5 comments/ 186294 views/ 38 favorites Mistaken Identity Ch. 02 By: qqnforyou6 As I drove home from work I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me. My wife Allison wanted to talk to me tonight and I was gravely concerned since she had been feeling quite ill for the better part of two month's now. I knew she had a doctors appointment this morning and I hoped that everything checked out all right. As I drove along the entrance ramp to get on the freeway I turned on the stereo in my jeep. There was a great song on the radio so I turned up the volume to the point just before distortion. I sang along with the song as I sped along. The wind blowing through my hair as my arm hung out the side window helped ease my tensions as I nervously made my way home. I pulled off of the freeway and turned right. I turned down the stereo as there were emergency vehicles in front of a vacant house. Several fire trucks and two ambulances lined the street while three police cruisers were in the front yard. I drove past believing that whatever was going to happen tonight would pale in comparison to all of those red lights. As I drove down my street I saw my wife's car in the driveway. I pulled up along side of her and parked as nervous tension began to set in, giving me a slight headache. I walked in through the front door and set my briefcase next to the coffee table as I walked into the kitchen. I could hear the water running upstairs as I figured Allison was taking a shower. I walked up the soft carpeted stairs and then down the hallway to our bedroom . I nudged the door open and stepped inside as I heard the water shut off. I began to undress as I wanted to take a shower to help me unwind I tossed my dirty work clothes into the hamper and waited for my wife to emerge. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Allison walked into our room. "Oh, you startled me," my wife said as she looked away, pulling the towel around her even tighter as if she was being modest. "Are you all right?" I asked as I took a couple of steps toward her. "Go take a shower," Allison said as she stepped back from me. I just stared at her as she looked so beautiful wrapped in that royal blue towel. Her hair was wet and pulled back. Her breasts were bulging and the bottom of the towel barely covered her assets. For a moment I became lost in her beauty. "Go," Allison said as she tried to cover herself up even more. Slightly pissed and extremely nervous I turned and walked into the bathroom completely naked. I adjusted the water temperature and stepped into the tub. As I showered I couldn't help but become aroused. It has been about two month's now since Allison and I have fucked and I was growing hornier and hornier by the day. The only release that I have had was the one time with my daughter about a month and a half ago. Since then Christina and I vowed to never let that happen again. I suddenly found myself standing under the pulsating water with an erection that was harder than steel. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my hard member and began to stroke lightly. I reached down and pumped a handful of Allison's lotion into my hand before returning my hand to my cock. As I stood under the running water I closed my eyes and imagined my wife standing before me wrapped in that royal blue towel. I imagined walking up to her and pushing her onto her back on the bed. I continued to stroke my cock as my slippery hand stroked my member up and down. I imagined walking toward her until we fell together in an embrace that would melt the north pole. Our mouth's were locked together and our tongues darted in and out. Slowly I watched as my wife sank to her knees until she was kneeling before me. I began to pump myself even faster as I imagined that I was looking into her beautiful blue eyes as she licked her lips and opened her mouth. I felt my toes begin to tingle and my balls begin to quiver as I imagined her slowly sliding her open mouth over my member. "Oh God," I moaned as I felt my nuts begin to contract. I began to loose all control as I felt my cum rushing up my shaft. Opening my eyes I was amazed when I saw my cum squirt out and fly all the way across the shower, landing on the wall. My breathing was heavy as I slowly began to come down from my high. I quickly rinsed off and shut the water off before stepping out of the tub. I dried off and dressed quickly as I couldn't wait to hear what Allison had to tell me. My gut however, told me the news wouldn't be good. I stepped out into the bedroom only to find myself alone. I dressed quickly and walked down to the kitchen and found my wife making dinner. I figured that I wouldn't pressure her so I decided to let her begin on her own accord. I set the table for the two of us as our daughter wouldn't be home for a couple of hours yet. The summer job she got caused her to work crazy hours. Allison and I sat down to eat. The baggy sweat pants and the over sized tee shirt hid her gorgeous figure. Not a word was spoken as we ate, we only exchanged slight glances. I couldn't figure out what was bothering her. I only prayed that it wasn't something serious. I got up to get the dessert from the counter. Christina brought home an awesome apple pie yesterday and I couldn't wait to grab a piece. I cut two pieces and placed them on plates. I went to the refrigerator and got the can of whipped cream. I piled the white fluffy cream high on top of my piece before I sank my fork into it. Seeing that pile of whipped cream reminded me of a special evening that Allison and I shared a few years back. We finished eating and just sat there silently. I made the first move and got up and did the dishes in case she didn't feel well. Allison got up and went to the living room and sat down on the sofa. I quickly finished the dishes as the anticipation was beginning to kill me. I went into the living room and sat down next to my wife. Allison had turned the television on while I was doing the dishes to watch the news. As I sat there, I noticed that she was just staring at the screen. It was as if she wasn't even listening or paying attention. My heart was beating to the point of exploding when I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers. "What's wrong Allison?" I asked softly. Allison pulled her hand away from mine and continued to just stare at the television. I began to get really nervous when I saw her bite her bottom lip as I always know what happens next. Looking into her eyes as she still looked at the television I could see the tears welling up. "Baby what's wrong?" I asked as I inched closer to my wife. A tear trickled down her cheek and dripped onto her lap as she sniffled. Suddenly another tear ran down her cheek as she looked away from both the television set and me. "Baby whets wrong?" I said as my voice began to quiver from fear. God I was scared as I thought that maybe my wife was seriously ill with cancer or some other life threatening disease. Panic began to set in as I sensed that she was getting really upset. I reached up and caressed her back through her baggy tee shirt as she fought back sobbing. I moved in closer to place my head against hers to help calm her only to have her stand up and walk over to the large bay window. I got up and walked over to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders praying to God that she wouldn't move away from me again. I squeezed her neck and shoulders softly as she broke down and began to cry. "Oh Charles," my wife said as she sobbed. "What baby," I said as I leaned down, feeling her body heat radiating off of her bare neck. Allison tried to compose herself as her sobbing quickly reduced to some heavy sniffling. Turning around, my wife stood before me looking up into my eyes. "What's wrong?" I said softly as I looked into her rapidly reddening eyes. Another tear trickled down her cheek as she leaned her head into my chest. I placed my hands around her and hugged her lightly as she sobbed. My pulse was rampant as I grew even more anxious as I awaited whatever she had to tell me. Slowly Allison began to compose herself. Her sobbing ended as she sniffled and wiped her tears into my shirt. "It's gonna be OK baby," I said as I rubbed her back and looked into her eyes. Again the tears welled up in my wife's eyes as she fought desperately to keep from crying. She placed her hands on my arms as she looked up into my eyes. "Oh God Charles," Allison said as another tear trickled down her cheek. "It's gonna be OK," I said as I watched tears trickle down both of Allison's cheeks. Shaking her head no, my wife mumbled, "No it's not," as she again began to sob lightly. "Shhhhhhhhhh..." I said softly as I hugged her to help calm her. "Baby, what's wrong, what the matter?" I asked as I felt her tremble in my arms. I too began to fight back the tears as I knew that there was definitely something seriously wrong. My wife continued to cry lightly as she wiped her tears in my shirt. As we remained embraced Allison lifted her head and looked into my eyes. "I don't know how to tell you this," my wife said as her eyes squinted, causing more tears to run down her cheek. "Tell me what," I said softly as I tried to coax whatever it was out of her. "Just tell me Allison," I said as I again felt her begin to tremble. There was a long pause as my wife just stared into my eyes. Her eyes were now bloodshot as she fought back the tears and sniffles. "Oh Charles," Allison said as she broke down into tears and buried her head in my chest. "I'm leaving," she said as she broke down into a full blown cry. I felt my heart stop beating and it seemed like time sat still momentarily. I thought I was going to faint as everything in the room became very dark. I could hear my heart beating and my blood pulsing through my veins. "I'm so sorry," Allison said as she sobbed heavily. "But why baby?" I asked softly as my mouth was now dry. "We can fix things, we can work things out," I said as I felt like I was going to puke. Shaking her head no again Allison mumbled, "No we