps from cheek to cheek, in the middle, at the bottom and across her thighs. She was crying out but did not stop him. 

 Caleb pulled Eloise onto the floor. "Kneel." He said and he pressed her head into his lap. She was gasping and crying. He stroked her hair and shushed her. "Sh, pet. You did very well. What a good girl you are, darling. Now, you mustn't touch yourself again without my permission. I may allow you to do so, but you must ask." He massaged her neck. Eloise quieted her crying but her breathing was still erratic. "There you are, darling. Sh, very well done. As a treat, I will allow you to kiss my cock again. See how hard it is? You did that." 

 Eloise looked at Caleb. When he had stuffed it into her mouth before she had been utterly dismayed, but wildly aroused. She looked at it, hard and pink and leaned over to kiss the tip. Then she licked it. He groaned softly and she took the soft pink tip of his cock into her mouth and sucked it. She looked up at him and his face was indicative of the absolute pleasure. 

 What power! She could make him feel so good with just her mouth? She moved her mouth down further then reached up to cup the two testicles. His eyes flew open and she took all of his cock into her mouth, feeling it hit her throat. She gagged but continued on. Moving her mouth up and down his cock, dragging her tongue in zig zags and circles. He thrust his hips up and grabbed her hair and started moving his hips rapidly. She grabbed his thighs and allowed him access to her mouth. 

 "Yes. Eloise. My pet. Yes. I'm going to fuck your sweet mouth and pour myself into it." Faster and faster. His cock hit her throat over and over and she gagged but did not stop him. She could see what pleasure he was experiencing and didn't want to stop. She wanted to give him this pleasure no matter what. 

 Caleb let out a long, low groan and he filled her mouth. She let it hit the back of her throat and quickly swallowed it. It had a slightly metallic, salty taste. Not pleasant but not terrible. 

 He pulled her up onto the bed and kissed her. Laying her on her stomach, he lifted her night gown around her waist and retrieved some cream. He massaged it into her bottom, slowly and carefully. Eloise pressed her bottom into his hands and he smiled. He couldn't wait to explore more with his wife. To show her how she could please him and submit to him.



Filling the Emptiness Pt. 03



Eloise was sitting in a chair, her legs curled under her, with a book in her hands. Caleb walked into the sitting room and smiled at the sight of his lovely wife. Eloise looked up and returned the smile. 

"Hello my darling." Caleb walked up beside her and kissed the top of her head. He cupped the back of her neck and squeezed. She gasped and pulled away, which only made him tighten his grip. He moved his hand to the front of her neck and wrapped his fingers around her throat, squeezing lightly. She struggled to pull away. "Don't. You know what you need to do for something to stop." Her eyes were wide and he could see fear in her eyes, but it was more than that. She was aroused. 

Caleb pulled forward to indicate she was to stand. Eloise stood in front of him, his hand on her throat. Keeping his hand on her throat, Caleb went behind her and reached up under her dress. He thrust his hand between her legs and pinched her clit. She was already wet. Caleb laughed "You're wet, my pet. So eager and ready for me. That's good. It pleases me." He thrust two fingers inside of her, tightening the hand on her throat and pulling her head back. He bit her neck and fucked her soaking pussy with his fingers. She was squirming and half gasping, half choking. "Yes. Good girl. I want you to orgasm on my fingers then you're going to lick all your wetness off my hand." He felt her pussy spasm and tighten like a vice around his fingers and he his palm against her clit, which pushed her over the edge. He felt her warm juices squirting all over his fingers and kept pumping them in and out of her while she moaned. Caleb then loosened his grip on her throat and pressed his wet fingers into her mouth. 

"Lick them like you licked my cock." Eloise obeyed and he smiled. She was coming along nicely. 

"I'm going to introduce you to a new sensation." He said, leading her over to a waist high table. "Lay your top across this." 

Caleb pushed her skirts up and bared her bottom. It was so lovely. He could not resist slapping it a few times. He noticed how she pushed her bottom out, even as she cried out from the sharpness. 

"You like when I spank your bottom, don't you? My, oh my, I thought I had an innocent wife but really, you're just a dirty girl, aren't you, darling?" Eloise didn't respond. 

"You need to learn when I ask you something, that you (slap) must (slap) respond (slap) appropriately (slap)!" He spanked her between each word. 

"I'm not! I'm not a dirty girl!" She cried out. 

Caleb turned her around and saw her eyes swimming with tears. "Darling, it's acceptable for you to be a dirty girl with me. I encourage you to do so. I am privileged to have you behave in such a way with me. It is our intimacy and no one else's." Eloise's face turned red and the tears that she had tried to withhold fell down her face and a sob escaped. Caleb was surprised. He gathered her into his arms and sat in a chair, with her in his lap. 

"Eloise, my pet, whatever is the matter?" 

Eloise cried and just shook her head. 

Caleb sighed. He reached under her top and pinched her nipple. "Eloise, I will listen to your worries but you must voice them and not be difficult." 

"I can't tell you!" She choked out. 

"Yes you can, my pet. Tell me what is burdening you." Caleb stroked her neck and shoulders. 

Eloise took a deep breath and said, "You are not the only one who I have experienced such intimacies with.." She looked down, ashamed. 

"Darling, I know you were a virgin. And I know you had yet to experience an orgasm." Caleb was confused. 

"No! I was all of that. What I mean is... The other things you do. The ones that make you say I... I am a dirty girl." More tears slipped down her cheeks. 

Caleb pulled her closer and held her tighter. "Explain." 

And so Eloise did.... 

"When I was at home, there was a man who worked for Mother and Father. His name was Samuel. He was very handsome and I suppose I had a bit of a school girl crush on him. I would try catch glimpses of him. One day, I had followed him outside. He was hidden, it was the end of the day. I could only see his back. I heard him make a noise and crept around so I could see his front side. His.... " her voice trailed off. "His cock?" Caleb prompted. "Yes," she said softly, "his cock. It was out. He was stroking it with his hand. In the other hand he had a drawing. It was of a girl, tied up with her hands above her head, nude. A man was standing beside her with a whip in his hand. I felt... A burning warm sensation between my legs and desperately wanted to rub it away as he was doing but Mother had told me never to touch myself there. So I watched him. He was grunting and going faster and faster until fluid erupted from his cock. When that occurred, I couldn't hold back and cried out. He saw me. I was horrified. I had no idea what to do. He smiled at me and beckoned me to come to him. I should have left. But I did not. I came over to him and he asked me what I thought of the picture. I was speechless. Then he yanked me over his lap and spanked me over my dress. I could not believe it! I was so... Well now I know, aroused. He never did anything to me... Like what you do. He spanked and whipped me. He would stroke his cock afterwards and orgasm in front of me. I was always aroused. I wanted to see him always. He would sometimes tie me up and whip me. That was all that occurred." Eloise quieted.

