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Cumming Home

By: DireLilith



The news from the doctor was all good. Carl couldn't wait to get home, and get his wife into bed again. When he opened the door to their apartment, and the familiar scents of their home wafted up to greet him, he decided he shouldn't have to wait. 

Carl turned around and grabbed for Claire's wrist. He pulled her quickly inside the apartment, closing the door by forcing her back against it. His mouth gripped hers quickly as he kissed her, deeply. 

They had been married for four years now. Both were the top executives of a very relaxed company that offered great travel packages and benefits. They enjoyed a life of luxury and leisure. They had almost everything a modern couple could want.

When he had come into their expensive apartment, Carl's dark brown eyes had taken in the sight of what wonderful things his wife had done to their home-sweet-home. Her touch was everywhere, in the decorations on the walls, in the stenciling surrounding their coat closet...everywhere. He could smell the incense from her exercise room. And her perfume from the many fur jackets that were hung with care and wrapped in plastic until the proper time of the year. 

Claire was everywhere, and it made him want her all the more. 

He pushed his lips against her chin, her jaw line, her neck, his hands forcing their way into her dress top. 

"Carl, mmm," was all she said. 

She would never object to his lust for her, never in a million years. 

Carl pulled her breasts out of her sheer dress bodice, his mouth dropping wet kisses over each areola until her dark nipples were hard and erect. Then he nipped at them, teasing them with his tongue and teeth. 

Back up to her neck he went, his mouth dragging a wet trail across her most sensitive nerves until he was hissing in her ear. 

"Gods, Claire, I love you so much. Please, suck me. I want to feel your mouth on my cock." 

It sounded so crass, so dirty. But that was what Claire insisted she liked. 

"I want to always hear your desire for me in your voice, lover. I want to know I drive you wild and make you lose control." 

And she did just that. Claire had a sexy aura about her few women could brag about. With her dark brown hair wrapped around her head in a stylish French bun, and her dark brown eyes, so dark they were almost the color of obsidian or jet, she was a striking figure. But it was the way she moved, the way she looked at a man, any man, that made her sexy. 

Claire looked like she lusted for everyone, and everything. 

Slowly, Claire let herself slide down the door. Carl rested his hands, palms flat, on either side of the security box, his feet sliding back on their elegant tiled flooring until there was room for his wife to kneel in front of him. 

Claire's fingers were swift and accurate as she unzipped Carl's slacks and pushed his pants to his ankles. Then she was pulling down his boxer shorts, and her hands were flying over his already-rigid cock, stroking him. 

"Gods, Claire. You're so beautiful!" 

He gulped, feeling his mouth filling with saliva as he watched his wife moving closer to his cock. His head was throbbing, his member swollen beyond belief as Claire's fingers worked over it. He could feel her nails dragging on every vein and ridge, exciting and stimulating him. 

Then, as he watched, Claire opened her mouth. Her small tongue was wet, pink, and wide as she pulled his cock closer to her lips. Carefully, achingly slowly, she laid down his cock on her tongue, then dragged it up over the head of him. 

He couldn't help himself. Carl reached out a hand and gripped Claire's expert coif in one hand, effectively destroying the bun that had taken her the better part of an hour to get just right. He gripped the soft brown locks tightly in one hand. 

Claire pulled back and slowly led his cock to her mouth once more. He was forced to watch as she teased at him with her wet tongue. He could feel the heat of her breath over the head of him. It was such a delicious feeling that he soon felt a drop of precum oozing from the small slit at the end of his cock. 

Claire's tongue noticed as well. And she began to lap at the droplet, smearing it around the taut skin of his cock head. Carl watched as his wife pulled away, tongue still out as the cum made a silver spider silk strand from his sex to her lips. 

"Fuck, Claire....fuck..." was all he could say as he tugged on her hair. 

Claire came forward again, sucking in the strand of cum as her mouth neared his cock. She licked over his head, teasing and taunting him with her abilities. She knew he was going insane from desire, from how badly he wanted her. But she wanted to make him wait. 

He couldn't. 

Carl stood up straight, both hands in his wife's finely tumbled hair. He gripped it tightly, firmly moving her face closer to his cock. And Claire didn't object, knowing she deserved his aggression after teasing him so wickedly. Compliantly, she opened her mouth as wide as she could. And Carl looked down to see his cock shaft slowly disappearing into his wife's mouth. 

Claire's lips were a tight, wet seal around Carl's dick. He continued to push, forcing himself deeper and deeper into her mouth. He could feel the spongy back of her throat now. But he didn't stop. 

He wanted to feel it all. 

Further he pushed, until his cock was being forced to bend. Then, he finally began to drag his cock out of his wife's mouth. He could feel the ridge of the cock head dragging on the surface of her tongue. More precum oozed out of his slit, and Claire lapped at it as he paused, cock free of her lips, to look down at her. 

"Play with me, Claire," he said quickly, afraid he would lose the incredible high he was on if he spoke too much. 

Claire's manicured nails reached out just as Carl thrust his cock back into her wide, accepting mouth. Her fingers cupped his balls, tugging on his sack where it hung heavy between his legs just beneath his cock. He shivered, wincing as he breathed in harshly. Claire manipulated each of his balls expertly in one hand, while holding onto the base of his cock with the other, making sure he did not leave her mouth for too long. She tickled at his testes lightly, saving the stronger, firmer caresses for later. 

"Fuck, Claire, you're so wonderful, I love you," Carl gushed. 

He meant every word, and she knew it. 

Now, her fingers were slipping to the bare band of flesh that stretched from the back of his sack to his anus. Carl groaned loudly, bucking forward into Claire's mouth uncontrollably as her finger slid back towards his ass. Her nail teased dangerously over the sensitive area, and Carl could feel his balls tightening already. 

He pulled out of her mouth, holding her head still as he began to head fuck her lips. He dragged his cock in and out of her mouth, not letting her suck too long. Carl kept on head fucking his wife's face, looking down and feeling himself drool as he watched her puckered lips taking him in again and again. Her face was like that of a China doll, porcelain and perfect. And nothing looked better to Carl than to see that face engulfing his thick rod. 

Claire's finger crept further back, until Carl was gasping. She was teasing at his anus, ticking around the rim. She didn't push her nailed digit inside, but continued to torment him thus. He was going to cum soon, he knew. But he was beyond deciding where to blow his seed. He could imagine her face smothered in his cum, he knew what she would look like with the white liquid oozing over her chin and around her lips. Or he could jerk himself over her breasts, fondling them and pinching at them with one hand while the other stroked him into an orgasmic frenzy and he exploded, cum coating her dark nipples. 

No. He had a better idea. 

He continued to fuck her face, letting her finger tease him. Her nail dragged over the pucker of his asshole, and with each thrust out of her mouth, he was forcing himself back onto the tickling touch of her finger. He would cum soon, he knew. 

Quickly, Carl pulled out of Claire's mouth, pushing her to one side. She didn't even squeal as he turned her onto her stomach and tore her dress up over her backside. He ripped through her nylons effortlessly and with one finger pushed her thong panties away. 

There was her ass. 

"Tease me, will you," he hissed, chuckling. 

Then she was squealing in earnest as he forced his cock up against her asshole. He brushed against the puckered flower, dragging his cock up and down with one hand while the other kept her tight panties out of the way. 

Claire clutched at the rug in front of the door, protesting. But Carl ignored it. She had asked for this, teasing him so wickedly. She was naughty. And she was going to get it good. 

Into her he thrust suddenly, using the slickness of her spit and his precum as lubricant. Her ass resisted at first, then he was past the thick rim of muscles and into her asshole. 

Carl looked down in amazement at the feeling of his wife's tight asshole wrapping around his shaft. He was thrusting wildly now, watching the tight pucker stretch and turn red as it went around his shaft. He forced himself to head fuck her ass, just to see how it would feel. And it was divine. He could feel the ridge of the cock head as it popped in and out of the muscles. 

