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Jennifer's Story

By: venturer15



While the characters in this story are fictional, the story was created based upon information provided by a drop dead gorgeous young woman who is proudly black owned. She knows who she is and I think her.

I stood before my dressing mirror, heart racing, as I inspected myself. When smoothing my dress over my hips the glint of my diamond and wedding band caught my attention. I considered taking them off, but remembering Sally's comments about the popularity of married women, decided to leave them on. I was pleased by my sexy, inviting reflection. Having small breasts, I seldom wore a bra, and the thin fabric of my dress seductively outlined my breasts. I had spent more time than normal getting ready. I was freshly showered. On an impulse resulting from the wanton thoughts and desires that had taken over my being, while shaving my legs, I also shaved my pussy bare. If he even noticed, I figured I'd tell my husband that I shaved it to welcome him home.

I reflected back on the journey that had brought me to that moment. I was raised in a conservative suburban town. Growing up, I accepted without question my parents' belief that blacks were just as good as we were, but as far as relationships go, each group was meant to stay with their own kind. I would actually feel revulsion when I saw a white girl walking with a black man because I had been taught that what they were doing was unnatural.

By the time I was in college, I saw some of my white classmates dating black men, and rationalized that if the races were truly equal there should be no reason why they shouldn't be together if they desired, but I definitely felt it was inappropriate for me. All through college, all my boyfriends and lovers were white. I was curious; however, as to why I saw many more white women with black men than the other way around.

By the time I was twenty five, I was married to a successful dentist older than myself. I had been attracted to him because he seemed so much more mature than the guys I dated in college, and he was already financially established. For the most part, I had a good life. We lived in an upscale neighborhood. I drove a Jaguar convertible. My sex life; unfortunately, was a bust. After courtship and the first year of marriage, Rick showed little interest in sex; we even slept in separate bedrooms. We made love once a month if I was lucky, and even then I had to be the initiator. I collected an assortment of toys that I used to make up for my husband's lack of attention. As I told my closest girlfriends, those who knew my real situation, I was my own best lover.

Perhaps I did it to prove I was desirable, but I always made a point of dressing sexy whenever I had the chance, even if I was only going to the grocery store. I also started to flirt, and did so discreetly when ever Rick wasn't around. At least once a month, I would go out with three or four of my girlfriends for drinks and dancing. I had fun flirting and turning guys on, but always turned down any overtures to go further. All I was interested in was a little innocent fun; I had no desire to cheat on my husband.

Occasionally black guys would come to our table asking one or more of us to dance. I turned down such offers, but my friend Sally often accepted if the guy was big and good looking enough. She would even turn down requests from white guys if she thought a black guy might approach her.

Finally, one day when it was just the two of us having tea at my house, I asked Sally, "Why do you dance with black guys when we go out?"

"I'll tell you because I know I can trust you to keep a secret," she responded. "I prefer black lovers, and some of the men I dance with I see later. Have I shocked you?" she added after a pause.

"Yyyes," I stammered. I was taken back. "I thought you and Jim were OK. I mean you've always said what a good lover Jim was, why have sex with someone else?" 

"Oh Jim's great in the sack, and I love him dearly, but he can't fuck me the way my black boyfriends can. It's just not possible," she added. "There's an intensity to black on white sex that I haven't found anywhere else. Part of it is because we're of different races and I'm doing something that's exotic, dangerous and forbidden. Then there's the equipment."

My curiosity was definitely peaked. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

Smiling at me, Sally continued, "Sex with blacks is powerful. I experience ecstasy that I can't get anywhere else, certainly not from Tom. To start with, their cocks are generally bigger, and with some, they are truly enormous, freakishly big. My black boyfriends have incredible endurance; they stay hard and keep fucking me until I'm exhausted from cumming."

"When I'm with a black man, we are both aware of race. I know I am a snowy white prize, the perfect bunny, and he loves knowing that he is putting me on levels no man of any other race can share with me. He loves it, it makes him stay rock solid hard right through his orgasm on the way to his second, and he barely softens at all before cumming a third time. Black guys cum quick, they cum hard, and they just keep cumming and cumming. Some black men have put me in near continuous orgasm until I felt I was brain damaged in the morning. Now don't get me wrong. Not all black men can do that for me. That is why I reserve my flirtations for those men who are of great height, extra dark, lanky and charismatic. I want an African alpha male. After I experienced a truly great African lover, I was hooked. I still love Jim and love making love to Jim. But with my black boyfriends its different, when we fuck, it isn't making love; we're having wild, uninhibited sex."

I found myself getting aroused listening to Sally's explanation.

"When you decide you're ready, you and I can go to club in the dark side of town," Sally said. "I'll introduce you to some of my friends. They love young married white women. But when you go you need to be aware that the general rules of courtship won't apply there; you're in their realm, but you are not one of them. In that club, the black guys aren't going to treat you the way white guys would or the way they treat black girls. We're at the mercy of our own wits and the charged lusting of energetic black men driven by our dainty white femininity." She stopped for a moment and smiled. "They know why we're there. The guys are bigger, tougher, faster, more coordinated, better dressed, better dancers, they love fucking white girls, and they expect to fuck or at least get their dicks sucked off before the night is over."

"What do you mean when I'm ready?" I asked a bit taken back. "What makes you think I'd cheat on Rick?"

"You've told me what your sex life is like. You're too young and sensual to go through the rest of your life with no more gratification than that. I believe you'll tell me when you're ready to experience sex as you've never experienced it before."

I pondered that discussion for many weeks. I thought about the risks, but I couldn't get the images Sally left me with out of my mind. She definitely piqued my curiosity. I found myself being more aware of the looks good looking black men gave me when I was out. During my "toy time" I found myself fantasizing that I was being taken by a large black man.

Finally after having vacillated back and forth many times, I worked up enough courage to drive a stake into the ground. I picked up the phone and told Sally I was ready to take her up on her offer. Both our husbands would be away at camp for deer season, and we decided to get together that first Saturday night. Having made the commitment, I was scared and visibly shaking when I hung up the phone.

There were butterflies in my stomach as I turned away from the mirror upon hearing Sally open the side door and call out a greeting. 

Entering the club, we found seats at a small table. The first thing that struck me was the number of really good looking white women that were there. About half the women there were white, beautifully dressed and gorgeous, but there were no white men. I noticed several of the women were wearing wedding rings, but none of their partners were. It was clear that the club was all about pampered white women being fucked by big rutting black men. We all hear about clubs like this, but we never expect to find ourselves, as young brides, dolled up at our best, nerves like butterflies-actually being there. 

Recognizing Sally, two men sauntered over to our table. Sally greeted each with a quick kiss, and then introduced us. Sally and Darnell left for the dance floor and Wendell promptly asked me to dance. I was captivated immediately by the sound of his deep, mellow voice. Still, I was so nervous and scared that I had to work not to trip as I stood up. I welcomed the opportunity to move about on the dance floor. I concentrated on dancing, allowing the flashing lights and beat of the music to take over my body, postponing thinking about what I was getting myself into. While I might play at flirting, I'm rather prudish and stuck-up actually, but as I moved and made my sexy dancing faces....I was finding myself wondering if he found me sexy. I can't explain, but I felt a desire to be desired by him. 

Wendell was as excellent dancer as my husband was inept. Catching a glimpse of the two of us in a mirror, I marveled at the way we looked together, his size overwhelming my slender 5'5" figure, his darkness contrasting with my paleness, the two of us united by a common rhythm. When Rick danced, he looked to be in such pain that I'd stopped encouraging him. Dancing with Wendell, I was having more fun dancing than I'd had in many years.

Not paying a whole lot of attention to who was around me, I was bumped hard by a black girl. Wendell quickly pulled himself up to his full six and a half foot height and inserted himself between the woman, her escort and me as if daring either to do anything more. Nothing else happened. That display of power and the obvious respect it commanded made a strong impression. His defense for me struck a primal cord deep within me. I was under his protection, and at some level I felt I had become his possession.

My initial fear and apprehension was gradually being overtaken by excitement. I felt as if an erotic spell was being cast over me. I began to sense an instinctive erotic draw to the powerful man moving in front of me. He didn't hesitate to dance close, grinding his body into mine, and I started grinding back. As we began to slowly freak dance, I found myself loving the feeling. Our dancing had become foreplay. We were surrounded by other couples grinding and dancing as we were. I could feel the sexual tension in the room. Everyone was turned on, including me. There was a different feel there than other dance clubs, all the couples on the floor being black and white, so many of those women married, like me.

Fear and excitement had become arousal. My hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of my dress. I sensed the wetness growing in my pussy. Dancing with my body pressed against his, I felt the growing hardness at his groin, which further fueled my arousal. Dancing like that I really became aware of how very dark-black he was, and tall. *sigh*

When we took a break I was able to get Sally alone to ask, "They were expecting us weren't they?" 

"Yes, Wendell's just the person to be your first black lover. There is nothing he loves more than breaking young, gorgeous, married white women like you. He's very well endowed and very skilled. Tonight he'll take you to places you've never been before."

"Did you tell him that I've never had a black man?" 

"Yes, I did. He'll be gentle with you since it's your first time; and he'll be extra horny knowing that you're still a virgin."

"What do you mean? How can a married woman a virgin?" 

"Before the night's over, he's going to fuck parts of your pussy that have never been touched by a cock before," was her quick response as Darnell reappeared to lead her back to the dance floor.

Wendell was right behind Darnell with my coat in his hand. "Time for us to leave this place." 

"What about Sally," I asked in near panic. Somehow I had been expecting we would be together for the evening.

"She knows where to find you," he said as he led me toward the door. 

I looked to the dance floor trying to see Sally, hoping for reassurance, but there was no sight of her among the couples gyrating to the music.

Surrendering to Wendell's wishes, I left the club with him. 'Where are we going?" I asked as he held the door for me.

"My place is a short drive from here," was all he said. 

Once in his car, he asked, "So, what's the story? Your guy have a small dick, or what?"

I half chuckled at his question as I answered, "No, his dick's OK. He just doesn't use it enough."

Laughing he said, "That man's a fool. He should know if he don't pay attention to a woman as good looking as you, you'll find what you need somewhere else. And now you're going to find out that his dick is too small too. Once you've tasted black cock, you'll never be satisfied with your little dicked husband again."

"You haven't even seen my husband's dick," I said in defense of my absent husband.

"And you obviously haven't seen a black cock," he retorted, "or you wouldn't say that. All I need to know is he's white, and I know he swings a dicklett." About that time he pulled into the parking lot of an apartment building.

His place was a small, but neat apartment. I surveyed my surroundings as he took my coat and noticed that all the decorations were masculine; there wasn't a feminine touch to be seen. As I stood there, I was surprised at myself. I no longer felt scared or nervous. I still wasn't sure what I had gotten myself into, but I was resigned to my situation and prepared to make the most of it.

Music began filling the room as Wendell returned. He stepped up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. I tilted my head as I felt the scratchiness of his short cropped goatee brush the back side of my neck. He gently began placing a string of kisses on the side of my neck, moving to my shoulder. Reaching around, he cupped a breast in a huge hand, gently twisting the instantly erect nipple through the thin fabric as I let out a soft moan of acquiescence.

As I turned to face him, my lips met his full lips. A lingering kiss ensued. His tongue entered my mouth. I greeted the incursion and our tongues spared in mutual exploration. 

He pulled me close against his body, crushing my breasts against his massive chest. My hands roamed his muscular back, sensing the strength that lay just under his shirt. 

His pelvis, pushing into me, allowed me to feel the hardness that awaited me. I could feel my juices begin to flow in anticipation, and I began rubbing against his leg. 

I was thinking, "If this man fucks the way he kisses, it's going to be a great night."

A song started with a fast tempo and strong underlying beat. Wendell broke off our kiss as he stepped back. "Dance for me," he directed as he sat in a chair.

A bit taken back, I didn't know what to do at first. I felt a little awkward, but let the music take over. The music was loud, I could almost physically feel the beat, and soon I was swaying before him to the rhythm, making the most seductive moves I could think of.

"Now take off that dress." 

"I don't know how to strip," I protested.

"You're doing good," he encouraged. "Just shed that dress like you was a snake done with its skin."

After working the zipper down, I allowed my dress to fall first off of one shoulder and then the other. Briefly I danced holding up the front before I allowed it to fall to my waist completely exposing my small but pert breasts; my small pink nipples erect. 

My heart was racing and my excitement increasing as I danced, half naked at the command of the dark man before me.

Running my hands over my hips, I slithered the rest of the fabric off my body until it dropped, to become a puddle of black on the floor. 

I was left in thigh high stockings, shoes and thong.

As I slowly rolled down my thong, Wendell exclaimed, "Damn, I sure do love a smooth pussy!" as I revealed the entrance to my vagina to him for the first time.

After dancing out of the thong, he called, "Come here girl; dance closer."

Stripping for him was such a turn on. My pussy was throbbing for attention. I was like a bitch in heat. 

Working up to him, I straddled his leg and began to grind my crotch against his thigh. 

Cool hands against my back pulled me into him as he took my entire breast into his mouth. He commenced to suck one breast then the other, licking and gently biting my taunt tipples. 

The occasional sharp nip of his teeth on tender pink flesh, while causing me to catch my breath, only increased my arousal.

I started running my fingers through his short, black, kinky hair. It was course like Brillo, so different from my husband's soft hair. Suddenly soft hair on a man seemed effeminate somehow, and unappealing.

I moved a hand to his lap finding the bulge of his hard cock I was pleased by the effect I was having on him as I massaged what I could through his slacks with my fingers. 

Abandoning my breasts, he directed, "Take it out. See what a real cock looks like."

As I knelt before him, I saw that his trouser leg was soaked where I had been riding it. 

After working his belt loose and pulling down the zipper, he raised his hips so I could pull down his pants and boxers freeing the biggest cock I ever saw. 

It was blacker than even Wendell was, and I could not close my hand around its girth.

Mesmerized, I started to lick the head and along the shaft. 

After my first tentative licks I heard, "That's it girl. Suck my black dick. Get it ready for you." 

I couldn't imagine a cock that large in my vagina. I was starting to fear what it might do to me. 

I imagined my insides being torn up as a rutting Negro repeatedly slammed that huge thing into my body. 

Realizing I was alone, trapped with him and at his mercy, I thought if I could suck him off, even let him cum in my mouth, he might be satisfied. 

With a little difficulty, I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could and began bobbing up and down. I rolled my face underneath so he could look down into my eyes, with his heavy equipment stretched across my cheeks and throat. 

I pulled him down and massaged my neck and cheeks with him. I felt very aware of wanting to look sexy for him, watching me, sliding my tongue across him, allowing streams of saliva to drip from his titanic erection. 

I never blew my husband like that, sloppy, slutty, gasping on my knees.

"You like to suck my black cock don't you?" He stated rather than asked. 

"I knew you'd be a slut for black cock when I first saw you."

His cock stiffened and grew even larger. Wendell grabbed a fist full of hair as he started to raise his hips to meet my down strokes forcing his cock deep into the back of my throat. 

My jaw ached. 

I had to time my breathing around his thrusts. 

Wendell's grip tightened, pulling my hair. He had taken over completely, thrusting up into my mouth as he forced my head down, fucking my face. 

I forced myself to relax and concentrated on the huge black cock that was stretching my lips.

Fortunately, before long, I felt him tense and then a massive amount of cum exploded into my mouth. 

I swallowed what I could; the rest ran out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. 

I had never allowed a man to cum in my mouth before, but I felt compelled to drink Wendell's seed.

The slightly salty taste mingled with the musky smell in my nostrils.

I sucked on his cock until he was finished cumming, but there wasn't any hint of him softening. I sat back on my haunches letting the excess cum drip off my face wondering what was to happen next.


Jennifer's Story



As I watched, Wendell striped off the rest of his cloths revealing a well muscled body. Standing, he towered above me looking like a black version of a Greek god with an incredibly large and intimidating penis sticking straight out.

He reached down, picking me up without effort; he carried me into the bedroom and deposited me on the bed. 

Going right to my pussy, he said, "Now let's see what you taste like."

With that, he began running his tongue up and around my already slick slit. I was sure he could smell and taste my excitement. I spread my legs to give him better access. 

"Mmmm, this is sweet pussy," he said as he began exploring my clit with his tongue.

"Oh god, that feels so good," I managed to say as he started sucking my clit.

I had one hand on the back of his head as I raised my hips, inviting him to delve deeper into my sex. 

With my other hand I realized I was pinching my own nipple. 

My breathing was fast and shallow. 

He started working the tip of a finger into my ass and just left it there as his tongue continued its magic on my pussy until he brought me to orgasm. 

Little pops of pleasure started at my clit and tingled in ripples out through my body.

That orgasm served to increase my arousal. 

I craved something inside me. 

Sensing my release, Wendell moved up until his still hard cock was brushing against the lips of my pussy. 

As he began to position his cock to enter me I caught my breath and said, "We need some protection."

"I don't need protection," he replied as the black head of his cock began to part my pink labia.

"I mean protection so I don't get pregnant," I pleaded.

"That don't bother me none. I love to make babies with white girls," he said. 

"Now I'm not wearing no rubber. If you want my cock, we're going to fuck skin to skin. 

Do you want my cock, or don't you?" he challenged glaring at me while the head of his massive black tool began to disappear into me. 

That taste of penis felt so good; I needed more!

I was desperate, overwhelmed by a mixture of lust and fear. 

"Yes, I want your cock!" I blurted out. In five seconds I had completely forgotten the whole condom issue.

"You were getting it anyway," he chuckled as he slowly began to slide further into me.

