0 comments/ 75793 views/ 9 favorites Like Father, Like Son Ch. 03 By: ricknlynne My name is Julia, I also go by Julie, and you have read a bit about me in the first two parts of this story. To understand this story better, if you haven't already done so, please read the first two parts before reading this. Spring break was only a few days away and I couldn't wait to go back home. A week before spring break, my mom called me and I told her I planned to leave on Saturday morning and that I'd be home about 1 in the afternoon. Friday morning I decided to pack so I could leave after my last class on Friday afternoon. This would put me home late Friday night, but at least I would wake up and be at home Saturday morning. I did not call my mom to tell her of my decision, I didn't think it would make much difference. So as far as she was concerned she expected me home about lunchtime on Saturday. When I arrived home went directly up to my bedroom. I was tired from the long drive, I was also horny so I decided to go pay Shawn a surprise visit. Nothing like a good "welcome back fuck" to start the break off right. I knocked lightly on his door but got no answer. Knowing he is a deep sleeper, I opened it. To my disappointment, Shawn was not there. "He must be staying over at a friend's house" I thought. I went on to bed and fell asleep quickly, glad to be back home once again. The next morning I awoke around 8:00 and went downstairs to make some coffee. When I got to the hallway leading to the kitchen my moms bedroom door suddenly opened. Out came Shawn, completely naked and joking about something. When he realized I was standing there he froze. "Julia?" We both stood there like statues for what seemed an eternity but was actually only seconds. My mom came out of her room, up behind him laughing while tying her robe. Then she too realized I was standing there. They both glared at me realizing that they were busted and nobody knew what to say. "Oh My God!!" I finally declared. "Julia, wait!" Shawn cried as I turned to run up to my room. Both of them called my name as I ran up the steps. My mind was racing, Shawn wasn't at a friend's house last night, he was sleeping with my mom!!! At that moment all I wanted to do was to get out of the house. I started throwing my things in my bag as my mom stood in my bedroom doorway. "Julia, please don't leave. We need to talk, I was planning on talking to you this week anyway. I didn't want you to find out like this but you did. Now you know I've been sleeping with Shawn, I also know you've been sleeping with him too." She stopped and looked at me waiting for a reply. I was hurt, mad and confused and I said nothing. "Now that everything is out in the open, we need to talk this out." "I don't feel like talking right now mom." The thought of Shawn fucking my mom made me sick. "Please Julia, now that the whole truth is out in the open we need to deal with it, we can be open an honest with each other." The whole truth out in the open? Not by a long shot. Emotions I have been struggling with and had managed to suppress were now festering up in me once again. Feelings I had hidden deep inside such as guilt, deceit, and betrayal were now awakened and mixing with the shock of finding out about them. "You don't know the whole truth mom." "Honey, its ok, I know about you and Shawn, I understand why you did it." "Stop it mom." "Its ok honey, talk to me." "Please, it's best if you just leave me alone." I was ready to explode, I had to get out before I said something I could never take back. "I'm not going until you talk to me." She gently grabbed me by the arm, her voice was calm and reassuring, which were making things worse, not better "Please Julia, it's important that we work this out while everything is out in the open." Suddenly I could hold back no longer I remember thinking if she really wants everything out in the open, ok then........ "I fucked Bart mom!!!" I cried. She let go of my arm and backed up a couple of steps, her face suddenly had a puzzled look "What are you talking about?" "I was fucking Bart mom, you fucked Shawn, and I fucked Bart." "You're lying, you're making it up, you're mad and trying to get back at me." "Really, well how would I know about the birthmark right on the base of his dick then." Mom backed up against the wall, she looked like she had just taken a punch from a heavyweight boxer and was struggling to remain standing. After a few moments, it sunk in that she knew I was telling the truth, rage took over. "You Slut!" "Yea, well, it takes one to know one." Now she was the one screaming and my voice was calm. She came at me swiftly, she wanted to hit me but stopped right in front of me, right arm raised. She looked me in the eyes, I could see the damage I had caused as she burst into tears and ran off down the stairs. I felt bad for hurting my mom so deeply, but she had hurt me too. I gathered my things up and took off down the stairs. Shawn was standing at the front door. I was disappointed in him too, but I had missed him and I could see in his eyes deep sorrow. "Julia, please don't leave." "How long have you been fucking my mom Shawn?" "Since you first left for school." "Well, I'm glad to see you haven't missed me." "Of course I have Julia, please, stay and let's try to work this mess out." "Did you just hear what I told mom?" Shawn looked down at his feet. "Where are you going to go?" He gently asked, struggling to hold back his tears. "I don't know yet, I'll call you." I felt so sorry for him and kissed him on the cheek as he moved away from the door. He never looked up. I got in my VW bug and immediately burst into tears as I started driving. I decided I would drive back to my apartment at school. Almost everyone would be gone for break and I could wallow alone in my grief and sorrow. How fast things change, a day ago I was looking forward to being home, spending time with my mom and riding on Shawn's nice cock every night for a week. Now, less