Carl reached a hand down under his wife's belly, pushing her dress out of the way. The change in position had slowed his own oncoming orgasm just enough for him to get his focus back. 

"Cum for me, Claire," he whispered. 

His fingers found her sex, forcing her panties aside once more as he slid his hand against her cunt. He cupped her, firmly, tugging at her short curly pubic hair. Then he was pushing his cock all the way into her ass, burying himself to the hilt as his fingers parted her pussy and spread her wide. 

Carl slid a finger into his wife's hot cunt. She was slick and wet and tight around his thrusting digit, and he stroked her deeply. She was moaning now, on hands and knees in front of him. In and out of her ass he went, fucking her deeply as his fingers delved into her sex. 

Claire came hard, her whole body giving in to spasms as he stroked her G-spot, finding and tickling the elusive tissue expertly. It had taken him years to find that special place that Claire couldn't resist. And he used it against her, to make her dance at his command, any chance he could get. 

His cock was swelling now. He moved his cunt-juice soaked hand over Claire's ass, dripping her sweet nectar over her own pucker. It made her slicker, hotter, and he began to fuck her vigorously now, for all he was worth. 

In and out went his cock. He looked down, watching as it swelled and swelled. At last, he was exploding, filling his wife's ass with his sweet husband seed. Claire cried out as he came, her head thrown back like an animal howling. Carl pushed himself as deep as he could, until none of his shaft was left. All of his sex was covered with the tight, hot flesh of her constantly constricting anal muscles. 

Panting, Carl finally withdrew, falling to the floor. Claire followed suit, exhausted. 

For several moments, the couple didn't speak. It took a long while before Carl's mouth was no longer dry. He smacked his lips together. 

Claire moved over to him and rested her head on his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt. She was smiling and he tilted his head to look down at her. 

"What's on your mind?" he whispered, dropping a kiss on her head. 

"Oh nothing really." 

"Tell me, my love," he said.

Claire rested her chin on his chest, looking into his eyes. 

"I was just thinking about what the doctor said." Carl smiled. 

"And?" 

"And pretty soon, we're not going to have the same freedoms as we have now. We're not going to be able to take off to the Caribbean whenever we want, or fly to Paris on a whim. We're going to be staying at home a lot more." 

"Is that so bad?" he asked, almost worried. 

"No, not really. It's just that we won't be able to do much of this anymore." Claire was blushing. His wife of five years, lover of ten years, was blushing. Carl couldn't help but smile. 

"Well," he said, rolling onto his side. 

"We better make the best of it while we can, hmm?" 

And he pulled her into his arms. His lover, his wife, and soon to be the mother of his child. 

They had only so much time to get in all the wild, spontaneous sex they could! 

Cumming Home



He comes home from work to find a trail of her clothes. Her blouse is on the floor by the counter, one sleeve seeming to point toward the stairs.

He smiles, remembers that the kids are gone camping for the night with their grandparents, and starts to follow the trail.

Her bra is hooked over the newel post halfway down the stairs; at the bottom he finds her skirt. And draped over the knob of the closed bedroom door, like an invitation to enter, he finds her panties. Their crotch is damp to the touch, and he can smell a mixture of her sexy perfume and her musky female scent, the scent that turns him on so much. He listens at the door for a moment, not quite sure if he can make anything out, but then a soft moan reaches his ears. His cock is already stirring in his pants.

As quietly as he can, he turns the knob and pulls the door open. Slowly, carefully. To get into the bedroom without her seeing him, without her hearing him....that's what he wants.

Because then he can watch her. Secretly and silently, he can watch her please herself. She's done it for him before; she knows how much it excites him, how hard it makes him. This time will be different, though, because she doesn't know he's there. She's expecting him, sure; the trail of clothes tells him all he needs to know about that. But she probably hasn't heard him come in, and doesn't know he's home yet.

He creeps into the room and turns his head toward their bed.

There she is, laying on her back across the comforter, her face turned away from him, her blonde hair spread out across the pillow. She's wearing one of her sexy nighties, the aquamarine one that he likes so much, but it barely covers her. One gorgeous breast has slipped out, its nipple stiff in the bedroom's cool air. He wants so badly to walk over to the bed and touch her, to squeeze the nipple between his fingers, to draw one of those deep, sexy moans out of her. But he holds himself back, moving silently toward the end of the bed, where he can get a better view of her.

Her long, tan legs are spread wide, her knees bent. Both hands are at work between her thighs and now he can hear a soft buzzing sound. A groan almost escapes him at the thought of what she's up to but he someone manages to hold it back. He moves beyond the point of her raised knee and she comes fully into view.

In her right hand she holds her favorite vibrator, the purple one made out of gel, the one shaped so realistically like a cock, not much bigger than his own. As he watches, she slides the vibrator into her beautiful shaved pussy. It goes in easily, slick with her wetness, and he can see the pink of her inner walls as they slip open to accept the head. She pushes it in further, just a bit, taking it in slowly, as if she's savoring every inch. As its base meets her outer lips, she moans again, softly, and with her thumb extended, she gently massages the small hard nub of her clit. 

His cock is rigid now, pushing at his zipper. He reaches down and rubs it through his jeans with the palm of one hand.

The vibrator slides out of her pussy, as slowly as it went in, and then slips in again. She pushes it in faster this time, more urgently, and the moan that follows was louder. When she pulls it out again, a thin line of her juices drip out with it, tracing a line along her inner thigh and towards her ass.

He follows it with his eyes, and when he sees what her left hand is doing, an involuntary moan escapes him. He winces, thinking she's heard him, that her wonderful show would be over when she catches him standing there. But she doesn't turn her head. She's too caught up in the moment, so turned on she hasn't heard him at all.

He lets his eyes flick back to her body, and to what she's doing to it.

With her left hand, she pushes a second dildo into herself. While the purple one slides in and out of her sopping wet pussy, this second one, rigid and clear, is settled deep into the tight circle of her asshole. She pushes it in again while he watches, deeper and deeper still, as deep as the one in her cunt, and when she slowly pulls it back, he can see its sides glistening with lube.

She works each dildo separately, alternating their penetration. When one is almost completely out of her body, she buries the second deeper inside of her, and then reverses the process, as if a pair of lovers were working on her, timing the movements of their cocks to heighten her pleasure.

He knows it's always been a fantasy of hers to have two men at once. She would tell him about it, whispering all the dirty details in his ear while they fucked, and it never failed to turn him on. One cock in her mouth and one in her pussy, she'd tell him, and she'd go on to say how she'd love to work them over that way. But this was something new; this showed him how much she'd enjoy a double penetration, two cocks in her at once, both pumping away.

Her movements become faster now, her hands pushing the vibrators into her more urgently. Her left hand rises from the clear dildo, still buried deep in her asshole, and she pinches the nipple of her exposed breast violently between her finger and thumb. Another moan slips from her mouth, and he can tell by its sound that she's getting close.

She's going to make herself come.

He can't stand it anymore. His cock is so hard it's beginning to ache. He quietly unzips his fly and pulls his dick out of his pants. It's as hard as a rock and leaps as he curls his fingers around its shaft. A small white drop of pre-cum slips from the slit in its head. Slowly, carefully, he starts to pump his hand up and down his cock. Long, smooth strokes, just the way he likes it, tightening his fist slightly each time he reaches the sensitive head. 

He thinks about how it would feel to walk over to the bed and slip his cock into her warm, waiting mouth. To let her suck on him while the vibrators work on her from below, all three of her holes filled. To let her take him between her lips, her tongue swirling tiny circles against the underside of his shaft.... 

He watches the vibrator in her right hand, sliding in and out of the slick folds of her pussy. He imagines his cock in its place, plunging deep into her, into the heat and wetness of that beautiful cunt, and he matches the movement of his hand to the speed of her thrusts. Each time the dildo is completely buried within her, its end all but disappearing between the pink outline of her swollen lips, he pulls his fist to the base of his cock. When the dildo slides out again, he slides his hand along his shaft until it meets the head of his cock.

From the bed, she moans again, and words escape her lips in a whispered rush. "Oh...oh yeah...oh yeah...yeah......"