can't," as she continued to cry into my chest. "What happened," I asked as I had a really weird feeling. "I'm not happy anymore Charles," my wife said as her crying slowed down. "Well, we can fix that," I said as I tried to smile but couldn't. There was a long pause before Allison looked up into my eyes and said, "Trust me, we can't fix it." "Baby, we can fix anything," I said as I tried to hold onto my wife as she turned around and pulled away from my outstretched arms. Suddenly I found myself afraid as I began to wonder if she found out what happened between me and my daughter. I wasn't sure, but I knew that I wasn't thinking rationally right at this moment. "After almost twenty years were going to call it quits," I said as I just stood there looking at the back side of my wife who continued to sob lightly. "You deserve better," my wife said as she continued to stare out the window. "That's bullshit," I said as I walked over to my wife and wrapped my arms around her. Just as fast as I reached out to my wife she backed away. "I'm so sorry Charles," my wife said as she ran out of the living room and up the stairs to our room. I just stood there dumbfounded. I couldn't believe that my wife just left me as I slowly turned around and walked into the kitchen. I glanced at the clock on the microwave and realized that Christina would be home soon. I felt like my whole world was crashing down on me as I turned toward the stairs. I placed my hand on the railing as I had to steady myself. My knees were shaky as I stepped up onto the first step. Tears began to trickle down my face as thought about my wife leaving me. Step after step, I trudged along until I reached the top of the stairs. I walked down the hallway until I came to the door of our bedroom. I reached down and turned the cold brass knob until the door opened. Reality sunk in that my wife was really leaving me when I saw her packing her stuff. I just stood there in the doorway watching her as she sobbed lightly. She packed two bags as I stood there watching. "What about our daughter," I said in a dry hoarse voice. "I can't tell her," Allison said as she picked up her bags and walked toward me. Pausing at the doorway Allison looked into my eyes. Her eyes were still bloodshot as she slowly nudged past me. Once in the hallway Allison stopped and turned to look at me "Can you break the news to her," my wife said softly as she turned back around and walked down the stairs. I just stood there shell shocked. It was like I was paralyzed and I couldn't move. I couldn't even think clearly. I heard the side door slam and then I heard the unmistakable sound of her car door slamming. I heard her car start and then drive away. I had to pull myself together as my daughter was going to be home any time. I didn't know how I could break it to her as her and her mother are really close. I closed my bedroom door and walked back down to the living room. Now it was my turn as I sat there just staring at the television set, not really paying attention to it. The minutes seemed to take forever as I waited for Christina to come home from work. I heard a car pull up and I just sat there waiting for my daughter to walk in. I had to be strong. I couldn't break down. I needed to be here for my daughter and support her now as she was about to go through the worst crisis of her eighteen year old life. I heard her car door slam. The side door opened and in walked Christina. "Hi dad," my daughter said as she walked past me and raced half way up the stairs before stopping. "Where did mom go in such a hurry?" she asked as she stood there. I had a hard time keeping myself composed as she looked so much like her mother. She stood there barefoot in a short pair of pink shorts and a white long sleeve tee shirt. Well, did she go shopping?" she asked. That was a good way to delay what I had to eventually tell her tonight. I tried desperately to not cry as I felt flush in the face. "Yeah, she went shopping," I said as I sat back down on the couch. I heard Christina run up the stairs and then into her room. As I sat there just staring at the television set I could hear my daughter upstairs as she ran across the hall to take a shower. My mind began to wander back to that day about a month and a half ago. I tried to block it out of my mind but I couldn't. It just kept coming back. As I sat there watching television I heard Christina come down stairs. She went into the kitchen to get something to eat before joining me in the living room. She sat down across from me on the love seat wearing her red and white satin robe. She sat on the couch with her legs tucked under her and she ate dinner. There was an interesting show on so neither one of us talked much. Christina ate her dinner and then excused herself to go to her room. I continued to sit there pondering what went wrong with my marriage as I watched sit com after sit com. I thought about calling off work tomorrow but I figured if I went it would be a good way to keep my mind off of everything. It was getting quite late and I figured that I better go break the news to Christina. I got up and turned the television off and then shut off all the lights. I made sure the doors were locked before walking back to the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. I paused there for a moment with one foot on the first step while I held onto the brass railing. I needed to remain strong not only for myself but also for our daughter. I thought about how I was going to word what I was going to say but I couldn't come up with anything that made any sense. Panic began to set in as I slowly ascended the stairs. I walked quietly down the hall to Christina's closed door. I could hear her television on in her room so I knew she was still awake. I paused for a moment and asked God to give me strength before lightly knocking on her door. "Come in," Christina said. I turned the brass door knob and slowly pushed the door open as my heart was beating out of control. When I looked at my daughter I wanted to just turn around and leave. She looked so much like her mother that it gave me mixed emotions. I worried that talking to her might remind me of Allison. I walked in and closed the door half way. Christina was sitting on her bed with one foot tucked under her while she leaned forward and painted her toe nails on her other foot. "Do you like the color daddy?" Christina asked as she stroked the tiny brush across her well manicured nails. "Yeah, its pretty, just like you," I said as I tried to remain upbeat. "Come blow on them to help them dry quicker," my daughter said. I dropped to my knees and lowered my face to her foot. I blew lightly on her toes like she asked. When I glanced up to see if I was doing it right I couldn't believe my eyes. My daughter's robe was parted up to her knee and I could see her completely naked pussy. I blew faster and faster as my heart rate climbed through the roof. As much as I wanted to look away, I couldn't. I continued to stare at her slightly swollen pussy as I blew on her wet toe nails. I could see every detail, every delicate crease and fold. Her lips were slightly swollen and parted. Her bush was still perfectly trimmed like it was that one special day a month and a half ago. As I glanced up to look into her eyes I couldn't believe what I saw. Her robe was flipped open to one side allowing me to see her soft breast as it hung down before me. I blew on my daughter's toes one last time before standing up. I sat on the bed next to her as she put the tiny brush back into the bottle of polish. "What's up dad?" Christina asked. I didn't know how to start. "Should I try to do it easy or should I just say it?" I asked myself as I sat there next to my daughter. I knew one thing for sure, Christina knew there was something wrong. "What's wrong daddy?" Christina asked as she saw the tear trickle down my cheek. Suddenly I broke down. I put my face in my hands as I began to cry harder and harder. "What is it daddy?" Christina asked as she reached out and put her arms around me. I was so upset but yet at the same time so very turned on. I was praying that Christina wouldn't see the bulge in my pants or better yet, brush against it and feel it. "It's gonna be OK daddy, what's wrong?" Christina asked again as she pulled me into her. The feel of her soft body clad only in a soft satin robe caused my body to react one way while my mind reacted another. I was so stricken with grief yet my body was yearning for something forbidden. I leaned my head on Christina's shoulder. My daughter adjusted her position and before I knew it she had my head pressed against her breasts. "Shhhhhh..." Christina said as she gently rocked me while she rubbed my back. "Tell me what's wrong," Christina said softly as she now stroked my hair with her soft fingers. I sniffled and coughed for a moment. I tried to compose myself as I was so damned depressed but so damned aroused. I took a deep breath as I lifted my head off of my daughter's chest and looked into her eyes. "I have some bad news," I said softly as I noticed that the lava lamp she had on her night stand was plugged in. "What is it daddy?" my daughter asked as she slid her hands on top of mine and squeezed. "You can tell me," Christina said as I could see the tears beginning to well up in her eyes. I took a deep breath. I cleared my throat and squeezed her warm soft hands as I decided to just come out and tell her. "Your mother left," I said as I fought back my tears. Christina had a stunned and confused look on her face. She just stared into my eyes as I watched tears trickle out of both of her beautiful green eyes. Mistaken Identity Ch. 02 You asked for it you got it. The sequel. Thanks to David for once again editing my tale of perversion. I was awoken the next day by the violent sound of my dad knocking on the door. “Wakey, wakey Stevie!