He entered slowly, backed out a little way, and then entered a little deeper. 

I tensed; I felt my vagina stretching, slowly accommodating his girth. 

The pain I felt was overwhelmed by an incredible sense of fullness. 

I couldn't quite believe that I was accommodating such a big cock. 

The sensation of being Soul-Fucked, was overcoming the pain and fear.

Oh Yeahhhh, I was getting into it. 

No one had ever moved or touched me that way.

"Unngh...g god! Ahhh slow down, h hur....Ohhh!" I wailed and wailed and was lost in my own wailing, 

I did not know what I was screeching about, but I learned what so many white women mean they say you feel "transported". 

I could not compare what I felt to the sensuality I have with my husband. There was no comparison because it was so vastly superior and different.

Wendell kept slowly working himself into me until he completely filled my vagina and hit up against my cervix. 

"I'm going to love fucking you; you're so nice and tight," he said as he began slowly stroking in and out, thrusting deeper into me than any man ever had before, stimulating all of my vagina with each stroke. 

I caught sight of us in a mirror; I saw a little white girl allowing herself to be ravaged by a rutting black man.

I couldn't believe how erotic that vision was at that moment.

"Do you like being fucked by a real cock?" he challenged.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" I yelled. 

"I love your cock!" His cock felt so good.

I couldn't remember ever feeling so alive. 

Euphoria!

Before long, I was lost in another, stronger orgasm. 

I rolled my head, arched my back, dipped and rolled my hips as waves of ecstasy coursed through every fiber of my body.

In the middle of my orgasm, Wendell paused, and I felt his hot cum blast into me as I continued gyrating my hips around his thick rod. 

"Yes, finish it, cum in me, you bastard," I found myself saying. 

I couldn't believe how aroused I was.

"We've just started," he said through clenched teeth.

I was expecting him to go limp and withdraw, but his cock remained rock solid, imbedded deep in my cunt, prolonging my orgasm as my vaginal muscles contracted, milking the semen from him.

In the midst of my euphoria, Wendell shifted the two of us slightly; changing the angle his cock entered me. 

I felt him probing against my cervix until he managed to lodge the head of his penis in the cervix opening and begin to push further into me which caused a sharp stab of pain.

"Wendell, stop, that hurts!" I cried out.

But at the same time, I spread my legs even further. 

I had to submit.

I was fully conquered under the spell of that magnificent black man. 

I was his to do with as he pleased.

Ignoring my protests, he used his strength and weight to drive his cock head fully into my womb. 

"Oh god, no!" I screamed in pain. 

I felt as if I had been slammed in the gut.

The pain was paralyzing. 

His cock had invaded the very core of my womanhood!

I screamed again and went silent. 

My body tensed and then went limp. 

I screamed again as my womb and cervix went into spasms around the invading cock. Wendell skillfully ground and twisted his cock, grinding and twisting my cervix. 

I fought for breath as the most intense orgasm over took me. 

The pain was so great!

I blacked out for a moment only to awake to a continuous orgasm of unimaginable intensity. 

Kaleidoscope colors and images raced through my head.

In the midst of my orgasmic hysteria, I heard him say, "Now you know what its like for a little white girl to be Soul-Fucked by a real nigger!" 

I continued thrashing my body.

But at times going involuntary going limp with my arms and legs still wrapped around my violator. 

I cried!

I screamed in a mixture of ecstasy and agony again and again interrupted by periods of silence. 

My womb and cervix contracted involuntarily. 

It hurt so much, but it hurt so good! 

My womb convulsed painfully and deliciously around an inhumanly large cock buried deep where it didn't belong!

And it was a Negro's cock!

Not the cock of my husband, but the cock of a huge, angry, rutting black man who was about to again spill his seed deep into me!

I was in paradise!

I couldn't stop cumming!

The soul of my womanhood was wrapped tightly and fully around the cock of a man not of my race!

That, in itself, made me glow even brighter!

Wendell tensed and grunted and I knew he was cumming. 

He pumped his sperm directly into my womb!

All the while, I thrashed in unbelievable and indescribable ecstasy beneath him. 

At that moment, in the brain numbed haze of continuous orgasm, I didn't care if I was being impregnated.

My body trembled occasionally as I came down from my sexual high. 

Wendell lay partially on top of me, his cock slowly softening and withdrawing, its slightest twitch causing my cervix to tingle. 

I had no concept of time. I had no idea how long I had been in orgasm. 

I was ragged, shattered, conquered. 

I lay there in pain, sore, but at the same time relaxed and totally satisfied.

The smell of my own pussy cum filled the room.

I realized I still was wearing my stockings and shoes, and I was covered in our mingled sweat and lying in a huge pool of cum. 

"Oh shit!" I realized; "that bastard came inside me, at least twice, hard!"

"You're ride's here," Wendell said upon hearing noise outside the bedroom door, which I realized he never closed.

"I need to clean up first," I replied glancing at the mirror and seeing the mess I was in. 

"Nah, I'm sending you home the way you are so your husband can see what a whore you are for black cock." 

"My husband isn't even home," I shot back.

"So what are you complaining about?" 

"My dress is out in the other room," I added already knowing what his response would be.

"Well get it then." 

In anger and humiliation, I got up off the bed, flinching at the pain it caused me to stand. 

Cum was running down my thighs over my stockings as I walked a little stiffly into what served as a living/dining room of the small apartment. 

There I found Sally on her knees sucking on Darnell's cock. I couldn't believe it. His cock looked even bigger than Wendell's.

Upon seeing me, Darnell let loose with, "Whoowee bitch, you sure look like you were used hard."

Trying to ignore what was happening before me; I retrieved my dress and put it on. By the time I found my coat, they were finished and Sally was licking the last of the cum from Darnell's dick.

Nothing else was spoken until we were well on our way home when Sally asked, "Well, how was it?"

"It was terrible," I answered. Then after a short pause continued, "and wonderful. It was such a jumble of agony and ecstasy that I can't stop thinking about it. It was heaven and hell both at the same time."

"No, not hell," Sally corrected. "Hell is when you are at the mercy of a lust filled beast with a cock that size and he doesn't know or care what he does to you with it. Men can get like animals as they approach orgasm, especially when it's a large black man with a struggling, thrashing helpless white girl. If he doesn't make sure you're very aroused and submissive, or if he doesn't wield his tool just right, you'll feel all the pain without pleasure. That's hell!"

"Hell would be living without it," I said, resignedly, still glowing, still transformed so beautifully. "Now that I have been there the bar is too high, I can't imagine being anything but frigid with my husband, or any white guy for that matter." 

I saw her shaking her head. 

"Just enjoy the afterglow and this great feeling"......I told myself silently. 

"Wendell's the best," Sally continued. "Few girls will ever experience what you have tonight. Now there's a unique bond between you and Wendell that you can never experience with Rick and Rick could never understand."

"Next time you see a white woman with a large black man; you'll smile and wink because you know the secret that draws each of them to the other. You might not realize it now, but from the first time Wendell entered you, he changed your sexuality forever. There's no such thing as doing this once; you're already hooked!"

Reader comments are appreciated. Thank you. 



Jennifer's Story



Jenny's Story: The Start of Things

Jenny is put in a difficult position when she is discovered misappropriating money. She then discovers who her boss really is and what she has let herself in for.

Jennifer Watson-Brown, to give her full name, had always led a pampered, secure life. Brought up by loving and doting parents, she had been educated at the best schools that money could buy, and afterwards, had gone to a top finishing school in Switzerland to complete her education. 

She had always lived in a world where money was no object. She was a stunningly attractive woman, and soon became a name among the jet setters. She was always seen at the best parties, and her name was one that was never left off the list at any of the top society functions. 

At twenty-two, she married, much to her parents delight, a supposed financial wizard and investment banker, Conrad Brown. This was the first of her many bad decisions in her life. Two years later, her parents where killed in an air crash. Jennifer and Conrad were lucky not to have been on her father's private plane that was bringing them back from a Caribbean holiday. She and Conrad had decided to stay on the private island owned by one of her father's friends for another week. 

She then inherited the family fortune and investment business which Conrad took over, and during the next four years, he managed to squander the majority of it on a suicidal series of very risky investments. When Jennifer's then considerable fortune was depleted, he started dipping into the money from the company's client's accounts. Of course, this could not go on unnoticed, and when finally the crash inevitably came, he landed in court, and in a very high profile case, was sentenced to ten years at her majesty's pleasure. 

The court also decreed that Jennifer was also implicated in the conspiracy. Although her total connection could not be proven, it was decided that all the couple's possessions were to be confiscated to go to paying off at least part of their considerable debt. She also was placed on probation. If she came up before the court again, she would suffer the same consequences as her husband, plus any further sentences she received. Suddenly from being a person who had never had to want for anything, Jennifer found herself almost destitute. Her once close friends now shunned her as they all knew, or were, the people who Conrad had stolen from. 

For the first time in her life, Jennifer had to try and find work to feed and clothe herself. She managed to find a small flat to rent in a rather run down part of town. She was, of course, still a very articulate and attractive young woman and was able to find herself a job as a receptionist at a local health spa. 

It was here that she first came in contact with the worse mistake in her life, Maxwell Cardwell. Maxwell came into the spa about three times a week and he always made a point of speaking to Jennifer. But unknown to her he had an ulterior motive for becoming friendly with her. He had recognized Jennifer the moment she acquired the job at the spa. He was one of the people whose money her husband had stolen

Although he was not her type, and much older than she, Jennifer knew from looking at the spa records that Maxwell had money. It was because of this that when one evening he asked her out, she graciously accepted his offer. Jennifer found Maxwell to be a perfect gentleman, and it was nice to be taken back to some of the places she had been used to visiting before her decline. Maxwell got his money from running a chain of high-class nightclubs to which Jennifer, much to her delight, became a frequent and welcome VIP visitor. 

Although he took her out and spent money on her, he never made a move towards her sexually. Jennifer was pleased about this because even with his generosity towards her, she still did not find him in any way attractive. Because of his generosity, she often wondered just what she would do if he did make any advances. But unknown to her, Maxwell was playing a waiting game which he had planned carefully. He was a vindictive man and didn't like being made a fool of. He thought at the trial she had gotten off much too lightly, and from that moment, he had begun to plan her downfall. After they had been going out for about two months, Maxwell offered her a job as assistant manager of his most prestigious club, Maxwell's. The money was three times what she had been earning at the health club, and she jumped at the chance. As assistant manager, she was in charge of staffing. She also had to deal with the money side of the business, entering up the books and the banking of each evening's taking, which by any standards were considerable. 

Even with more money now coming in from her new job, Jennifer was still in considerable debt from her time with Conrad. Some of the debtors had started pushing to get her to repay some of the stolen money. 

It started with her in a small way at first: fifty pound here and there, but as the weeks went by and her little dips into the club takings seemed to go unnoticed, the amounts became bigger. Maxwell knew from the start what was going on. It had been carefully planned that way so when the fish was well and truly hooked, he would pounce. 

She would never forget that afternoon when her world collapsed for the second time in her short life. She walked into her office at the club. She was surprised and devastated to find Maxwell sitting behind her desk with another man whom she did not recognize. This stranger was going through the books. She knew that at that moment her worse fears were realized. She had been caught out. 

Maxwell looked up at her. "You have been a rather naughty girl, haven't you?" he smirked. May I introduce you to a very good friend of mine? Detective Inspector Bill Dykes of the fraud squad." 

The man looked her up and down with interest. She was everything Maxwell had said: a very attractive young woman in a smart well fitted business suit that showed off her stunning figure. Bill Dykes was a man in his early forties who had risen through the ranks, partly by his ability, but mostly by his greed for money. He had found early in his police career that some people were willing to pay him well for his contacts and services. 

He looked up from the books and smiled at her. "Mr. Cardwell contacted me because he suspected that some of his money was going astray," the said detective said, looking at her, "and from my brief calculations, I estimate that to date there is slightly over five thousand pounds missing." 

Jennifer gasped. She had not realise it had been that much. 

"I have to inform you at this stage, Ms. Jennifer Watson-Brown, I am going to arrest you and you will be charged with the theft, and I have to inform you that anything you say may be used in court as evidence in your trial." Jennifer stood there petrified by the turn of events; she did not say a word. 

Maxwell looked up at her again, still with a slight grin on his face. "So it looks as though you will be joining that thieving husband of yours in jail shortly," he said. 

It was at that moment that the enormity of the situation hit her and she burst into a flood of tears. She pleaded that she was sorry, and that she would repay the money. 

Maxwell laughed. "Where do you expect to get that sort of money to repay me? You are up to your eyes in debt, and no one will employ you after you have finished your jail sentence."

He let her stew for a moment. She looked so pitiful standing there, tears running down her face ruining her perfect make up. "You are not going to like it in jail. Some depraved inmates like young, attractive women like you. Imagine what it will be like after ten years locked up with people like that."

Jennifer knew he was right. She had not been to see Conrad in jail, but she had heard from some of her contacts who were still talking to her about his life in jail. She knew she could never stand that; anything was better than that. Well, she thought so at that moment at least.

"There is a way out of this situation for you," the detective said with slow deliberation. She looked at him; he saw a gleam of hope in her eyes. "If you sign this," he said, pushing a letter across the desk towards her. "It is a confession that you have been stealing the money. Maybe if you sign we can make things go a little easier for you; maybe even make this go away." He looked towards Conrad who nodded slowly. 

Jenny looked down at the letter. Was this her way out of the awful situation she now found herself in? She took the pen offered to her by the detective and quickly scribbled her name at the bottom of the letter. 

Maxwell pulled back the letter, looked at it, then folded it carefully. He slid it into an envelope and handed it to Bill Dykes. 

The detective nodded and slipped it into his inside pocket. "I don't know if you noticed, but there is no date on the letter. I understand that Mr. Maxwell has plans for you, but if at any time you don't completely comply with his wishes, or refuse to take part in any of the plans he has for you, I will use this letter to prosecute you to the full."

Jennifer nodded meekly. She was wondering just what Maxwell's plans were; she was soon to find out.

Maxwell smiled at her. "I do hope we understand each other. Now, my dear, I will tell you what we are going to do and what your new job entails, and just how you will repay me for the money you have stolen from me." 

At first Jennifer couldn't believe she still had a job, but she wondered just what sort of job she had. Maxwell knew she was not going to like what he was going to tell her. "As of this moment, you are mine to do with as I wish. If you do not comply with my wishes, you now know the consequences." 

Jennifer knew from the tone of his voice that he meant every word he said. "I think your first job should be, as a gesture of your good will, a little thank you gesture towards Bill and me." He paused for a moment and looked at the detective, who smiled. Then he looked back at Jenny who was standing there waiting expectantly. "We would first like you to remove all your clothes." 

Jennifer could not believe what she was hearing. She just stood there and looked at him, an incredulous expression on her face. 

Maxwell smiled at her. "Did you hear what I said? Take of your clothes, and I mean everything. I have now known you for several months, and I have looked forward since the day we first met to the pleasure of seeing you completely naked." 

Jennifer realised that he meant what he said. He wanted her to strip naked in front of them. She took a deep breath. She knew she was going to have to do it. She knew the consequences if she didn't comply with his wishes She had actually led quite a sheltered life, and it was totally against everything she knew to expose herself naked to a man. Apart from Conrad, her husband, and before him a few boy friends, she had never been totally naked before any other man, apart from her doctor. 

"We are waiting," said Maxwell. "And take your time; make it interesting; we don't want you to rush things." He looked across at Bill Dykes who grinned at him. 

Jennifer knew there was no way out of the situation see was in. She had only herself to blame for it. She looked around; there was no escape. The place had suddenly seemed to get very warm, she thought, as she slowly began to unbutton the jacket of her smart business suit. She slowly removed the jacket and placed it over a chair. Under it she was as usual wearing a crisp white blouse. A trace of the delights it held could just be seen through the thin material. She took a deep breath and began to undo the buttons of the blouse. As the buttons were undone, a glimpse of the well filled white bra became visible to the two expectant watchers. With the blouse undone, she eased it out of her skirt, and looking down at the floor, she shrugged it off her shoulders and let it slide down her arms. 

The two men looked at each other with pleasure when they were presented with the sight of her large breasts encased in a revealing white lace bra. The darker shapes of her areolas and nipples could just be seen against the whiteness of her skin. 

Her skirt was the next to go. It slid over her hips and down her long shapely stocking clad legs. She folded it and placed it with her other discarded clothes. Now she stood before them in just her brief bra and panties. Maxwell was pleased to see that she was wearing some of those attractive dark hold up stockings with wide lacy bands at the top. She seemed to have stopped, obviously hoping that she wouldn't have to go any further, but this was not enough for either of the men watching her; they wanted to see everything she had to offer. 

"Okay," said Maxwell, "let's get the rest off, but I think you can keep the stockings on; they enhance the picture." 

Jennifer felt herself shivering now although the room was still very warm. She knew now they were going to make her go the whole way. Now her whole body was trembling as she reached around and unclasped her bra. As it fell loose, she gripped it in her hands, holding it against her firm breasts wanting to shield her breasts from their view to the last possible moment. At last she let it fall away and the beauty of her breasts were revealed to them: the two firm creamy mounds topped with dark brown areolas and cherry pink nipples, which both men noticed to their pleasure were already becoming excitingly erect. Her breasts needed little support and stood out firm and proud. Maxwell looked across at Bill and nodded his appreciation. 