Caleb's cock had grown hard at her description. "Why did you let him?" 

"I don't know. I truly don't. I had never been hit as a child. But I... Just craved it. There is something wrong with me!" Eloise was humiliated. She had loved it but had always felt terrible for wanting it so badly. 

"There is nothing wrong with you. It is a part of you and obviously always has been, just as with me. That was why I slowly started with you, my pet. I need to have it. I was hoping it was something you would allow. I am thrilled that we complement each other in this." Caleb slid his hand up her dress. "You're so wet. Your sweet pussy is so wet and ready for me." He brushed against her clit then lower. He slipped two fingers inside her and she moaned. 

"I want to make something clear, my darling. Look at me." She listened. "You are mine. No one else is ever to touch you in such a way. I am your husband and Master, if you'll have me." 

A thrill shot through her body and settled between her legs. He felt the surge of wetness in response to his words. 

"I... I don't understand. Why does this arouse me so deeply?" She whispered, as his fingers moved quicker, fucking her deeply. 

"It is who you are. Just as it is who I am. Now, I want you to orgasm. Now. Cover my fingers in your fluids. Now." She gasped at his words and felt her belly twist and her toes curl as the orgasm he demanded build deep inside her and flowed out of her. She moaned and thrust herself into his finger. 

"Yes! Yes yes yes. Please!" She gasped. 

He was overcome with desire at her pleas and shoved her dress up around her waist. His hard cock practically ripped through his pants as he took it out and he threw her onto the floor and buried himself within her. He felt her pussy sucking at his cock, quivering and soaking. Caleb grabbed her legs and fucked her hard. "Mine. You. Are. Mine." He thrust into her with each word. She lifted her hips up to meet his thrusting. He wrapped both hands around her neck and squeezed her throat. At the first squeeze, she exploded. She was choking and gasping, pulling at his hands but not truly wanting him to remove them from her delicate neck. The fluid poured from Eloise and covered his cock and pants in her juices. Caleb pulled out and turned her onto her belly. He yanked her up so her bottom was in the air and her face pressed into the rug.

He slammed back into her pussy like this and used a finger to tease around the entrance of her bottom, using her own juices as lubrication. As he pumped in and out of her tight pussy, he wiggled his finger into her bottom. She gasped and whimpered. Deeper his finger went. Eloise protested and reached back to move his hand. He slapped her hand then her bottom. 

"Don't." He said. He felt his own orgasm building so he slowed down. He moved his finger in all the way then gently started thrusting it in and out of her bottom. He used the other hand to grab her hair and growled, "you're going to have my cock in there, my pet. It's going to fill you and you will orgasm from it." Another whimper escaped her lips. He stretched her tight hole and started thrusting in and out faster. 

Eloise's whimper turned into a moan as the feeling went from painful to pleasurable. This was a spot that she never could have imagined would feel pleasure but here it was. She was filled completely. Caleb matched the speed of his finger fucking with his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. He was fucking her completely and felt the tightening of her pussy. She was going to orgasm and that knowledge pushed him over the edge. He growled and moaned as he filled her pussy. 

Caleb collapsed on her, his front pressed against her back. "This Samuel is gone. He is no longer a part of your life. Tis you and I, my pet. And you will feel so much more fulfilled than you ever imagined. In time, you will submit in all ways to me."



Filling the Fantasy



Here's the thing - I have had a fantasy for about 10 years that I cannot find anyone who is willing to help me fulfil. I know that sounds odd, but it's true. See what you think . . .

Firstly, a little about me. Early forties, carrying a couple of extra pounds though I'm about right for my size. Shaved head (hate balding wispy hairs!), blue grey eyes, reasonably well built.

I'm looking for a couple, preferably a bit older, to use me for an hour or so - that's all. There are loads of stories here about cuckolds and BDSM, but I think I fall somewhere in between. Here's my fantasy . . .

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I arrived at the front door of a nondescript house in a nice suburb - no concerns leaving the car parked in front of the house here! As I walked up to the front door I caught a little movement of a curtain - so, they knew I'd arrived.

The front door was ajar an inch or so, as I'd been told it would be, and with a little trepidation for what I was expecting to come, I pushed through the door and pushed it nearly closed behind me. Standing in the small entrance area, I could see tasteful decorations and furniture in the adjoining lounge area, while in front of me was a kitchen stool that held a blindfold and a note with one word - "Welcome!". Now I was getting adrenaline nerves. I simultaneously wanted to go through with this, and was thinking I should get the hell outta here! We'd agreed over emails that when they heard the front door close I'd either be there and ready to continue, or they'd find an empty room with me gone.

I undressed fairly quickly, my freshly shaved eight inch boner making a lie out of any concerns my brain might have head. 

Folding my clothes neatly, I placed them on the stool, sat the blindfold on my head and stepped back. The adrenaline was definitely surging - I closed the door a little harder than I meant to, quickly stepping back to the middle of the small room and pulling the blindfold securely over my eyes.

It seemed like an eternity, standing there naked and blind, in a strange house, a raging hard on jutting out in front of me, before I sensed rather than heard movement nearby.

To my left a woman's voice, older, silky, simply said "Welcome Mike" - I guess I knew who wrote the note. That was Helen, and she sounded as good as her photos. 

Then, to my right, a deeper, huskier mans voice - Paul. "This is your last chance son. Stand there or leave, but this is your last chance." Shit -- a guy was looking at me naked with a hard cock! But thie is what I had come for, and the initial shock at the reality of my "situation" gave way to what felt like an extra inch growing out the front - and I stood my ground. "All right then." The they left, and a moment later I heard the stereo start.

I was lead through the lounge and then on through the house, a small hand gripping my hard on and leading me. We stopped, and she gently pushed me forwards from my waist until I was leaning over something like a padded table. Her hand snaked down my butt cheeks, lightly tracing my crack, and cupped my balls from behind, so I spread my feet a bit further apart to give her room. She reached around, playing gently with my cock. "DO you like that?"

A moan was all I could muster to answer her, and as I did I was grabbed roughly by the wrists and pulled forwards until the table was embedded above my groin, my straining dick sitting under the edge. Before I could really react I heard the sound of something moving rapidly through the air, followed by the most indescribable pain I'd ever felt on my arse; I was getting my first ever whipping and it was scaring the hell out of me, and it FUCKING HURT!