He inches closer, not even realizing that he's moving, his hand still pumping his cock. He can smell her now, the delicious musky odor of her pussy, the smell that never fails to make him want to bury his face between her thighs, to push his tongue deep into the hot wetness on her cunt, to taste her juices, to lick them up as they flow down her legs....

She moans again, her words coming in fits and gasps. "...yeah....oh God, yeah....Oh....Oh....Oh fuck yeah!"

All at once she pulls the vibrator out and lets it fall onto the bed, and a flood of her come erupts from her pussy. It splashes out across her inner thighs and creates a dark puddle on the comforter. Her body shivers and shakes as the juices drip out of her cunt, and it's all he can stand.

He has to have her. He has to get a taste of that glistening shaved pussy, has to press his lips against it and taste the saltiness of her come as it slips over his tongue and into his mouth and down his throat.

He lets go of his cock, close to coming himself now but not wanting to. It's too soon, too early, and there's so much he wants to do to her. He wants to fuck her so badly, to slide his cock in where the dildo was, to feel the vibration of the second dildo, still clenched in her asshole, through the walls of her pussy.

He moves toward the bed.

And just before he reaches it, she speaks. "You really surprised me," she says, without even turning her head. "I didn't think you'd be able to just stand there and watch for so long."

She finally turns and smiles at him. He realizes she knew he was there the whole time, and he can't help but smile himself.

After all, she could have stopped at any time. Instead, she'd made herself come right in front of him, and put on one hell of a show.

"Was that wrong?" she asks. "Am I a bad girl?" Her smile widens. "I guess you'll have to find some way to punish me...."

He smiles and climbs onto the bed. "I'll think of something," he whispers, and settles down between her legs, his tongue already pushing its way into her sopping wet pussy as fresh moans escape her lips.



Cumming Home



My first Audio Story, or any story thinking about it. Be kind, open to criticism, was rather nervous recording this. Cheers.

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Cumming Home



It had never been my intention to move back home after I had moved out and gotten a place of my own. But times were hard at the moment, for everyone. Having only graduated from high school the year before, I had managed to land a fairly decent job in construction. The problem with that was, when money for jobs dried up, there were layoffs. And I was amongst the first to be let go. Unable to afford the rent, I had no choice but to ask my folks if I could come back home to live until I could find another job and get back onto my feet again.

They were of course happy to help me out, letting me come back. But there was one small little problem. The bedroom I had had down stairs was half way through the process of being expanded into an even bigger family room than we'd had. Dad had already knocked out the wall separating the two, so I no longer had the privacy of a closed door. And since dad hadn't as yet bought the pool table he'd been planning on putting in there, I still had a place to put my bed along with a single dresser and night stand. But like I said, the odd part was seeing them on one side of the room watching TV, and if I'd decided to go to bed early, trying to do so on my side of a somewhat darkened room. Though they very often at least turned the sound down on the TV. After a few days of this awkwardness, mom eventually convinced dad to finish watching the news in their bedroom on the smaller TV they had up there. But at least then I could turn the lights out and go to sleep.

The other problem I hadn't really been aware of until coming back home was that mom and dad didn't seem to be getting along very well. It wasn't like they hadn't argued or discussed things loudly in the past. They had from time to time. Now...they were hardly even speaking. At least then, you felt like they were working through whatever problems any married couple might have. But now, it was more like they were merely existing, tolerating one another more than anything else. There were even times when dad stayed out later than usual with his buddies from work. Something he had never done. And on those nights after mom had come down to spend some time with me alone in the den as we watched TV, I sometimes caught her trying to hold back a sniffle. I would ask if she was ok, if there was anything I could do, or if there was anything she wanted to talk about. But there never was. All she ever told me was that she was just dealing with things, and in time, she'd be all right. But after a few weeks of this, she hadn't. If anything, it seemed to be getting worse and worse. Though no one was saying anything, I was reasonably certain that they were headed for divorce. The tiny bit of affection I had once seen between them was no longer existent. And like I said, dad was spending more and more time away from home.

As for me I was growing a bit restless myself. Unemployed, it seemed like a lifetime had passed since I'd even been out on a date. I couldn't afford it for one thing, and for another, ever since my high school sweetheart and I had broken up, I'd been too busy working up until then to even think about dating or meeting anyone else. As it was, I was being a bit moody myself one particular evening, though the honest to gods truth was, I was simply horny. Mom had stayed down in the den with me a bit longer than usual watching TV. I was waiting for her to go on up to bed so I could stretch out on the couch, put in an x-rated movie I had borrowed from a friend, and then lay there in the semi-darkness and stroke myself off. But the part I was really struggling with, my own mother was partially the cause of that horniness, and that was eating at me too.

For one, she still looked damn good in a tight pair of jeans. Mom still wore her dark hair long, and it looked good on her. Not to mention the fact she also had a nice set of boobs. I know because I'd accidentally seen them a few times, the last not that far back, just before I'd left home. I had gone upstairs to take a shower, saw the bathroom door partially open and assumed it was free. I walked in just as she was getting out of the tub. In the awkwardness of the moment, all she could do was stand there, politely asking me to hand her a towel, which I did. But not before getting a pretty good eye-full of her as she stood there. So like I said, mom had a pretty nice rack as I remembered, and suddenly that had been the image that had filled my head that evening when she came down stairs to watch TV with me.

In the evening, we both tended to get "comfy" as it were, which was no different than normal. For me it consisted of me wearing my boxers and tee shirt, which wasn't a problem, as my boxers didn't have the constantly open fly in them. For mom, it was usually a pair of sleeping shorts and a loose nightshirt. But this particular evening, for whatever reason, she had come downstairs in a simple pair of white cotton panties and a tighter than normal men's tee-shirt that clearly revealed the shapely form of her breasts hidden beneath it. Trying to keep my eyes focused on the TV and not on her had been a monumental task, especially when I kept feeling my cock harden and had to constantly fight it back down again short of embarrassing myself.

"I hope you don't mind my coming down here dressed like this," she'd begun. "But it's partially your fault that I did too," she said somewhat jokingly. It was obvious she knew she was dressed a bit more revealingly than usual.

"Oh? And why's that?" I had asked.

"Because you forgot to take your clothes out of the washer," she told me. "So I had to in order to wash mine. And now they're waiting their turn in the dryer," she explained.

"God, sorry!" I said realizing I had forgotten to do that. It had always been a rule, and one of my own chores to ensure I did my own laundry. Not that I minded doing that as I didn't. Especially as I didn't have to then explain the inordinate amount of used hankies I kept putting in there. It was that very thought which caused me to look over towards the folding table, and sure enough, there were my clothes all neatly folded and ready to be put away. Including an obvious stack of "cum-hankies" as I thought of them. Mom followed my gaze over towards the table.

"You know Jack, it's funny, but I don't recall you running around blowing your nose all the time," she said with a really weird grin on her face. "Especially for all the hankies you seem to go through," she added. I know my face was beet red, I could feel the heat in it, though words failed me. Especially when she sort of changed subjects, without really changing them. "Been a while since you've been out on a date hasn't it? You seeing anyone?" she then asked curiously.

"Ah no, not recently no," I answered feeling flustered. "No sense in it at the moment, couldn't afford to take anyone out now anyway, even if I did know anyone I could go out with."

She sat in silence thinking about that for a few moments. "Yeah, sort of hard being alone," she said just under her breath, but then I sensed she really wasn't talking about me any more either. Then she brightened and smiled looking at me. "So sometimes, we do whatever it is we need to do to get by in the meantime," she then said, and once again reminded me to put my clean clothes away before going to bed, taking it full circle. "And speaking of which, I think I'll go ahead and go on up now," she told me. As expected, and as she usually did, mom leaned over to give me a kiss goodnight. We had always kissed on the lips, not just cheek pecks, so that wasn't so unusual. What was, her lips lingered for maybe a fraction of a second longer than usual. That was. And I even found my eyes closed a bit longer afterwards, almost afraid to open them and see her looking at me. But by then she had already stood up and began to leave the room, stopping briefly in the hallway before heading upstairs. "Don't forget, we're going to paint the downstairs bathroom tomorrow," she reminded. "So don't plan on sleeping in all morning, we've got work to do." She smiled once again, and then finally climbed up the stairs. I sat there watching her until she was out of sight, admiring the tightness in her ass, the fullness of her somewhat hidden breasts, along with the reminder to put my "cum hankies" away.

