23 comments/ 165476 views/ 3 favorites With My Sis By: Indiman Hi! I am Indi. I'm 20 year old and doing my b.com. I stay with my Didi Anjali and her two children's. My brother stays abroad. My parent's house is very near to my Didi's house. Since she is staying alone, I use to sleep at her house in the night. Early in the morning I used to go back to my house and from there to the collage. My Didi was having problem of walking and talking in her sleep. One day I was sleeping in room next to her bedroom. She came to my room in her sleepwalk and got inside my blanket. Didi was wearing only bra inside her nightie and I was wearing lungi. I felt like some body was touching me. So I opened my eyes and saw my Didi was inside my blanket and telling to forgive me my jaan .Her one hand was on me and her whole body was touching me. Suddenly my lund came in position. First I thought she is my own Didi. Then my manhood and lust for sex did not allow me feel her like Didi. I also moved my hand between her thighs and with other hand I started rubbing her choochi. Within a minute she opened her eyes and saw that she was in my room and that too inside my blanket, but she didn't tell anything. This made me bold and I unhooked my Didid's bra. Now in front of me were my Didi's lovely choochis. I took one of my Didi's choochi and started sucking her nipple. Within no time her hand was massaging my back. This made me comfortable and I started kissing her lips. She gave a good response to my Kiss and started pushing her sweet tongue in my mouth. After some time she broke the kiss and asked me to lock door from inside. I woke up and moved to lock the door from inside. By this time she had removed her nightie and bra. Now she was full naked. This was the first time I was seeing a lady totally naked that too my sexy Didi. " Indi , mere Rajaaah, Kabhi kisi ladki ko choda hai? " Didi asked in her sexy voice. " No Didi ." I said " This will me my first fuck agar aap mujhe chodene dengi." She asked me to follow what ever she says. I agreed. She asked me to lick her choot. I started to do it and she was enjoying. " Bahut maza aa raha hai mere rajaah. Jara aur jorse meri chudasi choot ko chooso. " I was doing in same way I saw in the movies. Then she stopped me and took my hard rock lund in her hand and started sucking it. I never had that feeling before. She took my 8" lund in her mouth. And she told me to lie down on bed. Didi came up on my lund and started moving up and down. I was enjoying a lot and she also saying that your jiju had never given this pleasure. Then we changed our position to normal. I was on her and was unable to put my lund in her chudasi choot. Didi took it in her hand and said itna bhi nahi aata and showed my lund in her choot. Then I started thrusting my lund in and out of Didi's chudasi choot. I started to push harder and harder. I was fully loaded and was ready to cum. I came in her choot. Next morning when I woke up she was in kitchen. Didi was preparing tiffin for her children. I told my Didi that I'm going home and went to my house. About 10 o'clock I started from my house and went to her place. I knocked the door. My Didi opened the door and I went in. She was not making eye contact with me. She asked me that why I have not gone to collage. I said, " I want to fuck you Didi once again." " We should feel shame about last night fucking. It happened only due to my night walk. You should forget it. I am you own Didi and 8 year older to you." She said. I said, " I will forget it Didi only if you allow me to fuck you once more." I went to bedroom and started TV. I knew that yesterday she had enjoyed fucking. So somehow I have to start it. After few minutes she came in room and sat beside me. " Are you sure you will never demand again." I said "yes." She started rubbing my lund and started to open my pant and shirt. She asked me to remove clothes. I removed my clothes and then I removed Didi's blouse and bra. I started rubbing and pressing her choochis. " Didi your choochis are so lovely ,how jiju can stay without you." and start kissing and sucking her pink nipples. Then she removed her sari and petticoat. I was able to see her choot, clearly it was wet. Now she started sucking my lund. " Indi tumahra lund to mere patti jaisa hai ." " Didi , meri rani , mujhe apna patti samjho." Slowly I took my hand to her ass. It was round and tight. little big in size. But was very good. Then she said let's do doggie's style. By that time her choot was wet. She lied down on bed and lifted her ass. Then I got hold of her ass and placed my lund at the enterence of her choot. With my one hand on her shoulder and another on her choochi I pushed my lund in didi's garam choot in one stroke and then started fucking her. Then after some time we changed our position. I asked her to lie down on her back and I mounted on top and started fucking her. My both hands were squeezing her choochis and sometime I was sucking didi's choochis. She was moaning loudly in her ecastasy. I fucked my didi for more than 10 minutes in this position. I said lets change our position. She said no it was giving her good pleasure and we continued for 10 more minutes. I was ready to cum. I said I am Cumming she said take it out. I did and she took it in her mouth and drank my cum to last drop. After that we had sex many times and I fuck her in different positions. If any body want to know more about it mail me at the link below. ------ kindly send me feedback ---------- With My Sister's Help "So Mark, Kelly's looking pretty cute today, isn't she?" my sister Debbie asked, standing in the doorway. I looked up from the couch at her, all dressed in her marching band outfit, looking at me with a sly grin. "Yea she's cute Debbie . . . " I replied, turning back to the television. "Well, we're gonna go out on the porch and look for deer. Later why don't you come upstairs and I'll make you a sundae ok?" "Sure" I said. "Great! And you know what? Tomorrow Kelly and I are gonna have to stop by her