… Are you up?” I answered with an incoherent grumble, to which he replied “Okay” and I heard his footsteps move away. At first I was pissed off about being awakened so early, but then I suddenly remembered how I had fucked Jacqui the night before and a big smile grew on my face. I was then struck by a fear that I would have to face severe consequences for semi-raping my stepmother. I quickly deduced that my stepmother hadn’t snitched on me yet because my dad seemed quite chirpy when he woke me up but I was seriously worried that I was living on borrowed time. My only hope was that Jacqui felt too ashamed or humiliated to ever tell anyone. All fears aside, I couldn’t help but chuckle when I recalled the brutal face-fucking I had given her, as well as the sweet feeling of her wet snatch clinging to my young cock. Oh, and the look on her face when I took off the blindfold. I quickly got dressed and entered the hallway. Cautiously I opened the door into the lounge/kitchen area. Rebecca, my chubby little stepsister, looked up from her breakfast and I couldn’t help but notice the ample breasts that were developing by perving at the cleavage her partly unbuttoned school shirt revealed. Then I saw Jacqui fiddling around in the kitchen. Staring, she greeted me in a flat voice “Oh…Good morning Stephen.” “Hi,” I said, slightly intimidated by the knowledge that she could have me arrested, but as I replied I realized that she could do what ever she wanted to me but she would still have MY cum in her stomach and up her cunt. A perverted sense of pride dwelled inside me and I regarded her as a fine conquest. “How did you sleep?” she inquired, barely concealing a scowl. “Really good thanks. How about you?” Suddenly my Dad came in. “He’s awake!” he joked melodramatically. “Now listen I had another fainting spell last night, It was actually in the kitchen. So Jacqui will be driving Rebecca to school and dropping you off.” “Okay.” “Yeah, it’s a good thing Jacqui had trouble sleeping last night and came out and found me here or I might have been lying here all night.” I ate breakfast, waited for Rebecca and Jacqui to get ready and then we left. I sat in the front, Rebecca in the back. I didn’t talk for the whole trip to Rebecca’s catholic school. When we reached the school I sat and stared out the window at all the teenage schoolgirls’ legs and blossoming tits as Jacqui said her goodbyes. There was an awkward silence between Jacqui and I as we drove away. I began wondering why Jacqui was wearing a skirt. This puzzled me for two reasons: first, I had never seen her wear a skirt before in the whole time I had known her, which was a shame because she actually had beautiful creamy thighs (as I had discovered the night before) and secondly, I’m no psychologist, but you would think after my violation of her the previous night she would want to cover her body up as much as possible, or at least not show any more flesh than usual. Anyway, so we drove away from the school in silence as I worried that she might take the opportunity to confront me about the previous night. We drove down a few blocks of side streets, which bewildered me slightly, and then Jacqui pulled up next to a small deserted park. I looked down, staring at the floor, and let out a heavy sigh as I prepared myself for an intense confrontation. “Firstly,” she said as she stared at the side of my head, “I want you to know that I’m not going to tell anyone what you did to me last night.” I smiled with relief and turned to face her. “Oh, thanks Jacqui! I swear I’ll never do anything like that again! Not to you or anybody!” She smiled and undid her seat belt. “Well, there’s no need for such drastic measures.” Before I could ask her what she meant she had reached over and unclipped my seat belt. Using both hands she daintily undid my fly as I sat agog. Without even looking up at me she pulled out my flaccid cock and stuffed it in her mouth, along with my hairy sack. I lightly put my hand on her hair as I felt her talented tongue work wonders on my cock and balls. In a matter of seconds my cock had grown to it’s full grandeur. So she was suddenly deep-throating me. Noisily she began bobbing her head up and down, poking the back of her throat with my young dick with each down stroke. I felt I was about to come from the intense stimulation and in immense pleasure I cried, “Oh…Oh Jacqui, Yeah!” Realizing I was about to reach orgasm she suddenly pulled her head away and sat back in her seat, leaving my shaft ribbed with lipstick. I looked at her with disappointment and dismay. She laughed at my expression, then smiled and said, “Don’t worry I’m not done yet.” My stepmother then leaned over my lap, brushing her chin against my cock, pulled a lever and said, “Push back.” I did as she asked and my seat slid all the way back. My busty stepmother then twisted a big knob on the side all the way so that my seat reclined to nearly a horizontal position. Jacqui looked up and grinned at me excitedly, saying, “Now then!” Twisting herself around my stepmother then straddled my skinny frame and lowered herself so she lay flat on top of me. Her wet lips kissed me passionately and I could feel her enormous breasts squashed against my chest. Continuing to kiss me, she ran her fingers through my hair as I slowly slid my hands down to her nice round arse. Jacqui then rose to her knees and lifted up her skirt. My jaw dropped as I realized she wasn’t wearing any knickers! Before me was her muff. Still holding her skirt up with both hands she began sliding her dripping cunt lips up and down my dick as it lay flay against my abdomen. This made us both moan. Lifting her hips, she then daintily clasped my slippery young cock and pulled it so the tip of the head was between the lips of her wet snatch. My stepmother left it there briefly, both of us panting in anticipation as her cunt dribbled juices all over the head of my dick, which then slowly dripped all the way down my veiny shaft and onto my hairy scrotum. This made me breathe heavily and moan like crazy, as I felt her fluid running down my dick and her hungry cunt lips pulsing around the tip of my cock. Without any warning, she suddenly pushed down on my cock, crying out as she slid down my entire length. I ran my hands up her thighs as she bounced spasmodically on my cock as best she could in the confines of the car. She then fell forward and propped herself up slightly with her arms, rubbing her tits across my chest as I squeezed her arse. We became a heaving mishmash of clothes and flesh fucking in time. I reached up and ripped open her blouse, forcing my face into her hanging cleavage. As I sloppily licked the valley between her Double-D tits I felt myself nearing ejaculation. Worrying I would climax well before my stepmother, I stuck my middle finger in front of her face and said, “Here, suck on this.” Too preoccupied impaling herself on my dick to ask questions, she noisily sucked on my finger, coating it with her drool. Feeling the urgency as my sack expanded with cum, I quickly spread her butt-cheeks apart with both hands and, with some difficulty, forced my finger all the way into her tight anus. She screamed with a mixture of pleasure and pain, “Oh god!!! What are you doing?!!!” This was all too much for me and I began spewing my load deep inside my stepmother’s vagina. As I ejaculated my huge load inside her I rapidly wiggled my finger inside her tight-tight anus. The culmination of my stiff dick vomiting gallons of hot cum inside her and my long squirming finger working hard in her anus caused Jacqui to climax. She screamed “Oh Fuck me, Stevie! FUCK MEEiiiarrrrhhhh!” as her sore cunt poured cum all over my cock, balls and pubes. Our fucking gradually slowed down as I felt her juices leak down my arse crack. My stepmother fell flat on top of me and for quite some time we remained tangled in a heaving, sweating embrace. Then I felt something dripping onto my neck. I looked down to see Jacqui sobbing on top of me. “Hey. Wha’s wrong?” I asked. She looked up at me with tear-soaked eyes and spluttered, “I can’t believe what I just did! I’m a dirty SLUT! I just committed adultery!” She buried her head in my shoulder and I tried to think of something to say. Eventually I lifted up her head to face me and, looking into her teary eyes, I said, “ I don’t know if what we’ve done was right, but I do know that I didn’t start living until I fucked you last night.” She smiled and said, “Oh, how can I resist you!” and passionately kissed me. Eventually she looked up and said “You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. Mind you, I’ve only ever had sex with two men before, my first husband and your father, but wow! Neither of them ever stuck their finger up my bum.” “You’re not so bad yourself.” I said grabbing her left boob. Just then Jacqui felt something poke her in the abdomen. “Ooh what’s that?” she said looking down, and quickly realizing it was my cock. “Deary me! You’re quite the little stallion aren’t you Stephen?” My stepmother then moved over to her own seat and undoing her blouse said, “Before I take you home I want you to pump my boobs.” “You bet!” I said eagerly as I began to undress. By the time I was ready she had put her seat in its full reclining position. I looked over at her and she eyed me seductively purring, “Now come on over here and fuck my big Double-D boobs!” Jacqui never swore and it showed. She sounded like a kid saying Fuck for the first time, with a sense of defiance and yet with a hint of fear of getting caught. I straddled her abdomen and rubbed my hairy sack across her flesh as she helped me undo her lacy white bra. Without the restraint her huge fat tits both moved in the direction of each armpit. I grabbed a breast in each hand and rubbed them together, squeezing them tightly and watching the pounds of flesh bulge out. This made her moan like crazy as I wrestled with her fleshy mountains in a vain attempt to get at least half of each breast in my grasp. The tighter I squeezed the fat masses, the more flesh bulged out between my fingers and the louder Jacqui screamed in that beautiful mixture of pleasure and pain. Eventually I loosened my grip watching the expression on my stepmother’s