She whipped me about six times before pausing, and then started in on me with her hand. After five, she stopped.

"The riding crop was to warm you up a little, but I prefer to spank little boys with my bare hands. I think that must be more embarrassing, don't you?", and I was surprised to realise she was right - I was feeling incredibly embarrassed right now.

Another quick five spanks were delivered, with her hand in the small of my back (which she didn't need - it felt like Hulk Hogan was holding me forwards!). "When I ask you a question, you WILL answer it - do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am" was about the best I could choke out - I was feeling incredibly vulnerable and highly embarrassed, and thought I might be about to cry.

"You certainly sound like a little boy being spanked. That's a good start!"

And with that the torment really began. I was held fast as she spanked and spanked and spanked me. I managed to hold it all together for about a minute, then couldn't resist as the tears started to flow, my poor backside being turned dark red by this vile woman. I don't know how long she spanked me, or how many times she struck me, but I was on fire from the back of my knees to the top of my buttocks.

I hated her.

I hated him for holding me

I hated myself for being there.

But not for long.

Bawling like a baby, I realised she had finished, and the grip on my wrists was less. She was making cooing sounds, and spreading something cool and smooth (hand cream?) over my abused backside. The sobs lessened, and the "massage" started working cream down into my inner thighs, around my balls, and back up to my puckered arse. She teased at me back there, my virgin spot, until she'd managed to get one of her little fingers in there with some lube. The effect was phenomenal. I'd played with my own hole in the past, but to have someone else do it, especially when you have no control, was mind blowing. 

I couldn't help but start moaning, at which point I also realised that I hadn't lost my hard on during my spanking, and now I felt that it was going to burst, the pressure was so painful. 

"I think it's time we saw to my needs, don't you?"

I was guided away from the table to sit on a bed, and then laid back gently. I could feel her get up on the bed next to me, running her fingers over my chest.

"I like to be in control at all times. You know that from our emails. You also know that Paul is submissive to my needs, but has his own. That is why you have come here, to have us use you as we please, and we shall."

Paul gripped both sides of my head, holding me facing the ceiling. A harsh whisper in my ear "If you fail to please her the next spanking will be from me". I was left in no doubt that it would be worse that what I had already received.

Movement on the bed, then Helens rosebud arsehole was being pressed against my lips - another first for me. I tentatively licked upwards, to which she put more of her weight down onto me, trying to force my tongue up into her. I held my tongue as stiff as I could, while she repetitively mashed her backside down onto my face & nose. Thankfully she moved a bit higher and I was able to start lapping at her lips, straining to reach the pronounce clit that I could feel, but it was all the harder for having my head held tightly in one place. 

With all this movement the blindfold was starting to be move aside, and I could see the grey haired fanny floating about my face.

"He can see" Paul dutifully reported.

She stopped - immediately, ordering me to remain still, and for Paul to stand up.

"You were supposed to ensure he could not see me. This simply isn't good enough." and with that she gave his arse an almighty slap.

"Suck his cock" she ordered, to which Paul immediately moved to the edge of the bed, got on all fours over my cock, and started sucking. I'd never been sucked by a guy, or anyone with facial hair, and I have to admit that I quite liked it. Then he started forcing one of his large blunt fingers up into my previously greased hole, and I just about came.

"Swish ... CRACK" and the riding crop that I guess had been used on my butt was making it's way up and down his arse, his tiny wife wielding it like a maestro conducting a symphony orchestra. As enjoyable as it was to see him being whipped after he had held me down, the side effect was that his fat finger was forced further up my abused butthole with every blow that landed on him, while his teeth clamped hard on my cock at the same time. Again, I was incredibly turned on, but couldn't even conceive of getting off.

He was crying when she finished, low earthy sobs that came from deep in that large frame. He looked up to see me looking down at him as he sucked me, and with a sneer pulled his head away and shoved his middle finger as far up my bum as it could go - the pain was excruciating but delicious at the same time.

"After every punishment, some pleasure is required" Helen said, and with that she walked over to the massage table that I'd been over previously, and bent over.

Wordlessly Paul walked over and I saw for the first time his massive hard on. It must have been at least 10 inches long, and was quite fat. His toned body belied his sixty-five years, and was quite hairless from the neck down.

Hefting that meat (there was no WAY I was going to be taking that thing!) he walked over to Helen, and after a few quick lubricating thrusts into her sex he repositioned at the entrance to her arse and firmly thrust up into her body.

Her eyes were closed as her gently yet firmly drove himself into her body, her lips pursed, her head resting on her folded arms. She was so tiny, now I was able to see her clearly, and despite her shoulder length grey hair could have passed for a woman 10-15 years her junior. She had a great arse, and wonderful mid-sized breasts that only had the slightest droop, natural to her age. 

She opened her eyes and looked back at me.

"What do you think Mike - are we old enough for you?", as she beckoned me across the room

"Absolutely", I said, getting up and moving beside her. "You're fantastic".

"It's not over yet boy, not nearly". She had a firm grip on my cock, gently wanking it. She had me grab the nearby tube of lube, and smeared gel all over my cock, all the while her husband gently reaming her arse. "You know, there's nothing like getting the pipes cleared. Do Paul, now."

It took me a second to realise what she wanted - she wanted me to fuck her husband, while he was fucking her.

Unsure of myself, I moved behind him, and he stopped thrusting and spread his legs. And there it was - a tight, crinkled hole. I'd never even so much as seen another mans arsehole, and here I was about to fuck one.

I gently placed the head of my cock between his buns and started slowly pushing through his tight ring. 

"Do it properly boy!" he growled, pushing back onto me so I slid into him quite quickly. He clenched, and moved forwards to reposition himself into Helen, and then basically he moved between us - I had very little to do. Every time I tried to thrust myself the timing went all wrong, and I could hear Helen getting frustrated, so instead I reach my hands down and held onto Paul's butt cheeks, spreading them and watching my cock disappearing into his tight hole.

This didn't last long. I warned them I was going to cum, Paul merely grunted and Helen said "about fucking time too!". I too that as permission, and my cum boiled up out of my nuts and into Paul's arse. It felt like I came for ever.

I pulled out and went and sat on the bed, emotionally and physically exhausted. As I sat down I realised just how hard Helen had punished me earlier, and a groan slipped out. She looked back at me again, pushed Paul away and came over.