house before the game, cause she forgot her bloomers!" I looked over to my sister again. "Actually, I took them out of her bag before we left! You know, just playing a prank on her!" Debbie gave me a quick wink and dashed out of the room. I sat ther wondering what a peculiar comment that was. But I had to admit, that last comment put a new light on what happened that past hour. I got home a few hours ago, taking a weekend off from my sophomore year in college. My parents were away for the weekend for the wedding of their oldest friends daughter in the mountains. I wasn't surprised to find my only sister Debbie and her best friend Kelly in the kitchen when I walked in, as much time as they spend together. Apparently Kelly was over for the night, and the two of them were going together to our high school's game the next day. Debbie played the trombone in the marching band and Kelly was a cheerleader. Although they had been best friends since middle school, they really couldn't be more different. Debbie was one of the most outgoing people I knew, and even though, at 18 she was two years younger than I, there were plenty of times she seemed like an older sister to me, looking out for me and giving me advice. She had way more experience dating, never having a steady boyfriend, but seeming to go out with someone new almost every week. Kelly on the other hand, was as introverted as Debbie was outgoing. It was only after years of Debbie's prodding that Kelly finally tried out for the cheerleading squad, and even though Debbie thought Kelly would now go to all the school parties with her, Kelly still preferred to stay at home most nights. As different as they were, they were always close, and I knew now as seniors, they were even looking into the same colleges. For some years Debbie has been trying to set me up with Kelly, always gushing about how sweet and pretty she was, claiming she had a crush on me and that Kelly deserved a "nice guy" like her "awesome older brother". And although I had to admit, she was turning into a real cutie, and I always thought she was a sweet girl, I knew the main motivation for Debbie's attempted matchmaking was her dislike for my girlfriend Julie. We'd been dating for over three years now, and from the first time they were introduced, they didn't get along. I always attributed this rift to their being so much alike, but Debbie always denied this, giving her the nickname "Rich Bitch", and assuring me all Julie cared about was money and popularity. Debbie didn't hide her displeasure when Julie went to the west coast for college and I stayed on the east. She was sure that marked the end of our relationship. But to her chagrin, our relationship is still going and consequently, Debbie's dislike seems to keep growing. I think her anger towards Julie hit a peak this summer when I told her Julie confessed to a "one night stand" with a guy at college, but apologized and promised it would never happen again. Although Debbie had always been my confidant, I immediately regretted sharing this with her, and had to endure a renewed effort to convince me to break up with Julie. Even last week when I called to let her know I'd be coming home for the weekend, she grilled me about Julie, asking why she never comes home when I'm there, and assuring me she was "misbehaving" at school. It really got to the point where I felt I had to stick up for Julie, no matter what the situation, just to offset Debbie's immense dislike. So all this ran through my head as I though of Debbie's last comments: "She forgot her bloomers"? Soon after I got home Debbie called me out of my room and asked me to take a picture of the two of them in their uniforms. Debbie had changed into her Marching Band uniform and Kelly into her cheerleading outfit. I took a few pictures of the two friends and went back to my room to watch TV. And now Debbie made a point of letting me know that Kelly's bloomers were still at her house. So that meant what? Kelly was just wearing panties under that short yellow skirt? I had to admit that made me think for a second. Kelly did have a really nice little body, although her small frame did tend to make her look a bit younger than the 18 years that she was. And I remember the first time I went to a football game and watched her cheer, noticing her cute little butt as her skirt flew up during the cheering moves. And although she never seemed to have that confidence and grace the other cheerleaders had, there were times I did wonder what would happen if I took my sister's advice and took Kelly out on a date. So now, what was my sister up to? I grabbed my digital camera and quickly scrolled through the pictures I had taken of them, now looking with a bit more interest in the cute cheerleader. She did look pretty cute, her dirty blond hair pulled into a pony tail, tied with a ribbon. Large brown eyes. Sexy legs. . . I had to shift in my seat, starting to feel a bit aroused. I looked more closely at her face. She did seem to have a strange, almost embarrassed look to her. Although she was a shy girl by nature, there seemed something more. And now that I thought about it, Debbie had been trying to get her to jump around while I was taking pictures, telling her to do some "kicks and splits". And I remember the dirty looks Kelly gave her. Out the partially open window I hear the porch door open and heard the two friends go outside. "You can see them best from that far corner, over there" I heard Debbie say, and with those words it dawned on me. I knew what Debbie was up to. To understand, you need to know a bit about the layout of our house, and what happened when Debbie and I were kids. The den (where I was sitting) is actually in the basement. But because our house slopes downward in the back, there is a small window high on the wall in the den, overlooking the backyard. If you sit against the wall, looking straight up through the window you can see the edge of the wooden porch which comes off the kitchen. Specifically the far corner. It