"Dumbass," I thought to myself, once again feeling a little embarrassed though thankfully she hadn't come right out and pointed a finger at me for the stack of them. But I also knew, she knew damn well what I'd been using them for. That in fact made me laugh as I got up long enough to walk over to the table and grab one to use to clean myself up with afterwards. I took another quick peek up the stairs, saw she had already turned off the kitchen light on her way up to her bedroom. I then turned down the sound on the TV, and inserted one of the x-rated movies I'd borrowed. It was in fact a pretty hot one. Perhaps more so as one of the women in it reminded me a lot of my mother. I had finally settled down comfortably on the couch, cock in hand, stroking it. At one point I thought I had heard something, even turning to look up back over the couch, but the light upstairs was still off. Thinking nothing more of it, I went back to enjoying the feel my hand was giving my prick, watching the TV. I was soon cumming, enjoying a nice glorious spurt, after which I lay there for a moment just basking in the afterglow when I heard one of the upstairs floorboards creak. I again spun around, but the light was still off and I couldn't see anything. But I also knew having heard it, that it had meant someone was just coming down, or someone...had just barely made it back up.

I hurriedly stuffed my prick back inside my shorts and then turned off the TV. No one came down the stairs however, so then I knew it had to have been mom going back up. It was obvious to me that she had most likely forgotten something and had come back down. No doubt she had then seen me lying on the couch jerking off. Mortified, I could only sit there and imagine what she'd seen, porn on the TV, and me cock in hand. I decided to go upstairs and talk to her, though I wasn't honestly sure what it was I was going to say beyond some lame promise to not watch porn anymore or something. I heard the same creak in the floorboard of the step as I reached it, and then entered into the kitchen area. I walked into the main living room and then looked up the stairs. I couldn't hear anything at first until I'd actually reached the landing. When I did, it sounded like mom was crying, and I then found myself feeling even worse. I could see a light was still on beneath the door of her bedroom, approaching it cautiously. I knocked lightly, still able to hear her, though even as I rapped on the door only once, the sound I heard and now realized wasn't her crying after all. But it was something else entirely. She was moaning!

I don't know why on earth that I did it, but I cracked open the door ever so slightly peering in. The light on her nightstand was on, the only source of light, but it made it easy to see her as I stood there, and likewise told me why she hadn't heard my first gentle rap on the door either. She had her head literally buried in the pillows, on her knees with her full firm ass pointed towards me. And as amazing enough as that was, the fact she was also shoving some sort of rubber dildo in and out of herself at the moment was even more so. In seconds I felt my prick stiffening all over again. Boldly, as my mind turned to mush, I fished out my rapidly hardening cock and stood there stroking it, peeking through the door as mom continued to pummel her obviously wet cunt with the toy. The squishy liquefied sounds of her sweet cunt where easy to hear as she knelt there fucking herself. The temptation to walk up behind her, joining her there on the bed, inserting my own cock instead of the toy and then filling her with a nice thick load of cum was almost beyond my control. But the fact she was indeed my mother kept me from actually doing so. Her panting increased at that point, her moans and deep-throated sighs alerting me to the fact she was rapidly approaching climax as I found I was. When she came, I did too, grateful I had just spurted recently. The much smaller spunk shoot remaining mostly within my hand as I palmed the head of my prick jacking off into it. As I saw her collapse, I immediately and quietly close the door, tiptoeing back down the hallway, down the stairs and soon after into my own room.

It took a long time for me to finally calm down enough to fall asleep. Images of my mother working her cunt with that toy, and then me...kneeling behind her when I finally did.

Morning came far too early, but along with that the aroma of a freshly brewed cup of coffee. I opened my eyes, seeing mom sitting across from me in the family room sipping hers with another sitting on the coffee table waiting for me. I took a few extra moments waiting for my piss hard to go down some, and then rolled out of bed heading into the bathroom to relieve myself. I returned, the heat in my face barely then going down as I walked over taking dads chair rather than sitting beside her on the couch.

"Morning," I said simply taking a sip from my cup. "And thanks."

"You're welcome," she said smiling, without a hint of anything on her face. She said nothing at all about catching me the night before, nor anything else for that matter either, so I was slightly relieved she hadn't heard or discovered me standing outside her bedroom door. "Sorry to wake you up so early," she continued. "But it promises to be a hot day, and like I said, I wanted to get an early start on the bathroom before it becomes too unbearable to work in there."

She was wearing her favorite work clothes, which I'd seen her wear several times before out in the yard. They consisted of an old ratty pair of my sweats, the pants she had cut off and made into shorts, almost too short as I'd seen the lower part of her firm ass cheeks when she'd bent over before. But even the sweat top she was wearing was sexily provocative. She had cut it off baring her midriff, the top just barely concealing her breasts. The fact she was my own mother still didn't fail to get an appreciative look from me when I'd seen her in it the first time, but it was now even more so after what I'd seen the night before.

"Well? Shall we?" she asked standing up.

We'd already discussed that she'd hand paint the corners with the brush, and I would then follow behind with the roller, doing the bulk of the actual painting. I hadn't been too enthusiastic about doing this before, but suddenly now I was. Especially when she stood on the rungs of the small folding ladder in order to reach the seam within the wall where the ceiling met as she painted. The ladder wobbled a bit however on unsteady legs.

"Would you mind holding the ladder for me while I do this?" she asked. I couldn't do much at the moment anyway, so agreed to and stood there holding onto it as she reached up to paint. As she did, I realized I could see the soft rounded fullness of her bare breasts beneath the top. She hadn't worn a bra! I stood there wondering if she realized I could nearly see every bit of her tits, save for her still cleverly concealed nipples as they pressed against the material. But the fact of the matter was, as she continued to lean forward painting, I could see more and more of her well-rounded breasts. "More paint?"

She handed me the small empty butter container she'd been using to draw the paint from. Kneeling down on the floor I poured a bit more from the paint can into it and then looked up towards her. She was touching up one of the corners with what she had left on the brush. As she did, I then saw I could clearly see the bright red panties she was wearing beneath the too short pair of shorts she had on. Mom's twin cheeks were clearly revealed beneath the hem of the shorts, not to mention the clearly defined outline of her lips as her thin panties stretched over them.

"What do you think?" she then asked looking down at me as I knelt there looking up. "Too much of a contrast?"

Actually I rather liked the bright red panties against the dull gray of the sweat shorts, but then that wasn't what she was asking about either. Tearing my eyes away from her ass, though I was reasonably sure she hadn't caught me looking there, I answered. "Actually, I like it," I said honestly. She had chosen to paint the bathroom in a very bright blue, though the counter tops were likewise a marbled gray, though there were bits of sparkling blue flakes in the counter tops surrounding the washbasin and tub. She smiled with a look of relief in her face. "Nice to hear," she told me, "Your father didn't like my selection, but I told him he never uses the downstairs bathroom anyway, so why did he care?"

Her tone of voice had clearly changed as she spoke, I could hear the slight irritation and anger in it as she did so.

"Things aren't going very well between the two of you at the moment are they?" I suddenly said, surprised that I did. She stopped painting, I saw her lower her head for a moment contemplating an answer without looking at me for a moment. Though again, her pose on the ladder as she did so gave me yet another full look at her nearly revealed breasts.