face subside, only to squeeze again. This time I squeezed with all my strength, causing her tits to bulge so much that I thought they would burst, sending her erect nipples flying into the windscreen. “AAAAAAHHHHLETGOLETGO!” She cried and I quickly did, leaving her to heave her bright red chest as she gasped for air. “Wow.” she said simply between breaths. Moving down I began licking and sucking her nipples, enjoying her flavour as she moaned in ecstasy. Then I decided to try something I’d seen two lesbians do in a porn movie. I pinched her nipples, pulled on them a bit so her breasts were slightly elongated, then with both hands I shook them with small vigorous movements, watching in awe as ripples pulsed down her enormous breasts. This sent Jacqui in to raptures, and growing impatient, she began moaning, “Fuck them Stephen! Hurry up and fuck my boobs with your beautiful young cock!” I stopped. “Okay Jacqui. I’ll fuck your tits, but there’s one thing you have to do for me first.” “What? What? Anything!” she exclaimed with great impatience. The lower part of my body was still encrusted with Jacqui’s vaginal juices and I wanted to see just how kinky my god-fearing stepmother was willing to get. I moved into the 69 position and rested my balls on her chin and replied, “Lick your cum out of my crack.” “What?!” she asked surprised. “C’mon Jacqui.” I said encouragingly as I lowered my ass to her mouth. And sure enough I felt her wet tongue hesitantly pass her lips and touch my pussy juice coated arse-crack. She began licking up and down my crack. And then I felt her use her hands to spread my cheeks and do a more thorough job. I couldn’t believe it! My supposed prude of a stepmother was obediently licking up and down my arse crack and enjoying it! The slut was really getting into it and, thrilled with her efforts, I began to rub her wet cunt vigorously as I said, “That’s it you dirty old slut! Lick my butt-crack! Lick you stepson’s arse! That’s it bitch, do it for Jesus!” I then felt her purse her lips around my anus and poke it with her tongue. She caught me off guard when I felt her slip her little wet tongue in my anus and taste the inside. My slutty stepmother then reached her soft right hand around my leg and began pumping it. “Oh Jesus Christ, Jacqui! That’s the spirit!” I cried, but fearing I would cum without fucking her tits I eventually pulled away. Moving around I positioned my cock on her chest. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she pushed her tits up and engulfed my dick. Pulling back, I began fucking her mounds but this hurt us both as I had pumped her tits raw. Without speaking she released her breasts and I pushed my cock all the way into her gaping mouth. Working her tongue fast she quickly coated my cock with her drool and as I pulled out a few strands of spit linked her lips to the helmet of my proud Lower Admiral. Moving down I reached my hand to her soaking cunt and coated it with her vaginal juices. I then smeared these juices down the valley between her tits and across her breasts. Resting my dick between her tits we exchanged smiles as her huge buns enveloped my sausage. We both moaned uncontrollably as I fucked her big hooters. Her breasts are so large that it was a rarity when my Lower Admiral would peek his proud helmet out the top of her silky fat jugs. It wasn’t long before I felt I was about to cum so, pulling out, I pointed my dick into her face and began jacking off hard with my right hand. She squeezed my arse as tight as tightly as possible and opened her mouth, but I quickly told her to close it. Just as I was about to cum I rested the tip of my dick against her nostril. I watched my stepmother cringe in anguish as I shot my first load of cum right up her nose. She began spluttering uncontrollably as I continued to splash my cum all over the pretty canvas of her face and into the dark frame of her hair. I then pulled back and squeezing her tits around my cock I pumped the remaining cum out of my scrotum and in between her fleshy mounds. Extremely exhausted I collapsed on my wasted stepmother, feeling the poke of her sore nipples and the wet sticky mixture of our love-fluids on my chest. Eventually I moved over to my seat and she gazed at my renewed erection with her cum-drenched face. “Deary Me! You’re quite the young stud aren’t you!” she said. My step mum then began shoveling the cum on her face and tits into her hungry mouth. After she had finished her chest and face looked a bit sticky, but she still had some in her hair. Looking into the rear-view mirror she ran her slender finger through her hair, mixing in my cum until it looked like she had used hair gel. Smiling back at me she leant over and obediently started licking the mixture of cum that had stuck to my chest. As she lapped up the milk on my chest like a cat she kept her eyes fixed into my gaze. My stepmother then playfully licked my nipples as she looked up with an expression of complete subservience. She then got on her hands and knees with her arse facing the steering wheel. My pious stepmother then purred, “Do me like dog.” And who was I to refuse a bitch in heat. I got behind her, the low roof of the car meant I had to rest on her back, as I blindly positioned my cock head into her dripping twat and, grabbing her shoulders, slammed into her. She grunted with every thrust and complimented my hammering by pushing back into me as I slammed in and retracting as I withdraw most of my veiny cock. Suddenly she started calling out “Stop. Stop! Stephen Stop.” So I gradually slowed to a halt. “What is it?!” I said slightly frustrated. “That girl’s watching us!” I looked out the window to my left and sure enough, in the park stood some girl, probably in her early-teens, staring with a gob smacked expression. “We’re gonna have to stop.” Jacqui whined. So I sadly pulled my juice-coated boner out of my stepmother’s cunt. But, just as I was about to move over to my seat, I had another idea. I reached my hand back and found her puckered virgin anus with my fingers. “What are you doing?!” she complained as I positioned my cock head at the entrance between her arse-cheeks. She wailed like a banshee as I slowly pushed my throbbing dick all the way into her incredibly tight tunnel. Once I was completely inside her I rested. She began yelling, “Get it out!” as, in a futile effort to push me out, her arse muscles began massaging my rod. I could have soon cum, remaining completely still, letting her arse milk my cock, but I had other plans. I pulled back, resting my butt on the steering wheel and then began pounding the shit out of her arse! Each plunge was accentuated by the cry of my stepmother, synchronized with the slapping sound her butt-cheeks made. With my left arm I struggled to hug both her tits as she thrashed around wildly, while I reached down with my right and rubbed her dripping cunt furiously. Amazingly quickly her cries of protest became cries like, “OH YESSS! YESSS! SLAM IT IN THERE! OH PRAISE GOD, YEAHHH!” I soon drove in all the way as I flooded her inside chasm with gallons of my thick cum. This set her off and I felt her liquid pouring through my fingers as she cried, “Uh ua WAAAAUUUGHHHHHHHHHHH …oh GOD!” After getting dressed Jacqui sat back down, making no attempt to hide the pain in her arse as she readjusted her seat. Driving back to my place I could tell her arse was killing her, and with every little bump she quickly gasped. When she parked in front of my place, she kissed me on the cheek, looked into my eyes and simply said, “Thank you.” I returned it, then we exchanged goodbyes and I left the car. Well there you have it. Thanks to everyone who wrote me comments for my last story and I'd appreciate your views on this one. Mistaken Identity Ch. 02 In "Mistaken Identity", Debbie, a college Sophomore, was at a hotel early one evening to meet her married lover at the time they had routinely met for several months for a few hours of sex. Always in need of money, she had met him as a baby sitter, arranged through the college. He had introduced her to oral sex, both ways, but recently began trying to end their meetings in order not to jeopardize his marriage. Much to Debbie's sexual frustration, he apparently had chosen this day not to show up. An older man then addressed her by name and guided her into the restaurant. He asked questions and led her through interesting conversations and before she could question what had happened they had finished dinner and danced several numbers and she began to realize that she would not have to forego her desired rendezvous with an erect cock. The result was that she had the best sexual experience of her young life that night with the man, Warren, who was old enough to be her father. The next morning, as she left his room, he handed her an envelope full of money, more than she ordinarily earned in a month of working several part time jobs. He explained it included a large tip because she was the best he'd ever been with, as if she wanted to be with him and had enjoyed it. He had assumed she was the call girl he had arranged for. While starting to explain the error but letting him know that she had, indeed, enjoyed it, Debbie was captivated by the money and instead asked for the telephone number that Warren used to arrange for a girl. Mistaken Identity Ch. 02 As they eat, he talks with her. "I have a proposition for you," he says. "I haven't thought out all the details but generally, this is it. You quit this business even before you're in it. I don't really want some variety of obnoxious bozos messing around with you. I want you just like you are. I come out here at least a week a month. Sometimes more. I'll pay you to sleep with me when I'm here. Instead of paying you each time, I put you on our payroll somehow and pay you so much a month. We'll have to decide how much that should be. You go ahead with school and lead your life just like you do now except that when I'm in town, you sleep in my bed instead of yours. I doubt if I can perform up to what you've