was years ago when my parents had some sort of a dinner party and Debbie and I were hiding out in the den that our aunt Darcy was standing on the porch, in that far corner. I remember watching some stupid cartoon when Debbie tugged on my shoulder and with a look of disgust on her face pointed up and out the window. We had a perfect "underneath" view of Aunt Darcy, her skirt hanging off her quite obese rear end, and saw her hot pink panties surrounded by mounds of droopy flesh hanging from her legs. We had a giggle fit, and spent the next hour gazing up at the guests, ease dropping on the conversations with the window slightly open. Years later when we'd be out together and we saw an obese woman wearing a skirt we considered too short, Debbie and I would race to beat the other in proclaiming "I'd hate to see her in the corner!" So now it was clear! My sister had schemed to place her friend in a position where I would have a perfect view up her little cheerleading skirt! And took away her bloomers as well, letting her big brother check out her friend's panties! I was a little pissed at first. Who did she think she was, trying to manipulate me (let alone Kelly) like that. Did she think it was that easy to get me to break up with Julie? "Oh look! There's a doe with two little ones", I heard Kelly say. Our backyard was adjacent to the woods, and there were always deer coming and going. "Cool! Here Kelly, have some more wine." Debbie said, perhaps a bit louder than usual, and I wondered if she was making sure that I heard. I couldn't believe it, was she trying to get her drunk too? "Maybe just a little more. It's so nice out here." I sat staring at the TV, my mind racing. Perhaps I could take a look. Just to see what color panties she had on. Slowly I moved to the end of the couch and looked up and out the window. And it was a nice sight I saw. From my vantage point I could see Kelly standing at the corner of the porch above, looking across the field. I looked up her legs, her panties seemingly just out of view. A breeze must have blown across the porch behind her and her yellow skirt blew up just a bit in front, and I got a full view of the front of her enticing powder blue panties contrasting against the smooth white of her thighs. I had to force myself to blink, hoping for another fortuitous breeze to show me again what I had seen. Instinctively I looked to my camera. Do I dare take pictures? There was something so sexy about those panties, something about that blue instead of the matching yellow bloomers that normally go with her uniform. But no. This was all Debbie's plan wasn't it? And as much as I had to admit she was succeeding, was I reduced to peeping on my younger sister's friend, hiding in the basement? And as I adjusted my now prominent erection, I thought back to that famous scene in "Fast Times at Ridgemont High", when Judge Reinhold is caught masturbating while spying on his sister's friend. No, I'll just continue watching TV . .. . Over the next half our or so, I tried to keep focused on the show I was watching, but couldn't resist peeking out the window a few more times, sometimes catching a glimpse, sometimes just listening to the friends talk, perhaps laughing a bit more frequently as they continued drinking the wine. "Kelly, you wanna go inside and watch a movie or something? We'll get some ice cream and maybe pop popcorn." I scooted over for one more look before they went inside, but could not see her anymore. "Sure, just let me change first. .. " "No!" Debbie interrupted, "Let's keep our uniforms on! Anyway, you look a whole lot cuter in your cheerleading outfit than I do in my band uniform." "Fine. I guess . .." Kelly's last remark was cut off as the door closed, the girls now back in the kitchen. Once again I sat there, wondering what was going on. Did Debbie have more schemes planned? I once again tried to immerse myself in the television program. . . . . . . . . . . "Mark?" Debbie peeked her head in the door. "Your sundae is served! We're in the living room." And before I could say anything, she ducked out. So not sure what to expect, I got up, and headed upstairs. I turned the corner to the living room and stopped in the entranceway. On the coffee table in front of the couch was a carton of ice cream and all of the ingredients needed for an ice cream sundae. And on the floor in front of the table, Debbie and Kelly were lying on their stomachs watching the TV in front of them, each with a bowl of ice cream. Of course my eyes went straight between Kelly's legs at the triangle of blue panties showing under the back hem of her skirt, her legs slightly parted. I could feel my erection swell again, and wondered how long I could just stand there, staring at that beautiful sight. "Mark." Debbie called, her head turned back, noticing me standing there. Kelly glanced back and immediately pushed herself into a seated position, smoothing the skirt under her. "Hey. . " I said lamely, walking around to sit on the couch. "Looks good" I dug into the carton of ice cream, trying to look busy. "Kelly, why'd you get up?" Debbie actually looked annoyed looking at her friend. "Just more comfortable . .." Kelly's face was flushed, and I wondered how much was from the wine. We finished eating like that, me on the couch, Kelly sitting on the floor and Debbie lying down, watching some stupid comedy show. "Hey bro, can you give me that back massage you used to give me, you know when I hurt my back that time?" "Sure." I hesitantly walked around the table and knelt down by her left side, opposite to Kelly. Leaning over, I dug both of my thumbs into her lower back on either side of her spine and worked them up and down. A couple of years ago Debbie went to a chiropractor after hurting her back and after her treatments ended she trained me to perform his recommended massage techniques. "Oh, that really is nice" she sighed. "Can you get the hips too?" I scooted down, kneeling next to her thigh and moved my hands down to the sides of her hips, massaging