"No, and they haven't been for a long time," she finally sighed. "But it's not something for you to worry about, that's between your father and I to work out...if we can," she added softly. I continued to hold onto the ladder as she reached the far corner. Though it became immediately obvious to me we should move the ladder closer as she did. She was leaning over way too far. Had I not been holding onto the ladder, it would have tipped. But the simple fact of the matter was, mom lost her own balance. As I saw her begin to fall over towards the wall, I let go of the ladder standing in front of her as I had been. In doing so, I was able to catch her easily, breaking her fall. But as I did so, my hands automatically reaching up to catch her, one slipped right up inside her loose fitting sweat shirt, the other coming about her waist as I caught her. The contact of my hand directly against her breast was unavoidable, though entirely by accident. 

The ladder crashed into the wall throwing the small container of paint everywhere, though most of it spilling on me. I hardly realized it though, my hand was still pressed against the fullness of her breast beneath the top, her hard nipple filling the palm of my hand. I know it was only a second or two that we remained there like this, but I soon after withdrew my hand, though mom made no mention of the inadvertent contact, treating it as no moment, though my cock certainly hadn't. I felt it lengthen, though thankfully not enough to as yet make a scene.

She laughed then looking at me as I released her letting her stand on her own. From my shoulder to my waist I was covered in blue paint. "You look a little like a Smurf!" she giggled once again, her finger suddenly tracing a brief outline of the blue paint down along my chest. "I guess we could finish the job and actually turn you into one," she said playfully, then apologizing for her obvious mistake in leaning over too far on the ladder. "Guess I should have known better, thanks for catching me." Only then did I see her face redden, the obvious contact of my hand on her breast suddenly entering both of our thoughts as we stood there in momentary silence.

"You're welcome," I told her, and then adding. "It was my pleasure." My subtle innuendo of what I had touched not lost on her either as I said that, seeing her face redden even deeper. "Now the paint clashes," I teased, seeing it redden even more. Though she laughed at that somewhat nervously.

"Here, let me wipe you off," she told me grabbing one of several handy rags, "before you really do become a Smurf," she said once again giggling. I stood, letting her remove the paint, the gentle feel of her hands as she ran the cloth over my chest, though all that did was to lengthen my prick even more than it already was. The bulge in my shorts obviously noticeable now if she were to look down there, and nothing I could do about it if she did. Which she did, though she didn't say anything as she finished wiping up the last bit which had traveled on further down to the hem of my shorts where it pooled. "Sorry, hope these weren't a favorite pair of yours," she said then. "Looks like I ruined them for you if they were." But as she said that, I could see her eyes were looking down, which remained there for a moment longer before she again looked up. As she did, there was a bead of perspiration on her forehead, which I then wiped off with my finger, though accidentally smearing a blue streak of paint across it when I did.




Cumming Home



"Oops!" I said, laughing. "Didn't mean to do that, but it is getting hot in here!" I then added, referring honestly to the raise in temperature, and not what was happening, though she seemed to refer back to that instead of the actual heat.

"You might could say that," she smiled once again looking down, though now she wiped her own forehead off with her arm as another droplet of sweat formed on her brow. "Damn!" she replied. "I knew it was going to get hot down here today, but I didn't think we'd feel it so soon either!"

With the windows and vents all taped up, the bathroom was indeed quickly turning into a sauna. "You're lucky," she said then as we re-straightened the ladder, moving it to where we should have in the first place. "At least you have your shirt off, I guess my wearing this wasn't such a good idea, it's too damn hot!"

"So? Take it off then," I suggested seeing the look of surprise on her face when I said it. She giggled nervously, briefly though she actually stood there considering it.

"Seriously? You wouldn't mind? It wouldn't bother you if I did?"

"Yes, seriously, I wouldn't mind it if you did," I answered though I didn't answer the last part of her question. It probably would bother me...but in a good way. Though I still didn't think she'd seriously take me up on my offer until she handed me the brush she was holding.

"Here, hold this," she said giving it to me, and then I stood there watching her as she reached down pulling the cutoff sweatshirt she was wearing up and over her head. I could only gawk as her twin breasts suddenly revealed themselves, forcing my eyes away as her head reappeared, though her next action drew them right down to her boobs once again. She had tossed the shirt off to one side, now cupping her breasts lifting them. "Hand me one of those clean rags," she asked. I did so, watching as she lifted each, wiping the sweat away from beneath them as she held them up. "Thank you for the idea," she then stated. "That's much better, though I hope it doesn't weird you out to see your own mother's breasts," she then asked looking at me. "It's not my intention to make you feel any more uncomfortable." As she said that, her eyes once again briefly looked down at the front of my own bulging shorts, which I daresay, were even more so.

"I don't feel uncomfortable at all," I told her meaning it, and then adding, "well...sort of anyway," I grinned looking down at myself, causing her to laugh.

"Good thing you're not the one standing on the ladder, I might be tempted..." Mom caught herself, her face once again blushing furiously. "Oh my God, I can't believe I actually said that...out loud!" she quickly amended. Her eyes wild as though she might now suddenly run from the room as the implication of what she'd just openly inferred hung there.

I don't know why I then said what I said, I hadn't really thought about it, or meant to, it just sort of came out. "I saw you last night," I said somewhat sheepishly.

"Saw me? Where? When?" she said obviously flustered and confused, her eyes even wilder looking than before as she suddenly began thinking back on the evening, wondering what I was referring to. 

"Where you on the stairs last night?" I then asked her boldly. "Did you see what I was doing?" I asked.

I could see it in her eyes that she had, and she knew in looking at me that I knew she'd been there. And it hadn't been for only a few moments either. Obviously I knew she had been there for a while, watching me there in the dark from the security of the downstairs landing, most likely peering at me from behind the wall.

"I, ah...I ah...I didn't mean to," she began. "I remembered I had forgotten to take my own clothes out of the washer, I was going to come back down stairs and throw them in the dryer when I saw you...saw that you were ah...ah, well, that the TV was on, and that you were, ah..."

"Jerking off," I finished for her. Though she suddenly went mute on me unable to speak. "I wondered if you had, I heard the floor board creek shortly after that, so I went upstairs to see if you were upset, angry with me at having caught me playing with myself," I went on...seeing the sudden realization begin to form within her mind. "I went to your room, I knocked..." I added as though that gave justification for my actions as I continued. "And then I opened your door," I told her. It was obvious she now knew I had seen her, seen her kneeling on her bed fucking herself.

"Oh God Jack, I'm sorry...I didn't mean for that to happen, I didn't know," she blurted, "I was just...ah, just..."

"Horny...like I was," I interrupted. "Like I am now," I then added seeing the look of additional shock, confusion appear within her face. "Watching you as you did that, it was beautiful mom...it was one of the most erotic, sensual things I have ever witnessed!"

My admission had really taken her off guard. 

"It was?" she said stammering, "You enjoyed doing that?" she then asked.

"Yes, I did. And I stood there, jerking myself off again watching you. I even came when you did."

"Oh my god Jack!" Mom blurted turning her head away in shame and embarrassment. "I didn't mean for you to see me do that," she half blubbered. "It's just that...well your father and I," she left off without saying more. "And then seeing you downstairs, it's just been so long, and then watching you, seeing the movie, I just...well I just couldn't help myself."

"It's ok mom...I understand, truly I do. And watching you...well, I couldn't help myself either. I've always thought you were an attractive looking woman, even if you're my own mother. And it's not the first time either."

"What do you mean? It's not the first time?" she pressed. "You've...you've seen me masturbate before?" She said even more embarrassed and in shock that I might have.

"Well no...that was a first," I admitted. "But it's not the first time I've jerked off when thinking about you. Ever since I've moved back home, I've done that a lot," I freely admitted to her. Once again she wasn't sure what to say about that, nor did she seemingly know what to do when I reached out, cupping both of her breasts within my hands.

"No Jack, we can't...I can't," she said stepping back, her hands coming up to cross over her breasts, as though only then realizing she was standing there with them exposed in front of me. "It's wrong...it wouldn't be right, no matter how much I might..."