"Aaaww, has my boy got a sore bottom" she jibed, and moved her head down to my lap, taking my limp cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue gently around the head.

You can keep your young girls - it you want real head find an experienced older woman who KNOWS what they're doing. I was going out of my mind, and was hard again in no time. "I want a piece of that" she said, and simply lay back on the bed, her knees wide apart and high so her lips were exposed and gaping. The wisps of fine gray hair only served to frame the beauty of her pussy more, and I couldn't resist but take a lick of those gorgeous fleshy folds, nice and plump with arousal.

I moved up, and placed my cock at her entrance, and slid in smoothly. And I thought her husbands arse was tight! I could feel my climax building rapidly, the friction against my cock was so strong, when she locked her legs around me, and I felt Paul get on the bed.

I struggled to get out of her grasp and away, but with Paul above me and Helens legs and arms wrapped around me I had no chance. Paul fingered my arse again, this time with the lube (thankfully) and I felt the head of his massive cock press against my arsehole.

"Relax, and push against it like you're taking a shit" Helen breathed into my ear. "It makes it easier"

And she was right. It hurt like hell, but he moved that monster into me gently and slowly, giving my abused back passage time to adjust to his size. My cock got harder still, a fact to which Helen commented.

"There is nothing like having a guy fuck me while Paul is fucking him - you're so hard I think I'd shatter you if I moved sideways". And I had to agree - that's pretty much how I felt.

Paul slowly increased his pace, and I could feel him dripping extra lube on my arse just before he moved back into me. Meanwhile I wasn't moving AT ALL. Helen obviously understood why, and was doing this circular motion with her pelvis which was just incredible. I couldn't help it - I came again. Not as much as the first time, but it still felt like gallons it was so intense.

"He's come again" was all she said, quietly.

Paul froze, pulled his cock almost all the way out of me, then slapped my arse hard. "NOBODY comes without permission BOY!" he roared.

"You may come, Paul", Helen called gleefully, and her grip on me tightened.

Paul started pumping hard into my arse, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me onto him while he shove the entire length of that huge fat cock high up into me. Helen somehow managed to get out from under me, moving her crotch up the bed and under my face - I knew what she wanted.

"Hold him still Paul" she cried, and Paul pushed into me and held me down against her creamy snatch. I felt like some bug pinned down in a bug collection as my nose pressed against her clit, and I started gently lapping at her cunt. She brought her legs around my neck and crossed behind my neck, and Paul started his assault on me again.

Sucking my own juices from Helen certainly helped take my mind off my arse a little, though the pounding i was getting was incredible. I was well lubricated, and wasn't feeling as stretched as when he started, but the jab of steel up into my belly was still something I wasn't used too.

Suddenly he thrust into me harder than ever before, holding me into his wife's snatch while he howled and dumped his seed into my bowels. The feeling was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. And I was as hard as a rock - again!

He pulled out quickly, painfully, and pulling on my shoulders flipped me back until I was lying with my head facing the ceiling. Smearing his sticky bulbous cock head across my lips, he shoved his cock into my lips - he was still cumming! 

Two or three spurts were all that made it into my mouth, but he held my nose and his cock in my mouth until I swallowed what was there. Then he simply got up and left the room. A minute later I could hear a shower running in another room.

Helen lay down beside me, stroking her clit languorously

"Well Mike, fantasy fulfilled?" she asked.

"And then some. Thank you." I lay back with my eyes closed, going over the last hour or so in my mind. I felt Helen crawl up onto me, sinking herself gently onto half-hard my cock. She started up a rhythmic movement, and while I wasn't going to cum again I could certainly appreciate her need to get off. It didn't take long until she was biting her lip, eyes shut tight, riding through her final orgasm with hushed breathy whimpers.

Getting off the bed, she took my hand and we went out the same way Paul had, to find him coming out of the shower. Together Helen and I got in, and she tenderly washed me down, paying close attention to my tortured arse.

After we dried & dressed she showed me to the front door.

"I hope you'll come back and play with us again Mike. Maybe next time you'll spank me!"

I spun her around onto the stool that was still standing there, flipped up her bathrobe and gave her gorgeous arse a few quick slaps.

"Bet on it."

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If you happen to be in Western Sydney, Australia, and you like any part of this why don't you send me a message -- at least let me know if you liked the story!

Thanks for Reading.



Filling the Gap



Tami and I had been co-workers for about 7 years. We had each seen each other naked and had been drunk together on numerous occasions, but we have never had sex. Our relationship was tight, almost too tight, in that it was as close as a brother and sister would be. We could share our thoughts openly and freely. We were not embarrassed or afraid to speak our minds, or talk about sex. I was unhappily married and Tami knew this. However, since Tami knew my wife too, she refused to even think of sex with me because she said she would feel too guilty while still being friends with me wife. I could understand that, although it disappointed me. 

In the meantime, Tami had men come and go from her life. She was never able to really find Mr. Right and had dealt with a few Mr. Right Nows to just get her by. 

Tami is hot by all sense of the word. She is about 5'08" and 135 pounds with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She had her boobs done and she went from a B to a D without it looking obvious or gawdy. Her hips were perfect and she had a fantastic tan.

From talking with Tami, I knew that she was a freak in bed. This made me want her all the more. Tami liked to give and receive oral sex and loved anal sex as well. Why the hell did I have to be married!!??

I knew Tami shaved her pussy on a regular basis because I had seen it numerous times. Tami liked to keep it bare and smooth or to just leave a small landing strip depending on her mood. 

Eventually, Tami found her Mr. Right and got married and even had a kid. We still talked but not nearly as much. We would have lunch about once a month just to catch up on things. Tami still looked hot and still talked about sex with me. I couldn't control myself and told her that I would always be around in case she needed a substitute. Tami smiled and said, "Trust me. If there was ever a man that I would cheat on my husband with, it would be you." This gave me an instant erection and the visual that comes with such a statement flashed throughout my brain.

Little did I know that just three months after that statement was made, that I would be called upon to fulfill my obligation!! 

Tami came into my office and stated that she was ready. I asked her what she was ready for since I had no plans of leaving the office for lunch or coffee as of yet. Tami reminded me of our conversation and said that she was ready to fuck me. Tami said that her man would be out of town over the weekend and that I needed to find a way to get to her place to "help her out". 

"Saturday. Four o'clock" she said as she got up and walked out of my office. As she did, she pulled up her skirt and showed me her ass and what I could make of her small red thong at the crack of her ass. I wanted to take her right there.