inward just under the points of her pelvis. Debbie gave an exaggerated moan. "This is sooo relaxing. . . ." I noticed Kelly glancing down at her friend and started feeling really awkward eliciting such sounds from my sister, with my hands practically massaging her butt. After several minutes Debbie suddenly got up. "That was awesome!" I sat back, and it seemed that both Kelly and I were just waiting to see what Debbie would do next. "Can you do me one more favor Mark? Please, please, please?" "Uh, sure." I said hesitantly. "Sweet!" Debbie quickly knelt down next to Kelly and all but forced her back to her stomach. "Give Kelly one of those massages too!" Suddenly on her stomach again, Kelly looked up at Debbie with a mix of surprise and perhaps fear. "I don't need . . ." Kelly began, but was quickly cut off. "Oh come on Mark! You said you would!" After a brief hesitation, I replied. "Ok, sure. .. " I shifted over, kneeling next to Kelly. "Here!" Debbie exclaimed and placed a pillow under Kelly's head so she could rest on it, her head turned to the side. Now with Kelly turned away from me I looked over her extremely enticing body. But with my sister still right next to us, I reached over and stared massaging her back. Once again I could feel the beginnings of an erection as I pressed my thumbs into her flesh. "Doesn't that feel good Kelly?" She asked. "Yea. . " came the muffled reply with a slight shake of her head. I had to admit I was really starting to enjoy this. I continued massaging her back for a few minutes. "Now the hips." Debbie said. I hoped the bulge in my pants wasn't too visible to my sister as I took a step back on my knees and placed my hand on Kelly's hips. "Here", Debbie scolded, putting her hands on mine and pressing in and up on Kelly's sides. I could feel Kelly's body stiffen under my hands. With this motion her skirt slid up a few inches over her bottom, now exposing a small view of her blue cotton panties, disappearing between her tightly closed thighs. I knew my sister was watching me, but couldn't keep my eyes off her partially exposed bottom. Slowly as I continued massaging I felt Kelly's body relax, but started to notice how much her breathing seemed to be increasing. "Isn't that nice Kelly" She asked again. "Mmmmm" was the only reply. "Mark, why don't you rub a little lighter, on top . . . " As if in a trance I obeyed my sister, moving my hands over Kelly's cute skirt covered butt, not yet daring to rub below the hem. My erection was now starting to throb and I had to resist the urge to press against Kelly's thigh. My massages were getting lighter and lighter as I circled each of her butt cheeks, and finally let my palms slide off her skirt and slide over the juncture where her buttocks joined her thighs, delighting in the feel of her bare skin and the texture of her panties. My eyes were riveted on her panties, disappearing between her thighs. I so badly wanted to slide my hand down the blue fabric, part her thighs. . . "Here Kelly, let me take off your shoes" Debbie knelt down at Kelly's feet and removed her sneakers, and as she pulled on each foot, she pulled each leg outward, opening Kelly's legs and giving me a view through her upper thighs to her panty covered crotch on the carpet. As my hands traveled all over her bottom, now fully under her skirt, I heard Debbie get up. "I'll put all the dishes away. I'll be back in a bit. . ." She left the room. My right hand slid down the back of Kelly's right thigh, crossed to her other leg and started sliding slowly up the inside of her left. I stopped just before touching the fabric of her panties, feeling the heat of her body, watching her cute butt flex, pulling her panties ever so slightly between her cheeks. I waited just like that, my hand so close to her most private area, until her body started to relax again. I Turned my hand and with my middle finger, gently stroked upwards on the center of her panties, tracing the crease of her lips beneath the thin cotton material. At first contact I heard a sharp intake of breath and saw her lift her incredible behind slightly upwards. I looked up at Kelly. Her head was still facing to the right away from me, her body stiffened once again. I looked down, seeing my hand disappeared between her spread legs, under her beautiful panty covered butt. I started gently moving my fingers up and down, lightly rubbing her lips through the thin material, delighting in the way her body was now reacting, grinding tentatively into my hand, her buttocks clenching and releasing with each movement. I located the little nub of her clitoris and started focusing my attention there as her hips started pushing more and more strongly against my fingers. And when she turned her head towards me, her eyes closed, her mouth opened with a quiet moan, I had to press my left hand in my lap, my excitement now almost too much to bear. "Mmmm, mmm, mmm, mmm . .." Kelly started almost humming to the rhythm of my fingers, her panties becoming damp with her wetness. As her body sped in its gyrations, her butt lifting and falling, grinding into my hand as it clenched and unclenched with each moan, Kelly partially opened her eyes and looked up at me. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. She reached down and took my left hand from my lap, bringing the palm to press against her cheek. Suddenly she closed her eyes and her body stiffened, driving my one hand underneath her into the ground, pressing my other hand tightly against her open mouth. "Uhhhhhhh, ooooooooo!" She cried out, a powerful orgasm shaking her body. I sat there for a moment, listening to Kelly's rapid breathing as her body seemed to melt, her eyes still closed, my left hand still clutched to her cheek, my right hand trapped in the damp warmth of her groin. And just as I was wondering how to take care of my almost urgent needs, Debbie was there again. And to my amazement, she knelt next to Kelly, and with a hand on her hip, puller her over so that she was now lying on her back. "Kelly", she scolded standing back up. "Your panties are a mess! I'll have to throw them in the wash!" She shook her head and looked at me. " Mark, can you give me her panties?" I looked down at the beautiful girl lying there, her little skirt pushed up, only partially covering her now dampened blue cotton panties. But Kelly just looked up at me, her eyes half closed, still recovering from her recent orgasm. So I reached up under her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down, over her hips and down to her knees. I stopped momentarily, looking at the light pubic hair just above the still moist pink folds of her vagina. Pulling her panties off fully, her knees fell once again to the sides, displaying her fully to my lustful eyes. I simply held the panties behind me for Debbie to take as I lowered my head between her spread legs and gently touched my tongue to her. Kelly's hands went right to the back of my head as she spread her legs wider, and began moaning once again. I slid my tongue up and down, exploring every crease, my senses overwhelmed by the taste the musky smell. I found her clitoris once again, and greedily sucked and nibbled all the while being rewarded by Kelly's moans of pleasure, her hands forcing my head forcefully against her. With My Sister's Help It didn't miss a beat as Debbie reached from behind me and undid my jeans. I had to lift my body as she pulled both my pants and underwear off in one quick motion. My erection now totally free, and now almost overcome by lust, I let my tongue flick once more over her clitoris before sliding my whole body up between her thighs. I paused for a second as we looked in each others eyes, and then reached down and slowly guided my penis to her moistened folds. Her fingers pressed hard into my back as I slowly eased into her, a low grunt escaping her lips. I kissed her, our tongues now intertwining as our hips came together, separated and came together again, the feeling of the warm wet friction sending sparks through my body. I could feel myself going over the edge, and quickened my pace as if trying to get the most I could before my impeding orgasm. Suddenly Kelly's body stiffened again and she threw her hear back with another load moan. I felt the walls of her vagina consrict on me and with one last thrust of my hips, desperately pushing myself as far into her as I could, I orgasmed as well, ejaculating powerfully inside her. Breathing heavily I collapsed next to her, and closed my eyes. Kelly put her arm across my chest and I pulled her close to me. We lay there, as our breathing slowed back to normal. After several minutes I felt a blanket being placed on top of us. "Now, aren't they a cute couple. . . " I heard Debbie say quietly. With My Son I was almost home as I drove down the street that led to my home. It is a quiet neighborhood, with plenty of nice families. I noticed the neighborhood was a little more busy tonight than usual. The most obvious was the limousine parked in front of my neighbors house across the street. I pulled into my driveway and crept the car into the garage. I slowly stepped out and walked to my garage door to investigate what was so important for a such a lovely car. I looked across the street, and two beautiful young people emerged from the home. The young man was dressed elegantly in a black tuxedo, and his beautiful date was dressed in a seductive low cut dress. I could see her cleavage from across the street. I could only imagine the view from a closer look. As I watched them enter the car, my mind drifted back to the prior year when my son Kyle had attended his prom. My son Kyle is a handsome young man. He is 5'10", about 160 pounds, blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. He is average build, not really the athletic type. In fact, he was Captain of the debate team. Prom was really important to him. He was taking his high school sweet heart. They had dated for longer than I can remember. We talked about prom every night for at least two months. Everything from what colors to wear, to what car to take, etc. It was the night before prom when Kyle was showing signs of nervousness. I asked him what was wrong, and after a little prying, he told me he was planning on losing his virginity with his girlfriend on prom night. I thought he had already been having sex with his girlfriend, so I was surprised to say the least. He asked me for a women's point of view on sex. What should I tell him? I had kept my sex life a secret from him. He had no idea I was having sex with women, one being his older sister. After a few moments, I told him a few pointers. I told him to use a soft touch, and take it slow. Definitely do not go the "slam bam thank you maam" I insisted to him. I also urged him to use some protection. I told him I was not ready to be a 43 year old grandmother. I remember taking him to the corner drugstore that night so he could buy some condoms. Finally prom night arrived and my son looked astonishing in his tuxedo. He had picked up his date, who was wearing a nice dress, but I thought it to be a little conservative for such a wonderful occasion. Of course I took plenty of pictures. I remember kissing Kyle on the cheek as he left, and reminded him of soft, slow touches. That night I spent my entire time trying to find something to do. It wasn't often I spent the night alone. My daughter Lacey was usually home from college on the weekends, but she was staying to study for final exams. I finally ended up in bed, cuddled up with what turned out to be a boring book. I couldn't wait for Kyle to get home to see how things went. I looked at my clock, it was almost 11:00 PM. I wasn't expecting Kyle for another couple of hours when I heard the door from the garage close. "Kyle, Lacey, is that you?" I shouted down the hall. "Yeah it's me mom" Kyle said with a little gloom in his voice. "Something wrong honey?" I asked. He just stood in my doorway, leaning against the frame. The look on his face reminded me of him when