got used to every single night but we can do whatever we can do. How does that sound?" "It sounds great," Debbie says. "Can you really put me on a company payroll just to sleep with you?" "Well, it's nothing I'd take to the Board of Directors for approval and paying for sex isn't allowed. But, yes, I certainly can and I wouldn't be the first or last CEO who did. You'll also have all taxes paid and be on both our medical and retirement plans, at least as long as we continue." "I love it," she says. "I don't know how the service will like this, though. They'll lose their income from me." "Well, it's income they've never received yet anyway," Warren says, now business like. "I'm sure I can talk to them and arrange to, what, buy your contract? It's all money to them, I'm sure it can be done." Then, smiling and speaking softer, "You're just so sexually perfect. I mean, your body is terrific. Your vagina is tight, you taste like nectar. You're just as sexy as hell. You never seem to get enough. You're honest and open about it all. I just want you." She grins. "That's great because I want you. There may be somebody better out there but I've sure never run into one. But that makes me think of something. Maybe we'll get romantically attached to each other? Can we do this and just keep it at sex?" "We have to. I'm married. I love my wife. We have years invested in each other. We have great children. I guess we have to understand that from the beginning. This is just sex. This is sex for money. You're never to try and claim me. I'm never going to try and claim you. That sounds cold and I sure want our sex to stay hot, as it is now. But we both have to know the rules when we start." "I know. I've got to treat this as if I was with the service, just doing you for money. It's all illegal. It's just sex. And right now that's fine with me. I've got a little more than two years of school ahead. Even if it just lasts until then, I'll be ahead. Because if I wasn't with you, I'd be having sex with someone for free, probably. I mean, I like sex and want it. Which makes me think. What happens if I meet some guy and date him? Can I do that?" "Absolutely. Sure you can. You should. I'm just paying you for when we're together, I'm not buying your whole life." She grins, gets up and walks around the table. They're both naked. She shoves his chair back a little to make room, reaches down and grasps his cock, which by now is almost fully erect, moves forward and straddles him, slowly sitting down on his lap, facing him. His cock slides about half way up inside her. " Better start making sure you get your money's worth," she says, grinning and then kissing him, their arms around one another. Mistaken Identity Ch. 02 (Author's Note: This is a 'what if' side story for The Perfect Pussy series. I never felt that I really had a chance to let Waylon talk about his feelings for Keni and think over what drove him over the edge. A lot of you have suggested that for his crimes he be locked up or sent to a mental hospital, maybe he will agree with you, but let him speak for himself and then decide from there okay, after all this is still America and the process of being innocent until proven guilty is still a part of our freedom...God Bless America...!) * Waylon sat on the front porch of Noreen's house and felt the girls shift with the impatience of waiting. Noreen had sent them outside to wait while she was busy packing up their rooms. He had offered to help, but she had passed on it, telling him instead to go wait for his brother and try to relax. As if he could. The more he thought about what was ahead, the more he wanted to get up and just start running. His stomach had been in knots all day, barely letting him eat and feeling as if it would all come back up once he was able to swallow it. Which was a bummer, Noreen was almost as good a cook as his mom. He was still in knots too about taking Noreen and the girls back to Crossroads. They weren't going to hear much good about him, what if they began to hate him, he didn't want that. Not from them. For the first time he began to wonder if Harley had ever had such doubts about going home...but even as he wondered, he knew it was a foolish thing to think. Harley had never been afraid of anything in his life, neither had Dean. It was Leigh who saw the truck first. "Waylon, is that them?" Following her line of vision he nodded. "That's them..." "Your brother has a pretty truck..." Yes he did, Waylon could remember all the long hours Harley had spent on it, and the times he had let his little brother help. As they pulled up to the curb, he saw that Keni was sitting next to Harley, and she looked perfectly content. "Maybe you girls should go inside. This may not be something you two should see or hear..." Both of them clutched at his arm. "No, we want to meet them...we won't let them hurt you Waylon, you been hurt enough..." The screen door closed behind them. "Yes you have...my girls are just as stubborn as I am, or haven't you figured that out yet Waylon..." Looking over his shoulder, he grinned. "I guess I should have by now..." Harley and Keni came up the walk, and Waylon saw the protective way his brother kept Keni close to him. When they came to a stop, Harley looked at the girls and at Noreen. "Never knew you to hide behind women and kids Waylon..." "He isn't hiding..." Hannah spoke up. "Waylon doesn't need us to protect him either. He can protect himself..." Both Harley and Keni smiled. "Wow, tough one isn't she. There something you never told us little brother...?" Waylon looked at the two girls. "No, but I wish there was. This is Hannah and Leigh Wilson, and the lady standing behind me, glaring at you is Noreen, their mother..." "Before we get too involved in this, why don't we go inside...too public out here," Noreen spoke up. Harley and Keni nodded. "That might be a good idea, there's some serious stuff going on and in all honesty, we're all damn confused about it." * * * In the house, Noreen sent the girls up to play then perched on the arm of the chair he sat in. Keni and Harley sat on the couch that was acting as his bed. He looked at his brother and wondered why they both looked so serious. "So what is going on...?" That made Harley and Keni exchange glances. Finally Keni spoke. "Noreen said you were in the hospital and here in Dallas for the last three months. Can you prove it?" That sounded ominous. "Yeah, there are records and the police reports and all. Keni, what's going on...?" She swallowed hard and pulled a yellow folder from her bag. "We stopped off on the way here to talk to Sheriff Jones and get this, it explains things better then we can. Now, if you can prove you have been here for the last three months, then all the better, but if you can't, then I suggest you run as far south as you can get because right now you are the most wanted man in Oklahoma, Montana and Idaho." Her bright green eyes moved to Noreen. "You working in a hospital, you might be able to handle the pictures better then I did...but some of them are pretty graphic and I admit they made me sick to my stomach the first time I saw them...hell I still can't look at them without wanting to throw up..." She handed the folder to Waylon. "The first one is Davia Montoya; they found her on the freeway up near Tulsa. The details are in the folder. She'll live but the next three weren't so lucky. The man is Luke Norton; they found him near a line cabin in Montana, the girl is one who disappeared from Billings about fifty miles away, she was found in the cabin near his body. And the last one is Randall Marshall. They found him on a dirt road near McCall, Idaho. They also found Anita's car about twenty miles from there. With a man named Max Connor's finger prints all over it. Randall's girlfriend is still missing. This is her..." She took a color photograph from her bag. Waylon noticed the resemblance instantly. "She looks like you Keni..." Keni nodded. "To quote my mom and sister, a dead ringer...it did not lighten the mood." She visibly shivered. "Waylon, how did you get in contact with Max Connor...?" He sighed. "Met him in a bar in Oklahoma City, me and Anita went there just for a change. She got totally confused when she came out of the bathroom and sat down with him by mistake. He came over and sat down acting all surprised about how much he and I looked alike. I never connected that he might be the same Max Connor you wrote mom and dad about, I guess I should have. You told us how you thought it was me in that cell. We had a few drinks with him, and he offered to drive us back to Crossroads since we were both too drunk to do it ourselves. Like fools we let him do it. God, I can't believe I was that dumb..." Harley smiled. "Well, you never did have much brains little brother...the first was trying to be as bad as me. You might have come close, but you really don't have it in you..." No, he didn't. "I just loved you so damn much Keni, and to see you pick him over me...it was like my whole life was falling apart." He looked at her and swallowed hard. "I...I couldn't help myself, I just wanted you so damn bad..." Keni got to her feet and came to the chair, kneeling before him; she reached out and touched his face. "The main thing you screwed up was not telling me Waylon. I know those times you tried to kiss me, I thought you were just teasing me, the way Dean did. I never thought you were serious...if I had, I would have told you I was in love with Harley and had been forever it seems, and not because he was a bad boy type. I never have seen him that way. I just knew the first time I looked at him that he was important to me and I would always want him more then any other man in my life..." She was close to crying and he hated to see it. "We just should have been more open and honest with each other Waylon...that's all..." He nodded and reached out to cup her cheek. "All I care about is you being happy and he's not hurting you in any way..." His voice dropped as he spoke the last part. He could see Harley glaring at