There was now just one more brief item to go before everything was revealed to them. She reluctantly eased her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly pushed them down over her hips. Both men were a little surprised to see the dark bush of her pubic hair; it almost obscured her pussy. It was unusual to see someone so young with so much hair; these days most girls trimmed themselves leaving just a trace. With the panties around her ankles, Jennifer stooped and scooped them up and stood before the two men totally naked, the discarded panties dangling limply from her hand. Neither of the men said anything; they just sat looking at her, taking in the delights of her nakedness. 

She seemed to have been standing there for ages when at last Maxwell spoke. "You have a beautiful body, Jennifer, and I am sure it will be an asset to my business, and also the source of much pleasure for me during the next few months while you are repaying your debt to me." 

Jennifer felt herself shuddering at the thought of what she was going to have to do to get herself out of the situation she now found herself in. 

"There is just one more thing I would like you to do before we call it a day." He looked in Bill's direction and grinned. "My friend here is rather partial to a good blow job, and I think it would be nice of you to do him the service just as thanks for his understanding." 

Jennifer could not believe what she was hearing. It was not bad enough that they had made her strip naked in front of them, but now they expected her to actually go down on one of them. Jennifer had never been keen on giving head even to her husband, although she had done it when he had pressured her. She did not like the thought of a man's cock being in her mouth, and on the odd occasion when Conrad had actually come in her mouth, she had been physically sick. 

Now the thought of doing it to a stranger while Maxwell watched her was completely repulsive to her, but she knew she did not have a lot of options. She dropped her panties that she was still clutching on top of her other clothes and walked slowly towards where Bill was sitting. He smiled at the attractive young woman. He pulled his chair out and eased down his zip. Slipping his hand inside his trousers, he withdrew with some slight difficulty an already partially erect cock. It was already a good eight inches in length and almost as thick as Jennifer's wrist. The slick purple helmet was already wet with his pre-cum. 

She slid down onto her knees. Now the cock was only inches from her face. She could smell the musky smell of it; her stomach heaved. She tentatively moved her head forward until it touched her lips; her tongue slipped out and she licked the end of it; it had an acrid salty taste. She felt him ease himself forward, and she had to open her mouth and allow him to slide the thing into her mouth. She heaved again. She thought she was going to be sick. At this point, he grabbed her by the hair, and to her horror and dismay, began fucking her face. She nearly choked as she felt him thrusting himself against the back of her throat. 

He was already very much aroused by watching her strip, and luckily for her he came very quickly. His first burst she took in her mouth before she could manage to get him out of her mouth. His second burst splattered over her face, and the next one scored a direct hit on her exposed breasts. She knelt there ashamed and degraded as trails of his sticky white cum ran down her face and body. Was this to be a sign of what the future held for her? 

As Bill eased his now wilted cock back into his pants and fastened himself up, Maxwell allowed her to pick up her clothes and make her way to the bathroom to clean herself up and get her clothes back on. 

"Wait in the club bar for me when you are ready," Maxwell said. "I have another little job for you tonight." 

After a long shower, Jennifer felt at least clean again although the memory of what had just happened would be with her for a long time. Now dressed, she at least looked back to her old self when Maxwell emerged from the office and found her sipping on a long much needed drink in the empty VIP lounge. 

He had asked Cliff, the doorman, to bring his car around. While they were waiting, he went behind the bar and served himself with a large malt. He explained to Jennifer that he had to entertain a couple of important clients that evening, and he wanted her to be there. She could only guess what her role would be. 

After they had finished their drinks, he led Jennifer out to the car. He told her that they were entertaining the clients at the new Post House hotel. He saw her look down at her slightly crumpled business suit. He told her not to worry as he had arranged for a friend to come over to the hotel with a few items for her that he thought would be appropriate for the evening. 

Jennifer had not been in the Post House for several months. It was very up market and had been one of the places that Conrad used to take her when they were entertaining clients. From what had happened to her that afternoon, she expected that her role this evening was not going to be anything like it would have been when she was with Conrad. 

The girl on the reception desk smiled at Maxwell and welcomed him to the hotel. The porter followed them in carrying a garment bag he had taken from the boot of the car. After Maxwell had signed in, the porter showed them up to one of the six luxury suites located on the top floor of the hotel. Jennifer had never been in a suite at the hotel before and was pleasantly surprised by the opulence. 

The suite consisted of two large bedrooms, a comfortably furnished lounge with a well stocked bar, and even a small kitchen area where food could be prepared. Maxwell thanked the porter with a large tip after he had spent some time hanging up Maxwell's change of clothes for the evening. 

He explained to her that the clients they were entertaining this evening were two of the main members of the local council licensing committee. It was important that Maxwell keep them sweet as they were in a position to grant or turn down his club licenses. Not everybody in town was happy about what allegedly went on at some of Maxwell's clubs, and the local licensing committee dealt with complaints that were received. Having some of the members of the committee on his side could make any complaints that were received disappear. 




Jennifer's Story



"All I ask of you is that you be nice to them," he smiled. "Whatever they require from you, you will provide it for them without hesitation." 

Jennifer again felt sick at the prospect. She was now being used by Maxwell as nothing more than a common call girl, there to provide sexual titillation for his obviously perverted clients. 

Suddenly the phone rang. Maxwell picked it up, and after speaking a few words, he replaced the receiver. "That was my friend, Anton, with your things for tonight," he said, turning to Jennifer. "He is on his way up." 

There was a knock on the door and Maxwell went to answer it. He came back leading a rather effeminate looking guy in a brightly flowered shirt carrying several garment bags and a case all of which he dropped with a sigh on one of the long sofas. He greeted Maxwell warmly, then looked Jennifer over as he came across towards her. Jennifer got to her feet as he approached. He put his arms around her and hugged her, kissing her lightly on both cheeks. Then he held her at arm's length and looked her up and down. "Very nice," he said in a high, woman like voice. Then he nodded. "I think we have got the sizes right." 

He returned to the sofa and proceeded to empty the garment bags, laying the contents of the bags out along the sofa. He turned again to Jennifer. "Ok, luvvy," he said, "let's get those rags off and let's get you into something a little sexier." 

Jennifer looked across at Maxwell who was now at the bar pouring himself a drink. "Be a good girl and just do as Anton tells you," he said in a slightly stern voice. 

For the second time that day, Jennifer found herself undressing in front of a stranger. She glanced across at the bar and noticed that Maxwell was watching her with amused interest as she reluctantly removed her clothes once again. She now began to realise that he seemed to get some sort of perverse kick from making her bend to his will. 

When she was naked, Anton scooped up her discarded clothes and dropped them into a bag. "We won't need these again today, sweetie. I might as well take them back with me and get them washed and cleaned." 

Then he turned and looked at her standing there naked. She was feeling very uncomfortable again. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he walked slowly around her. Jennifer felt a bit like a prize animal at a cattle show as the effeminate little man perused her nakedness closely. 

Finally he looked at Maxwell. "She's very nice," he said. "Wonderful tits and great legs, but I think we need to do something with that bush." 

Jennifer saw them both look in the direction of the dark bush of pubic hair that all but obscured her vagina. 

Maxwell nodded. "I have to agree with you," he said, smiling again at Jennifer's obvious discomfort. 

"Come with me," Anton said, taking Jennifer by the hand and leading her towards one of the bedrooms. "Get yourself into the shower while I set my things out, and I will sort out your hair and deal with that," he said, nodding towards her pubic region. 

In the privacy of the shower, Jennifer couldn't believe that she was letting some man dictate to her about her body. But she knew that she must resign herself to the fact that she was now the property of Maxwell, and that she was totally in his power for him to do with her just as he wished. That was, of course, if she did not want to finish up in prison. 

Anton had a warm towel waiting for her as she stepped out of the shower, and she allowed him to wrap it around her body. He then sat her down in front of a mirror and started to arrange her hair. As she watched him work, she realised he was very good at his job. 

With her hair completed, he asked her to turn around on the stool she was sitting on. Then without any concern, he removed the towel she was wearing, exposing her body. He then asked her to spread her legs. She again felt rather humiliated as she exposed her most intimate areas to him, but he seemed totally unmoved by the sight before him. Jennifer wished she felt the same. He picked up a pair of scissors, and leaning forward, began carefully clipping at her dark curly hair. When he had reduced it to stubble, he applied a warm towel to the area, and then covered it with shaving cream. 

Picking up a razor, he then very carefully began removing the stubble. Jennifer felt ashamed and embarrassed as she felt him touching her most private regions, but this in turn gave way, much to Jennifer's distress, to a feeling of excitement as he tenderly moved her pussy lips with his fingers to remove the last few offending traces of hair. With the job completed to his satisfaction, he applied a soothing cream on to the area with his fingers. He smiled to himself when a slight groan of pleasure escaped from Jennifer's lips. 

With a smile and an exclamation of, "Job done," he pulled her to her feet and turned her towards a mirror. When she saw herself in the mirror, she felt even more embarrassed to see that now her outer pussy lips where no longer obscured by the dark curtain of hair, but now clearly visible. 

Back in the lounge, Maxwell nodded his approval when he saw her. "That looks much better," he said with a grin. "Now everyone can see what's on offer." Anton smiled, but Jennifer again felt the humiliation of being so exposed. 

Maxwell brought them some drinks over, and she watched with interest as Anton picked up and showed him some items of clothing he had brought for Jennifer to wear for the clients. After a look at all the items on offer, a brief red thong and long hold up stockings where the only items of underwear Maxwell decided that she should wear. He watched as she slipped these on. She, of course, had no need for a bra as her breasts were firm and proud with very little sag. The dress Maxwell finally selected was a short black cocktail dress with a slightly flared skirt, an almost back-less top, and a waist plunging cleavage that displayed her unrestrained breasts to their best advantage. Anton, on Maxwell's suggestion, left a second outfit for her to use if required. It was a short sexy black and red teddy with long trailing suspenders. Maxwell thanked him for all his work and saw him to the door. 

When he returned, he looked at his watch. "Just in time," he said. "My guests should be here at any moment." He went through into the bedroom to change for the evening. A few minutes late Jennifer heard the phone ring. Maxwell took it in the bedroom, and she guessed it was to announce the arrival of the guests. Butterflies were fluttering in Jennifer's stomach as she waited in trepidation, wondering just what degrading and humiliating experiences the evening had in store for her. 



Jennifer's Story



My name is Jennifer. I have a different kind of Mormon Chick story. My Mom came off as Molly Mormon to most that knew her. Always there for services and volunteering. Never missed a Relief Society meeting even though it meant sitting next to a friend after she had fucked the friend's husband. My real father was a bullheaded priesthood member.

Mom was fucking her way through the Ward and just about anyone else that interested her. I didn't know what a hot wife was then, but that described Mom pretty well. I had seen my father's cock a few times accidentally. Okay ... I slipped around and spied on him. I didn't know it then, but Dad had a Mormon dick. Only about five inches the time I saw it hard.

Thanks to the internet, I recently learned certain jewelry meant the wife was married but available for fucking other men and the husband probably didn't know. Those items were an ankle bracelet worn on the right ankle and rings on a couple of toes. Mom had both.

It was an outside signal that a wife wanted to fuck. That was Mom! Her flirting ways would have been a good signal anyway, but the ankle bracelet drew the comments. I remember them well, at age eight or nine I didn't understand much. The toes rings were apparent when Mom wore summer sandals and open toe shoes. 

I don't know how Dad missed it. Maybe he knew and the was the reason he was mean to her. I was the youngest and remembered all the cum in Mom's panties when I had to help out on wash day. I pieced together the meaning of that from my two older sisters when I heard them talking about it. They didn't hear me come downstairs with a hamper load of dirty clothes.

"Do you notice all the cum in Mom's panties?"

"Lord, I wonder how many guys she is doing? Every day has some in them. The light streak where it's probably leaking from the day or so before and then the load where the whole crotch is soaked."

"She must be fucking a couple of guys on those days. Surely one man can't be shooting that much seed in her?

"Kind of makes you wonder if we all have the same Dad, doesn't it?"

"I don't think me or Jennifer could be Dad's kids."

"Don't leave me out! I think she must have fucked someone else when she got knocked up with me, too!"

I barely knew what fucking was. It didn't mean a lot until I was older and Mom had remarried. I kept it to myself and tried not to think about it. Being the youngest I was the one Mom thought didn't have it figured out. I saw a lot for a little kid.

Then everything went to hell. After a big fight after church late one Sunday we heard Dad calling Mom a cunt and a whore. Mom accused him of cheating on her. Turns out he said fucking one of the women in the Ward was nothing like the parade between her legs.

I guess that meant he didn't totally have his head up the ass of the priesthood. It all seemed to calm down for a while and we thought we were going to make it. Then one day Mom came to pick me up from school and said we were leaving Dad and moving to Southern Idaho.

We didn't leave alone. One of Mother's lovers had a group of buddies load up everything Mom wanted and had it all moved in by that night at dark. I got up from my bed to go to school that morning and got back in it that night miles away.

The guy that helped us move married Mom after her divorce was final. She left the old Utah ward behind, but was already working on the new one in Idaho. Guys flocked to my Mom. She did all she could to make it happen. Knowing all the signs from the way Mom acted when Dad wasn't around told me Mom was finding a couple of new guys every week to let between her legs.

My stepdad had no idea of the rules Mom lived by. He was always so good to Mom and me. My two older sisters were gone shortly after. One married and one went to college. Both of them were cunts just like Mom. There wasn't a cock on a man they couldn't learn to like.

My stepfather was my one constant in my life. He married Mom when I was nine. Mom had an affair with him and divorced my Dad. For everything my father was, my stepfather was the opposite. My mother was the fucking slut. She turned a Temple Marriage into a joke. 

Then last couple of years of her first marriage Mom must have fucked fifty different guys. She didn't think I would know what was going on. Finding your Mom with some guy's cock in her isn't too hard to figure out that something was wrong.

My real Dad was no prize. He lived the Priesthood to the fullest. He was also a piece of shit with my Mom and my siblings. My Stepfather didn't know he was one of several fucking my Mom when she announced she was divorcing Dad and getting remarried. And, it continued. It was embarrassing ten years later being with friends in high school and knowing your Mom was fucking several of their fathers.

I had a crush on my Stepfather from the day he and Mom moved in together. I was the youngest child, but I knew Mom was taking him off to bed to fuck him when he stayed that first night in Idaho. 

Within a month she was fucking a couple of the men in our new town. I don't know if she thought I was blind or stupid. My stepfather didn't seem to have a clue.

The first few months of their marriage I followed my stepfather around to the point he would have to announce he was going to the bathroom to keep me from following him in there. 

He was so cool compared to my own Dad. When I wanted to play in the baseball league he was the one that played catch with me for hours and taught me how to bat. 

When I had my first menstrual period at school and bled through my pants he was the one that took off work to come to get me. From hearing Mom's excuse I knew she was somewhere with some strange cock buried in her twat when I needed her. My stepfather didn't see through her excuse, but I knew what she would have been doing.

When I was fifteen my stepfather said he would match any money I could save towards a car. I found a restaurant job and it cost him quite a bit. He wanted me in a safe vehicle. At sixteen he taught me to drive. By then I considered him my Dad. Had for a long time, actually. 

He was the only one there for me for my eighteenth birthday. That was that time Mom went to Indiana to help with the grandkids while my sister and her husband vacationed. She could have waited another couple of days and seen me blow out my candles. There would have still been time to get to Indiana to babysit.

Instead it was just Dad and me. I was out of school, working, but not dating at the moment. He went to the mall with me to buy a nice dress for "our birthday date". Getting him to a mall was a major event, but he went for me.

I found the dress I liked almost right away. I was enjoying having Dad looking at clothes with me so much that I made a mental note of the one I liked and dragged him to several more stores. The idea of stripping down with him just outside the curtain started to turn me on. That wasn't my intention, yet I could feel my pussy getting wet.

By the third store I had figured out that Dad was enjoying, too. Neither one of us wanted to quit and go home. That's when I decided to go a little more adult on my selections. One of the dresses couldn't be worn with the bra I had on. I took it off and pulled the dress up over my 36 C-cup breasts.

I was almost as embarrassed to go out there as Dad was when he saw me. He had either seen me dressed or in pajamas. I don't think he knew my rocket shaped tits with hard nipples were going to be under that fabric.

"I'm sorry Dad, I guess I should have left my bra on under the dress."

"Uh, no. Just give me a minute to adjust. I know you aren't my little girl any more. I just didn't realize how much of a woman you are."

"Do you want me to go back to little girl clothes?"

"You're a woman. You deserve to dress like a woman."

"Then let me check the rack for some womanly clothes."

Everything I picked out was more of a braless type and low cut. I opted for shorter skirts. I forgot about the dress I had picked out earlier. My final choice was a green low cut dress with spaghetti straps and a flowing short skirt. I think Dad agreed with me.

"How about this one? Do you like it?"

"I have never seen anyone look more beautiful."

I took a little bow that let half my cleavage show. 

"Oh, I almost lost them there didn't I? I guess I'd better be careful bending over."

I bent over again to where I thought both tits would slide out of the dress. Having Dad mesmerized I turned around and bent over. I know the skirt had to come just below my panties if not higher.

"What do you think? Will my panties show?" Dad knew I was cock teasing. My pussy had to be hanging down in view. It was new to me. I'd never even teased a boyfriend.

"I never knew going to the mall could be so much fun." Dad laughed

"You can come with me any time you want. I'm not sure that this dress doesn't deserve different panties. What do you think?"

I was shaking when I reached for the hem of the dress. I lifted it up to my waist to expose pretty boring panties for a teenager. I'm a hairy girl. My bush is really thick and the hair starts to grow down the insides of my thighs several inches and I have a strip of hair that grows to my navel. I hadn't trimmed for swimsuit season yet. The panties weren't hiding anything.