his puppy was hit by a car when he was younger. His hair was just as perfect as he left, his tuxedo looked like it had just been pressed, and he was still wearing his bow tie. Obviously things didn't work out. I patted the empty space on the bed next to me, and motioned him to me. As he sat down, I asked "Want to talk about it?" "Not much to talk about mom" he said as reached into his pocket. He removed the unopened box of condoms and gave them to me saying, "Guess I won't be needing these." He began telling me about his evening. He told me about the wonderful dinner they had, the beautiful hotel the prom was being held at, and how beautiful he thought his girlfriend looked. Then he told me the bad news. When the prom ended, and everyone started leaving, his girlfriend told him she had something important to talk to him about. He said she told him she felt the need to explore other "avenues" . She said that college is a learning experience, and they both needed to meet new people. She had already met a young man in college, and began having a relationship with him. But she also felt like she owed Kyle a date to the prom, and now that she had fulfilled that "requirement", they shouldn't see each other anymore, except as just friends. I wrapped my arm around Kyle and gave him a hug. I pulled his head into my chest and held him. I knew he was hurting inside. "I'm sorry dear, is there anything I can do? Can I get you something to drink or snack on?" I asked. I knew he wouldn't want anything, but I thought it would help him to get his mind off of her. "No, I'm fine. Except for being an eighteen year old virgin, I'm just fine mom." he said with just a hint of sarcasm. Kyle laid back against the headboard to my bed and took the remote and turned on the television. He flipped through the channels and watched one of the late night comedians. Occasionally he would giggle, so I knew he wasn't devastated to badly. I placed my pillow beside him and sat next to him. I was wearing a green low-cut slip, and my matching thong panties. I had my sheets around my waist, and laid back into my pillow, and began watching the show with him. I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I looked towards Kyle's pants, and saw a bulge begin to grow. I glanced at Kyle's eye's and noticed them gazing at my chest. I waited a second and looked to see what he was looking at. My slip had shifted up off my right breast, and it was clearly visible from Kyle's angle. I knew he could see my entire right breast, including my strawberry pink nipple. I looked back at Kyle's pants, and they were extremely tight. I could see the bow of his cock pressing against his zipper. My heart began beating very quickly, so many thoughts rushed trough my head. I began wondering how long it had been since I had a cock in my pussy. Several years that was for sure! I looked back at Kyle's eyes. He was still gazing at my breast. I had made up mind at that point to let things go wherever they would lead. "Want to touch it Kyle?" I asked. I had startled him, and he looked at me and said, "Sorry mom, I was just." I interrupted him saying, "Go ahead and touch it honey." He just sat there. I knew he was wondering if I was serious. I took his hand, slowly slid it in my slip, and placed his warm fingers on my breast. His hand was on my tit, frozen where I had placed it. "Slow, soft touches Kyle" I whispered to him. His hand began to cup my breast, slowly and gently squeezing my tit. I grabbed the remote and turned off the television. I removed Kyle's hand from my breast. I began to undress Kyle, taking off his bow tie, and then unbuttoning his shirt. Within a few seconds, Kyle was laying next to me in just his boxers. His cock was rock hard, pressing anxiously to be removed. I pulled my slip over my head. I loved the feeling of the satin sliding against my nipples. I slung the sheets onto the floor. He looked at my green panties and then back to me. "Want to lose your virginity?" I asked. "Really? Are you serious mom?" Kyle said with a shake in his voice. I slid my panties down, and brought them to his nose. He inhaled deeply, and I saw his cock begin to throb. "Take them off" I said, pointing to his boxers. He slid them down, and his cock bounced from it's restraint. It was larger than I expected. Maybe it was just because I hadn't seen a cock in a few years. I slid my hand up his leg, until I reached his balls. I slid my fingernails over his balls ever so gently. "Aaahhh" moaned Kyle, as he gazed into my eyes, then to my breast. "I need you to lay down, and just relax honey, Mommy wants to make you feel good." I told him. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and slowly began to stroke. Kyle's breath began racing. My nipples were hard and protruding from my breast. I guided my breast to his mouth. Kyle lay there frozen. I ran my nipple across his lips as I said, "Suck mommy's nipple, please honey." Kyle wasted not time sucking my nipple into his mouth. His warm tongue fondled my nipple, starting a tingling in my stomach. He took my other tit in his hand and gently squeezed it. I looked back to my sons cock. It was begging for attention. I got on my knees, and put one leg over my son. I could see a drop of precum shine from the head of my sons cock. I leaned in and licked the tip of his cock, tasting his salty droplet. It tasted so good! I had missed the taste of male cum. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, and slid it into my mouth. "Aaahh, oh mom, uunnnggg." Kyle began moaning. I slid him in and out of my mouth, while I reached my fingers down and ran my fingernails over his ball sack. "Don't cum yet Kyle, let me know when you think you're going to cum." I demanded. I blew his cock for a couple of minutes when Kyle grabbed my shoulders and pulled his cock out of my mouth. "I was about to cum mom." he said gasping for breath. I waited until his dick stopped throbbing, then I slid up until my pussy was over his cock. "Are you ready honey?" I asked. He nodded his head yes and placed his hands on my breast. I reached down behind me, grabbed his cock and lowered myself until I felt the head to his cock rest on the opening to my tunnel. My pussy was already wet, the excitement was getting to be to much for me. I started to shift my weight onto his cock. I felt him push through my pussy lips, then slide into my awaiting pussy. I slid him onto me until I felt his cock touch the end of my tunnel. My pussy walls clung to his shaft. "Aaaaggghh, unnnhhh, mom!" Kyle cried as he slid into me. I began riding my son's cock with a gentle rhythm. I watched as his face glowed with pleasure. I continued pumping him as the tingling in my stomach turned to a fire. "Unngg, ooohhh Kyle, uuunngghh, mommy's going to cum on you honey!" I screamed. As soon as I said it. I felt my fluids spray onto my son's cock. I slammed my pussy down on his cock, and finished ejaculating on him. I was out of breath, gasping for air. I looked into my sons face, and began kissing him. "Oh baby, you feel so good in me!" I gasped. I laid down, pressing my breast into my sons chest. I grabbed him and slowly rolled with him onto my back. His cock still in me, my legs spread for him, as wide as I could. "It's your turn baby." I said, as I caressed his face. He mounted me, and began pumping my pussy. I looked at his cock as he withdrew it from me. It was covered with my milky white juices. I watched as he thrust it back into me, forcing my pussy walls apart. "aaaaggghh, unnngghh, oh mom it feels so good!" Kyle panted. "I know it does baby, take your time, you don't have to rush it." I calmly said to him. He pumped my pussy wonderfully. I could feel his balls press into my asshole, and his pubic hairs stimulating my clit. I felt the sensation in my stomach again. My body tightened and suddenly my pussy erupted again. As he continued pumping me, I felt a stream of my cum drip down on my asshole. "Tell me how it feels Kyle." I said to him. "Oh mom, its wet, and warm, it's better than silk." moaned Kyle. I began running my fingers down his chest and his back, and then down the back of his arms. I watched Kyle close his eyes, and I felt his cock begin to stiffen in my pussy. "That's it baby, your almost there. Cum in mommy honey." I begged him. Suddenly Kyle let out a loud moan. "Aaannngggg Mommmm! Uunnngghh!" he moaned as he forced his cock into me. I could feel his explosive ejaculation cover my pussy walls with his semen and sperm. I pulled him down on me while his hips continued to thrust his cock in me uncontrollably. Kyle finally laid on me, completely relaxed. I could feel his cock begin to slide out of my pussy. Then the stream of our fluids flowed from my pussy, down my asshole, and made a puddle between my legs. I held him as we lay there. I felt completely sexually satisfied. We went to his room were we slept the night, and when we awoke, we continued were we had left off the previous night. That's all until my next story. I look forward to receiving any feedback. With My Son's Ex-Wife Laura and I always had a close relationship. My son, John's wife was five years older than he, and had been married briefly, before they met. Much to my dismay, John was not as considerate and respectful of Laura as I thought he should be. It was clear to me that their marriage wouldn't last, unless he cleaned up his act. I tried to stay relatively neutral, so that, at least John would listen and not shut me out completely. After nearly ten years of a stormy marriage, I believe Laura was right to file for divorce. What I didn't realize until much too late was that John was addicted to meth. In fact, he financed his habit by helping set up labs and selling meth and other drugs. He's managed to avoid going to prison, so far, but he's made a sorry mess of his life. Laura had desperately tried to protect John from being discovered, and kept urging him to get help. Laura and I would usually have lunch together and visit, when I drove out to see John. She said that she wanted to stay in touch with John's family, no matter what happened to their marriage. I continued to visit both of them, whenever I could, though we felt it was best to avoid having the two of them in the same room at the same time. No point in throwing gasoline on the fire. Laura always greeted me and said good-bye with an affectionate hug. As disappointed as I am with John, he's still my son and I can see that he's at least trying to stay clean now. I've always had very erotic fantasies about women I know personally. Of course, I'm constantly aware of the distinction between what a man carries around in his head, and what he actually does. Almost from the first time I met Laura, I had to suppress what I was really feeling. Though there were only a few times in nearly ten years that we were ever by ourselves. I noticed that she seemed unusually nervous when no one else was present. I wondered if she somehow sensed the terrible lust I was hiding. As soon as John and Laura separated, and during the time John spent in jail, I found that Laura was far more relaxed. Obviously, their relationship had been stressful for her. As we got to visit more, Laura began to talk openly about the problems they'd had. I reassured her that she didn't need to put up with any more abuse. John's attitude and some things he said about her gave me a clear picture of what was really going on. I know John all too well and have seen his destructive anger. Laura was very relieved when I told her that I understood and that I supported her decision. One day, after they'd been separated a few months, Laura and I were talking and she asked if we could continue our conversation at a nearby park. As we sat in the cab of my pickup, she began to reveal some very intimate things about herself. I'm very open-minded about sexuality, but I had to ask her, "Why are you telling me all this?" "Because, I'm as much to blame as John is." She continued, "I've been unfaithful to him too." Laura went on to describe how they had a friend