him, but he didn't care, she had meant so much to him for so long... She answered him just as quietly, knowing that it was a private matter between them. "He's great to me Waylon, and what we share, I never thought I would ever find anyone who makes me feel the way he does. Not physically, mentally, or emotionally. We're getting married New Years Eve, so we got to get this all worked out so you can come home to be there, okay?" Waylon grinned, and felt a little amazed by her treatment of him. Gone was the anger and fear he had seen too often. It felt as if a huge weight had been taken off his shoulders that he hadn't even known he was carrying. "Can you really forgive me so easy for all I did and said...?" Keni gave him a mischievous smile. "Oh, maybe not all, but just knowing that you didn't try to kill the man I love, well, that makes up for part of it, but if you ever slap me again, I will kick your ass all the way back to Oregon...okay?" "You got a deal little sister..." They hugged and he found that he didn't feel the sexual need he had always felt around her before. If anything a part of him felt more at peace then he had ever felt in his life. Harley had lost his glaring expression now, and he smiled. "Relax big brother, I got a woman who is willing to put up with me as much as Keni is you, so no hassles there, which reminds me, I want to take her home with us. She knows I may end up in jail until this is all worked out, but she's willing to stand by me...you think mom and dad would mind her staying with them?" He was a little worried that they might think she was like the others he had been with before. Harley shook his head. "Not a bit, they wanted to come down with us, but with the wedding only a couple days away, mom was in no shape to make the trip. Oh, shit, you didn't know, Heather and Mike are getting married on Saturday, our little sister went and got herself in the family way...on purpose, in my opinion, but they both say it was an accident...speaking of which, I got to call and let them know we made it okay..." Watching as his brother pulled a cell phone from his jacket, Waylon looked at Keni, "A cell phone?" He had a hard time to think of his brother ever needing a cell phone. "He needs it for work, he and Scooter are doing great at the shop and we like to keep in contact with Kate since Dean is working at the lumber mill besides working the farm." She smiled and reached in her bag, "more photos, but these I think you will like...your new niece and nephew..." They were beautiful. "Twins, Kate had twins..." He wished he had been there, but now he looked at the photo and saw two small babies, a little boy in a sleeper fashioned to look like over alls and a straw hat, while the little girl was dressed in pink and a bonnet. "They're beautiful...is Kate okay?" "She's fine, but that is it for her and Dean, doctor told her no more, so they both went and got taken care of. So, how long will it take you to get copies of the hospital records and police reports, the sheriff figures you will have to go into custody for a while, but just until we can prove where you were..." Harley hung up his phone, "mom and dad say get your ass home as soon as you can, and bring the new part of the family..." He grinned at Noreen. "I do have to warn you, this family is something else. We stick our noses where it doesn't belong, but we look after our own. If you're serious about Way, then we'll back you and your girls up to the end. If not..." Noreen nodded. "I decided the minute I met him, I wanted this man in my life, good, bad or indifferent. My girls love him crazy, and I do too, so unless you honestly think you can pry me from him, we're in this for the long haul..." Keni looked at Harley over her shoulder. "I like her...sounds like she might have some James blood in her..." She got up and moved over to the couch, sitting so she was straddling Harley's lap and facing him. "Any of that sound familiar lover mine?" Waylon heard Harley laugh. "All of it baby, are you ever going to forgive me for wanting you out of the line of fire, literally..." "Not a chance in hell honey, and once I get that ring through your nose come New Years, you can be even surer of it." They kissed then and Waylon heard Noreen's deep intake of breath. "Oh my, are they always like that Waylon?" Reaching up, he pulled her down on his lap and she put her arms up around his neck. "That is mild for those two. Sometimes I wondered if they weren't going to set the world on fire when they were together." He looked at his brother. "Hey Harley, come up for air big brother, we still got things to talk about and there are two young girls in this house who don't need to see you and Keni trying to molest each other in public view." Harley gave him a lazy smile, "hmm, go to hell little brother, I won't apologize for loving on my woman...as for the girls, better for them to see real affection then some things I know they could be seeing, but if Noreen wants me to apologize I will..." Noreen shook her head. "No, he's right Waylon, they could see things a lot worse, and I'd rather they see love then I would some of the things they have seen in their lives..." Her voice was life. "They've seen enough bad, let them see some good for a change." He knew she was right, and he nodded. "You're right babe, they have seen enough." Keni looked at Noreen with a curious look as she moved off Harley's lap. "So, what you all want for dinner? Noreen looks tired and if she has been packing all day, the last thing she wants to do is cook for us, so if you will tell me where the phone is, I'll see if I can find a decent pizza parlor that delivers..." Noreen looked surprise but voices from the top of the stairs told Waylon the girls had been listening. "Yeah, pizza..." They came running down and flew into the room. "Pizza mom, we haven't had...can we mom, can we...?" Noreen looked around then up at Keni, finally nodding almost gratefully. "I was...but no, pizza is fine. Hannah will show you where the phone and yellow pages are." When the girls had dragged Keni off, she shifted a little on Waylon's lap. "She doesn't need to..." Harley took on a soft smile. "Yes she does, Keni looks and worries about everyone, it's in her nature, when I got shot, she came to the hospital and spent the night with me, which got us both yelled at, but we didn't care. Even when the sheriff came and talked to us the next day, she refused to talk, shower or even change clothes until after I was settled in...you should have seen the worry she went through with her sister...and I think she's been more worried about Waylon then any of us know. A part of me really thinks that she never believed he was capable of the stuff in Montana and Idaho." Waylon remembered the photos, shivered with a cold finger running down his spine, and nodded. "I guess that's one of the things I always loved about her, she does care about people, she wants to help everyone...I remember that time I tried to kiss her, she was hot and sweaty and had straw in her hair, and I thought how sexy she looked. I guess she was right, maybe if we had talked about it then, instead of me letting it fester all these years..." "Yeah, it would have helped." Harley nodded in agreement. "I know it would have, but let me tell you, it threw me a real curve when she told me how much she had been in love with me all these years. I mean, it was like she had to be mistaking me for someone else, and I hated thinking that in the end I would hurt her so bad...but you know me I never much cared about people's feelings before her. She's changed all that, now all I can think of is how good the idea of spending the rest of my life with her feels. That and knowing she loves me as I am, if I slip, she won't run at the first move, she'll wait for me to get my act together or else." "You really have changed haven't you Harley?" Waylon spoke softly. "So everyone tells me, Keni says it would have happened sooner or later, but I really don't think I would have if she hadn't been there to get me on the right road. Hell, odds are if she hadn't come down this summer, I'd probably be back in prison again and this time I wouldn't be getting out..." Waylon swallowed hard as he made an admission he hated to make. "I...I thought it was all an act, that in the end you would treat her just like all the others and cast her aside. That made me so mad...thinking of her being like the others. It might not have bothered me with some, but not Keni..." Noreen moved off his lap. "I think I'll go see how Keni and the girls are getting along. Sounds like you two really need to talk alone..." They both watched her walk off and Harley nodded. "Hey, there a store near by, I could use a beer, and it'll be a while before the pizza gets here..." Waylon nodded. "Actually there's a nice little bar right down the street, let's go have a beer..." Harley called to Keni that they were going, but she only waved her hand and shooed them off. Noreen smiled as well as she listened to the order. * * * The bar was a small, semi dark local place that was quiet and peaceful. Getting two beers from a tired looking old man, they found a table in the back and settled back. There was a lot that needed said, but neither of them seemed ready to jump into the water. Instead they talked about Scooter's repair shop, and about the time he had been in the hospital, and about Noreen, and the girls. They talked about their folks and the new twins and about Kate and Dean. It upset Waylon to think of one of them needing to work to actually support the farm. "We get all this cleared up, you going to stay at home Waylon, or come back here...I mean Noreen..." Waylon shook his head. "This is the last place she wants to be Harley, her family, they're all up north..." He told his brother about her ex and what she and the girls had been through. Even as he talked he saw his brother's face turn dark and evil. "Yeah, that was my reaction too. She's a good woman Harley, and the girls are great. I want to be there for her if that son of a