that 24 hours later I was driving back to my apartment to try and sort my life out. How much damage had been done to our family? Was it all my fault? During the long drive back I reflected on how this whole mess started. I won't go into a lot of detail about my early sex life. I'll just say that at first I couldn't understand what all the fuss about sex was about. I lost my virginity when I was almost 17 years old. At that time the extent of my sexual knowledge was from girl talk, and from what I had read in books and magazines. From the first time I had sex until now I had been with three guys and I'll just sum it up by saying I felt like sex was way overrated. I didn't really see what the fuss was about, I mean, I would get all worked up and horny, and never reach satisfaction. The truth be told the guys I was with didn't know what they were doing, and neither did I. It was a few months passed my eighteenth birthday. I had a friend that was also 18, her name was Trinity, Trin. Trin and I had been neighbors and went through grade and middle school together. Through the years we had on occasion spent the night together at each others home. She moved to a neighboring county when we started high school, but we still stayed in contact. This spring of our senior year she had spent a lot of Saturday nights at my house. I enjoyed her company but I did find it odd that she desperately wanted to spend so much time with me, often inviting herself over. We would go out and party or whatever then she would sleep on my carpeted floor in her sleeping bag. I always thought that she came down to enjoy her time with me, but on one particular Saturday I found out the real reason she was coming by so often. Nobody was home Saturday afternoon and it was hot, we decided to sunbathe out by our pool. We were home alone and had a bottle of wine. Trin surprised me when she took of her t-shirt and shorts. She was sporting a tiny bikini top and a matching thong bottom, she showed an awful lot of skin. She had a fairly nice body (a bit chunkier than me) and we laughed as she told me she could never let her dad see her in this. We were having a blast playing music, talking loud, laughing and sipping wine. We were playing the music so loud that we didn't notice Bart had come outside and was standing behind us. I quickly turned down the music as Trin jumped to her feet to greet him. She stood before him proudly smiling and proudly showing off her body as she shook his hand. By the look on his face it was obvious he was as shocked at seeing her in that bikini as I first was. "So, she won't show it to her dad, but she can't wait to show it to mine." I thought. After Bart let us know he was home he went back inside. About 5 minutes later Trin excused herself to go to the bathroom. As soon as Trin entered the house I decided I had to go pee too. I went into the house and noticed that Trin was not using the main hallway bathroom downstairs. "She must have gone upstairs to mine" I thought. As I was entering the bathroom I heard voices coming from the living room. For some reason I instinctively knew something was amiss, so I tip toed to the living room entrance to where I could listen to the conversation taking place and not be seen. "Do you like my bathing suit Bart? I bought it for you." "You know I do." "Look at my nice young, tight ass. MMmm....you like it don't you?" I could visualize the always flirty Trin posing for him with her ass high in the air. "It's too nice, it's going to get us in trouble if we're not careful." "Why don't pull out your big cock and let me suck it....just for a second." "No way Trin, this is way to risky, you'll have to wait until tonight." "But it was so good last week, and I'm so horny." "You have too wait, now be a good girl and take your young, tight ass back out there with Julie, I'll take care of you later tonight." "Promise?" "Same time and place!" I ran back outside, forgetting to pee, and I quickly resumed my sun soaking position on the lounge chair. I picked up the magazine and pretended to be reading, but I couldn't read. I was stunned and trying to comprehend what I had just heard. Trin was joyful and talkative more than usual when she returned, her words were bouncing right off of me, my mind racing with other thoughts. In my mind I replayed some events that had taken place during the last month, things I thought kind of strange at the time, but easily ignored. Suddenly, they were now becoming clear to me. Things like Trin had been showing an awful lot of skin when she came over, she also had been talking a lot about Bart, she even wondered out loud once about whether or not he had a big dick. Then there was the way she would invite herself over to spend the night, almost like she was desperate to stay over. Then I remembered waking up last Saturday about 1:45 am and noticing that Trin was not in her sleeping bag. I just figured she was in the bathroom, but I again awoke an hour later as she was getting into her sleeping bag. The next morning when I asked her where she had been, she said she went outside to take a midnight walk. Now, after hearing them in the living room, these things all made sense. But could they really be fucking? One thing was certain, I was going to find out what was going on. As the evening progressed I paid especially close attention to Trin and Bart. As we all gathered for dinner (except for Shawn, he was staying at a friends), I noticed them "making eyes" at each other a few times. After we ate, mom went in the kitchen to start washing dishes while we all helped clean the table. They didn't think I was noticing them while Trin passed by Bart, he had both hands full of dishes, they were both going though the entrance to the kitchen in opposite directions. Bart raised his hands and turned sideways to allow Trin to pass. Trin turned and rubbed her ass against his crotch as she passed by. At that moment I felt something, not anger, but a severe case of jealousy. Seeing