"Dad ... Dad. What do you think? The panties. Should I get different panties?"

I heard some women come to try on clothes. I had to drop my skirt. We had been lucky to get a bit of quiet time alone. The women looked at Dad with a "What the fuck are you doing here look".

"We bought the dress. I took Dad over to the undergarment department. There wasn't anyone close to us. I didn't want to embarrass him too badly. By that time I think he was all in on my game anyway. I picked up a bikini panty about the color of the dress.

"How do you think this would look on me?"

"I think you'd have to shave."

"Whoa, Dad! I thought I'd get the best of you. I'm the one that ended up embarrassed."

I reached for some thongs and his eyes lit up. I held one up for him to see.

"That's seriously more womanly." He was teasing me now.

I called his bluff and took a g-string from the rack.

"Then I guess you are really going to love this!" That's the one he bought.

I tried the dress and the g-string on in my room when I got home. I called Dad in and modeled the dress for him. I wanted to show how the g-string was in my ass and that the patch barely cover my pussy.

"I'd show you what else you bought, but I want to shave first." I couldn't believe what I said.

"Maybe just a nice trim around the edges. The hair looks pretty good as it is." I really couldn't believe he said that.

Dad worked the next day. It was my birthday. My eighteenth birthday. There might be other reasons not to get so hot over my Dad, but not being legal wasn't one of them any more. My first goal was trimming my pussy. Remembering what he said about my bush I left it so the g-string had hair out around the sides and top.

When he came home I was in the bathroom taking a bath. I had left the door standing almost fully open. It was part of my plan as the new woman in the house to tease Dad.

I had laid back in the water. My nipples were rock hard when I sensed Dad in the doorway watching me. I had fingered myself, as I had often done. I liked to pleasure myself with a soapy washcloth sliding between my pussy lips and rubbing over my clit.

That's what I was doing when I spoke in a low voice.

"You know, Dad. Women masturbate, too. I just need to take a little of the edge off here. I'll be done in a couple of minutes." I settled back to finish myself. With him watching I'd cum quick.

"I know. Your mother masturbates, too. He panties always have a glob in them."

"Dad! When I finish here, we need to talk."

"Jenny. I know. Your Mom is a real tramp for the men. That's how we met. I hoped she would change. I guess we both know she didn't."

I started to feel sad for him ... then my orgasm surprised me. I almost leaped out of the water. I stood up and Dad handed me a towel. He stood there while I dried off.

"Nice job on trimming the bush ... I like it like that."

"Should I feel funny thanking my Dad for a compliment like that."

We both just laughed. Dad went to shower. I was tempted to join him. Then again I was ready to jump him after he watched me make myself cum. I dressed to go out.

Dad dressed up really nice. He opened the car door for me. Before I got in I hugged him. I stood back at arm's length and let him admire my boobs. Nothing needed to be said. When I got in the car I trailed my leg enough to give him a nice beaver shot at my patch of a G-string.

Dinner was really good. Just the two of us having an adult evening. We sat side by side in a booth. We held hands over my thigh under the table. I let go and patted him. I put my hand on top of his and guided it to my inner thigh, pulling it slightly towards my pussy.

His hand went up a little ways and stopped. I nudged him a little higher.

"Is that what you are wanting?"

His hand was on my pussy. I took it and put in under the g-string. His finger wiggled against my clit., then down between my cunt lips. I could see the server come out from the kitchen to bring us our food. I braced myself on the table and had an orgasm on my Dad's hand.

I don't know how the server could have missed what had happened. I was all rattled and giddy acting when he placed my plate before me. I squeezed my Dad's hand under the table. I whispered, "Thank you!" The waiter told me I was welcome. I must have whispered louder than I thought.

Dad insisted on one dance when I wanted to call it a night. With that over I had other plans. We went home. Dad went into his bedroom to change his clothes. I followed him. When he turned around to look at me I took off the dress and the g-string. I stood fully naked in front of him and got under the covers.

Not, that Mom hadn't had dozens of men in that bed when Dad was away or at work. Now he had a woman in her bed that he was about to fuck .... and it was her very own daughter.

"Come on! You're not going to leave a woman in desperate need of some cock are you?"

"I guess I need to finish what I started at the restaurant."

"Wow! Did you ever have me started ... and finished, too!"

We were naked under covers together. I had never seen Dad's cock. I didn't know what to expect, but I liked what I saw. We were grabbing each other under the blankets. I had Dad by the cock and he was sucking on me from one nipple to the other.

It got pretty hot pretty fast. We laughed as we kicked the covers to the floor. I spread my legs for Dad to get between them. He had his cock bobbing at my cunt opening as he continued to suck my nipples.

"Oh, my God, please fuck me. I really want you inside me."

Dad, straightened up and looked down a where my pussy was about to take him in.

"I have to do something first."

I was afraid he was going to get a condom. I knew I was safe in my cycle from pregnancy. I wanted him fucking me bareback inside my wet cunt. Instead his tongue ran the length of my pussy hole and he sucked onto my clit. Heat shot through me. He nipped my clit between his teeth. Letting go he buried his face in my juices and licked my slit. Then he moved up to fuck me.

"Jesus Christ! That sure beats a finger and a soapy washcloth!"

"Really? Does it?"

"Oh, hell yes?"

"Then let me do it a little more."

Fuck! He was back down there. Suddenly get his cock in me wasn't as important. I dug my heels into the bed to shove his face in my crotch. I didn't care if he stopped until I had him up to his ears. Holy fuck, that felt good. He made me cum again. Even better than at the restaurant.

This was the point he should probably come up and fuck me. I laid there whimpering. He slowly licked and sucked one cunt lip then the other. I got stuck between wanting to cum again and never wanting to stop. I felt myself cumming softly a couple of times as Dad controlled the pace.

As I got into a relaxed state Dad tried to suck both cunt lips into his mouth while getting my clit in there, too. I'm not sure what he did, but I was cumming all over his face in seconds. He wouldn't stop. I couldn't take any more, but I could not quit cumming long enough to say anything.

I went limp in the bed. The bed he shared with my mother. He stopped what he was doing to me and gave me a couple of brisk kisses right in the middle of my slit.

"Still want to fuck your stepfather?"

"More than ever!"

I was already flat on my back with my legs spread wide. All he had to do was crawl between them and feed his cock into me. I didn't want to be bothered with the mess from the virgin deal. I had gotten myself off with a hair brush earlier in the day. That was one of the things on my to do list. It stung a little, but there wasn't much blood.

Now I was a woman ready to be fucked. Dad brushed the head of his cock against my cunt lips. With both hands still on the bed he managed to find the right spot in my gaping slit. The head went in easily. I was so wet the first couple of inches were in me with no effort.

Dad started nudging into me with slow, short strokes. I could feel my pussy spread as his prick entered me. I started fucking back at him. He picked up his speed. I felt full. His balls were resting against my ass. My cunt walls were tight against his shaft.

Dad kept thrusting into me. While doing so he reached for Mom's pillow and put it under my ass. I could feel his cock go in deeper.

"It changes the angle. You got a little more, didn't you?"

I could just smile with tears my eyes. I was so happy to have my Dad with his cock buried so deep in me. I had it all. It must be a big one or Mom never would have been interested. This was so good. I was wondering what the hell was wrong with Mom?

Dad made me cum, a couple of little ones compared to what his mouth had done to me.

We both looked down and watched my little pussy take the length of his cock. My pussy would push inward as he pushed and the lips would try to follow his cock on the out stroke. I was fucking my Dad and I was loving it.

"So, how's that pillow working out?"

"Umm, really, really good!"

"Do think we should was the pillowcase before she gets home? It's kind of nice, her being here with us like this."

"If we didn't she would be in a panic thinking it was from some guy and her, with her forgetting to change it before she went to babysit."

"I guess we shouldn't be harsh on your mother."

"Yes, we should! It's just now I understand why she wants to do this all the time, but I don't know why not with you"

"It's not the cock that she is after as much as she is getting strange cock and thinking she is getting away with it. If she wasn't cheating she probably wouldn't care is she fucked guys or not."

"Have you ever cheated on Mom?"

"Only with her daughter!" Dad laughed.

"I hope you just mean this daughter!"

"You got it! I love you Jenny."

"I love you, too, Dad.

Dad and I spent the rest of Mom's trip fucking. I learned to suck cock. I loved the taste of Dad's cum in my mouth and got to where I wanted to swallow every load. We got a chance for sex at least once a week while I still lived at home. After I got my own place I'd time my visits hoping Mom would be out getting laid so I could be fucking Dad.

Now that I explained my eighteenth birthday I need to take back up where Mom returned from babysitting for my sister's vacation. 

Mom had been to Indiana before and apparently had a guy there she was letting screw her. I heard them making plans on the phone. During the day when the kids were in school Mom was meeting up with the guy. He was fucking her everyday and slipping in when the kids went to bed at night.

My sister found out what was happening from a neighbor that saw her leave and followed her. It's hard to not be spied on in Indiana. 




Jennifer's Story



After Sis got back from vacation, and before Mom left to come home, Sis caught Mom with her husband. They supposedly were up for a midnight snack. When Sis checked my Mother was giving her son a hand job in the laundry room. He later confessed they had been fucking each other the last couple of visits. I don't know why someone didn't tell my stepfather what happened.

Mom strayed often enough from home that I was getting chances to be fucking her husband. I moved out, married, had kids, and divorced. Mom continued to fuck around, yet seldom missed Sunday services. While I lived at home I usually went with her. 

Dad wasn't much of a Mormon. He'd help out neighbors and the like. Not a lot of money went to tithing. He wasn't much for Church activities. I could see where he might feel that way. Mom would do a subtle version of her flirting in church. Anything to be the predator she was and to turn a man's head.

When Mom and I would come home from the Sunday activities Mom would have a meet up going on and soon after arriving home she would be off again somewhere. Leaving me with her own husband while she fucked someone's else's man may not have worked out like she thought it was.

As soon as Mom would start the car I would strip my clothes off in the kitchen and look out the window at the smug look on her face as she drove away. With me bent over the sink Dad would sink his hard cock in me from behind. He would start to pump into me nice and slow.

"How's that feeling in you Jenny?"

"Oh, God, Dad. I do love the feel of your cock spreading my cunt walls."

"Get talking like that young lady and you'll have my load of sperm flooding your womb before you are ready!"

"You know I'm always ready to feel your seed inside me, Dad. You are starting to throb and swell. Mother wouldn't be happy if she knew your cum was in me before she got to Main Street."

With Mom staying in heat for hard cock Dad and I would end up watching the Broncos play football together. This time was much like the others. Dad pulled out of me in the kitchen and went to sit on the couch. I'd follow him in and sit on his cock.

I'd be taking him balls deep from my position above him as the game would come on behind me. I liked facing Dad so I could tease him with big firm tits. If I could get a hard nipple in his mouth I could get him to totally forget about third downs for a while.

This time was memorable because Mom's luck ran out as the man's wife must have messed up their plans and Mom didn't get fucked as long as she hoped for. All I know is that the game was still on when we heard her close her car door in the driveway.

Dad had already made me cum a couple of times. I was doing a reverse cowgirl. Dad was playing with my tits as her reached from behind me. The game was going on and I had just decided to grind down hard on Dad's cock and drain his balls into me. I loved the feel of that first spurt from Dad's cock.

I know we gave Mom a few extra seconds to get in the house because Dad was just ready to lose it when we heard the car door slam. She must have been in the door as I took the last of his seed. When I stood up to run for the bathroom as stream of Dad's cum fell out of my open cunt and hit the floor.

A glob of cum hit the carpet and threaded out from just past the coffee table. I stopped and looked back at Dad on the couch. He just folded his cock back in the pants and was shifted to hide the remaining hardness. Our eyes met with the wonder if either of us could get to it to clean it up.

Mom came around the corner into the family room. She spoke to Dad in a less than sugary tone. It was obvious her cock session didn't go as planned. The game was still going on. Dad and I were usually on the couch watching 60 minutes when she came him. 

I got to the hallway and got my shorts and top on. As she moved in my direction to speak to me as I stepped back into the room. She stopped directly over where I leaked on the floor. Dad and I locked eyes and then watched Mom in hopes she had not noticed. As she stepped back my little spill looked all the more obvious.

Mom's eyes went to the carpet, up to me, and over to Dad. She had seen it. We waited for the screaming to start. Instead she stepped back over it, place one shoe right on the glob itself. She shifted her foot a little and tried to drag across it with her shoe.

I looked at Mom's dress hem. Directly below it, along side her knee was cum running from her inner thigh. Mom must have left her panties off. She was thinking it must have slid out of her.

Dad was giving me an "act innocent" look. I was standing five feet from Mom. We each had a leaking cunt. Hers from a load from whoever's husband she was fucking today, and mine from her husband, my stepfather that I love so much.

Dad saw I was looking at Mom and I guess could tell it was cum running out of Mom's pussy and past her knee. I was trying to hold my cunt lips tight by rotating the toes of my feet towards each other. That battle was being lost. I could feel another big shot of Dad's seed start down my own leg.

"Well, Mom. I hope you got all your errands done. I was just headed for the bathroom when you came in."

"Yes, Honey. I need to get to my bathroom, too."

I looked at Dad's cum, now smeared on the carpet. When I looked up Mom was looking back up as well. Our eyes met as if to acknowledge what it was. When I came back into the family room I sat and watched the rest of the Broncos game with Dad.

Mom came out of their room with a glass of water. She held it and watched the game with us for a few moments. Then as she moved away some water "accidentally" spilled from her glass.

"Oh, My Golly Heck. Can you believe I stood here and spilled water on the carpet?"

"I'll get that for you, Mom."

"Oh, no. It's my mess. I'll get it!"

It felt good to get one over on the old cunt. She could clean up sperm from Dad that was in me any time she wanted to. If was so funny seeing her on her knees cleaning up what she thought leaked out of her.

That's the way it was for us. Dad and I. Fucking at every opportunity. I'd gone on birth control as soon as Dad fucked me the first time on my 18th birthday. Mom had no problems with getting pregnant. She had her tubes tied after having me.

Changes came for us as I guess I wanted a man I didn't have to share with my mother. There aren't a lot of choices for men in Southern Idaho. Then one day I was at a store getting gas when my car wouldn't start. A couple of young boys helped push my car aside. 

There was a garage on the next lot to the store with a "Mechanic on Duty" sign on the door. I'd seen the guy out there. Older than me, tall, and skinny. I made my way over his direction. I entered the door with the sign. Kenny was leaning under the hood of what must have been a project car. No one could afford what that car needed.

"Hi, can I help you?" Kenny had a nice smile and pleasant voice.

"My car over there won't start." I pointed towards it setting off to the side.

"Let's go see what's wrong." He grabbed a rag and a couple of wrenches.

A quick tightening of a battery cable had me going again.

"That was great how much do I owe you?"

"It all depends ... did you loosen that cable so you could meet me?"

"What? No, of course not."

"Darn! Well, in that case I'll charge you five dollars."

"And, if I had?" 

I liked the flirting. I could feel my nipples harden in my shirt. I stood to poke them a little more at him.

"If you were trying to get me to ask you out it would have been free."

"Yeah, too bad. You are sweet, but too old for me." I handed him a five dollar bill.

"No, seriously. I'm only twenty seven. I just look older."

"That's pretty old for me. I'm still just eighteen."

"Okay ... dinner and a movie! My best offer."

"Well, okay you are cute and kind of sweet. I guess it won't hurt me. My parents say I have to be in by nine."

"Really?"

"No. Not really. Now give me my five dollars back."

Dating Kenny was more fun that I thought it might be. I had Dad to fuck me so it wasn't like I was in it for sex. Matter of fact, I felt like fucking Kenny would be like cheating on Dad. And, I liked the way Dad fucked me.

Four months later Kenny and his blue balls asked me to marry him. I accepted.

"If I marry you, I get all the benefits ... right?"

"Since you are marrying me you can have the benefits right now."

We went to his place and I let him fuck me for the first time. As much as Kenny was tall and thin his cock was long and thin as well. He went in deeper than Dad, but I felt myself clenching to feel full. I felt terrible for what I had done.

When I got home Mom was already back from her Relief Society meeting. She had been about an hour late, but that had less to do with what happened at the meeting as opposed to what she probably had between her legs afterwards.

I wasn't the room more that two minutes until Mom decided she need to shower. She probably felt a load running down her thighs again. I had my own sperm getting away from me. It's nice when a mother and daughter like the same things.

"Dad, I have to show you this first. Kenny proposed to me." I showed him the ring.

"Good for you, Jenny. You can't be an old maid. You are nineteen now.

I had turned nineteen. Mom was there for that one. Then after we cut the cake she had to run out for something. That gave us an unexpected quickie. For my birthday Dad and I both stayed home. We decided we would fuck in every room of the house as my birthday gift. That's what I got, and now even a bonus room

Mom almost caught us. She really was just running an errand.

So, anyway ... I'm telling Dad I'm getting married.

"I am happy .. but, I am sad. I let Kenny fuck me."

"God, Jen. It's not like you haven't been doing it several times a week anyway."

"Yes, but that was with you. Do you think you could fuck me just a little so it would be you last in there with me?"

In about two minutes Dad started pounding the hell out of my cunt and filled me with cum.

"What go into you? I know what just got into me. Nice load, Dad!"

"There was already cum in there. Your mother feels like that when she does fuck me. I just never expected it with you. It was all hot and slick and slippery. Plus, what you said about wanting in there last after him."

"Okay, then. I don't think I want to fuck him again anyway. I just want your seed in me. Even if I do marry him!"