Saturday came, and I had Tami call my wife and ask for me to come over to help move some furniture since Tami's husband was away on business. My wife sent me over without hesitation. Nothing like having permission to be there!!!

I showed up and knocked on the door. Tami answered the door wearing only a silk robe and holding two beers in her hands. Surprisingly, she handed me both of them and told me that I had catching up to do. I started to drink the beers as I sat on her living room sofa. Tami sat across from me and was teasing me by playing with her nipples and by occasionally crossing her legs showing me her pussy. I saw that her pussy lips were swollen and protruding and figured that she had already been touching herself prior to my arrival.

I sucked down my two beers and was quickly handed two more. Tami then led me to her bedroom where she turned on the shower. Tami said that she had fantasies that she wanted to do and that today was the day she was going to do them. Tami cautioned me that the only reason I was at her house was because her husband was too conservative and he would not let her do these things. Since Tami had been suppressed of these fantasies for so long, she was going to let me be the object of all of them. My dick was rock hard as she stepped out of her robe and I watched it glide to the floor. Tami was stunning. Her tits were firm and shapely. I gently grabbed at them and touched them for the first time. They were exquisite. I then started to lick and suck on them as Tami undressed me and pushed me into the shower.

Tami grabbed a razor and handed it to me. Tami told me that she had not shaved in a few days and wanted me to have the honors of removing all of her hair from her pussy. I soaped up her pusssy hairs with the shaving lotion and went to town. I had Tami lift one leg onto the side of the tub and took careful, dedicated strokes to make sure that her pussy and ass were free of any and all hair. I couldn't help but occasionally stick a finger or two in that wet pussy of hers and after I rinsed her I was even able to get my tongue up there to lick her clit and then trail my tongue from her clit to her pink rosebud of an asshole. She moaned and I could tell she wanted more, but I could also tell that she was on a mission.

Tami took the razor from me and told me that I was next. Tami asked me when the last time my wife had seen my dick. I told her that it had been at least a month. "So she won't know if it was shaved today or last week then right" she asked. "I suppose your right" I muttered back. "Good", Tami stated. Because I have always wanted to shave a man's dick and balls.

Tami took the shaving lotion and lathered me up. She handled the razor like a pro and easily had the hair falling from my genitals within seconds. Tami took careful attention around the base of my cock and on my balls and I noticed that she was heading farther south with the razor. 

"Can I shave your asshole too" she asked sheepishly with her beautiful green eyes battering up at me. How could I say no to anything?

Tami bent me over and proceeded to shave the hair off from around my asshole. She knew what she was doing too because her fingers found my hole a few times and I could tell some experience was coming into play and she played with my ass and my balls at the same time.

We got out of the shower and moved to the bed. I asked Tami, "So the shaving thing was obviously one fantasy. There are more?" Tami told me that there were many things that she wanted to do and that if all went well that we would both enjoy a good ass fucking when all was said and done.

I have to admit that I had to start looking for open closet doors and cameras and I was afraid another guy, or worse yet, her husband would pop out of somewhere and want to fuck me. I was not into that at all.

Tami started to suck my cock and I moved her around so that we were in a 69 posistion. Tami's pussy was smooth and soft and tasted fantastic. Tami grinded her clit into my mouth and I could tell by the muscles in her pussy that she was getting close. I sucked on her clit hard and put two fingers in her pussy and two more in her ass. Tami came off of my cock and screamed in ecstasy as she came all over my face. Tami never told me that she was a "squirter" but she certainly proved that she was. Tami's cum was running down my face, off my neck and onto the bed. 

Tami turned around and started to lick off her own cum from my face as she mounted my extremely hard dick with her pussy. Tami was a great fuck and knew exactly what to do. She was everything I pictured she would be based on our past conversations. Tami would move her hips up and down and back and forth and literally ride my cock. It was all I could do to lay still just to make sure she stayed on and finished the ride. 

I reached up and played with Tami's nipples as she rode me. Tami's was screaming and moaning so loud that I was sure the neighbors could hear us and it certainly wasn't "moving furniture" type noises, unless you count moving the bed!

I slipped one hand under Tami and began to work onher clit as she fucked me. Tami's body began to tense up again and I could tell that she was close to cumming again. Tami did cum, and cum and cum. Tami squirted her love juice all over my body and fell to the side panting. 

"Omigod" she said. "I have never come so hard in my life. Not even in my ass".

I told Tami that I was hoping she had energy left because I was looking forward to fucking her in the ass as well. Tami said that her ass was ready for a good fuck and that was most of the reason why she wanted me to come over. 

"Jim doesn't like anal sex" she said. "He thinks it is too dirty", "But the truth is, it is what I like most and I have not had a dick in my ass since we got married two years ago".

With that, Tami climbed back on top of me and kissed me. She licked her way down my body back to my dick where she gently sucked on it and played with my balls. Tami talked to my dick like it was a child. Tami said, "Don't worry sweety. It's almost your turn."

Tami then turned around and pulled her asscheeks apart showing me her tight pink bud. Tami pushed her ass back towards my face and I licked her ass and stuck my tongue in it briefly, still able to taste her cum all over.

Tami then moved forward and mounted my dick at the tip of her asshole. Tami was about to mount me reverse cowgirl!! I thought I was dreaming for sure. 

Tami started to push her asshole down on my cock and I could feel it start to make its way into her dark hole. Suddenly, it popped right in and before I knew it, Tami was sitting on me with her clit just an inch above my ball sack. Tami said that she loved this posistion because it allowed her to play with a man's balls while she got fucked in the ass at the same time. 

Tami, having been away from anal sex for two years, had not left any skills on the table. She worked me over hard. Tami was gyrating herself again on my dick. Her pace was slower, but the effect was beyond extraordinary. Tami then reached behind her back and showed me a vibrator and a dildo. She had a mischievous grin on her face and stated, "Are you ready for this?"

All I could do was nod my head yes. I was already overwhelmed at the tremendous fucking I was getting and could not imagine it getting any better.

Just about then I felt her ass tighten up. It was then that I realized that Tami had just stuck the dildo up her pussy for a quick little DP. I felt like I was going to explode. Tami cautioned me to hold out for two more minutes and she wanted to plan this just right. 

Tami then took the vibrator and turned it on. At first she started using it on her clit. Then she moved it down and started placing it and rubbing it on my balls. I started to squirm and twitch so Tami knew I could not hold out much longer. The next thing it knew, Tami was squeezing my balls with her left hand and then shoving the vibrator in my ass with her right hand. Tami put that vibe right on my prostrate and started to ride me like nobody's business. With a dick in her ass, a dildo in her pussy, a vibrator in my ass and her soft squeezing hand on my balls, we came instantly.