Trin tease Bart was disgusting. I have always thought Bart to be very attractive, and we have at times in the past flirted with one another. The thought of him fucking Trin was driving me mad. Trin and I went out to see a movie and came home early. We watched some tv and went to bed at 12:00. Trin all but forced me to take a Valium, she was concerned that I wasn't sleeping well. Isn't it nice to have friends that are so concerned? The bitch!! I played along with her except I didn't really take it. I know the little tramp wanted to make sure I wouldn't wake up and find her missing again. Later, I would find out that Bart was putting Valium in my mom's tea to make sure she would be in a deep sleep too, so he could safely fuck my once upon a time friend. I pretended to be asleep, then at 1:30 Trin whispered my name. "Julie?............Julie?" Convinced I was asleep she slowly got out of her sleeping bag and crept out of the room. She tiptoed to the door, wearing only a night shirt she opened the door quietly and then peeked back at me to make sure I was still asleep. I threw the covers back, got out of bed, and followed behind her. When I reached the middle of the staircase I realized I had to be very careful because I had to watch for Bart too. I cautiously walked through the living room when I saw the basement door closing. I waited just a few seconds before slowly opening the door. When I hard Bart's voice I knew they were both down there. Our basement is semi finished, there is a carpeted tv room with a sofa and love chair, I could see just a hint of light over in that direction. I kneeled down on the top few stairs, it was dark here and that combined with the angle, I felt very safe knowing they would not see me. Bart was sitting on the edge of the love seat with a robe on. Some candles were burning providing a kind of faint, shadowed light that danced around the area. Trin was standing about five feet from him. I was right in time to catch it all. "Do you remember what I taught you last week?" Bart asked. "Yes" "Good." Bart stood up and dropped the robe off of himself. I was floored when I saw his large, completely shaven cock hanging down. "Oh my God" I thought and I felt my pussy starting to act up. Bart sat back down, his amazing cock dangling between his legs. "Tell me Trin, you been thinking a lot about me?" "Yes" Bart grabbed his cock and slowly stroked it. "You like watching me stroke my big cock?" "God Yes" "Finger your pussy." Trin wasted no time in using her fingers to play with herself. Bart's cock started getting hard. "That's it baby, look at my big cock get hard and play with your pussy.............you love this cock don't you?" "MMM.....Yes" Her hips were moving and I actually though she would cum soon. I also wondered how long I could keep from touching myself. "Cover my cock with your pussy juice." Trin walked over to him and kneeled. He removed his hand and his immense cock gloriously stood straight up. She lifted up her cupped hand and stroked his cock with her fingers, gently, as if she was applying baby oil to a newborn baby's butt. He moaned lightly as she coated his entire cock with her juice. She must have been soaking wet, I could actually see his cock glistening with her juices in the flickering candlelight. After Trin finished covering him with her juices, she grabbed the base of his cock and started stroking his cock with a certain firmness in her grip. "Want me to lick my juices off of your big cock?" "Be my guest." Trin inched closer and started licking the head of his cock with her tongue, then she started licking all around the shaft, starting right under the head and working her way down. She made sure not even the tiniest spot of his cock would be missed. "Ahh shit Trin.....you do learn fast." When Trin's tongue finally reached the base of his cock, his cock was resting on her shoulder. This was some sight and I was completely absorbed in watching them. I didn't care if what they were doing was right or wrong, I was on a level of horniness I'd never before experienced. I wanted so badly to touch myself but I couldn't take the chance of being seen or heard. So I continued kneeling there, watching Trin give my stepfather a cock licking. Then I noticed a tickling sensation on my inner thighs, the juices from my pussy was leaking and running down my thighs. I was literally dripping wet!!!! Trin came up for air and looked at him while stroking him. "Am I a good student?" "You sure are." "Can I suck it now, please? I'll do it just like you taught me." He didn't answer her and she slowly lowered her head down. She opened her mouth and took the entire head in it. Trin sucked on it while moaning. I could see by Bart's reactions and he was in heaven. Trin then slowly took his large cock down her throat a little at a time. When she had as much of him as she could take, she rolled her head around, keeping his cock in her throat. "Goddamn Trin." Bart sighed. Trin then started stroking his exposed shaft while still bobbing her head on his cock. Finally she had to come up for air, stroking the full length of his wet cock in her hand. "Have I learned to be a good cock sucker?" "Like I said earlier, you're too good." "I can do it just as good as she can......better." I told myself, knowing that at this particular point in my life I couldn't. Trin went back to work and soon took Bart to the edge of orgasm. My pussy was leaking so much that my scent reached my nostrils. Bart stopped her before he came, she stood up and he slid back on the love seat. Trin put her feet on the cushions beside each of his legs and positioned her pussy right over his throbbing cock. She gently lowered herself down and his rod slowly penetrated her pussy. "Oh God Bart...Your cock feels so good....I love the way it fills my pussy...." She was pumping up and down on about half his cock when he put one hand on each ass cheek, then each time she lowered herself, he would raise his hips going deeper and deeper inside her. Soon, she was taking all of him, both of them moaning and groaning. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to cum and I knew I was going to cum like never before. As I closed the basement door and made my way back up to my room, Trin's cries to be fucked harder roared in my ears. My pussy was leaking juices everywhere, my inner thighs were coated and my pussy squished as I hurriedly made my way back to my room. Suddenly, about halfway up the steps I felt a sensation overtake me. I stopped and my legs trembled, I was cummng!! I hadn't even touched myself and I was cumming!! I stayed on the steps until my orgasm finished, then I ran into my room and as soon as I started pinching my clit, I knew this orgasm would be much more intense than the one on the steps. I pushed my fingers in my hole when I was about ready to cum, then my fingers found my G-spot for the first time ever. I started rubbing my G-spot while fingering my clit. The orgasm I experienced was like no other I'd had before. I moaned loudly and my breath became choppy. I came so hard that my pussy ejaculated juices and my fingers and bed became soaking wet. My orgasm lasted for what seemed like hours as rush after rush of fluid hastily gushed out from my body. When it was finally over I was breathing hard and I was soaked with sweat, my scent filled the room. Not knowing how much longer Trin would be I quickly went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I brought a towel back to clean what I could of my cum juices off the bed. The aroma was still powerful and I ended up laying two large towels over the spot on my bed, I would wash my sheets the next morning. I had just gotten settled back in bed when Trin came sneaking back in. I heard her get back into her sleeping bag and quickly fall asleep while I lay there wide awake, trying to absorb everything that had happened in the past 12 hours. Like Father, Like Son Ch. 03 As I lie awake in bed that night, I decided that I didn't like Trin anymore. How dare her come into my house and fuck my step dad. I was also mad and jealous because she was able to please Bart and seemed to handle his big cock like an expert. I also decided that I would learn how to be a great lover and do the things I saw Trin do. I was a different person following that night, I was horny almost all of the time. I mean, what I witnessed was not two people fumbling around in the back seat of a car, or two people that didn't really know what they were doing. They teased each other, not only by actions but by words too, and then they fucked with desperation to achieve strong orgasms!!! And I hated Trin because she pleased him. The next Monday I went to a novelty stores and purchased a large dildo. I practiced giving head every night to the dildo. I learned to relax my mouth and throat muscles and take it deep, then I practiced holding it there as long as I could hold my breath. I would then fuck it and pretended it was Bart's cock. The combination of the dildo, and fantasizing about Bart and his big cock enabled me to have fabulous orgasms. But something was still missing, a real man! I still wanted a real man, a man like Bart, and I wanted Bart to want me, not that fat ass Trin. As the days progressed, I talked myself out of any ideas I had about seducing Bart. I love my mom and the consequences of fucking Bart were tremendous. But the sounds of Trin moaning, and begging Bart to fuck her hard still rang in my ears and hurt my feelings. Even if me and Bart would not ever be lovers, I frantically wanted him to find me sexy, sexier than Trin. So, I decided not to fuck him, but I would tease him by showing more skin. I would do this and fuck my dildo, until I could find a man that could please me. For the next week I started wearing short shorts, tight, short skirts, halter tops, and cut off t-shirts, etc., around the house, especially when I knew my mom would not be around. The attention I was getting was motivating me and I came to enjoy teasing the guys immensely. My confidence had never been higher as there was no doubt in my mind that Bart enjoyed gazing upon my trim, shapely and firm young body. But I still had to find a way to keep Bart and Trin from seeing each other. If the pattern that had developed the last couple of months continued, she would want to come over soon, probably this weekend. Of course, I would turn her down when she asked to come over, but I knew that if they were determined to get together, that not having her over would not stop them. How could I stop them? I hadn't figured that out yet. On Thursday Trin called and invited herself over Saturday night. I told her it was a bad weekend for that and I could hear the frustration in her voice. At least I had stopped them from seeing each other for one more weekend, or so I thought. It was really hot on Friday and I decided to go home from school at lunch and lay by the pool. School would be out for the summer in a few of weeks and I wanted to get an early start on my tan. I had recently purchased a white "tan thru" bathing suit. It was skimpy and also very sheer. In fact, the bottom molded snugly to my pussy lips, my black trimmed pussy hairs were plainly visible thru the thin material, especially when wet. The top was also sheer and my areola's were visible. This was not a suit I could wear in public, and even though I had been teasing Bart, (and Shawn) I decided not to ever wear this suit unless I was home alone. It was about 1pm and I was relaxed by the pool reading one of Bart's Penthouse magazines. I was getting real horny reading some of the stories and I got in the pool to cool off. While getting out of the pool I heard the phone ring. I wrapped my wet body up in a towel and ran into the kitchen to answer, it was Trin. "Hello" "Julie? Wha......what are you doing home?" Why was she calling here when nobody was supposed to be home? "I decided to come home early from school today." "Really, are you home