It turned out my engagement didn't last long. Mom liked Kenny. I was working when Kenny came over early one afternoon. Mom changed into her robe with nothing underneath. She then offered my Kenny a snack and a drink. It should be no surprise that Mom gave him a cleavage shot that turned into full left tit.

Catching his expression Mom apologized and asked if seeing his future mother's breast bothered him. I got this from Kenny later as he tried to explain why when I came in Mom was leaning over with both hands on the couch and my boyfriend was feeding his cock into her from behind.

Maybe if they would have quit when Kenny saw me I could have gotten over it in time. Instead she asked him to keep fucking her until shot his load of cum against her uterus.

This was the only time I saw my mother fuck anyone of the dozens she had let screw her. It had to be with the guy I was going to marry. If she wanted to break us up she got her wish. I don't know if she ever let him fuck her again. If she thought I would tell Dad she was wrong. It was bad enough that he knew Mom was a slut without him knowing I had directly witnessed it.

My next boyfriend didn't happen until a year later. I was taking Dad inside me on almost a daily basis. Even going to fuck him a work. A couple of times I took a break at work and fucked Dad in the parking lot. I loved dealing with customers with Dad's cum fresh in my pussy.

The next boyfriend and I never had sex. I was getting the cock that I wanted from Dad. We date for a while until I dumped him. The feeling was that I was doing him a favor.

Mom hit a bit of a run of bad luck. A couple of her regulars moved out of Idaho. One guy's wife got wise and made it hard for him to get to Mom and there were a couple of family vacations that got in the way. That made it hard for Dad and I to fuck as much as I wanted him in me. Hence, the parking lot fucks and what ever we could do to get alone together.

Dad offered to get me my own place if I wanted it. It sounded good to me. Maybe more time for us away from Mom. I got the old furniture we had in the basement, plus my bedroom stuff and moved out. Several from the ward pitched in and I went from living at home to being on my own in about an hour.

All that was left was some boxes with my clothes and personal items. Dad and I thanked everyone and went back to get them. Mom had one of her "errands" to run. We loaded my remaining stuff and went to my new place.

We left things in Dad's pickup and went in to have our first fuck in my new place. I needed to put a sheet on the bed so we opted to have him fuck me from behind as I sprawled face first over the little dining table that had belonged to my great grandmother.

Although I prefer Dad to fuck me face to face and half him play with my tits, I love a hard fuck from behind. That's just what Dad was doing to me. Getting him deep in my drenched cunt wasn't a problem. He was soon fucking into my depths and lifting my feet off the floor with each thrust of his cock into me.

I guess I was getting loud. My nipples against the table top was adding to what Dad was doing to my pussy from behind. I started to cum just as I felt Dad's seed start to squirt from the end of his pulsing cock and flooding my spasming cunt.

Being alone for the first time in our own place. It was our place! I opted to stay naked after our fuck. Dad had on just a shirt. His cock flopped around as we started to put things away. We had locked the door and no one could see in at us.

Dad got back at me for teasing him about his soft cock swaying from side to side when his cum ran from me each time I'd reach to put something on a higher shelf. He sat back in a chair to watch me put away stuff in the kitchen cabinets.

I had a stool to stand on. Dad said he like the view from behind of my fresh fucked pussy leaking his cum each time I stretched to reach a shelf. Knowing he was watching made me add more of my own wetness to what was becoming a steady stream down my right thigh.

Having most of the kitchen put away we started on my our bedroom ... my bedroom ... no, it was our bedroom, and I was ready for Dad to do me on our bed. I grabbed the bottom sheet and started to put it on the bed over the mattress.

That view Dad was admiring earlier got better with me bent over at the waist. He was supposed to help, but got in behind me. The next thing I knew the head of his now hard cock was positioned between my cunt lips. I was ready. I pushed back into his crotch and soon felt is balls hanging between us. Dad began stroking into my pussy. Cum was pushing out each time he shoved into me, splattering at my feet on the carpet.

As much as I wanted his cum in my vagina I wanted this to be special. I had leaned forward to make him pull out with a plopping sound. Dad's seed dribbled from my open slit. Now laying on the bed I rolled over and beckoned him to fuck me with open arms.

He got between my legs. I spread them wide to open my slippery twat for him to slide his big cock into my waiting gash. I pulled him to me. My arms around his neck. My nipples pressed against his chest. I began fucking up around his hard prick. I could feel myself all squishy inside.

Dad's cock was giving me a real pounding. It was like he was trying to drive my ass into the bed. The next thing I knew I could feel him explode inside me. I started to cum with him. My pussy was trying to get the last tiny little of bit of length that could be taken into me.

We lay in each other's arms for almost a half hour. Dad kept kissing me our tongues sought each other our mouths. Then he would suck my nipple into his mouth ever so gently. If kept my cunt on fire. I wanted this to never end. Each little movement of his cock still in me brought a little of our cum out to run down my ass and onto our sheets.

Later Mom stopped by to see how we were doing. We had showered and dressed. I left my pussy alone. I wanted as much of Dad's cum in me as I could keep for my first night by myself in our place.

Mom offered some comments about what I had done and offered to bring over some more stuff to make the place seem more like a home. Dad had spent most of the day with me. With Mom giving advice Dad decided to go home. He hugged me a fatherly hug and said goodbye.

Mom watched him leave. We stood side by side looking at my little family room. Did she have any idea I was full of her husband's sperm? Probably not. If she smelled sex she would have thought it was coming from her own pussy. What a mother and daughter combination. Both of about ready to lose a load of seed, standing together discussing my new home.

The difference being Mom was a tramp. I was in love with my Stepfather. Much more than she ever had been or she could ever be. Dad and I had a lot of great fuck sessions at our new home. Mom continued to fuck whatever moved. She was constant embarrassment with all of her slutty flirting.

Several months later a friend introduced me to David. The pushed him at me like they thought I would end up an old maid or something. I guess I was old for a Mormon chick not to be married.

So, David wasn't so bad. I convinced myself that aviator glasses made him look like Tom Cruise. Maybe I should have a husband and children. I had everything David was looking for in a woman. A nice car, a nice little house, a good job, by then working in an office ... and I was pretty damned hot looking.

David decided we should get married. I showed Dad the ring first. He said he was happy for me. We were still fucking a couple of times per week. Maybe he could knock me up and we could blame David. It was a joke between us. I stayed on the pill.

David had moved us back to the Salt Lake area so he could be near his family. During my marriage to David Dad bailed us out several times. He signed for a new car and helped us get a house. He was just always there if I needed him. 

Dad and I got together when we could. The distance from Idaho to Salt Lake was a strain.

My husband and I didn't have a Temple Marriage like Mom and my Dad. Not that it would have helped any more than it did them. David, my husband, had a roving eye. While we were engaged her fucked an old girlfriend. After our son was born he got moved to a different office to a lower paying job because he was fucking a co-worker. 

A girl just expects her husband to be faithful. Sure, we all could use a little strange cock every now and then. Dad didn't get to visit often enough. I was looking for a little strange myself. On the other hand, David fucking some little slut was just unacceptable.

Times were never good for us. I couldn't keep him working. He kept taking classes for college. He nailed a couple of girls from on campus. I caught him with one of them at our house when I came home from work. 

Rather than pick up our son from his Mom her brought this whore home and fucked her on our couch. The least the freeloading son of a bitch could do was not be fucking other women while I supported him.

After three kids and ten years of marriage David and I divorced. I found out he was banging another co-worker. By then I had paid his way through college. He got a better job than me and left me with lots of bills, including house and car payments. He tried not to pay any part of them, nor would he pay reasonable support for his kids.




Jennifer's Story



According to the law, children born during the marriage were the responsibilities of the husband. Dave thought we had three kids together. There is a funny story about that. Every time I'd go home to see my folks I'd get pregnant. Dave liked to joke it must be the water.

The first time I got pregnant David had to go out of town for a training seminar. I decided to go see my Mom and Dad ... with full intentions of fucking Dad. Mom had her usual excuses for going out and it worked out just fine with me.

Dad knocked me up on that trip. That trip was my whole fertile period that month. I had been off the pill for three months. David and I were using his much recommended , and church approved rhythm method. Dad and I used it, too. We hit such a rhythm that the walls would shake from the guest room bed banging against the wall.

Our son was born nine months later. David was worth a shit for math. Lucky me. He never had a doubt and was so proud that he bred his little wife.

Our daughter wouldn't have been the fault of the water either, expect Dad said he liked the Idaho water that he brought with him. That's all we drank while he was at our house. David was working full time job for a short stretch. 

Dad had come down to help with some repairs on the house and install a lawn sprinkler system. I'd tease him inside to fuck me a couple of times each day. Dad had to work like hell after the last time he'd drain his cock in me until David would get home so his work would show some progress.

In addition to my daytime cunt reaming, David had softball practice twice that week. Each time he and his buddies would go for a beer. Dad would fuck me in our bed. I let David sleep where Dad screwed me and not change the sheets.

Fucking Dad was nice. His cock is a couple more inches than my husband's. Nine months later our daughter was born. When the due date was near David commented that he shouldn't have let me drink the jugs of Idaho water.

Baby number three came after another trip back to Idaho. My car was not running and I had to take the bus. Still, getting back with Dad made it worth it. And, Dad made it worth it to me. By then we could have fucked in the house with Mom there and she wouldn't have noticed. 

Some wife had complained to the Bishop about Mom fucking her husband. I think Mom was preoccupied with getting the Bishop to fuck her so he would leave her alone about the other men.

That's when the shit hit the fan not long after I left. Word got out after the Relief Society meeting about the cum trail Mom had left all over town. Dad told me she kind of left him in a corner to where he had to move out to retain any respect in the ward.

At that time I was living with a man I didn't love that was cheating on me. The man I really loved and the actual of my children was living 200 miles away in an old mobile home in Idaho. Mom took Dad moving out to be the opportunity for her to hit the bars and start dating in public.

Now, back to my divorce. David was a real prick. Good riddance. Then was when I discovered eligible Mormon men my age were pricks, too. I tried dating. I couldn't even find one to suit me enough to get laid. The Mormon Church was no help. All my Bishop did was hit on me. I might have fucked him and got some groceries for my kids. They weren't going to make my ex-husband act like a man.

Dumbass David married two more times. Each time to a woman with a better house and income. The motherfucker was born to be a human sponge.

Then I met Phillip that was not Mormon. Phillip wined and dined me. He had a better job than mine. I fucked him and was happy to do it. He was coming to see me several times per week. His dick was a bit short. 

Just getting an injection of sperm in my pussy on a regular basis was great. He told me he was divorced. Then that he was getting a divorced. Then the truth came out was still married. I continued to fuck him anyway. Sharing a husband was no longer new to me.

Time went on and nothing changed with us. I was fucking him so he had no reason to leave his wife for me. Then one day I ran into them at a store. He had told me she was ugly and mean. She was pretty and smart. Out relationship ended with me telling him to make a choice. He did.

I was back to trying to date again. My life was in a spiral. My bills going unpaid. I was about to lose my house and car. There was no one in the dating pool of any interest whatsoever. I got health problems and my teenagers started acting like shit. I finally broke down crying to my mother. She called Dad.

My father was quick to console me and ask me what her could to to help. This why I wanted to tell the story about my Stepfather and me. He left Idaho to move in with me ... and help out with things. The first thing he helped out with was my vagina. It needed a lot of attention.

When he backed that pickup truck full of his things into my driveway. I waived him inside. I motioned him into the bedroom. I was taking off my clothes as I went. When I went to turn around before I got in bed Dad was already naked, and right behind.

I felt like stopping a the side and taking him from behind. Instead I wanted him face to face, groin to groin. If I wasn't ready when he drove up, I was ready now. I spread my legs, exposing my wet slit. I patted my pussy and told him to get where he belonged. 

He shoved his hard cock into my waiting cunt and we fucked until I realized the kids were about due home from school. I rocked him hard and muttered something about the kids. He filled me with the sperm I was missing so much.

That night after the kids were asleep Dad came into my bed. We fucked each other for an hour and fell asleep in each others arms.

We barely woke up before the kids. Grandpa in bed shouldn't come as a shock. I had been divorced three years. The kids were fifteen, thirteen, and nine. I wouldn't have had to explain. They would have figured it out. 

Mostly Dad and I would screw when the kids were in school. Some nights I would slip in to ride his cock in his bed. Then every other weekend we had the house to ourselves to play the newlywed game. David had what he thought were his kids. I was getting him for eleven hundred per month in child support. The cocksucker deserved to pay.

Mom had to leave Idaho. The word was out about her there. She moved in with an old lover in Salt Lake that still lived in our old Ward. I don't know what the Mormon ladies thought about that. Mom seemed to care for the guy. They reunited over the internet. Maybe Mom was becoming an honest woman.

With Mom back Dad talked about divorcing her. That would mean he wouldn't be my stepdad any more. I liked the idea of what we had ... something a little taboo. Mom and her guy were okay with leaving things as they were.

I'm sleeping with my stepfather now. I love having Dad next to me at night. It was the kids idea. Like I said, it was their idea. Welcome to Mormonville!

Finally, Mom and I sort of became friends That's when I learned more about my self.

"You know honey," your grandparents divorced and both remarried."

"I knew that. Maybe we just aren't the marrying kind!" I joked with her.

"You don't have to tell me, but I don't think your children belong to your ex-husband."

A smile was the most she was getting from me.

"I took a liking to my stepfather, too. That's where I learned there was no such thing as too much sex."

"That may be more than I need to know, Mom."

"Well, you and your sister belong to him. Sort like of what you have done here."

"Oh, My God, Mother!"

"Sorry!" You know how the LDS Church and Mormons love their genealogy. Wait until they see the print out on this family tree!"



Jennifer's Story



This is a piece which is based on reality and fantasy both. It grew out a series of correspondences with the mother in the story, both her true feelings and her incestuous imaginings. It is the clearest writing I know of that delves into the authentic carnal desires a woman has for her son and why. When and if any actual intercourse ever takes place it will be used to rework the story. I know you will get off on this great tale of love and lust between a true mother and a devoted son. 

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I am writing this to seek advice and guidance from other mothers who have similar feelings. My story is unfolding yet and not finished, but it has gone far enough that I am in uncharted waters. I am a mid-forties, well-educated, happily married woman; who is having an affair with my eighteen year old son, David. I know it is a dangerous thing, but I just can't help myself. 

I was surprised by how it developed, and until several days months ago I never would have foreseen it. Now I can't seem to think of much else. I have always had a highly active libido, which is one reason I had our first child, a girl, in my teens. Martin and I did get married, after the baby came, and have been devoted ever since. I was pretty young; our daughter resulted from an unfortunate, ill-timed "session" in the back seat of Martin's car, where I proceeded to get carried away exactly at the wrong time in my cycle. My mom and dad were devastated, but Martin was a responsible father and agreed to marry me to give our child a family. Neither of us has ever regretted it. 

Martin is in sales, which requires quite a bit of travel, keeping him away from home a good deal of the time. We both hate the separation, but the pay is so good we hate to complain too much. It does get lonely around the house, for a wife who needs her husband, and two teens who worship their father. Anyway, we endure it as best we can, trying for as much together time as we can muster. 

The only downside, really, is the fact that Martin is the only man I've ever been with, so my "experience" level as far as diversity is concerned is very limited. Just lately, the sex life between us has hit the typical middle-age couple problem, my drive has intensified while his has slowed. His frequent and extended business trips have not done our love life any good either. 

This "thing" with my son has grown out of a recent and totally unexpected event which has served to fan the flames of my desires for the sweet illicit sex we eventually came to have. As you can probably surmise from my above comments regarding my husband's prolonged absences, my sex life has been reduced to something approaching celibacy, and this girl has reached the age where my boiling libido needs some sweet relief - prolonged - and often! If I had my druthers. 

But here I am in a comfortable home in a friendly southern city and in the mood. But my spouse isn't home and I wouldn't think of extending southern hospitality to a male friend (well not seriously so far). The mood is definitely making things uncomfortable, like an itch you really have to scratch, but also sort of a thirst to be quenched; no..., not quite the right analogy yet. Perhaps like being tired, you need to rest at least once a day, and you need a lay at least once a day too, at least I do! Horny is a feeling that tends to hang around until you've "put it to bed". Then once you think it has been satisfied, it pops up again and hangs around some more. 

Just like my horniness, David hangs around me much of the time. He is very attentive, especially when Martin is away on business. There are many evenings where we will be home alone watching TV and he is reluctant to go to his room. But I enjoy his company so much I find it difficult to be a serious disciplinarian. And even when I think he has gone to bed and I can have some privacy to masturbate, up he pops again (just like my horniness), to get water, to pee, to remind me of something about tomorrow's events. 

Sometimes, his timing would catch me as I was beginning to pleasure myself. I now wonder if that was his purpose all along, on those evenings he wouldn't go to sleep. I ponder also, and it excites me to imagine it, if he might have spied on me as I diddled. Might he have masturbated too, watching? The thought is making me juice right now. I must ask him about that someday. But what happened between us perhaps started on one of those evenings when he didn't want to go to bed and we continued to talk. 

David is my joy, my delightful boy. I still think of him as my little boy, even though he's rapidly growing into a very handsome young man. David is precious, so polite and considerate, demonstrating none of the rebellious demeanor so common in young teenagers these days. He and I are very close - and I do mean very - and getting closer! He still comes to me when he's hurting and I put my arms around him and we comfort each other. He has no hesitancy about hugging me. It's a treat for me too. 