I shot my cum deep into her ass for what seemed like a good minute or more. Tami kept milking my balls for all the cum she could get out of them before releasing her grip and removing the vibrator from me. 

I laid on the bed, unable to move. Tami got up, she was sweating and cum was dripping from her pussy and her ass. She looked happy. I knew I was.

Tami said that she had thought of new fantasies to try while she was fucking me, but that for now, we should shower up and try and plan round two for Jim's next business trip.



Filling the Gap



{This is one I wrote years ago but never posted, since this kind of stuff often gets nasty comments. Back then I had a thin skin, now I don't. (He lied) Here it is, my new naughty wife Debra talked me into posting it so blame her. Lol. I reread it, noting my style was a little bit more..stilted back then, I just left it that way.}

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Carl would describe himself as completely happy. His job was secure, partly because he liked it and partly because he was good at it.

He and his wife Tammy were not rich, they were however comfortable. Most important was the fact that they both enjoyed being with each other, the sex life was just a bonus.

Not one time did Tammy ever have a headache, or show any sign at all of being not in the mood, in fact, she quite often was the one to reach out and offer him encouragement.

The results of that meant sexual activity between them was fairly frequent, at least three times each week, sometimes with a glorious session added in on weekends.

Sometimes Sunday afternoons if they were stuck inside due to weather they would cuddle, those were sweet times that seldom ended up in bed, rather it was just nice.

Rainy weekend Saturdays meant they were in the bedroom without fail, on Sunny days they often were outside, tending the yard, or sitting around visiting with friends.

The other thing that Carl had noticed early on was how close Tammy was to her mother, Jennifer. Jennifer was a widow, she had raised Tammy by herself from age 12 to adulthood, and they were as close to impossible to separate as they could be.

They were more like sisters than mother and daughter, Jennifer was barely 15 years older than Tammy's 22, and she just did not look it at all.

Carl knew all about that, things happened with young people from time to time. She had married a different man when Tammy was just four, he turned out to be less than a man but she stuck by him. One day alcohol and driving combined to make Jennifer a widow.

Carl had never seen or heard of Jennifer ever dating anyone, after awhile he never even thought about that. Jennifer was a beautiful woman, just like her daughter, she was heavier in the bust and hips but not by much, plus she wore her hair in the big Farrah style, multicolored unlike Tammy that kept her blonde curls much shorter.

Jennifer was over one evening visiting, they all had a few glasses of wine. Somehow the conversation shifted to how Tammy and Carl had met.

That had been at the library of all places, Carl had spotted Tammy studying and she looked like a fox to him. At that stage of his life Carl was more or less going through women one after another, to the point of best being described as a predator.

Combine youthful virility with natural good looks and a mildly aggressive manner caused by his being somewhat oversexed, Carl did very well with the ladies.

If he couldn't find one that he could encourage home to his apartment for free, he would visit one of the local massage parlors. The ladies that worked there would always take care of things if slipped an extra 20 dollar bill.

They all seemed to delight in that, Carl was blessed with being larger than average in the male department and his body was very physical. At least to him they all seemed that way, it filled the gap that sometimes cropped up between conquests.

So Carl made his attempt at hitting on Tammy, succeeding in getting himself shot down. This was something he really wasn't used to, it just made him more determined.

It took him two solid months to get her to agree to coffee, then another month to go out on an actual date. Carl was beginning to think that he might just be a very old man before he got anywhere with Tammy. He had even stopped dating others, Tammy became a challenge to him, he was going to get her into bed somehow, some way.

The other problem was that for some reason she filled his mind all day, every day, he just could not get her out of his head. It had become a bit of a problem, interfering with nearly everything else in his life.

Meanwhile, there was still that other problem of his needing release, some kind of activity, otherwise he would swell up and get sore, become miserable.

So he frequented the massage parlors, dutifully handing over the dab of added cash to get things taken care of.

One day he walked out of one of those places, stretched and looked around, there stood Tammy and her Mom Jennifer looking at him. They were headed to a shop down the walkway in the little shopping complex off of the parking lot.

Needless to say his reaction was one of shock, oddly neither Tammy or Jennifer really changed expression much. There should have been some yelling, accusations, tears?

There wasn't any. Carl still felt like running off and hiding, expecting this to be the end of their relationship.

It wasn't.

Instead, they went out that evening like nothing had happened. When they arrived back at her house, Tammy sat there looking like she was lost in thought rather than giving him a light kiss and getting out.

"Do you love me?" She asked, out of the clear blue sky.

"Yes, I do." Carl answered, without thinking, and it was truth. He had never told her that before, although it had crossed his mind.

"Well, are we going to be together then? I know I love you and I want to be with you."

"Yes, probably. I think so." Carl wasn't sure of exactly what to say, he had been thinking along those lines also.

Well. Sort of, anyway.

"Probably is not good enough, I need to know for sure what you want." She said.

"I want..I know I want to be with you!" He told her.

"Good. There is one thing though. Don't you dare ever go into any of those places again, I mean it!" She looked intently at him, directly into his eyes. Her expression was one of being dead serious.

"All right. I won't, I am sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry, I understand..Mom explained to me about men and the things they need. She told me how important that..that part of life is."

Carl sat there not completely understanding. The truth was that he was thinking he would need to be far more careful about that, because no way in the world could he live his life without something.

"Do you want to come in then?" Tammy asked. That wasn't normal either, usually it was a kiss and he went home, and it was very late.

"I guess so."

"Good. Come on, we need to tell Mom."

Carl got out and they walked hand in hand to the house. Jennifer was sitting in an easy chair reading a book, she still looked like she was about ready to go out on the town, she always looked that way.

"Mom? Carl and I are going to get married." Tammy announced.

Carl stood there in surprise. Married? He had said that he wanted to be with Tammy, and that was true, but..married? He started to open his mouth to say something, then thought better of it.

Tammy's Mom Jennifer was right there, it might be best to save any discussions for later, he decided.

"That is wonderful honey!" Jennifer stood up and walked over to Carl and hugged him.

Tammy reached out and took Carl's hand.

"Come on." She said, tugging slightly. Carl was now totally confused, but he allowed her to lead him away. They went into Tammy's bedroom, she shut the door behind them. He glanced back before the door closed, Jennifer was standing there, a huge smile on her face.