of hers in bed with them. Not only had John made love with both of them, the two women apparently put on quite a show for John. This open talk of sexual intimacy created an obvious bulge in my pants. I suddenly surprised myself, by telling Laura I had something to confess as well. She'd bared her soul and I was about to expose myself to her. Before I could really begin, she asked if I found her attractive. God! She could read me like a book! How could I deny any of it. I confessed what I'd been thinking and added, "I hope you understand, having these private thoughts, and actually doing anything are two entirely different things." "You must think I'm a dirty old man. I'm sorry." I began to see a change in her expression and sensed that she was looking straight into my soul. In a soft, but clear voice, she said, "It's OK, the feeling is mutual. For the longest time, I've wanted to have you make love with me." As much as I wanted to, I told her that we both needed to think this through, as it would be a total disaster if anyone found out. She'd spent most of her life in the same small town, so almost everyone in the area knew her or her parents. We did discuss this again, about six months later, and finally ended up going to an isolated area near a lake. One thing that's nice about the rural environment is that there are places where you can have almost guaranteed privacy, without the cost of a motel. After we parked, she sat next to me and I began kissing her and softly caressing her breasts. Before long, her top and bra were loose and I could play with her nipples. After a good 20 minutes of this intimate play, she unzipped my fly and took my rock-hard penis in her mouth. I released the latch on my seat back and she happily slurped on my aching member. She stopped and half screamed and half whispered "FUCK me NOW!" I had to get out and walk around to the passenger side. Laura finished removing her jeans and exposed the shaved pussy I'd been fingering. She was now crosswise on the front seat and placed her feet on the dash and the door frame. Her position was now much the same as being on a gynecologist's examining table, with her feet in the stirrups. Standing there, I bent over and ate her until she begged me to put it in. I saw a growing wet spot on the edge of the seat, but I didn't care. I hated to take the time to slip on a condom, but we'd agreed that this was best. Her vagina was dripping wet, but I found it difficult to get my member in. She was so turned on, that it felt as if I would rip her pussy apart. Her vagina relaxed momentarily and my shaft slid home. Then it felt like she had wrapped her fingers around my penis and squeezed. We both groaned in the incredible sensation. Until that moment, my sexual experience was almost exclusively limited to my first wife and my current wife. I'd lost my virginity in a one-time encounter with a friend of my sister's. Shortly after that I met the young woman who was my first true love and later, my first wife. After our separation, I was fortunate to meet my second wife, before our divorce hearing took place. For the first time in my life, I felt a mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure as I plunged my rod in. Laura groaned as her first of several orgasms milked me completely dry. It was then that I knew I'd have to come back to give and receive the full treatment. Feeling my member, now limp, but aching, reminded me of some of my first experiences with masturbation. I'd sometimes get carried away and make my penis sore for a while afterwards. I gently asked Laura if she felt OK and she just smiled and said, "Oh my GOD, YES!". We had about 20 miles to drive, to get back to town, so we were both able to cool off and try to act as if nothing unusual had happened. About a month later, I made plans to spend the night at a motel, while visiting. When we had a few moments to talk privately, Laura said she'd stop by in the morning. Early the following morning, Laura knocked on my door. As soon as the door was secure, she stretched out crossways on the bed. We kissed and began to undress each other. Between licking her pussy and sucking her nipples, I aroused her to an orgasm. I began to work in earnest on her pussy with my mouth and tongue. Laura began to suck on me. She has an incredible talent for sucking cock! Finally, I got to enter her red-hot pussy and she went almost berserk with pleasure. Following that initial blast, I started playing with her ass. She rolled over onto her knees and begged for me to try doggie style. I amazed myself by coming again and we both collapsed onto the bed. Laura finally asked if I'd like to do anal sex. While it surprised me that she enjoyed this, I was happy to oblige. This was the first time any woman had asked me to penetrate her ass. My first wife had allowed me to try it a few times, but she finally said it was too disgusting for her. After two hours of lovemaking and penetrating every available orifice at least once, we had to finish. I can hardly wait to go back for more. Laura is far and away the best woman I've had the pleasure of being with. On the way home, I had three hours to think about the experience and allow my penis to recover. I felt that I'd just eaten the most forbidden fruit, and found it exquisitely delicious. I know that Laura wants to find a man closer to her age. However, as she put it, John and other men she's been with are a little too rough. It's exciting at first, but she feels like she's just been used afterwards. What she told me is that she likes the way I treat her and she feels totally safe and comfortable with me. I certainly enjoy whatever time we can spend together, but when she does find a significant other, I've vowed to end our intimacy. I'm grateful for every minute that I can spend with her, but she needs and deserves to have her own life. I am about to go for another visit and we're planning to spend a night together. That will be the subject of my next story, and it should be a very juicy one.