One Friday evening Martin was a hundred miles away and my younger daughter Sherry had gone to one of her friend's home. David was sitting very close to me, as we often do, watching TV and talking about anything that comes in our heads. Lately, we've been discussing dating. He's been out a few times and has several girls calling him (as cute as he is I can see why), pestering him to come over. So far, he's not expressed any strong interest in dating; most of the little he does comes by way of peer pressure from his friends, who think dating is the thing to do. 

David told me that he considers most of the girls in his class silly and boring. What really got me the other night, during one of our 'private sessions', was his confession that he was looking for a girl like me to date, but couldn't find one. I was never so overjoyed in my life. What a perfectly beautiful compliment to pay his 45-year-old mom. Unconsciously, in motherly gratitude, I reached over and hugged him tight to my breast and kissed him warmly on his neck. 

Then to my delight and surprise, he hugged me back and started kissing the side of my neck and along my ears (I'm sensitive as hell there), and he seemed like he didn't want to let me go. I reveled in his attention and just helplessly fell back against the sofa and let him kiss me as long as he wanted. We finally broke away after several minutes and looked into each other's face. As I bent to kiss his cheek, he turned his face and pressed the warmest and sweetest kiss I ever had right on my lips. I swear lips are the softest I've ever kissed! 

"I love you mom, you're the best and prettiest girl I know." 

I was overwhelmed with ardor for him right then and in spite of any misgivings that I might of otherwise had, I leaned over and pressed my lips to his one more time, and whispered something like, "I love you too, my son, and I always will. You're my little protector when your father is away..." That remark made him beam with pride. I could see his eyes light up with fire as he looked over at me, with a strange glow in his expression. I hugged him so he could feel my breasts pressed up against him, it gave me a little twinge of excitement at the time as well. 

It was the very next week that he had taken ill with a mild fever and ended up crawling into my bed to spend the night beside me. I awoke in the middle of that night to find his shivering body spooned tightly against mine, and his poker-stiff erection buried against my ass. I realized his body was involuntarily reacting to me like any normal male. But my reactions were the feminine side of the coin; I was turned-on by his hard penis. This led to more later. 

I've considered the question of the possibility that our marriage might be broken up over the incestuous affair I am having with David. Such a possibility certainly exists, if the affair is improperly handled, or one of the parties gets on a guilt trip and spills the beans. I'm not so worried about Martin finding out. It's my daughter that concerns me more. Other girls in the house can sense a sexual tryst long before any man can. 

What would Martin's reaction be if he discovered our son and I have been intimate? There's the rub. I would say severe shock and disbelief. But I really don't think he'd divorce me over it. Instead, he'd probably insist on extensive counseling and a strict accounting of my behavior, with probable forgiveness...in time. But even under these terms it would not be good if he found us out, that's a fact. 

When David's first 'sleep-over' happened it was not so long after Martin and I returned from a much-welcomed get-away to a spot where we were able to relax in serene privacy, just the two of us. As I explained, he travels so much these days that we don't get too many opportunities to be together, so I like to take advantage of every opportunity we have to be intimate. Then, after our return, my hubby was once again on the road. "It comes with the territory" as they say in sales, but nothing was cumming at home! When I get really get horny it's kinda like a sort of craziness! 

This first 'sleep-over-with-mother' was a couple of months ago, during one of my husband's two-week-long trips. David came down with some minor illness, a low-grade fever, which necessitated a few days in bed. One night, while I was getting ready for bed, David came to my room complaining of chills and asked if he could sleep next to me to keep warm that night. Being a most understanding mom, I let him crawl in bed and sort of cuddle up beside me. In no time, we were both asleep. 

Then, sometime in the night, I woke up to find David's body pressed tight up against mine, spoon fashion, with his right arm draped over my shoulder and his hand casually resting against my breast. His breathing was even and relaxed, and I had no doubt he was asleep, and had merely adjusted his body against my back to get comfortable. But what I also noticed with alacrity was his hips pressed against my butt, and the obvious presence of his erection buried in the crack of my ass. Unconsciously, so I thought. 

The novelty of the situation was amusing at first, but after awhile, I could feel a slowly increased pressure and slight movement of his hard-on, which felt ramrod stiff, worming its way against my ass. All of a sudden, I felt this rush of lust spread thru my entire body, which I was powerless to control. Then like a bitch in heat, I pressed my own hips back against his erection, and adjusted my position so that my son's cock was pushing against my panty covered bush. In moments, I was dripping wet, and wanted to fuck so bad I could hardly control my body. Visions of sweet incest flooded my mind, and I strangely felt no shame. 

David seemed to still be asleep, or faking it well. Eventually the movement slowed then stopped and I drifted back to slumberland too. When we awoke the next morning, my shortie nightgown was bunched up around my hips, while my son's leg was resting over my naked thighs. I looked over at him, sleeping like an angel and wondered if I should let him sleep with me again. The question wouldn't leave me. I thought back to the sort of things that had been going on between David and myself in this new perspective. It was clear now that my son had been signaling me his physical attraction, but I had been missing the extent of those signals. 

I thought to myself if we did commit incest I would not go into it lightly. But I wanted to accomplish it in a way that would absolve me of any overt guilt in the eyes of my son. So I decided if it were to happen, David would be the one to seduce his mother in his own way, proceeding slowly, deliberately, with nature calling the shots, and me passively brought along. That's what I thought! Hah! 

So David was warm for my form? Well, why not? I'm kinda short and petite, 5' 2", weighing in (a little too heavy to suit me) at 135 lb. Vital statistics (in case you're keeping score) tap out at 34(C-cup)/26/38. Although I work out, I can't seem to take any inches off my thighs and butt, which remain a little heavier and broader than this girl would like. 

But, hey, after three kids and 40 odd years, I guess I can't complain that much. The guys say I'm cute, which is OK with me. My hair is dark brown, currently cut short, my eyes, green. My libido, which will probably be my downfall, runs decidedly warm. In essence, I have a strong sex drive, always have had, which is only increasing as I get older. Unfortunately, this is not in synch with my husband's, which seems to be rapidly cooling off, and his frequent absences certainly don't help cool my ardor. 

Oh yes, David had been showing physical feelings for his mother. And I must admit, vice versa a little, although if we weighed our feelings on a scale of intensity, I'd say they would tilt in David's favor. He's been much more demonstrative about it than I, after that night he spent with me. Since then, as we hugged each other before bed every evening as usual, the dear boy has tried to kiss me on the lips, but I deterred him by turning my cheek. Kissing on the cheek is not as chaste for me as you might think, as I find that contact a romantic turn-on from a guy I find attractive; as I did now my son in that way. 

I was afraid he might be coming onto me too quickly after the events of the other evenings. And his aggression was a clue that maybe his guileless snuggling that night wasn't quite as innocent as it might have seemed otherwise! This meant that I would need to be even more vigilant of his attempts to get more than close, to get - in fact - intimate with me. The poor boy is going through that awkward period of puberty. I can see where coping with those hormone changes can elicit strong urges. Urges would get the better of both of us, as it turned out! 

Well, after that night with my son, the incest switch got thrown on, somewhere deep inside my psyche. Now I had the hots for my boy, like he evidently had for me, I was ravenous to read about, and if possible see, anything on the subject. Thank Heavens for the Internet! There was lots of stuff, but mostly men with girls or anti-abuse articles etc. But here and there, a story and sometimes a picture. There was one photo; OMIGOD, if you were trying to seduce me into an incestuous relationship with my son, that photo certainly pushed all my right buttons. 

That perfectly delightful photograph captures the very essence of my fantasy. A youth, much the build and light tawny hair of my own youngster, and nestled snugly between his mother's welcoming thighs, is deliciously fucking her. As a mother of a virile male with very, very similar buns and build and even appearance to the kid in that pic, you can't imagine the heat generated inside me when I saw it. Being so lithe and athletic, with his marvelous erection sprung from his loins rigid and ruddy, it reminded me of the inexhaustible sexual appetites of young males like my son, David. 

I see that picture in my dreams every night - with David's face attached. Whew! I can just picture my David between my open thighs doing what we both know needs to be done. The look of rapture on the woman's face only added to my temperature rise. If anyone has any more of these, I'd love to see them. If you only knew the effect it has on me! Well; that one picture set my pussy aflutter, and raised my incestuous urges to a fever pitch. The taboo urge for sweet incestuous sex seems overpowering. I searched and found there were illustrations from an imaginative artist who calls himself "Pandora's Box", depicting many more examples of the mother/son incest theme, which I could view. It has become a standard source of erotic material to feed my fantasy about David. I masturbate with these sensual and poignant drawings on the computer screen at night when the rest of the family have gone to bed. 

When I saw those wonderfully fulfilling illustrations of young men, either coupling with, or sexually aroused around their naked and willing moms, I could only compare their lust with what I perceive David's to be now with his own mother. At another site, I was also discovered an image I was especially drawn to, a photo of a pair on a nudist beach supplied by an author "Oediplex". The mom, standing there in sensual delight beside her young son, who was sporting the most delicious ramrod-stiff erection, maybe 5+ inches. My God, it's so beautiful - so perfect, such a sweet penis! I could just picture it slipping between the slippery lips of his mom's thick bush. 

My pussy just dripped when I saw them. I can't remember when I've been so turned on. I swear, if David had come up to my computer that night, as I was drooling over those photos, I would have opened my gown, eased his pajamas off and given him the most ardent blowjob any guy ever had. After that, I would have taken him to bed and let him consummate whatever he wanted to do with me. As it was, I crawled into my bed with the wettest pussy I can ever remember - coaxed my slumbering husband out of a sound sleep - and then surprised him with a sweet midnight coupling. 

The reading of the incest material sparked an intriguing thought. What of the idea of my husband getting it on with Sherry. Sherry is my younger daughter; the little vixen is a perfect alter ego of her over-sexed mom, and at 19, is plunging into the dating scene with wild abandon. So boy crazy it's scary, too wild and scary to suit her dad and me. The more I dwell on it the more alluring the idea of Martin and Sherry becomes. Maybe if we were both to partake, we would spice up our own (very lackluster) sex lives. Just fantasy, though, neither of them would ever go for it (or would they???). Who can tell? 

What of my reaction if Martin were to have sex with Sherry? Very interesting question, with a myriad of deep overtones. In one respect, I wouldn't mind, if it were by mutual consent. In fact, the thoughts of such a sweet union give me a very damp pair of panties. Sherry adores her father and they often embrace, much like David and I do. 

My daughter is also exceptionally attractive and unfortunately prone to flaunt herself and flirt around any male she's close to. I can't judge the inner thoughts of anyone else, but I do realize that any man with an ounce of sexual vigor would have to be desirous of my darling daughter. Martin admires her, I know, and I've seen him look her up and down when she's dressed in something revealing. Does he have fleeting thoughts of fucking her? I'd say it has crossed his mind, although he's never let on to me. 

Did I begin to have fantasies about my bedroom experience with David? Oh my land, yes! I definitely had more than a few. Such nice stories to warm my nights (and my labia). I don't know what highly sexed woman (which I admit to being) wouldn't under the same circumstances as that evening. A stiff male erection poking against your sensitive ass in the middle of the night, when you're already horny as hell from your husband's long absence, plays havoc with any girl's libido. Is it any wonder I had thoughts about sex with my son? But they were just thoughts until the other evening. 

As the days past, I sensed we might be reaching a critical threshold very soon. The way he was moving in on me, it wouldn't be very long before something very warm and wet happens. He was getting braver and braver, and I did nothing to discourage him in our privacy together, very content to let him explore and advance his relationship with me at his own pace. God! it's so exciting, just sitting there and wondering what he will try next. My only concern, which I am very careful with, is avoiding any overt action between us, either physical or verbal, when others are around who might see or hear, which might give rise to suspicions. 

This was getting more difficult as David's confidence around me gained momentum and he felt surer of himself. We now kiss more openly, when the other family members are present, but not the type of kiss we enjoy in private...more like a little peck and a little love bite, not enough to draw suspicion, but just enough to keep us going. This is one of my ideas, so if we are ever seen kissing, it won't seem so unusual. Yes, David and I have French-kissed...ohhhh yeah!. Things progressed from a goodnight kiss, to a good morning kiss, to a good afternoon kiss, to just a hello kiss, to a private cuddling-on-the-sofa kiss...oh my goodness...Frenching those soft, tender! lips of David's is sooo sweeett! 




Jennifer's Story



Amazingly, the second 'sleep-over-with-mommy' was shortly after another rare week Martin and I had been able to get away together, just the two of us, to rekindle some of the physical delights we've been denying ourselves for too long. After the holiday, Martin was off for Washington (again), leaving his vulnerable and very horny little wife to fend for myself for five whole days and nights. Funny, but sex makes me just want more sex, know what I mean? I was very intrigued to find out if David might try to push things a bit. I thought to myself, 'we'll just have to see, won't we'? 

I personally feel the best way proceed in any mother/son relationship is to allow the first sexual contact to originate spontaneously from the son. Let him advance at his own natural pace, by permitting him to feel his way along...with little or no rejection on the part of the mother. So sleeping together is, to me, the most effective way to allow a young man's urge to experiment in a natural fashion. With the mom pretending to be asleep, she can profess innocence, while still allowing her curious son to go as far as he can. It could best of both worlds. It was! 

What was a girl to do, when she receives the invitation she had been hoping to get for weeks? The other Saturday night, David came and sat by me for TV until bed time, then he leaned over and whispered to me. We were alone again so there was no need to whisper, but in a sense it was a 'secret' request anyway. He asked in a hushed voice if he could "sleep over with mommy, tonight" I asked why, both not to seem too eager, and to see what his motivation was. He said, "I just want to be your protector, Mom, with dad gone again". I wondered who was going to 'protect' him from my desires? 

We sat for the longest time with the TV totally ignored, just focusing on each other. David scrunched even closer, slipping his arms around my waist like we had done previously. This time his soft, tender lips were permitted to meet mine in a more open kiss which permitted a little tease of my tongue against his. Warming to this more adult kiss, his arms clutched me tighter, pressing my titties against his chest. After several minutes of fencing tongues and rapid breathing, I began to need air, so I reluctantly broke our sweet reverie, suggesting it might be time to head upstairs. 

I was wearing just a brief teddy, with a wafer-thin wisp of cloth passing as panties bulging over my very prominent bush. For our downstairs togetherness, I had a robe on, but now I hung that up and slid into my bed revealing to my son's eager gaze a warm vision of my warm heavy thighs. It was warm enough that we didn't need much covering and I only pulled the sheet up. 

I heard the toilet flush and David came into the master-bedroom; he had on a loose pair of pajama bottoms. They were his old ones, much too tight, with the elastic waist straining at his boyish hips. The fly was gaped open, revealing to my excitement, a shadowy glimpse of a most delightful pink cock playing peek-a-boo through the hole. With very little hesitation, he got under the sheet with me and we snuggled together in an innocent manner to start. 

Then we kind of settled down as if we going to sleep. At first, I was turned to the center, with David facing away from me. This gave me a moment of doubt as to what the night would bring, some anxiety about if my expectations were off the mark. As I was feeling a little let down, and since I also was a bit sleepy I turned my body away from him to face my side of the bed. After some minutes of drowsy anticipation, my little seducer rolled over and slid his warm body up against my backside. With a mutual deep sigh, we found ourselves spooning again, as with our first 'sleep-over'. Soon enough I felt him snuggle up even tighter, and my heart started to race. 

My 'protector' put his arm over me and his hand settled close to my (braless) right breast, just underneath the pillow of flesh. I could feel his breath in my hair. I was surprised by the erotic sensation and its effect on me. In anticipation of what might lay ahead, I felt my body heat rising. My son was making me hot! I pushed my rear back toward him to see if he was aroused too. His little stiffy was at attention already. 

He responded by prodding my butter soft ass with his now iron-stiff erection, which precipitated the first flow of preparatory juices from my cock-starved vagina. He had to be warm too, I was sweating and so I flipped the sheet back. This movement gave the contact between boy and backside a teasing brush, which seemed to signal to David that he was free to take the next step. His hand crept up to slowly touch the swell of my bosom. Then, after sensing no rejection from me, I felt his hand lightly cup the lower portion, with just the faintest of pressure. This was so tender in made my heart surge, I took a very deep inhalation and this gave David's hand on my tit an even firmer grasp, as his fingers extended over its surface, feeling for my now rock-hard nipples. 

This gentle touch lasted for some minutes, such that I thought maybe he had drifted off to sleep (how naïve of me). Then, I felt a tiny movement behind me, again a hint of nudging with the muscle bar of my babe. His hand slid higher almost to the nipple, which was firm with its own point of mother's love. His scrunching became a bit bolder as I made no objection and did nothing to discourage him by any movement. Indeed, I was anxious for this to continue, without thinking about consequences. But I still lay quietly as if asleep, to encourage his sneaky exploration. 

The truth be told there were impure thoughts in his moma's head. I would have loved to turn to him and take his lovely penis and testicles in my hands and do some exploring of my own of his genitals. Remember, up until then, I had never seen his fully erect cock, although I had felt it's heavenly pressure against my nylon covered cunt during our previous sleep-over. I would have loved to take his meat-stick in my mouth and pleasure him, holding his tender balls adorned with the light brown fuzz of youth, and feel them as they jumped when he released his rich, sweet boy-cream into my throat. I might even tickle his anal rosebud just to spice my boy's climax. 

Now, I detected a definite rhythm to David's pushing. So I made a slight tug on my nightgown to raise the hem above my waist to allow a better feel of my son's hot-dog on his mother's enticing ass. Then, with the tenderest of movements befitting a master seducer, I felt David's hand move to fit the tip of my breast in the center of his palm. What lust that aroused in me! I really began to flow down at my pussy. My son's dick suddenly touched me sans pajamas; the only 'protection' now was a mere dainty strip of cloth. I guessed what had happened; David's junky bottoms had slid down with the rocking to rub his rod up against his mommy's ass-cheeks. 