"Want to?" I pressed once again stepping forward, though I merely put my hands around her waist without touching her intimately, though even that contact was intimate enough. I leaned forward, my eyes on hers as I did, until our lips touched, her eyes as well as mine only then closing. Our kiss was unlike any before. Her mouth opened, accepting my tongue as I soon after felt hers entering mine where they proceeded to dance against one another. I felt her hands drop away from her breasts, now pressing against me, the twin hard points of each searing my skin, my chest. We continued to kiss, our mouths now hard pressed, our tongues fencing deliriously, and then came the touch of her hand. I felt it worm its way beneath the loose fitting waistband of my shorts. With no other obstacles preventing it, she soon wrapped her entire hand about the girth of my cock, fondling it, exploring it. I likewise dropped my own, my hand soon slithering beneath the waistband of her shorts though I encountered not the heated softness of her flesh, but the very wet moisture, which had already soaked through the thin material of her panties. I allowed my finger to cruise through the indented pressed passage of her split, still somewhat protected, though the hard knot of her precious swollen hard clit was clearly defined. She moaned, breaking the kiss, though I then kissed her neck, my lips continuing to do so, my fingers gently stroking her through the material of her soaked panties, my free hand now coming up to once again cup her exposed breasts. I immediately found her hard extended nipple, capturing it between my fingers as I rolled it gently, playfully, pulling on it. Likewise her hand remained busy as well. I felt her squeeze the head of my prick, a thick fat droplet of my oozing precum appearing which she swiped off with her fingers, now using my lubrication to further tease and explore the head of my dick with.

Somehow I managed to step back breaking the intimate contact. For a moment she looked at me as though I had perhaps come back to my senses, making her think that perhaps she needed to regain hers as well. But as she did, I simply pulled down on my shorts, stepping out of them. My hard straining cock now bouncing up at her as she looked down at it, angrily swollen, purple still leaking droplets of cum drool that now hung off the tip of it actually causing a stringer of it to form as it slowly strung itself out towards the floor. Mesmerized by that, mom stepped forwards towards me, suddenly going down onto her knees as she did. In the next instant her hand once again surrounded my prick, her mouth forming an oval as she leaned forward in order to capture it.

I moaned deeply, audibly as her mouth surrounded my cock, sucking it. My hands, fingers, now digging themselves into her scalp as I stood there, my head thrown back, another deep moaning sigh as she began working my prick up and down with her mouth. The delight of her tongue as it speared the tiny slit of my prick, coaxing out even more of my precum fuck butter. I felt my balls tightening, the tickling sensation of release all too soon beginning to threaten its way up from my balls. I knew that to continue to allow her to pleasure me the way that she was would soon have me filling her mouth with my cream.

"I'm getting too close," I somehow managed to warn her, figuring that would force her to back off from what she was doing. All that did however was cause her to increase her sucking, her jacking of my prick as she worked it, now urgently, wantonly, obviously expecting me now to shoot off inside her mouth as she looked up towards me, me looking down at her as my own mother knelt before me, my cock in her mouth as she sucked it. "Oh fuck mom! Mom!" I bellowed out, and then began to feel the first delicious rush of my semen as it exploded from the head of my prick, filling her.

She continued to suck me, draining me dry, swallowing my semen though I had initially gagged her choking her with the pure volume of my sudden unexpected release. Drained, she stood as I helped her to stand. Her tongue even then licking the corners of her mouth where I saw a small remnant of my spending still clinging to her lips before she swiped it away. Without a spoken word, I then reached up pulling both her shorts and her panties off together. She stepped out of them, revealing to me as she did her completely hairless split, her lips puffy, swollen. I backed her over to the toilet seat, forcing her to sit down on it, now kneeling before her as she placed one leg over my shoulder, the other balanced on the edge of the tub. Mom's cunt so obscenely revealed to me now as I reveled in it, taking a moment to devour her with my eyes, and then my fingers as I spread her even further. I took delight in the appearance of that hard little knot, her clit glistening in wetness, the shiny tiny little head of it looking so inviting. So much so that I now allowed my tongue to snake out, stabbing it, flicking it as I likewise wormed my index finger inside her warm, wet slippery passage.

"Oh fuck Jack! Jack!" mom cried out, her hands now digging themselves into my scalp as I knelt there between her legs, finger-fucking her quim, my lips now wrapping themselves about her clit, sucking it deliriously. "Oh my god Jack! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

And just as I had, the intensity of pleasure, the all too soon release upon her. I felt the sudden increase of additional fluids suddenly flowing out of my mother's cunt. I lapped at them furiously, lapping at her clit, sucking, kissing, and pulling upon it with fingers. I held it between, pinching it, holding it, continuing to tickle it with my tongue. "Cum mother, cum for me!" I urged her, wrapping my lips back around her clit again, holding them there, and sucking it with every ounce of my strength.

"Holy fucking shit!" she screamed, and then climaxed. What surprised me was that she literally sprayed my face. Her orgasm was beyond anything I had ever heard about before, her climax suddenly coating my face in a clear pearly like fluid that was both deliciously wet, and sweet tasting as hell. I consumed her, once again driving my tongue deep within the folds of her cunt as she continued to squirt out her female nectar, filling my mouth, yet half blinding me even then as she sprayed me liberally, copiously with her own spunk. "Oh Jack...I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she suddenly stated forcing me to sit back on my haunches. "I didn't mean...didn't know..."

I didn't let her continue, standing her up, spinning her about though as I did so, she looked down saw my hard swollen cock had come back to life already. The surprise in her face clearly evident as I then bent her over, stepping behind her as she reached out, placing her hands on the edge of the tub.

There was no need for any further preliminaries. Her cunt was still glistening with her spending. I stood behind her now, aiming the thick hard swollen head of my prick at her opening, spreading it with my fingers. The clingy strings of her sticky climax forming a web across the opening of her cunt as I placed the head of my dick against it, and then shoved, burying myself fully and completely into her as I did so.

She screamed out once again, certainly not in pain, but in pleasure. Humping back against me, though I remained fully inside her for a moment unmoving, just reveling in the fullness of her tight warm snatch as it surrounded, hugged, and clasped about my prick.

"Fuck me!" She looked back over her shoulder towards me, one hand now kneading her own breast. Her eyes were wild with lust, pleasure, and excitement. "Fuck me!" she said again, her eyes smoldering with desire. I shoved, in...and then out. Shoving in again, holding it there, already surprised to find myself needing to regain control.

"Fuck me! Fuck your fucking mother!" she screamed at me. I did so, no longer wanting to hold back, driving into her, almost forcing her to collapse face down into the tub. Her hand releasing her tit, bracing itself back on the edge of the tub once again as I began to piston in and out of her cunt with a ferocious speed and rapidity that took nearly super-human effort to achieve.

Looking over, we could both see ourselves in the mirrored wall opposite of where we now stood. Her mature full breasts gyrating wildly beneath her. The flesh of her ass appearing like waves as I continued to slam into her from behind, the added sensation of hearing it, hearing the slippery mushy squishy wetness of our fucking, the drool of her cunt running down between her legs as I continued to thrust in and out of her. "Slap it! Slap my ass!" she now screamed. "Slap it and make me fucking cum again!"

I began doing so, seeing red marks begin to form on her ass cheeks as I tattooed her with my hand, the continued fucking of my prick so deeply inside her simultaneously, my balls smacking her ass, gyrating just as wildly as her tits continued doing.

"Yes! Yes! That's it! That's it! Make...me...cum!" And then she was, and then I was, once again pouring myself into her, feeling her as she poured herself out onto me. I felt the second spray of her pussy as it bathed my cock...my balls, even the inner thighs of my legs. So intense was it, I pulled out, staggering back, collapsing down onto the toilet seat though she remained as she was. I watched as her hand came up from between her legs, the appearance of my spunk being forced out as she continued to squirt, her hand now slapping her cunt, hard, over and over again as he came again, this time doing herself, climaxing, squirting. More spunk coming out of her cunt, now dropping onto the floor in thick gooey wet splats as she shivered, shuddered and moaned through yet another orgasmic release. I lost track of how many she had, but finally spent, she turned now sitting down on the edge of the tub simply looking at me.