bitch ever gets out and comes looking for them..." "Well, he comes looking for her or those girls, he's going to have one hell of a welcoming party, just like Max will if I ever get my fucking hands on him...it had to have been him who shot at me and Keni that day, you never were that good of a shot..." "Just what the hell happened...?" He listened intently as Harley told him all the events leading up to the day someone had shot his brother as they talked on the porch. Finally he nodded. "Had to be Max, he stuck around Anita's for a couple days, not that I remember much of them. He kept me pretty drunk, and talking about you and Keni. God, when I try and remember to what the fuck I told him...I do know he worked Anita over more then once when she tried to get away. And that rifle sounds like the one had at the apartment, high ballistic, scope...the whole nine yards. I remember thinking it wasn't something you used for deer hunting the way he claimed it was. What the hell did you do to him to make him hate you so much...?" Harley frowned. "Let's just say that he and I did not agree on jailhouse etiquette...there are some things cell-mates don't pull on each other..." His lips had become a thin line and Waylon knew it was time to shut up. "I never knew bro..." It was hard to imagine his big brother being in such a situation. "No one but Keni does...I been having nightmares since the Sheriff told me whose finger prints were found in Anita's car. She finally got it out of me, and it wasn't easy to talk about believe me..." His cell phone rang and again Waylon felt surprised to think of his brother carrying one. He saw Harley smile and nod. "We'll be back in a few, just let us finish our beers...two, swear to god...ah honey, would I lie to you...?" He laughed. "Okay, we're on our third one...happy now? Damn, you just wait until we get to the motel tonight...and no that ain't any damn threat, that sugar is a promise..." He hung up and looked at Waylon. "Damn, maybe I should have let you have that woman; I swear to god she does that to me just to make sure the sex is extra hot..." He downed his beer and they left the bar. * * * At the house, they found Noreen and the girls helping Keni bring in a bag and their sleeping bags. He saw his future sister give Harley a grin. "Sorry sweetheart, no motel tonight, Noreen has a spare room upstairs she said we could use. And Waylon, that blue bag is from your mom and dad. They figured you might need a few extra clothes and I think there is a letter in there from your mom. She was crying the whole time she packed it for you so I'm not sure what all is in there." She took the sleeping bags and the other bag up stairs with the girls leading the way. Mistaken Identity Ch. 02 "It was actually the girl's idea, they have taken to Keni faster then they did Waylon...hard to believe how young she is..." Harley nodded. "She's been that way as long as I known her. She never stops either, unless I tie her to the bed and keep here there. Uh, I hope you don't mind if there is a little extra noise tonight, I promise not to make her scream too loud with pleasure..." Waylon saw the question in Noreen's face. "He is being honest hon, him and her; they used to wake up the whole farm damn near..." "We'll talk about that after the kids in bed..." She looked at Waylon and he knew she was asking him the other question, was he still sleeping on the couch, or going to sleep where she thought he belonged. With a subtle nod, he moved his head and saw her smile as she moved up to wrap her arms around him. She felt good in his arms and he saw Keni and Harley both watching him with grins and motioning him to kiss her. When he did, she moaned and he knew that unless he got locked up, they wouldn't be sleeping alone for a long time. To Be Continued... Mistaken Identity? Ch. 02 I awoke to familiar sounds. Somewhere nearby a bed was squeaking. I could hear a woman muffling her moans to try and not wake everyone in the house. I sat up in bed listening to this, making sure I was fully awake and not dreaming that I was hearing these sexual moans. I noticed that the clock struck midnight and chimed 12 times. I remembered that the lucky guy getting laid wasn't the only lucky guy this night. I smiled remembering my cousin Sherry giving me a nice blowjob that put me to sleep. My smile faded as I realized it must be Sherry and her husband. I felt slightly disappointed as Sherry is great in bed and very sexual. I reminded myself that downstairs on the front livingroom couch was my sexy ex girlfriend Beth. I swung my legs over the edge of my waterbed and stood up. I slipped a pair of shorts lying near my bed. I didn't need a shirt being that I would soon be naked again. I slowly opened my door. I was successful at not letting it squeak like doors tend to do when you try to be silent and sneaky. I closed the door behind me and paused in the dark hallway. I let my eyes adjust to the total darkness. I shook my head as I looked toward the door where the sexual sounds were coming from. I reminded myself that I was no better then my cousin and was getting back with my ex as well, just for the sex. But in my case I wasn't going to date her. Just fuck her. I caught my breath and slowly decended the dark stairs. As I neared the bottom I could see a sexy feminine form on the dark couch. As I walked closer I could smell a nice tropical perfume. I didn't remember Beth ever having this kind of perfume before, but I guess since we were swimming earlier I didn't get a chance to smell it. I could see that she was out like a light. I started to get nervous and have second thoughts. What if she changed her mind and went to sleep thinking I wasn't coming down? What should I do? I looked at the outline of her feminine form. The curves so sexy. As I came even closer to her sleeping form I knew I wouldn't be able to resist having her. I know Beth always preferred when I took the inituative. So I kneeled down on the soft carpet in front of her. The darkness was so overwhelming that I couldn't see her features, but I allowed my imagination to fill in the details that my eyes couldn't see. I kissed her soft lips once. Twice. Three times and she moaned softly. I let my tongue trail along her lips and they parted allowing my tongue entrance. I could vaguely see her eyelids flutter as I felt her breath coming in and out of her nose faster and harder. Our tongues met and there seemed to be an electric spark between us. Beth seemed to be a much better kisser then I remembered from our previous relationship. Her body was responding to mine instinctively, since she was still in a deep sleep. I allowed my hands to roam down her body and under her shirt. Her skin seemed smoother then I remembered. Either my imagination or lust seemed to enhance the moment making everything more exciting then usual with Beth. I pulled my tongue back from hers and kissed her on the lips again before breathing in her perfume, it was driving me crazy! I felt like a beast devouring it's meal. I kissed her stomach and it seemed to flutter in response. I pulled her shirt up a bit and followed it with kisses and occasional licks. I paused for a moment and still heard the bed squeaking above me where Sherry and her husband seemed to be having a sexual marathon. I smiled to myself. Well if they can do it so can we! I lifted Beth's shirt over her breasts allowing them freedom to the air and my hands and lips. I gently trailed circles around her nipples with my hands, knowing that not touching the nipples would make them more erect. I heard her moan again and smiled to myself. Even sleeping I knew she was enjoying this as much as I was. While I was licking circles around her breasts her shirt kept coming down annoying me so I lifted it over her head and off. I heard her gasp. "Shhhh" I whispered while putting a finger to her lips. I could faintly see her eyes open. I leaned in and kissed her again and she moaned. Our tongues met wildly as I allowed my body to cover hers. I felt the contact of her silk panties with my shorts and my erection grew. She pressed both hands against my chest as if to push me off but then she caressed the muscles in my chest returning my kisses with the same fever-pitch that I initiated. We paused for a few seconds. She turned her head to the side as she adjusted her body to mine. He legs spread open slightly and I could see her breasts rise and fall. The sexual tension was building as I leaned in and breathed in her perfumed body. I brushed a few strands of her hair away from her ear and lightly licked the earlobe. Beth grabbed each of my arms that surrounded her body. She sat up slightly and kissed me passionately. I pressed my shorts-covered erection into her panties even harder and heard her gasp again. "Fuck me!" She whispered fiercely. I responded by kissing and licking my way down her body, which arched to meet my tongue and hands. I grabbed the ends of her panties and tugged as I pulled them slowly down her legs. Her butt arched off the couch allowing them to be completely removed. After I got her panties down her legs and over her feet I paused and breathed in her scent. I heard her breathe in as she watched me do this. I reminded myself to be quiet during this encounter. My cousin Kathleen was sleeping a few rooms away. I pulled myself away from Beth's body causing us both to be momentarily disappointed at the lack of contact. I stood up next to the couch and pulled my shorts down. I heard her breathing pick up pace with my own. Now we were both completely naked. I glided my body over hers not allowing contact, enhancing the anticipation. I leaned in to kiss her lips again and when she went for it I pulled back. "Please!" She whispered urgently. I leaned in again and she went for it again and I pulled back once more. Her eyes pleaded with me even though I couldn't make out the details in the dark. I could only see that they were focused on me, Unblinking in desire. I licked my lips and lowered them. This time I didn't have a chance to pull back as