I was now more than ready for what was coming, so I began to subtlety bump back against his erection,, not enough to be perceived as overt, but just enough to suggest an involuntary reaction to a delightful stimulus. It was maybe five inches long or so and smooth as far as I could tell. I could clearly feel the circumcised head of his dick, as it made the shuttle from tailbone to my sopping nether lips. 

Now my kid knew I was awake and cooperating with his efforts. I wondered when Martin had had given him the father / son talk about sex; I was sure that David understood the facts of life. Indeed, we had watched a PBS program together on the biological mechanics when he was in Jr. High. I pondered if his body's movements were intuitive or by design. I decided that if he didn't know exactly what to do, then his natural instincts were quite on the money. 

His hand moved down my side just at that moment then slipped under the fabric and back up to administer direct manipulation of my supple mammary. He gently squeezed the best water balloon he had ever held. That sent an electrical charge from right there to my cunt. I knew I was a goner for this sensitive child-of-mine's seduction. I felt him struggle to rid himself of the PJs. This motion had the effect of placing him slightly lower against me and thus his thrusts were now aimed more into his mother's soaking crotch. WOW! 

This was heady stuff, indeed I felt giddy at the new angle of attack. The gusset of my panties was a drenched twisted cloth that was covering my opening but not much else. My sloppy soaked crack was slicking up the head and underside of my kid's cock and had become super-sensitive. Now every slide was a moment of excitement and frustration with the desire for more, for penetration. Could I be so wild and wanton to actually have sex with my son? I comprehend that was where we were going unless I put a stop to it. 

Questions floated in to my head as to whether this was something that we could deal with. It wasn't common certainly; it wasn't anything I could share with anyone else. It had to be kept secret. With that realization of the need to keep clandestine our activities, I also understood that we were about to cross the line from the awfully naughty to true incest. But that rang no alarms in my head, set off no warning sirens of guilt. I was ready and eager to have sex with David. I felt certain that this was a special way we could share our love on another level, an intensified relationship between us. 

I put my hand on David's that was cupping and tenderly squeezing my hyper-sensitive breast. Without any word spoken I took his hand and manipulated his fingers to begin tugging on my now engorged nipple. My gown was raised to expose both my teats, they longed to be licked and sucked, but my baby was busy elsewhere. He got the idea of milking the gland with his fingers, while his slow thrusting at my genitals was beginning to quicken and have an urgency that I easily recognized. Yes, and I was hot to trot too. 

Then, it happened. The moment we both had anticipated could be fulfilled that night. I felt David's dick press at the spot where only my undies kept us from the ultimate act of incest. He pressed very hard, but the material was like a maidenhead. Then I felt his hand move down to between my legs and fumble with the fabric. He managed to catch the left edge of the dainties and drag the cloth to the side. Drawing back from the solid stabbing of his man-stick momentarily, David drew the barrier aside and I held my breath, this was it! 

Tentatively, now; gently and so sweetly, easy and slow, David pushed at the lubricated labia. This time there was no resistance, nonetheless he only gradually edged the cap inward. It was like torture to my starved pussy, yet an exquisite pleasure I desired more of, indeed, all of. The motion continued at this snail's pace, contrary to the urgency of earlier. Now David was gradually getting deeper. The burning bulb at the end of his boner was followed by the silky smooth shaft of virgin flesh. Halfway to heaven, it climbed upwards in the channel of my vagina. Then, with a little extra push, my son had fully bedded his virgin cock in the heated damp of his mother's clutching pussy. 

I was thrilled at the completion of our union at last. Though it was hardly the full fat six inches of my spouse's penis, it was so sweetly satisfying to have my baby back inside me, if only a small portion, and the best part of his body to be in there of course! I felt a huge burst of love in my heart for my darling daring boy. He was so special and he made me feel attractive and alive with passion. His charming ways and little subtle come-ons, and constant compliments had been a tonic for my ego. He wanted me, and that was just plain exciting in a most highly erotic way. 

I suddenly wondered how much he would cum. Did guys that age have bigger volume of jism? Might he not have a rich load of boy cum to anoint my thirsty cunt? I hoped so, for I reveled at the sensation of feeling a male member climax inside of me. It was for this very reason, that I detested condoms, never allowing my husband to wear one. Suddenly I had a shocking realization ... I wasn't protected!! 

Martin and I had decided to not have any more children years ago, so rather than depend on the usual method of birth control (the pill), which I had an allergic reaction to, we opted to avoid intercourse during the ten-day period around the middle of my menstrual cycle. So far, this had worked just fine, but its success depended on my keeping my sexual couplings on a rigid schedule. (Not like when we were kids!) "My God," I thought with rising panic..."when was my last period...am I in my safe cycle...oh shit...I've got to think...but I can't...his cock feels too damned good! "Oohhh baby... fuck me, fuck me nooww ... fill me with your hot sweet cream!!" I screamed as I came. 

With the permission given and entrance gained, the youngster began to stroke in and out with vigor. I found the sensation was highly charged, almost electric, as the sex act between me and my and son was consummated at last. I knew David had to be in seventh heaven, to be losing his virginity and with his favorite girl too, his mom. I moved with him and it only made things even more intense. I could tell by his rhythm he would peak soon. I worked to be right there with him when he did. I felt that it would be perfect if we mutually orgasmed together, for his first time, for our first time. 

First time? Was there to be a second? Though I knew the answer to be a positive one, I had no time to think about the implications, as David started to cum, lunging as deep up in me as his boy-toy manhood allowed in that position. With the first throb of my beloved David's cock, my trigger was pulled and I let it happen. The contractions began in my womb and spread out, radiating through my whole body. When it hit my brain in a second, I began to moan. 

"Yes, David, Sweetie! Give it all to mommy, let it all go, oohh! that is soo good!!" David could only make little grunting noises and his inexperience young body was spasming with the sexual ecstasy of his orgasm. His penis pulsed in time to my heartbeat. My second climax was so close to the first they almost seemed continuous. The shot of burning semen from my boy's tool was beautiful and sent my over the top again. My juices flowed down to wash his dick with the lotion of my release. 

Both of us were gasping for breath, and sweat poured from our skin as if in a sauna. We lay there in the after math of the momentous event, the culmination of our lust, the consummation of our love now linking us physically too. I was not really sexually satisfied, as I was so intensely turned-on by our coupling. David with the vigor of youth and raging teen hormones was still stiff. After we had calmed down some, I turned toward my son and new lover. I managed to shed my top and panties. Now both of us were naked. 

There seemed no need to speak, as if the sound of a voice might break the spell. We kissed, and kissed some more. We hugged close, David's peter still stiff against my abdomen. My hands went down my son's back and clutched his cheeks. We Frenched, the boy was becoming an accomplished lover, bright child he is. The lad made to crawl on top of me and this horny mother welcomed my new man between my legs. After making out a little more by just lip-dancing, my juvenile paramour dropped down to rediscover the delights of his mom's nipples in his mouth. 

I guided him from one side to the other to give both the attention they craved and to prevent them from getting sore, as David was quite enthusiastic in his suckling. This had the added benefit of placing his erection smack dab in the middle of the playground he had been frolicking in a just little while ago. I could hardly remember a more delightful set of sensations in a long time. I made my hips to tilt in unison with his beginning to rub again. I felt my son get harder and longer even. The tip of the glans was mashing my clit as it came up and dipping into the well as it went low. 

Again he entered me as the double rocking made the ideal approach possible. This time I could feel him within me right up to the bumping of his pubic bone to my pubic mound. He was definitely deeper this session and this position added almost another half inch to the probing. As well, the corona of the head was much more a presence and added to the pleasure of his stroking. I began to have some little orgasms as he continued his labors. I lifted my butt in that ancient dance with my lover, my experience and his freshness a thrill for each other. I opened completely for him and he bounced his bottom to beat-the-band banging at my crotch. 

His plunging sword made my scabbard slick with lube, his downy sack tapped on my tush, the boing-boing of his nuts were knocking at my asshole. Now, he was no cub but a young tiger, rutting in my pussy. The thrill was more than I could handle as I was overcome with the biggest cum I could ever remember. David kept plowing; all the while as after-shocks were arriving one after another for his mother, as this incestuous pair we had become made love. 

The kid became a jackhammer driving his hips into me in the most of delirious pleasure for both of us. He was losing his virginity with his best girl, his mother, me! I was getting my hottest fantasy fulfilling, my cauldron cunt brimming with fresh frothy spume from my David. In my mind's eye I could imagine his cock shooting volley after volley of rich youthful sperm, the very thought stoked the fires of my smoldering cunt even more! My battering-ram Romeo pounded into my jelly slick ravenous pussy. 

David's second cum overtook him then. With it I experience the final elevation rocketing me to somewhere-over-the-moon, as he blew his exploding cream within my cunt. We froze in the timeless second of maximum thrust, hard-connected, peak of paroxysm - orgasmic intensity. Then, with an instant melting, my new lover and I collapsed in an exhausted embrace. We both lay like that as his penis at last shrunk and exited, exhausted but satiated and totally happy. Drowsily, I kissed my son and said, "David, darling, you did that so well! You are going to make the women in your life very happy!" 

The boy-become-man, looked at his me with his beautiful face and spoke. "Mommy, I love you. That was REAL nice, but I don't want to do it with anybody else but you alone. You're my favorite girl. Can I be your 'protector' again some time?" 

I smiled broadly as I gazed at the face I loved even more than before. "Sweetheart, when ever daddy and your sisters are gone, you can be my 'protector' anytime you want!" With that, we kissed and David put his head on my breast as a pillow. That's how we fell asleep. My last thought before I drifted off with my son lying cradled in my thighs was that with the morning our story would continue. 

It's been several days since I wrote the above. These past days...with the kids being out of school...having their friends over...all the commotion...has been wild. But this mom just soaks it up. I wouldn't have it any other way. Makes me feel young again to have the young crowd around. Plus, it has the added advantage of giving me so many more opportunities to practice my flirting. These young guys would be sooo tempting to this frustrated older mom ... but now I have a young man to help me scratch that constant itch. 

It doesn't take much to get my juices flowing, which means I frequently have to assuage my libido with my trusty black jelly vibe, which is gonna need new batteries soon at this rate. I've found I can scoot back in my seat...unzip my jeans...and slide that humming pleasure probe right up against my pubes...switch it on and then let my pent-up lusts wash over me as I associate myself with an incest story-line or picture. Instantly my panties started developing a decided dampness. I guess I didn't realize how much these fantasies have stimulated me to get it on with my son until it finally happened. 




Jennifer's Story



David is coming onto me more than ever since school ended and he graduated. The little bastard likes to act like the man of the house with me to impress his male friends ... you know, hugging ... and kissing ... and acting "familiar". Since he knows I eat up the attention, he has little worry about me scolding him, for it (and I don't) ... so long as he doesn't extend it too far like making a grab for my titties. David is regular with his shows of affection, always trying to putting the pressure on me to give into our lust again. He is all over me with hugs, throat kisses, tickling, and immodest fondling of my butt (which is driving his mom up the wall). The only times he lets me alone is when Martin's or his sis is around. Then, he's the perfect gentleman...innocent as a lamb...but randy as a ram! 

David, my son wants me sexually all the time now. I can feel it with every fiber of my mind and body. My love for David knows no bounds. When we sit on the couch in those moment of privacy, holding each other, whispering endearments, my mind drifts back to both when he was a babe and to when he was incestuously intimate, his mouth clamped to my breast, and an utter peace pervades my body at such divine moments. 

Dare I risk continuing such a love to assuage my own sensual urges, as well as his own? Once that first incestuous joy is experienced, especially from one so young, once that rock hard cock is buried in his mother's clutching pussy, his desire is forever fixated. So we cannot stop after just one encounter. Like a girl-friend of mine is want to say...you can't sit a starving man (or boy) in front of a luscious banquet and expect him to take only one bite. Much less a sex-starved, full grown, red-blooded woman could be expected to abstain from feasting on her filial filet, I say! 

Why do I have such a burning yearning for sex with my son? One factor is the incredible naughtiness of the act itself, which is driving my own desires. Sexual frustration within the marriage is another big factor, and for me an overriding one. Martin's sex drive is at an all-time low... abysmal, it would seem, most tragic for a wife whose own libido is continually running hot. In short, poor Jennifer was about to climb the walls, until David filled the bill, hole, me! 

And I wanted him, not only just to quench my sexual heat, but also to satisfy another innate need ... to teach my son how a woman needs and wants to be loved. A mere youth does not know the extent of the sexual game ... if a mother were able to teach him with love and sensitivity, to draw him out, to educate him in the ways of a woman's sexuality what a treat for both! If a mother could start him young enough, just think what an accomplished lover he would become. 

The fortunate girl who secures such a man would never give him up. The joys would be too intense. A loving husband and a virile adept lover would almost guarantee a long stable marriage. So many men just don't know what a regular and good sex life means to a woman. Certainly Martin could use a refresher course, though I doubt my mother would be open minded enough for the teaching position! But now that thought, Martin and his mom, has gotten me hot again. LOL 

My biggest concern is that we will be found out. The consequences of that calamity cannot be measured, so it is essential that strict ground-rules be observed. Beyond that, trust is paramount. Most young men cannot keep a secret, especially when it concerns sexual adventures. What better adventure than a mother taking her own son's virginity? The other concern is what happens afterwards? Yet even given this fact, a mother must weigh the emotional consequences that could result. Maturity must be factored in. I think that David can be discrete, as he seems to know that this is covert behavior and must be totally private between the two of us. 

But as I stated at the beginning, these are uncharted waters, which is why I am writing. To seek other mothers' help and direction, get their perspective on this untamed, unbridled lust for my son. Do they go though the same temptations? How did they handle things, if their son got frisky with them? Did any ever make love to their boy and how did things go? Did any become pregnant? (That is an exciting thought in fantasy, but a nightmare in reality!) Did they get caught and if so what happened? 

I seem to only have questions, no answers. No answers, save one; when David says he wants to sleep with me next time we have the place to ourselves, I'll answer "Yes!" Then I want to get him into the shower with me the next morning. I have no doubt he will rise to the occasion! LOL As for me, I am looking for guidance, but the direction I am taking is decidedly naughty and hyper-exciting. What do you say mothers of the Internet; do sons make good lovers? Write to me and share your most secret thoughts. You have read mine here, if this touches you in that special place, please let me know too!



Jennifer's Story: A New Beginning



This is a follow up to the earlier story: Uncle Billy and his Little Slut.

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Jennifer stood and looked around her empty room. Ever since Uncle Billy had gone to work at the other end of the country, she hadn't felt happy at home, and was now moving out. Thanks to her dad she had got a new job out of town, and she was going to live with his brother until she got on her feet financially. She hoped it wouldn't be too long until she could afford her own place though, she would rather have her own space and not have to answer to family members.

"Are you ready then Jenn?" her dad called up the stairs.

"Coming dad," she shouted back.

Picking up her suitcase she took a final look at the room and headed downstairs. She gave her dad the case to put in the car, said goodbye to her mum and walked out of the house and got in the car. As her dad drove out of the gateway she looked back, waved at her mum one last time and then turned to face forward. 

She would still be there if Billy hadn't left but, without him here, the house felt strange. The two of them had enjoyed some of the hottest, riskiest sex she had ever known but the day he left was the last time she enjoyed it. She had tried to fuck Billy out of her head but every man she went with was too nice to her, something that Billy knew how not to be at times. He could be rough and abusive, and frequently was, and that was what she missed the most.

Sitting next to her dad she tried to remember what his brother looked like, it had been quite a while since she had seen him. She was sure he was larger than her dad, about 6'3", a lot more muscular with shoulder length brown hair and piercing green eyes. She just hoped he was a lot easier going than her dad, he could be too over-protective sometimes.

The drive took them a couple of hours but her dad eventually swung his car into a long driveway and up to the house. The one good thing about her family was that they all lived in nice, big houses thanks to all the hard work they put in to their chosen careers, and dad's brother was just the same.

As dad pulled up outside the front door his brother came out to meet us.

"Hello Paul," dad said to him shaking his hand.

"Hi David it's good to see you" Paul said. "Good to see you as well Jennifer."

"Hi Uncle Paul," Jennifer said.

"Well come on in the pair of you," Paul said. "Dad is looking forward to see you David."

Jennifer had forgotten about granddad. Paul had taken him in when his wife had died, instead of putting him in a care home or leaving him alone. Still she always liked her granddad, he had always bought her sweets and gifts when she was younger, and she would like being around him more.

"Take your stuff up to your room Jennifer," Paul said. "It's the middle bedroom."

"Go on sweetheart," her dad said, "I'll be in there talking to dad."

Jennifer did as Paul said, she didn't want to listen to the three of them talking man stuff, and walked up the stairs. She took a deep breath and, not knowing what to expect, she opened the door. This room was so different to the one she had at home, it was bigger for a start and had a large flat screen TV on the wall, stereo system, games console and massive four poster bed. There was also more storage than she had clothes for but she was sure that, once her wages started rolling in, she would be able to fill them quickly.

Leaving her case on her bed she went downstairs to her dad, Paul and granddad.

"Hi granddad," she said as she walked into the room and kissed his cheek.

"Hello Jennifer," he replied. "How are you?"

"I'm good thanks granddad," she replied. "And the room is gorgeous Uncle Paul thank you."

"Well we can't expect you to sit down here with us lonely old men," Paul replied and burst out laughing.