Then Tammy turned and slipped into his arms, kissed him in a way that up until then she had never done. After a few minutes, she stepped back, smiled shyly, and began to take off her clothing.

Carl stood there with his head swimming, for one of the few times in his life he did not know what to say or do. All he could do was stare at Tammy as she reached back and unhooked her bra. Her youthful breasts swung free, they were even more perfect than he could imagine. There was no sign at all of shyness or shame at her sudden nudity.

Next she dropped her skirt, hooked her thumbs in her simple white panties, slid them down and stepped out of them, standing there gloriously naked. There was no doubt at all that no razor had ever been close to the mass of chocolate brown pubic hair.

Carl's face flushed, he realized he was completely and totally erect. This had all happened so fast, so unexpectedly that he just could not manage anything other than to stand there in surprise. His body though, reacted exactly the same way it always did to any kind of stimulation at all.

"Well, come on!" Tammy demanded, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. She busily and quickly removed his clothing, even lifting his legs one at a time to remove his shoes and socks before reaching out to tug down his briefs.

A smile crossed her lips when she saw his erection swing free, Carl was very well built in that department, too.

Somehow they ended up on the bed, Carl's hands were all over her, Tammy's hands were all over him. When his fingers reached the soft down of her pubic hair and probed her now damp and swollen lips, her grip on him became more urgent.

She allowed him to press her back, opened her legs readily.

"Oh! Don't do.....that!" She tried to resist with a moan when his lips and tongue touched her sex. That small amount of resistance quickly faded as she began to moan loudly. It flashed into Carl's mind that Jennifer was in the very next room, and he was sure she could hear this, but that was only a fleeting thought.

Tammy's body clenched quickly into orgasm, her hips thrust wildly at his mouth, both hands wrapped tightly in his hair. Then she collapsed, sheens of sweat covered her body. She looked at him with slitted eyes as he slid up into position.

"Be careful, I have never...." She muttered, just as his penis began to probe at her. Carl knew that she was untouched, it was something he was completely sure of. There was a moment when she tensed, Carl stopped and waited until she relaxed. Then in one full stroke they were joined.

It was amazing, never in his young life had he ever felt anything like this. He went on and on, Tammy mumbled and murmured over and over, completely lost in the sensations. The very first time was an explosion together, one of those mutual climaxes that really are rather rare in life. He expected to see blood, but there was none, it had only been painful for her for just an instant.

They did it three more times before morning, neither one of them slept at all. The Sun was coming up when Carl slipped out of the bed, stepping in to shower off the sweat and stickiness. Tammy was watching him as he came back out with a towel, her interested gaze made his loins tingle but he could tell that his penis was beginning to get sore.

She showered, then they both dressed and went out into the living room. Jennifer sat there in the chair, she looked exactly the same as she had the night before. There was nothing in her manner, her body language to suggest that she was the slightest bit upset at Carl taking her only daughter's virginity.

There had been that one word, marriage. It was like that had made it all right. Carl realized his fate was sealed, deep inside he really didn't mind that much, Tammy was fantastic.

"Morning!" She said brightly, a large smile on her face.

"Coffee is on, I will make some pancakes and eggs." She got up and went into the kitchen.

Tammy and Carl were both asleep, curled up against each other when Jennifer came out to get them for the breakfast.

They were married just a few short weeks later, in a simple ceremony. They settled into a peaceful life, filled with those daily trappings, never any real conflicts at all. Jennifer was around a lot, or Tammy was over at her mother's, Carl hadn't realized just how close they were until after the marriage. He didn't mind that either, it made his young wife content.

After that first comment from her about never visiting one of those massage parlors again, Carl just didn't. He had no need to anyway, if he could get himself up and going, Tammy took care of that every time.

Carl simply had nothing left over.

Then came the phone call, it was a police officer informing him of the accident. Tammy had hopped in their older Volvo, the one Carl had picked out because it had a full frame and was solid. It had popped into his mind that he wanted her to be as protected as possible when he purchased the machine.

Tammy had made it all the way to the stop sign in town, she came to a stop, her signal going to make the turn into the grocery store.

The man in the big pickup that was busy on his cell phone didn't stop.

He said he was sorry, they told Carl later. The man had been unhurt. 

Carl was more or less was a basket case by the time he got to the hospital.

Tammy's back was broken in three places, her face was puffy from where the air bag deployed, her right wrist was broken but she was alive. 

"Hi, honey, I am sorry I wrecked our car." She said the moment he walked in the door. Once more her comment left Carl speechless, he would have expected tears, agony, some sign of pain.

There wasn't any, in fact, even with whatever they had her wrapped up in she seemed to be relaxed and comfortable. Jennifer of course was already there, busying herself fixing Tammy's hair.

He did find out later just how much stuff they pumped into her system, no wonder she was relaxed.

"The Doctors told me they need to run some more tests but I am going to be here for awhile it looks like. They said I have good sensation in my feet but they don't want me to move at all!"

Tammy never ceased to amaze Carl.

"Just rest and get well, honey." He told her.

"What are we going to do, I can't leave you all alone, it could be months or even more!" Tammy appeared to be upset at the prospect.

"I will manage, everything is taken care of." Carl told her.

"It's you I worry about!" She said.

Life became a busy whirlwind, it was off to work, then directly to the hospital, grab a late meal in a cafe somewhere, get some sleep. Then up the next day, off to the hospital, from there to work, one day a repeat of the day before.

The Doctors had installed a steel rod in Tammy's spine at the worst break, the others were fractures, cracks they looked like from the X-rays he had seen. Her body was in a heavy cast from her ribcage to below her waist to prevent any real movement. After a week or so her face lost all the swelling, her mother even carefully applied the traces of makeup she normally wore.

Several times when Carl arrived they were deep in conversation, and would quickly stop when he walked in. Carl never was one to pry much, he just let that slide.

There was just one problem. Carl was beginning to feel those same old sensations of neglect. His loins were puffy, uncomfortable. He even tried masturbating, it really had been some time since he did that because with Tammy around there just was no need.

That did help, but the relief was brief at best.

It popped into his mind to slip down to one of the places he used to go, he knew that would ease things for a few days at least. Something about someone else doing that was always completely different than doing it himself.

Tammy had been very clear about that, though, and it just was not in him to actually go even though he really didn't consider the idea of some woman manipulating him to orgasm as cheating.

But Tammy would see it that way, and be hurt. He did not want to ever hurt her in any way.