alone?" Something was fishy here. "Of course I am." "Are you going to be there all afternoon?" "Well, yes, why do you ask?" "Oh, ok" I sensed disappointment in her voice once again. "Why are you calling here at this time?" "I...well....I um.....I was going to leave a message for you to call me tonight, but don't worry about it now, I'll call you later...bye." She abruptly hung up. As I put the phone down and spun around I was startled that Bart was standing at the opening to the kitchen. "Julie? What are you doing home?" As soon repeated Trins question word for word I realized what was going on. He and Trin were planning to meet here and fuck!!! They couldn't do it Saturday night so they made other arrangements. Before I had a chance to get angry, I decided to take Bart's mind off of Trin and the now spoiled plans he they had made. I smiled at him and unhooked the towel and let it drop to the floor, exposing my virtually naked body to Bart. I felt the wet, thin material clinging tightly around my nipples as they hardened while he stared at my medium sized, perfectly shaped tits. I stood tall and proud as he let his eyes travel down and gaze at my smooth flat belly, and then his eyes finally found my pussy. His mouth absolutely dropped open when he noticed my well defined pussy lips and dark trimmed bush, completely visible through the sheer, wet material. "Do you like my bathing suit Bart?" I was playing on what Trin had said last time she was here. Bart didn't get it, he just stood there in awe, eyes wide open. I took a step towards him. I was thrilled that he was caught off guard and that the sight of me had him speechless. I was beginning to think he wouldn't talk, when he managed to say "Julie, please don't ever let Shawn see you in that." I had him!!! I knew at that very instant that he could not resist me at this moment. I had made him weak and broke down his defenses and I didn't care if what I was about to do was right or wrong, or who it may hurt. I was going to fuck my handsome, sexy, well endowed step father. "Why? Because his cock will get hard and he'll want to fuck me?" I said unsympathetically and full of confidence as I slowly walked toward him, his eyes still riveted on my body. "Julie, please stop, I don't think you realize what you're doing." He said. I looked down to see that a large bulge had already formed in his trousers!! I was now right in front of him. I looked at him and spoke seductively. "I'll tell you what I think Bart, I think your mouth says stop, but your cock says otherwise.......I think you want to fuck me....don't you Bart?" He didn't say anything, it was time to go for the kill. "It's ok Bart, I want you to fuck me." I started reaching for his cock, my hand was inches from it when I was startled and jumped back by the sound of a loud beeping. Shit!!!!! His fucking pager broke the spell. Bart clumsily pulled it off his belt to see that mom was calling him from work. He quickly dogged me and went to the phone to call her. I stayed long enough to here him explain why he was not at work. Evidently Bart had told his secretary that he was leaving to go play golf. He told mom he changed his mind and came home to do some work around the house. Of course, these were all lies and I knew the real reason he came home. Mom decided she would take off early and come home too. While he was still talking I went out to the pool and put on my shorts and t-shirt. I was very aggravated, my pussy was soaking wet and I needed to be fucked......bad. When I came back in the house he was know where in sight. I ran up to my room almost crying in frustration. That afternoon I resisted the strong desire I had to masturbate and fuck my dildo. About 5pm Ray called me and told he had hoped to talk to me at school earlier. He went on to explain that his parents were gone out of town and asked me if I wanted to come over about 8. I had wanted Ray to ask me out for some time, he was a nice looking guy, a jock, well built and big, all over I hoped. I desperately wanted him to provide me best fucking of my young life tonight! My pussy was still wet as I got ready for the party. I put on my makeup just right, painted my toe and finger nails a shade of red, to match my sundress. I put on the dress that was above my knees, and a pair of matching strappy high heels. I wore my hair up and I felt sexy. My feelings were confirmed as I saw Shawn when I was leaving. "Damn Julie, smoking hot!! Who's the lucky guy tonight?" "Know one really, what are you doing tonight?" "Same thing I've been doing every weekend for the past two months." Confirming to me that he would be staying with his college girlfriend all weekend. Shawn had his dad's good looks, but I never understood why a college girl would like a high school Junior. Of course, in just a matter of months I would learn that not only did Shawn get his looks from his dad, he also inherited his equipment. I got to Ray's house and noticed a lot of cars there, just great, he was having a party. When I went inside it was a mad house. The place was loud, smelled of cigarette and pot smoke, and crowded. I knew most of the people there, so I didn't feel out of place, except for the way I was dressed. As I made my way through the crowd to find Ray I noticed a lot of stares and jeers. I finally found Ray who was surrounded by most of the baseball team. He was hoisting a beer bong into the air. As he started downing his beer, three or four ball players got on a chair and poured more beer into the funnel. Everyone was cheering Ray on as he finished his drink. I was not impressed. I have nothing against drinking, but I came here to fuck him, not be around a lot of people and watch him get wasted. Ray was glad to see me and he hoped I was proud of him for taking all that beer down. I tried to pry him away from his baseball buddies, but he was more interested in their drinking contests than in me. I stuck around for about an hour and a half before Ray finally asked if I'd