The four of them sat in the living room talking for about an hour when Jenifer's dad got up.

"I suppose I better head home," he said. "And you behave for Paul and your granddad."

"I will dad I promise," she replied.

"I'll make sure she does David you don't need to worry about that," Paul said.

Jennifer went back up to her room and watched as her dad drove away, leaving her behind, a small tear forming in one of her eyes. Turning back to the bed she opened her case and started to unpack, laying everything in piles before putting anything away. She took her suitcase off the bed and slid it underneath, and was just about to start putting her underwear in the drawers, when there was a knock on her door.

"Are you decent Jennifer?" Paul called through the closed door.

"Yes I am come in she called back."

The door opened and Paul stood there, his massive frame filling the doorway. Jennifer looked at him and saw that he looked just like she remembered him, except that his hair was shorter.

"Hi Uncle Paul I'm just putting my things away," Jennifer said.

Paul didn't say anything, just stood there watching her.

"Are you okay Uncle Paul?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes I'm fine," he answered, "and you can drop the use of the word uncle, I think you're too old for that now."

"Okay and I meant it this is a really nice room thanks."

"You know when I said to bring your stuff up when you first arrived," Paul said.

"Yes and I did."

"I meant put it away as well."

"Sorry I didn't realize," she answered not liking the tone of his voice.

"Seeing as it's your first day I'll let you off with this one," Paul said sternly. "But this is the only time do you understand?"

"Y-Y-Yes Paul I understand," she answered with a stammer.

"Good now get on with it I'll be back in fifteen minutes and expect it done," He said and walked out of the room.

Jennifer about jumped out of her skin as the door slammed behind him, and wondered why he was being so hard. She realized that it was going to be hard for the two of them having a young woman in the house, she just didn't expect him to be like that. She hurriedly put everything else into drawers and the wardrobe, she would sort it when she came to bed, and waited for Paul to come back.

Exactly fifteen minutes after he had walked out he returned, this time entering without knocking. He didn't say anything as he walked over to the drawers and pulled them open.

"Not very tidy is it?" Paul said.

"I was going to do them when I came to bed," Jennifer answered.

"But I said fifteen minutes."

"Everything is away," Jennifer said.

"Do I have to tell you each individual thing separately?" Paul shouted. "Away means tidy as well."

"And I said I'll do it when I come to bed." Jennifer snapped back.

As quick as a flash Paul was across the room and standing just inches in front of her.

"Who the fuck are you shouting at?" Paul screamed in her face.

"Stop it Paul I don't like you being like this." Jennifer pleaded.

"Then in future do what you are fucking told right first time," Paul bellowed, "or else you'll be sorry."

"Why what will you do ground me," Jennifer shouted back, "I'm twenty-fucking-two years old."

"I'll show you what happens to little sluts with big mouths," Paul bellowed and grabbed her wrists.

Paul pulled her up off the bed, swung her around and sat down himself, still holding her wrists. He pulled her towards himself and down over his knee.

"Get the fuck off me Paul," Jennifer screamed.

It was the first time she had been called a slut since Billy had left, and memories of him came flooding back to her.

"Please Paul don't," Jennifer begged.

"You need to learn Jennifer," Paul said, "and the sooner the better, for all of us."

She struggled to free herself from his vice like grip but it was no use, he was a lot stronger than Billy was. She stopped struggling and resigned herself to the fact that Paul was going to smack her ass, what she didn't expect was what he did next. Holding her with one hand Paul gripped the waistband of her leggings and ripped them down, to just below her knees, exposing her panties and ass.

"Paul don't," Jennifer begged again.

"Just be quiet slut," Paul said, "and be thankful it's your first day, I will only give you five."

Every time he called her that word, Billy's word, all she could think of was being back at her mum and dad's with him. 

"One," Paul said as his hand came down, hard, on her panty covered ass cheeks.

The sharpness of his hand stung a million times more than a wasp sting, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Two, three, four," Paul continued, each time bringing his hand down hard and fast.

The stinging wasn't as bad as it was the first time and, to her shame and embarrassment, she realized that was she beginning to actually enjoy her punishment. She had never been spanked before, in fact she had always shied away from physical pain, but the crotch of her panties had started to get damp, and got damper with each slap that connected. 

"Five."

As his hand connected with her ass for the last time a massive orgasm tore through her body and she let out a loud moan. Before he said anything he pulled her leggings back up.

"Maybe now you will get things right the first time," Paul said.

"I will Paul I promise," Jennifer answered still bent over his knee, tears in her eyes and her panties soaked.

"Good girl."

Paul held her as he stood up, so she didn't fall on the floor, and then just walked out of the room. As soon as he was gone Jennifer turned her ass to the mirror and pulled her leggings down so she could see. Clearly visible on her, extremely red, ass was the shape of Paul's hand. She ran her hand over it, wincing a little at the heat and stinging that was still coming from it, before putting her hand down the front of her leggings and into her panties. She couldn't believe it as she felt how wet her pussy was, she hadn't been as wet as she was for a long time, even Billy had never made her cum as hard as she just had.

Once she had pulled her leggings back up she emptied her drawers and put everything back again neatly, bras in one drawer, panties in another and her special lingerie in a third, along with her sex toys. After doing the same with her clothes in the wardrobe, she cleaned her face in her private en-suite bathroom and then went downstairs.

"Hi Jennifer have you got everything away?" Paul asked, as if nothing had happened.

"Y-Yes I have now," she replied.

"Jennifer! About time you joined us."

"Hi granddad," Jennifer said turning around and seeing him standing in the doorway. 

"It's going to be really nice having you here for a while," her granddad continued.

"Yes it is," Paul added, looking straight at Jennifer.

After a few hours sitting, and talking, Jennifer announced that she was going to go up to bed and watch some TV.

"Goodnight Jennifer, see you in the morning," granddad said.

"Goodnight granddad, goodnight Paul," Jennifer replied.

"Night Jennifer pleasant dreams," Paul said and watched as she walked out of the room.

Ten minutes later Paul got up and headed upstairs. Standing outside her door he listened carefully, her TV was on, but not really that loud. He couldn't hear anything else, no movement, nothing so headed towards the bathroom. As he stood having a piss a smile crossed his lips, it was going to be good having Jennifer around. 

He thought about how soft and unblemished her ass had been before he spanked her, and how she had pleaded for him not to do it. As he thought about it his cock started to stiffen and he began to stroke it, before stopping, putting it back in his trousers, flushing the toilet and heading back along the landing.

Stopping outside Jennifer's room he listened again. Still all he could hear was the TV and he looked at his watch, it was half past midnight, she must be asleep. He headed downstairs, locked the house up, told his dad he was off to bed and back up the stairs to his room. Once inside he pushed his door to, leaving it open about four or five inches, and climbed onto his bed. He lay there, the only light coming from the dull lights on the landing, and listened for his dad coming up to bed.

Seeing his brother had made him realize that having the old man there was holding him back. He hadn't been able to go out at night for a long, just in case he needed him, and he wished he had told David that now Jennifer had left home it was his turn to look after him. 

He must have lay there for thirty minutes before he heard the lights downstairs being switched off, and the old man coming up the stairs. The lights on the landing went off and he heard his dad's door shut. As soon as it had he sat up and swung his legs off the bed. He walked out of his bedroom and down the landing back to Jennifer's room. After listening for a couple of minutes Paul opened her door slowly and crept inside.

Jennifer was lying on the bed, completely uncovered, and in her underwear. Paul stood at the end of the bed and stared at her. Releasing his semi-hard cock from his trousers he started to wank slowly, his eyes never leaving her body. 

As he wanked he began to think about her naked ass across his knee and how easy it would have been to slide his fingers into her pussy, and made a vow to himself that one day he would.

His wanking became more furious and he had to stop himself from calling out as the first stream of cum shot from the end of his cock, just missing Jennifer's legs, and landing on her duvet. Finishing as quickly as he could, cum running down the front of his trousers, he quietly hurried back to his own bedroom. He quickly stripped his clothes off and lay down under his duvet. In his rush to not get caught he didn't notice that his dad's bedroom door was no longer fully closed. 

As soon as Paul had shut his door his dad came out onto the landing and made his way to Jennifer's room. Although he was in his sixties, sixty-two to be exact, he could still maintain an erection and cum. This was probably down to the fact that he still enjoyed adult films and masturbated at least once a day, if not more. 

Paul had no idea that every time he brought a girl home his dad would fantasize about fucking them while wanking furiously.

Opening Jennifer's door he walked in. Jennifer had rolled onto her front and was still sleeping soundly. Her granddad took one look at her ass before opening her underwear drawer and removing a pair of her satin panties. Putting them in his pocket he stood and stared for as little longer at her perfect shaped ass, his cock stiffening as he did, before leaving and going back to his room. Once inside he took his clothes off and looked in the mirror. 

Even at sixty-two his body was still in fairly good shape and his cock would have put a lot of younger men to shame, including Paul. Picking his trousers back up he removed Jennifer's panties from the pocket and rubbed them over his body, before wrapping them around his cock. Standing in front of the mirror still he started to wank with the panties, the feeling of the satin exciting him even more than the thought that Jennifer would be wearing them at some point in the future. 

As his arm began to ache his legs and balls tensed and cum erupted from the end of his cock, with all the force of a fire hose, splashing against the mirror and starting to run down. He didn't cum as much as he used to but when he did it was a lot thicker and whiter than it was years earlier. He stared into the mirror watching each jet of cum splash against it until all he could do was let the last bit drip from the end of his cock onto the floor. Using Jennifer's panties he quickly wiped the carpet and mirror clean before climbing into bed. Closing his eyes he drifted off to sleep and, as he slept, he dreamt that Jennifer was walking around the house dressed in just her underwear, and making sure he didn't have to wank anymore.

When Jennifer woke she climbed out of bed, not even noticing Paul's dried cum stain on the duvet. She walked over to the window and opened her curtains. It looked like it was going to be a nice day so she went over to the wardrobe and picked out some nice, light summery clothes. 

After choosing her underwear she got herself dressed, gathered her dirty clothes from the day before and the underwear she had just removed and headed downstairs.

Paul and her granddad were both up and sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee and a bowl of cereal each.

"Good morning Jennifer," Paul said looking up as she walked in.

"Morning Paul, morning granddad," she said and took her clothes to the laundry room.

As she went she didn't notice both of the men staring at her ass. She also didn't realize that if the light hit her skirt at the right angle her thong was clearly visible underneath, giving Paul and her granddad a perfect view of her firm, rounded ass. Paul was still staring as she came back into the kitchen, her granddad having finished his breakfast and left, and got herself a coffee.

"Did you sleep okay Jennifer?" Paul asked.

"Eventually yes," she replied. "This house gets awfully warm at night."

"Yes sorry I didn't warn you about that."

Jennifer drank her coffee and went over to the sink, washing all the breakfast pots that were in there, before going to the front room. She had only just sat down when Paul came storming in.

"Jennifer follow me into the kitchen please." He said sternly.

"Why what's up?" She asked.

"Just do it."

Jennifer jumped up and, afraid not to, followed Paul wondering why he had changed so suddenly. When she caught up with him he was standing by the sink holding one of the cups she had just washed.

"What's wrong Paul?" She asked.

"Look at this cup," he shouted.

She walked over to him and took the cup. Looking at it she saw that there was a small brown stain at the bottom of it.

"Did you wash it or just show it to the sink?" Paul asked angrily.

"S-Sorry Paul let me do it again," she replied nervously.

"I think you better do it all again,"

"O-O-Okay Paul."

As she filled the bowl and put the pots back in it Paul stayed in the kitchen. She had only just started to wash the first of the pots when she realized Paul had moved nearer to her.

"Do them properly this time," he said as he whacked a large wooden spoon across her ass.

"Fucking hell what are you doing?" Jennifer shouted.

"Making sure the pots are done properly," he replied as he brought the spoon across her ass again.

"I'm fucking doing it."

"Who the fuck is you swearing at?" Paul asked hitting her for the third time.

"Please Paul stop it." Jennifer pleaded.

"I'll stop it when you get the job done correctly." Paul said.

For each pot that she picked up Paul brought the spoon crashing against her ass. Tears were forming in her eyes as she tried to continue with the pots, hoping Paul would stop once they were finished, finally picking up the cup that had caused her so much pain.

"Just think Jennifer if you had done that cup properly the first time none of this would have happened."

She turned back to the sink, cup in hand, when she felt Paul grab her skirt. Before she could stop him he had pulled it down to the floor.

"PAUL!" She shouted.

"Well as that cup was the reason for your punishment," Paul began, "while you wash it you do it without your skirt on."

Jennifer stood frozen at the sink, cup in hand, when Paul put the spoon down. Seeing that made her feel easier, even though she was as exposed as she was, and she began to scrub the cup really hard. However Paul had put the spoon down for one reason. As she continued with the cup, Paul brought his hand back and slapped her on the naked ass, leaving a handprint next to the welts caused by the spoon.

"Stop it Paul please," Jennifer begged. "I've done the fucking cup."

She turned and showed him that she had removed the stain.

"It's your own fault Jennifer," Paul said. "I told you things here are done right first time."




Jennifer's Story: A New Beginning



"It's a fucking cup." She screamed, tears in her eyes.

"Would you be happy if you were given a cup like that to drink out of?" Paul asked.

Instead of answering him she put the cup on the draining board with the other pots, only to receive another sharp slap across the ass.

"Well are you going to answer?" Paul demanded.

"No I wouldn't okay," she said. "Now leave me alone."

She bent down to pull her skirt back up and, as she did she felt Paul's eyes staring at her red ass.

"Hang on," Paul said before she got the skirt to her knees.

"What now," she shouted.

Instead of answering her Paul took a step closer. Jennifer tried to step back, only the sink was in her way. Quick as a flash Paul reached forward and placed his hand on the crotch of her panties.

"PAUL GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!" Jennifer shouted.

"It seems to me that someone enjoys being punished." Paul smirked his hand on the damp crotch of her panties.

"Fuck off no I don't," Jennifer protested but she couldn't deny the wetness creeping from between her thighs.

"Have you pissed yourself then?" Paul asked.

"No but..." Jennifer started to say.

"But what Jennifer?" Paul asked. "Either you have pissed yourself or you are a dirty little slut that enjoys being humiliated and punished."

Jennifer didn't answer she just bent down to pull her skirt up and, as she did, noticed the front of Paul's trousers. It was obvious to her that being cruel was what got him off, the bulge level with her eye line told her that. Paul noticed that she was staring at his crotch and grabbed her by the hair.

"Looking at something?" he asked.

"N-N-No," Jennifer said. "Let go you're hurting me."

"Maybe you want to have a closer look," Paul said unzipping his trousers still keeping hold of her head.

"P-P-Please Paul I'm sorry," Jennifer said but Paul wasn't listening.

Reaching into his trousers with his free hand he pulled out his, fully erect, cock.

"Is this what you are looking at?" He asked pulling her head closer.

"I wasn't Paul honest," Jennifer said, staring at the cock inches away from her face.

"Liar," Paul shouted and twisted his grip on her hair pushing her down to her knees. "As you seem to like my cock so much maybe you want to suck it."

"NO PAUL I FUCKING DON'T," She screamed loud enough to wake the dead.

"Open wide slut," Paul ordered pulling her head forward by the hair.

Jennifer kept her mouth shut as tightly as she could as the head of Paul's cock, shining with pre-cum, touched her lips.

"I said open your fucking mouth," Paul said and slapped her around the face.

As soon as she went to scream at him Paul rammed his cock to the back of her throat, stopping her scream and almost making her choke.

"Is that fucking close enough for you?" Paul asked as he started to fuck her mouth aggressively.

Tears welled up in Jennifer's eyes as he thrust into her mouth time and again, keeping hold of her hair so she didn't try and do anything stupid.

"That feels so good slut," Paul said, "You just keep sucking."

Jennifer looked up at him with pleading eyes when he felt his balls start to tighten.

"Oh yes I'm going to cum slut," He said. "You are good at this."

He couldn't hold back and, after ramming his cock into her mouth a couple more times, he started to cum. Jennifer's eyes widened as jet after jet of his white, milky liquid shot to the back of her throat, causing her to nearly choke and gag.

"Don't you fucking dare spill any slut," Paul said holding her head still as he finally finished cumming. "That was so fucking good, don't you think so Jennifer."

Still holding her hair he lifted her head up and down, as if she was nodding and agreeing with him.

"You're right it was," Paul said. "We must do this again."

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and wiped it across her lips and cheeks before putting it back inside his trousers. Jennifer began to cough and splutter, trying to get her breath back.

"Go and get yourself fucking cleaned up slut," Paul said. "I don't want to have to smell cum on your breath all day."

Jennifer stood up slowly, pulled her skirt back up and ran out of the kitchen and up to her room. She slammed her door shut and threw herself on the bed. Why is he doing this to me, she thought to herself. I wonder what granddad would say if he knew. She lay there and sobbed for a while before standing up and tearing her clothes off. 

She was going to change as she didn't want to be reminded of what had just happened, and besides the crotch of her panties was that wet, due to the orgasms that she had been unable to stop, she felt like she had pissed herself.

Paul was still in the kitchen when his dad walked in.

"Alright dad do you want a coffee?" Paul asked. "I know I do."

"I think I will," his dad answered. "Guess you taught her to wash up properly then."

"I think it will be done better in future."

"That's my boy," His dad said. "It seems that I taught you well."

"You did dad," Paul answered. "Did you see the little slut, on her knees swallowing all of it?"

"Yes Paul I saw everything but don't forget I may have taught you everything you know," his dad said. "But I didn't teach you everything I know."