she met my lips and licked them and put her tongue in my mouth. Right then both our desires seemed to explode as our bodies met. She arched to meet me in places I was too high to meet her and I lowered to meet her as well. We were kissing and moaning into each other's mouths once again. I pulled back allowing us both to catch our breaths. I went down to the bottom of her legs and lifted one. I took it in my hands caressing it like a lover. I kissed my way down the leg toward her inner thigh. I heard her inhale and hold her breath. I released the leg and heard her exhale as I repeated the process on the other leg. This time when I reached her wetness I did not pull back. I dove right in. She let out a loud moan that I was sure everyone in the house had to hear. My tongue ran up and down her pussylips as she grabbed the back of my head. I thrust my tongue in and out of her as she guided me where she wanted me most. My fingers were active and lightly pinched and released her clit following that with running my tongue over it. She was moaning and tossing her head from side to side. "Lick me. Oh God don't stop! Fuck your tongue feels so great on my pussy!" She half whispered half screamed in pleasure. I picked up the pace of my licking and caressing of her body. My hands would alternate between teasing her pussy and running over her smooth stomach and tits. I took long upward licks as if her pussy was a melting ice cream pop. Her breathing seemed to come in short gasps as she was nearing her orgasm. "Oh my fucking God! Make me cum baby! Don't stop! Keep licking my pussy!" She whispered on urgently. I pulled back slightly and blew a soft breeze on my pussy making her quiver. I went back to licking and sucking her pussy as if I were a man dying of thirst getting his first sip of a soft, cold, drink. I didn't stop but sped up my licking as her hands guided my head up and down, in and out, back and forth until her moaning signaled the arrival of an earth-shattering orgasm. "Fuck! Oh, yes you motherfucker! Oh I'm cumming!" She moaned. Her body flung back onto the couch exhausted. I laid my head on her stomach to rest as well. She seemed to want to pull my head inside her. Catching my breath I reflected that this was by far the best response I ever got from Beth giving her oral sex. She usually got embarassed or awkward during and after the act. This time she seemed content and thoroughly pleased, As the feeling returned to my body I noticed my erection was rock hard and without any attention. I pressed it into the inside of her legs making it obvious that it needed her attention. She motioned with her hands for me to come close to her head. I could barely see as the night made her hands shadows in the dark. I stood up and inched my way toward her waiting mouth. She grabbed my cock and rubbed softly, up and down. Then she took it in her mouth. Beth seemed to be better at this then I remembered from our previous relationship. Maybe she gained some experience from her various boyfriends after me. It seemed like a dream as her mouth caressed my cock like a long lost lover. She licked and moved my cock around in her mouth. She sucked and moaned on my cock. I leaned my head back and enjoyed the sensation of her hot, wet, tongue licking the head of my dick. She bobbed up and down on my dick. I held the back of her head and guided her as she raced up and down. She pulled back to catch her breath, and I felt how wet she made my cock. As her breathing returned to normal I helped guide her head back and she sucked me some more. She got very good at this since the last time she gave me a blow job. My knees were weak and I had to lean into the couch to keep my balance. I began fucking her mouth as much as she was sucking me. Her cheeks caved in as I felt along them to help guide her better. I felt my cock going in and out with my hands on her cheeks. It felt different but erotic. She made loud slurping sounds that I was afraid would wake up my cousin Kathleen in the other room. This was unlike Beth, being that she has always been silent in the past. Even when nobody was in the house she rarely made a noise during sex. Maybe it was the suddeness of waking up to this. Maybe it was still the sounds of sex coming from my cousin Sherry's room. The slurping sounds were turning me on even more. I could hear my cock popping from her mouth on occasion. She was driving me wild. Maybe it was going without sex for so long, but my orgasm was approaching fast. "Oh, God, Your mouth is driving me crazy!" I moaned softly. She kept sucking as if her life depended on it. I guided the back of her head. I felt a necklace as I reached around to hold the back of her head. Weird, I didn't remember her wearing a necklace tonight. And she was always careful with her stuff, so I was confused why she would keep it on knowing we were going to have sex tonight. As her sucking picked up pace I could feel my orgasm nearing. I knew I was not going to be able to pull away in time. I knew Beth hated to swallow. She never even liked a man to cum in her mouth. She always said it was from the first time she gave a blowjob and the guy came in her mouth and she choked on it. "I'm gonna cum, baby!" I warned her. She did not pull back as expected. She seemed to be more excited by this and began deep-throating me. I felt her tits and her nipples were hard. Her moans on my dick only increased my excitement. "I'm cumming!" I moaned as my cum rose from my balls to my cock and into her waiting mouth. I was surprised she allowed this. She got mad if a drop of cum so much as landed on her face let alone this. She continued licking and sucking me in the darkness. Swirling her tongue around for every drop. I laid down on the couch next to her gasping for air as she did. Behind her I wrapped my arms around her and held her to my body. My semi-erect cock pressed into her from behind. It began getting harder. "I'm surprised you did that. I thought you didn't like cum." I said. She shrugged her shoulders. I kissed her neck and began playing with her ears with my tongue. I teased them and nibbled on them softly. My cock was on it's way to being fully erect again. I pressed into her body and she pressed back. She seemed unusually horny. For a woman I had to seduce on most occasions, she was giving as good as she was getting. She began pinching her nipples as she laid flat on the couch. I hovered over her. She offered me her legs to hold as I rubbed my once-again hard cock between the lips of her pussy. She moaned very sexy and breathed harder. "Do it!" She commanded. I thrust my cock inside of her and she moaned. I kept it there for awhile so she could adjust. Her legs were shaking some. Apparently she was either nervous or really excited. She reached down and rubbed her pussy as I started thrusting in and out of her. She even grabbed my cock as it thrust in and out of her and it felt wonderful. She was much more active then I ever remembered her being. She was tossing her head side to side. I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back with a passion I never knew her to have before. She always was a participant, but never to this degree when we had sex. Eventually, I flipped her over and started fucking her doggy-style. She backed up onto me as much as I thrust into her. She grabbed her pillow and bit into it to muffle her moans. I could hear the wet sounds of my cock invading her pussy. That's another thing she seemed wetter then I ever remembered her being. Beth always had a hard time getting wet. We had to use lotions a lot in the past. I began pounding her harder imagining that it was my cousin Kathleen I was fucking. "Oh, baby! Fuck me!" She moaned into the pillow. Upstairs I heard the couple climaxing. The woman not hiding her orgasm. Beth met my every thrust and moaned like she was in the race of her life. The sounds of her excitement caused me to be even more excited. I thrust into her even harder and faster. "I'm gonna cum!" I announced. "Cum all over my ass!" She cried. As I felt my orgasm approach I pulled out and sent spurts of cum all over her asscheeks. She starting cumming and bit into the pillow once more. She reached back and smoothed my cum out all over her ass. She lay there panting. I sat back on the couch and just watched her. Puzzled. It was unlike Beth to like cum. She usually wiped it off of her as soon as possible, I sat up straighter and asked if she wanted a drink. She did. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the gallon of lemonade and poured us each a glass. I kept the little light on over the kitchen sink so I could see where I was walking. I went back to the living room. I recieved the shock of my life as I saw that it was my cousin Kathleen that I just fucked! She didn't seem so shocked it was me. She took a sip of her lemonade as I did with mine. She smiled at me. We were both still naked. Kathleen leaned in for another kiss. "Shouldn't we continue this upstairs?" She asked. I grabbed our clothes and her hand as we ran up the stairs. We lay down on my bed. She straddled me. She put my cock inside of her and started riding me. She rode me long and hard. We both were sweaty and gasping for air when I finally came deep inside her while she climaxed on top of me. We fell asleep in each other's arms. Next morning. There was a knock on my bedroom door. I saw that it was my cousin Sherry. "He's scum!" She hissed. "Who is?" I asked puzzled with only my shorts on. "My husband, that's who!" She said as she stormed into my room and I shut the door behind us. "Why?" I asked. "Last night apparently he fucked your ex-girlfriend Beth!" Sherry said. "Oh my God!" I whispered. "At least you still like me." Sherry whispered seductively. Just then Kathleen came out of the bathroom after her shower, stark naked. Sherry stared at her then back at me. "Can I join in?" She said smiling. Kathleen and I looked at one another. We each slowly began to smile as Kathleen dropped her towel and stood there naked......... The End? Or more to cum?................