like to go upstairs. As we made our way upstairs he fell on the steps......twice. He ushered me into his room, where we discovered Mike and Terry fucking on his bed. He quickly closed the door and we went into his parent's room. They had a nice room, spotless, with a King sized bed. Roy told me how sexy I looked, slurring his words pretty badly. We kissed, he was a very good kisser. We started really getting into it when he suddenly broke the kiss and said he couldn't close his eyes because the room kept spinning. He sat on the edge of his parent's bed and I eagerly took his pants off. "Maybe if I give him a blow job he'll perk up" I thought. When first I saw his flaccid cock I was impressed, he was rather large and I wanted to see his cock get hard. I took his cock in my mouth and started giving him what I thought was a damn good blow job....nothing happened. It didn't grow a bit. "What's the matter Ray?" I said in an anxious tone. "I think I've had too much to drink." I tried again, again nothing. Shit! I had to pee so I went into his parent's bathroom. When I came back out he had passed out on the bed, his pants still around his ankles. "You fucking idiot." I told his deaf ears. My feelings were hurt and I swiftly exited the room and ran down the steps, I heard another guy calling my name as I jolted out of the front door, but the only thing I wanted to do was go home and cry. As I was driving my state of sadness turned more to anger. Twice in one day I had failed to get fucked. I was starting to think I'd never get a good fucking. Here it was 11 pm on a Saturday night and I was going home.....horny, wet, and totally frustrated. I was going home to fuck a cold, fake cock once again. I made my way up the steps and into my room. I sat on the edge of the bed and took my heels off when Bart lightly tapped on my door. "Julie, can I come in?" he asked gently as he opened the door. He was wearing his robe and I wondered what he wanted. "I'm glad you came home early, we need to talk. Look.......about today..." I was emotional and tired and had know idea of his intent so I cut him off mid sentence. "I'm sorry Bart, I should have never done that." "Please Julie, don't apologize. I'm the one that is sorry, I'm the adult and I let things go way too far, I've been thinking about it all day and the fact is, I've had to deal with this condition all day and all night." With that he dropped his robe, exposing a raging hard on, his cock was so hard it looked like it would explode. He looked to see my reaction and I'm sure I was gazing at him now like he was gazing at me earlier. "Where's mom?" I managed to say. "Don't worry, she's sound asleep." As he slowly walked toward me, his cock waved back in forth in the air with each step. He stood directly in front of me "Look what you've done to me Julie." I didn't answer, I just reached for his cock. I practically melted when my fingers came in contact with it. My fingers and hand explored his perfect cock and I once again felt the sensation of my pussy juices flowing out from the depths of my womb. "Remember today when you asked me if I wanted to fuck you, well, the truth is I've been wanting to fuck you for years." Precum was now seeping out of his slit. "Can I teach you how I like my cock sucked?" He didn't know this, but I already knew and I went to work. I think Bart was surprised at how well I was sucking his cock. By watching Trin two weeks earlier, and practicing almost every night with my toy, I had become quite good. I took his big dick down my throat, determined to take him deeper than Trin did and when I reached my destination and started rolling my head around while his cock was deep in my throat, I was pleased with his reaction. "Goddamn Julie, where did you learn to suck cock like that?" I had to come up for air, while catching my breath I stroked his pole with a tight grip, then I went to work again. "Fuck Julie" he said as I devoured his meat again. This time when I bobbed up and down while deep throat he pulled me off. "I can't cum yet, not until I fuck you." I spread my legs, preparing myself for the invasion of my tight, young pussy, when all of the sudden his knees dropped down on my carpeted floor and his head dropped to my clit. As his tongue flicked back and forth across my clit I realized that this was a man that knew what he was doing. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of feeling the orgasm welling up in me. Bart then took my clit between his lips and started sucking it hard. My God! While he sucked my clit it felt like every ounce of energy I had was flowing from every cell in my body, flowing down to my clit and was about ready to be released in an explosion. Then Bart flicked his tongue across my clit as he sucked it......BAM. My body tensed in anticipation of the release, and then a river of juices flowed out of my pussy. I grabbed Bart's head and held it tight against me as I groaned loudly and saw stars. When I finally stopped cumming, I saw Bart wiping his face off with his robe. "Damn Julie, I've never seen anyone cum so much in my life." If he only knew how long I've been waiting for this to happen. Bart moved upon me and I spread my legs wide. I was grateful that he was gentle as he first entered me, but it didn't take long until we were both rolling our hips around. His large cock felt so good inside me and I could tell he was enjoying my pussy because he kept telling me how good it was. Soon we had worked up to a frantic pace, Bart was drilling my young cunt and I started cumming again. Bart could not hold back any longer and I enjoyed hearing his deep, guttural moans as I met each one of his thrusts with a thrust of my own while he shot his load deep inside me. Bart collapsed beside me on the bed, both of us breathing hard and covered with sweat. Now I realized that sex was not overrated at all. Bart had made me feel like a woman for the first time in my life and I knew that I would be fucking him from now on. The