I was of course grinning from ear to ear. Never before in my entire life had I felt that, let alone seen anything like that before.

"Have you always been able to do that?" I asked boldly, not at all embarrassed in the asking, though it was evident she was.

"It's one of the reasons why..." she began, though pausing wondering perhaps if she should continue.

"Reasons why what?" I asked.

She blushed. "The reason why your father's taken on a new lover. He thinks...it's gross. He thinks there's something wrong with me that I suddenly started doing that."

"You just started doing that?" I asked incredulously. "How? When?" Now she really was blushing.

"You really want to know?" she asked still obviously out of breath.

"Hell yes! Tell me!"

She laughed then, relaxing. "Oddly enough, it was your fathers fault to begin with," she saw the curiously confused look on my face, though she continued. "He was the one who bought me the other toy I have, the one you didn't see me use. A fairly large vibrating wand. Anyway...the first time I used it for him while he watched me, watched me masturbate, which is something I hadn't ever done for him before. Not that I hadn't or didn't...but he'd never seen me do it for him. Anyway, after he bought it for me, and then asked me to do so...I did. And when I did...I squirted, just like I did now, though even then, not nearly as much as I do now. But it was enough that it freaked him out for whatever reason. I assumed it was the toy itself, so we didn't use it again after that, though I certainly did whenever I was alone. But whatever had happened to cause me to squirt, gush like that. Well...it now happened every single time. And because it did, he quit approaching me. For whatever reason, it simply turned your father off, grossed him out. Eventually, we quit having sex altogether. It's been over a year now since we have Jack," she said lowering her voice. "And I knew after that, when he eventually took on a lover. The hours after work, the sudden trips out of town on business, all that. I just came to accept it, looking the other way."

"But what about you?" I asked. "Why didn't you..."

"What? Take a lover?" She laughed. "Because I had one, who pleasured me far greater than your father ever did," she openly confessed. "And then after that, I took on another lover, the one you saw me using last night."

"So you've never...in all this time..."

"No...not until now," she said even more softly. "Didn't even consider the likelihood of ever doing that either, until now anyway," she said once again looking at me worriedly. "And just because we did, doesn't make it right Jack. You are my own son after all."

"So you're telling me you'd rather take on a lover, or continue just pleasuring yourself...after what we just experienced together?" I sat there asking her. Mom looked at me.

"So you'd be ok with this," she more stated rather than asking. "You could accept you and I fucking...knowing that I was your mother. That I was fucking my son. You could honestly live with that?"

"Yes!" I said honestly, truthfully. "I could. Could you?"

Mom shook her head, she was obviously struggling with that, even though her cunt, and my cock continued to throb with the glorious release we'd both just shared with one another. "I don't honestly know Jack, I'm going to have to think about it. And not saying we will...but...if we did, if we allowed this to continue, no one could ever know about it. Especially your father. And even though he's busy banging some other woman, he'd use this against us...both of us. And I think you know that he would!"




Cumming Home



"There's no reason that he...or anyone else for that matter, needs to ever know!" I told her.

"Yes, but...that would mean we would have to act normally around one another whenever he or anyone else was here," she told me concernedly. "Could you do that Jack? Could you promise me that you would? Because if you can't...then we can't. I just can't take the chance, the risk of it ever being discovered. I could care less about myself, but I wouldn't want you to be hurt by any of this, and if we were discovered Jack...I'm afraid you would be."

"Like I said mom...I can handle it...if you can. But right now, I think it's too fucking hot in here to continue painting until later on this evening perhaps. And in addition to that, we both probably need to shower. We both look like we're trying to turn into Smurfs!"

Though mom had managed to get most of the paint off me, the combination of our sweat, our fucking, along with everything else, had us both standing there with a faint color of blue in our skin. She looked down at herself, laughing at that. One of her magnificent looking breasts appearing as though it had been purposely painted, a blue handprint covering it, fingers extended just as mine had been when I had actually been holding it.

"Yeah, that might be a little difficult to explain if I were to leave it like that wouldn't it? Luckily for me...for us," she added. "Your father is uh...going to be out of town for the weekend on business again."

I smiled, standing up, taking moms hand. "Come on then Mrs. Smurf. What's say you and I go spend some time in the shower and get cleaned up."

"Is that all you want to do?" Mom asked. "Is get clean?" I grinned, once again cupping her breast, and then leaned over kissing it, and then kissing her. "Fuck no!"

She smiled, reaching down to fondle my yet again reawakening cock. "Good...I was sort of hoping you'd say something like that."



Cumming Home



'Smalltown -- one kilometre,' the sign stared at me. I had spent two days driving and it all came down to this. One kilometre. My mind keep telling me that it wasn't too late to turn around, go back home. But, who was that going to benefit? I was almost there; I might as well go all the way. Right?

I sighed as I pushed down the accelerator. I wasn't going to chicken out. 

Out of nowhere I heard Potbelleez 'Duuurty Dreemz' and my mouth turned from sour dough to a massive grin. I slowed the car down while I grabbed my mobile from the middle console and hit speaker. I returned it back to the console as I let out in a wail, "I can't do this! I was almost ready to turn around. I need help!"

I heard a little giggle from my mobile. "Noelle," I shouted. "This isn't funny. I'm going to have a nervous breakdown!"

The giggles turned into a full out laugh and I couldn't help but cracking up myself. I sounded like a crazed women. 

After our laughter ceased Noelle took her turn to speak, "I'm sorry for laughing baby. You just sounded so wild. I found it hard not to laugh. You must be nearly there, then?"

"Yes," I puffed out, blowing my chestnut locks away from my face. 

"Don't sound so excited," Noelle replied, before I heard whispering on the other line for a while. Noelle came back on. "Sorry, Lisa's trying to steal the phone from me."

"Put the phone on speaker then and I can talk to both of you." I was already starting to relax just by the sound of Noelle's voice. It was like silk sliding over my body. God I wished she was with me. And Lisa too, I missed her kind sweetness. I missed everything about them and I had only been gone two days. 

"But, I want you all to myself," she said in her most sultry voice, which turned me on straight away. Everything about Noelle was a turn on. Everything about her was perfect. She had a curvaceous figure, toned in all the right areas. Thick long black hair. Glistening dark blue eyes and a cherry red mouth. Both men and women just seemed to fall over her. 

Then of course there was Lisa. She had a figure as perfect as Noelles, though not as curvy. She had long blond silky hair, showing the smallest of waves. Her skin was a beautiful natural tan. She had amazing honey coloured eyes, that could stare through to your soul. And even though she was one of the kindest people you would ever meet she had the wickedest grins you would ever see that just promised sin. She was as much sought out after as Noelle. 

I had no idea how these two goddesses ended up becoming my best friends and lovers, but all I know is that I could never live without them. 

"Honey, you still there?" Noelle asked with a world of concern in her voice. 

"Yer, I was just day dreaming." I ran my hand through my chin length hair. 

"Really, what were your dreaming about, or should I try and guess." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Fire away," I retorted. I was already starting to get wet and she hadn't even said a dirty word yet. 

"Ok, I bet, maybe, it had to do with the amazingly hot sex before you left on your little adventure." Just the mention of sex with Noelle or Lisa made me remove one of my hands from the steering wheel and place it on my pussy. 

"What about it." I started to rub my clit through my jeans and god did it feel good. 

"When I spread open your petite little legs and slowly licked your hungry cunt. You were so wet, I could slip my tongue in your pussy hole so easily. Mmmmm." I heard her lick her lips through my mobile. "What I really loved though was when you squirted my face as you came and I got to share all your delicious juices with Lisa." 

I had already opened my pants and was now rubbing my clit. I hadn't put any underwear on this morning. Since being with Noelle and Amanda I had learned underwear wasn't always a good thing. 

I was moaning as I rubbed my clit harder. "Are you going to come for me again baby? You know how I love to suck your little cunt dry of your sweet juices." 

I was rubbing my clit so vigorously now, I just needed someone to stick something in my pussy. Anything. By this stage I really did not care as long as it made me cum.