Things came to a head after about a month, Carl came into her room and they had allowed her to sit up slightly. She had on one of her personal nightgowns, too, which had a high elastic waistband and a fairly sheer bodice.

Carl took one look, Tammy's fine breasts were visible through the thin cloth, he almost instantly came erect.

Tammy had lost most of her personal modesty by this time, some of her nurses were female, some of them were male. She had had catheters inserted, bedbaths, hospital staff normally pay no attention at all to nudity when dealing with patients under longer term care.

Carl was not concerned about that part, either, it was just that Tammy looked so beautiful and he had been without sex now for so very long.

Tammy noticed the bulge in the front of Carl's slacks, Carl had no way at all to hide anything like that. She gave him a sly smile.

"Close the door, honey." She told him. Carl stepped over and closed the door. Then he pulled one of the chairs up as closely as he could, reaching out he tugged the bodice of her gown down so that he could lean forward and suckle her breasts. That was fun, then Tammy reached down towards his groin. She actually got her hand onto his erection but then she gave a little whimper, Carl knew she had felt a flash of pain so he stopped.

It was too early, he knew that. He stayed until very late, then frustrated he went home. He drove right by the massage parlor, having a small internal struggle with himself, but he managed to not stop.

He was no more than inside the door when he heard the knock. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was nearly 11 PM. Who in the hell could this be at this hour?

Answering it, Jennifer stood there. This was a surprise, she had been over several times after the accident to help Carl with laundry, cleaning, things like that. Like him, she spent most of her spare time at the hospital with Tammy, they had over time began to almost make it as shifts. Carl would arrive, Jennifer would head on home. She would be back about the time Carl left most evenings around 8 PM, then she would stay until much later, leaving only when Tammy slept.

"We need to have a talk, Carl." She told him.

"Oh. OK." He let her in, no idea at all what was going on.

"Tammy and I had a very long discussion." Jennifer told him, taking a seat in one of the easy chairs.

Carl sat down himself on the edge of his chair, waited.

"She knows you, and she doesn't want you going to one of...those places."

"I haven't...I wouldn't." Carl started to protest.

"I know, Tammy knows too. But she also knows that it is very rough for you, she told me that you are...extremely active?" A small smile crossed her lips.

"I am not going to do anything, I love Tammy with all my heart, I will never ever hurt her." Carl felt his face flush.

"I know you do, but Tammy and I both understand and sometimes the flesh is weak."

"I can control myself." Carl told her, not entirely sure he was telling the truth.

"Tammy says that it isn't fair to you, so she asked me..to fill in?" Now Jennifer showed signs of blushing.

"Fill in?" Carl didn't quite get it, then it hit him.

"You mean?"

"Yes. Tammy would rather it be kept in the family, so she asked me if I would take care of you until she is back to normal."

Carl just sat there looking at Jennifer in surprise. Then she stood up, set her purse on the chair and began to undo the buttons of her blouse.

That vision of Tammy doing exactly the same thing the first night they were together flashed into his mind.

Jennifer slid the blouse back off of her shoulders, she wore nothing underneath. Her breasts were larger than Tammy's, the nipples darker. There was only a slight sag. Her stomach was flat, no sign of marks or flaws.

She stood there for a moment, allowing him to look at her. Then she tripped the catch on her slacks, let them fall, stepping out of them. Her shoes were not on her feet, Carl had not noticed when she had taken them off. There was nothing underneath the slacks, either.

Carl's Mother in Law was suddenly completely naked, standing there looking almost expectant?

He noticed that her skin was well tanned except for where a small sunning suit would be, he wondered where she found the time for that? Unlike Tammy who never bothered to shave or trim, Jennifer's pubic hair created a neat little V above her vagina, which left that portion of her in clear view.




Filling the Gap



"Jennifer, I..." Carl started to protest.

"Please, Carl? It will make Tammy happy and give her comfort knowing you are taken care of. It's very important to her." She stepped forward and slid into his arms. One hand dropped down, fondled him through his clothing.

That did it, Carl was lost. The urges poured through him, his body reacted and he had no way to stop himself. He started to steer her towards his bedroom, she resisted and turned to the spare room.

"Not on her bed, she did ask that."

Carl pressed her back on the bed, reached down and lifted her knee to set it aside. She made no move to resist, but she also made no move to really join in, either. He leaned down and used one finger to press her outer lips apart, then he put his lips to her sex.

"Oh! Don't do..that!" She mumbled, exactly the words Tammy had said that very first night. He ignored her attempts to resist and continued. It took several minutes, at first her reaction was stiffness, then suddenly she flooded with moisture and her hips began to buck up and down against his face. Her first climax wracked through her, he looked up to see Jennifer's face screwed up in what seemed to be agony.

Then Carl stood and removed his clothing, as Jennifer lay there motionless, just watching. Her eyes widened slightly when his large penis came into her view, Carl was fully erect. He couldn't help himself, he stood there over her for a few moments, allowing her to look up at him.

She just lay there staring like she had never seen anything like that before, then her right hand came up and she reached out to grasp him. She just held it for a few seconds, then her hand began to slide forwards and back on his shaft.

Catl slid up and onto the bed, feeling her hand release him when the angle became awkward. She started to try and close her legs, but let them splay open when he pressed.

The end of his erection bumped against her, then slipped, barely getting an inch or so inside. It took several tries, she was impossibly tight, there was even a period where he thought he might not succeed.

Then her inner muscles relaxed, and she was thrusting wildly at him.

I was nearly a half hour before it was over, they lay there side by side quietly.

"What am I going to tell Tammy?" She asked suddenly.

"What?" Carl sat bolt upright.

"Tammy, what are we going to tell her?" Jennifer said again.

"I thought you said...?" He stared at her.

"I was supposed to just....She told me she wanted me to...relieve you."

"Relieve me? You mean, just a..hand job? But you stripped naked?"

"Isn't that the way they do it in those places?"

"No! Not usually, they wear skimpy outfits but...."

"Oh, God. I didn't know, I just assumed. That was all I was going to do but when you did...that? I guess I just lost control."

"I guess so."

"Maybe if we agree to not tell her about that part, just tell her that all we did was....?"

"That might be for the best." Carl told her.

"I'm sorry!" Jennifer reached out to hug Carl, pressing her bare breasts firmly against his chest.

Carl's big cock instantly sprang erect, right on cue. He looked at his Mother, she looked back at him. The second time was much easier, he slipped in all the way on the first thrust.

"Oh, God!" Jennifer exclaimed.

Oh God was probably going to be it, all right.