next day I woke up in a great mood and I was extremely horny. My mom went to the grocery store before noon. Bart said he needed to talk with me. It was a futile attempt on his part to do what was right and set things straight. He started off by sternly saying that last night was a mistake and we could not do "it" again. But in only a matter of minutes I was bent over the dinning room table and he was fucking me from behind. After we finished, I told him I knew about Trin. He promised to quit seeing her and I'm certain he did because I kept him busy for the next three and a half weeks because we fucked every chance we got. Then, suddenly, he died in a car crash. My mom, Shawn and I were all crushed and I felt so guilty! I thought maybe God was punishing us for our affair. I never told anyone about me and Bart, until my mom caused me to loose my temper earlier this day. Now I needed to deal with the fact that I was fucking Bart, then Shawn, and while away at school, my mom was fucking Shawn. I have no idea how our family will ever recover. Like Father, Like Son Ch. 03 As Stan maneuvered his way home, the wind had been gusting at an un-clocked speed, throwing snow at his windshield faster than the wipers could flush it away. It was almost 8:30 pm. The forty-five minute commute had extended into well over an hour. As he dodged the snow plows and salt trucks, he thought of the moment he met Xenia, on a flight from Tucson. On that day, on a flight from a business trip, he complained about his Martini. The Martini was too heavy on the Vermouth. Being bumped up from business-class to first-class, he expected better. "This is too dry," he said to her, barely seeing anything but her form, not her face. "Too dry?" she replied, bending down only slightly to respond. "Then perhaps you shouldn't drink Martini's." She walked away from him and attended to another passenger, directly behind him, then another, and another, making her way to the back of the front segment of the plane. When she made her way back up, he quickly touched her. His hand was on her ass. The fabric of her suit was somewhat rough, but the smooth roundness of her cheek was evident. "Excuse me," he said. She gave him a sharp look. He withdrew his hand. "Excuse me," he said again, "But this Martini IS too dry. I'd like another." Xenia looked down at him slyly, one side of her full lips turning upward, creating a deceptively innocent dimple at the beginning of her cheek. "Sir, one shouldn't ask for what one cannot handle." She took the Martini from his hand, with a gentle, but firm snatch. The glass was upright, but somehow, a bit of the drink spilled into Stan's lap. In a manner that was more accommodating that expected, the tall, dark woman squatted beside him, reached over his lap to pick up the napkin that had come with his drink, then attempted to absorb the dampness from his lap, paying particular attention to the zipper area of his slacks. The dabbing turned to a brisk rubbing. All Stan would allow himself to see was her head, wearing the small, angular hat that all the female flight attendants wore. He held his back rigid as she rubbed-- as if to hold back his rousing excitement-- but instead, his cock was became rigid as well. And just at the moment he thought it would break through his pants, she stopped, stood up, abruptly, and said to him, "I don't think you want another Martini, do you?" She was smiling at him. Stan couldn't tell if it was a look of desire or contempt. He spent the rest of his flight trying to figure that out—without a drink. He was relieved, then, when the flight was over. As he walked briskly through the terminal, he thought he might run to the men's room to relieve what she had started. He didn't think he could wait until he picked up his baggage. Just as he had spotted the lavatory, he felt an arm grab him. "You are a naughty, naughty man," the voice whispered in his ear. It was the flight attendant, Xenia. Before he could reply, she hooked her arm into his as if it was a polite walk, and pushed him towards the men's room, opened the door, and kicked it closed behind them once they were inside. It wasn't empty. Three men were inside, one washing his hands. The other two rushed out, not liking what they saw. Perhaps a terrorist attack, or some other underhanded business neither of them wanted a part of. Xenia dragged Stan into the stall. It was then that Stan got a good look at her. Tall, dark-skinned, somewhat slim, except for the curving bubble of her hips, the muscular legs that even the modest airline uniform couldn't hide. "This is where you wanted to go, isn't it?" she asked him. She grabbed his balls as she said it. Stan said nothing. He felt her slim fingers undo his zipper and take out his cock. "Did you want to take a piss?" she asked, in a way that was more disgusting in that her tone was so dignified. Who was this woman, he wondered. After being in Tucson, had he lost his usual overbearing demeanor, that this strange black woman could suddenly diminish him to a meek, incidental tool of her own will? She was holding his penis over the toilet bowl. Her hand was warm, slightly clammy. He looked down at it, his pale penis with the reddening tip, and the deep salmon beige of her palm. Her fingernails were conservatively manicured, painted bright red. Stan swooned. She held him firmly by his cock. "What? You can't take a piss?" she asked. "Why not?" "I- I- I can't..." "Oh speak up!" she spit out. "I can't pee...I need to- need to..." Xenia held her head back and laughed. "I picked you because I thought you were a strong man. Don't tell me you don't have the balls to say what you want now?" Xenia let go of Stan's cock and raised her skirt. It was lined and slid up her body with ease. She spread her legs. She was wearing delicately laced white panties, no hose. With her dark fingers, she slipped the crotch of the panties to the side, and Stan caught a glimpse of her mound. Dark curly hairs, cropped short, shiny, the outer lips of her cunt pouting, invitingly. She parted her pussy lips, having her hips shifted out a bit, just enough so he could see. Stan's cock stiffened. She held her clit between her fingers and slid them up and down, with her clit in the middle. She gasped quietly. The fleshy, vermilion muscle was swelling. As she rubbed her clit in that manner, she allowed her fingertips to reach the entrance of her vagina, closer with each rub, until the red glossy nails sunk into the wet hole, sliding back out, making the nails glisten with her own lubricant. She was lost now, her fingers disappearing into her hole, coming out to rub her clit. Her head was pressed against the cold, marbled wall. She was hissing and moaning quietly, while Stan stood there, cock standing turgid, pants still buckled around his waist. He continued to watch, not touching himself, transfixed by this black woman pleasuring herself in front of him. He felt his cock throbbing, but his eyes were glued to her body-- her face, and her fingers, and where they were probing. The pulsing of blood through his dick seemed to match the rhythm of her fingers, moving in and out, in and out of that beautifully dark pussy. Then she shuddered, one last gasp. He watched as liquid began to gather at her fingers, stuffed into her pussy, then, as she pulled her fingers out, fluid began trickle from her cunt. He lost it. He grabbed her by her waist, flung her from the back wall of the stall to the side. He pinned her to the sidewall with his own hips until he got his pants unbuckled and down to the top of his thighs. He thrust his fingers into her, feeling her wetness, the viscous fluid running over his hand. Then, in one swift motion, he replaced his hands with his cock. She let out a short squeal, which made Stan smile, but he was too busy to enjoy the brief response of submission. He pounded into her slippery slit, with strong upward strokes, appealing to the slight bend in his cock and the slant of her hot tunnel. He felt the tip of his cock scrape against the walls of her pussy and it encouraged him to fuck her deeper, harder, until he could elicit another scream. She wrapped her legs around him, let her face fall against his ear. "Fuck me, you bastard...you dirty white bastard...fuck me..." she said, at first demanding, then moaning. This gave him courage. He hadn't talked like that before, not to another woman, and certainly not during sex. But he was intoxicated. He took the cue. "Take that cock," he growled, pounding up into her, feeling her juices slather on his thighs. "You dirty slut...you dirty black slut..." She opened her jacket and blouse, while he had her pinned to the wall with his cock deep inside her. Stan spotted the thick brown breast bulging out of the lacy white bra. With one hand, he ripped it down, the back clasp giving in easily, and falling to the floor. The pointed, crinkled nipple was a darker shade of brown than her skin, which, even in that moment, fascinated Stan. It bounced and prodded playfully against his face as he fucked, until he'd had enough of its bouncing and put his lips around it. The minute his mouth made contact with Xenia's tit, she shuddered, and arched her back-- which shoved her body firmly down onto Stan's cock so that no matter how he tried to thrust out to get a harder thrust in, her cunt wouldn't release him. And then he felt it. A rush of wetness came down on his cock and trickled down his balls. He couldn't tell if she was peeing or cumming. Stan wanted to continue fucking her, but her stance wouldn't allow it. When she released the grip of her pussy muscles on his dick, she eased him out of her, which was not an easy task, considering how stiff he was. Stan started to protest, but before he could, this beautiful dark lady had his cock in her mouth, and his balls in her hand. Her other hand was on his ass. As she sucked his cock, he thought of how it was her juices she was tasting, swallowing. He swooned. His wife would never do this. Whoever this woman was, the overbearing flight attendant, he would have to keep her around somehow. While his mind wandered, and his cock was being tended to, he didn't notice that Xenia's fingers of her left hand had parted his ass cheeks. Without realizing it, he had accommodated the action. She was tickling his anus while sucking him off. Then Stan felt an increased suction of her mouth on his cock. Every time she moved her mouth up so that only the tip of his cock was inside it, she sucked hard, while letting her tongue move around just underneath the head. Two or three times of this, and Stan was about to lose it. At the last hard suck of his dick tip, Stan knew he was going to let go, he held her head, ready to shove the whole length of his cock as far into her mouth as he could, ready to shove it down her throat, if possible. But at that moment, he also felt a fullness in his ass. She sucked hard one last time, the pressure mounted in his ass, and he suddenly felt a shiver through his spine. Now he was the one shuddering, shuddering as he couldn't remember ever doing so, not since the time he first masturbated as a boy. Stan groaned loudly as he pumped load after load of his cum into her hot mouth. The full feeling in his ass made the pleasure excruciatingly intense. He kept pumping her mouth, and crying out, spasmodically, unaware of anything— most notably that they were in a stall in the men's room. From that moment on, Stan met with Xenia—in hotels, in airport terminals, even in flight in the small space of the washroom. She had a way of dominating and accommodating him that intrigued him. It kept him coming for more. So when his neighbor—an old crotchety lady who always complained about his son and his son's friends being on their lawn—had passed away, he arranged for Xenia to lease the house. And she obliged. And now Stan not only looked forward to going away on business trips, but, when she was on leave, he looked forward to arriving home.