My breath was getting heavier and heavier. My pussy was getting hotter and hotter. My vision was also starting to blur. And I came hard to the moans and groans of Noelle on the other line. Which I could only presume was her and Lisa fucking.

"Fuck," I swore, as I saw the car was no longer heading down the straight road, but to a ditch full of scrub. "Crap." I quickly put both hands on the wheel and turned the car toward the road. One more second and I would have been bird food. I was lucky no one was travelling the long stretch of road. 

I heard two screams come from my mobile as I righted the car. "Hey, you two horny devils, you almost made me crash the car." 

"What, are you ok?" I heard a heavily panting Lisa ask. 

"I'm good." I started to laugh again. 

"What about the car!" Noelle screamed through the phone. It looked like they had put it on speaker.

"The cars fine, Noelle. Don't worry I didn't hurt your precious baby." I continued to laugh. Noelle had kindly offered me her car to use on my trip. Well, she didn't as much offer it, as I had to convince her, which was fine by me and she also seemed to love my form of convincing. 

"Noelle," Amanda scolded her. "Who cares about the damn car. As long as Grace is all right." I heard some whispering through the phone. 

"I'm sorry baby, are you all right? Fuck Pussy (Pussy was the lovely name she christened her car when she got it) the red F..E..R..R..A..R..I that took me years to save up for. Fuck her, as long as my much lovelier smaller baby is ok." Noelle made sure she stretched out the word Ferrari just to make us get the picture, that she was definitely not happy with me almost crashing her precious car. 

I didn't really blame her. She had saved all her hard earned bonuses she had gotten climbing up the corporate ladder. She was a hard women and she always got what she wanted. Being head of PR at one of the most successful PR companies in Australia was what she wanted and she also wanted a red Ferrari. She also wanted me and she swears getting me was the hardest out of the lot. If she hadn't wasted her time on me she probably could have had five Ferraris by now. I'm glad she chose me though.

"I'm sorry," I said in a tiny voice. "I'll make it up to you."

"That's right, you little cunt tease. I'm going to spank your little ass when you get home." I flinched when she said 'home' as right then the lights of Smalltown came into view. I hadn't noticed how dark it was getting.

I groaned aloud. "Speaking of home, I'm almost there." 

"No your home's with us and you remember that, ok Grace?" Lisa said.

"Ok," I said in a weak voice. I was contemplating turning back around again. 

"Just remember we love you and you're going to be fine. If you need anything we're only a phone call away."

"I love you both too." I could feel my eyes starting to get misty. Now was not the time to cry.

"Do you want us to stay on the line," Noelle added in her sweetest voice, though it sounded more sultry then sweet. 

"No, I'm ok," I sniffled. 

"Please don't start crying Grace, if you start crying I'm going to start crying," Lisa sniffled.

"Sorry, I better get going anyway. I'm going to hit the town limits soon." I ran my hand over my dribbling eyes.

"I love you," Lisa and Noelle said at the same time. 

"Love you too." I clicked off the phone. If I had to listen to them anymore I would start crying for real. 

I sucked it in. I was going to do this. Some things you just had to do on your own. 

It has been seven years. I was eighteen when I left Smalltown to go to University in Sydney on a scholarship and I never looked back. I never wanted to look back. Leaving home the first time was hard and I didn't want to have to do it over and over again, so I stayed away. Now I'm twenty five and no longer eighteen and I'm still nervous as hell making my way home. 

Once I hit the outskirts of town, I was shocked at how it hadn't changed. Not one bit. It still looked exactly the same. 

When I got to the beginning of the main road though I saw something I thought I would never see in this little town. A MacDonald's. I gasped, my mouth hanging open. "How the hell did they get a Maca's here?" I stared with my mouth open at it. Well something had to change. Smalltown had become commercialised. I just never pictured it to be tainted like this. 

I shook my head and continued to drive slowly down the main road. I had to drive down the main road to get to my hotel. I stared with starry eyes at my surroundings as memories flooded my head. 

There were the little boutiques I used to get my clothes from. The milkbar that made the most awesome thickshakes you would ever taste and next to it the Roxy Theatre, where my friends and I would see movies. 

I could feel my eyes tearing up again. I was becoming a blubber guts. I didn't let the tears escape though. I wouldn't show any weakness. 

I drove Pussy into the parking lot of the motel. It was nothing special. Three stars I guessed at best. Maybe I was becoming a snob anyway. I was getting way too spoilt by Noelle and Lisa. It would be perfect for my time -- hopefully short time -- in Smalltown. 

I went into the small office to get my room key, where I found a man who was about in his forties typing away behind his desk. 

I walked over to the desk and he looked up with a sleepy smile. For a man nearly twice my age he looked quite handsome. It looked like he had not shaven for two days, but his hair was kept immaculate. He even had a smattering of grew in his brown beard though his thick hair on top was not touched by any grey. 

As he smiled at me crinkles appeared in all the right places and I couldn't help but smile back. The more I looked at him, the more I........ I was just so horny after Noelle's and Lisa's teasing moans as they both climaxed into the phone. And right now as I looked at this wonderful man it just seemed to keep playing over and over again in my head. 

"Hi," I said to him. "I have a reservation under Grace Winters." I was fidgeting with my jeans under the desk as they wanted to grind into my pussy, making me even more horny.

He looked down at his computer, clicked a few times with his mouse and said, "Yes of course Miss Winters, we have your booking right here. We have you in room three. And how will you be paying today." 

I had not really been paying attention and instead had been looking down at my agitated pussy. I had no idea what was wrong with me. "Oh, Sorry. I will be paying with my card." 

After our money exchange, he introduced himself as Chris the owner of the Motor Inn. 

"Would you like a hand with your luggage, Miss Winters?" Chris asked as he got to get up out of his chair. 

"Please call me Grace," I smiled at him. Every time he talked in his strong voice my pussy just went crazy. "I can do it, but thank you." I said making my retreat. I had to get out of there now and get myself off. 

I gave him my sweetest smile as I retreated, but as he looked out the window to the parking lot he spotted the Ferrari and looked back at me. "Is that your car?"

In my head, I shouted at him, "No please, I don't have time to talk about the damn car. I have to cummm...unless you want to fuck me in the car." God I was going crazy.

"Yes. Well it's not actually mine, it's my friends, but I'm borrowing it." I smiled at him in a wary way hoping that he would get the hint that I was tired. I yawned for extra effect. 

"God, I'm sorry," Chris said. "You must be tired. I'll let you go to your room." 

"Thank you, Chris. Goodnight." I waved him goodnight and walked as fast as I could towards Pussy. 

Once I had gotten all my belongings into the modest room. I turned the TV on, then sprinted towards the bathroom. Once I got to the shower I had stripped completely and was rubbing furiously at my clit. It was so stimulated. 

I jumped into the shower before the water started to spray hot and got a cold shock. Forgetting about the cold shock I backed against the shower wall and slowly ran my hands down my hard nipples, across my smooth, flat belly and down to the promised land. 

I could no longer tease myself like that though and needed release straight away. So, without hesitation I plunged two fingers into my wet little cunt and worked myself into such a frenzy that when I came I almost stript the walls. 

I don't know what had gotten into me, but as soon as I hit my pillow I was fast asleep.



Cumming home



As Oliver drove down the lonesome stretch of highway, he squinted his eyes against the blazing sun to see past the smudges on the streaky glass windows. His surroundings were gradually developing into the landscaping that was familiar to his home. The leaves of trees bordering the expressway were bright oranges, crimson reds, and yellows. Oliver had almost forgotten how beautiful the area could be in the fall. He even began to get a whiff of the salt water in the air. The smell reawakened memories of his childhood. There was a sign indicating he had five miles to go before he reached Rockbridge Farms. His sweaty palms gripped the steering wheel intensely, causing the veins to protrude from his forearms. His was definitely anxious. If his parents hadn't died in a car crash, he wouldn't be going back home at all. Their continuous embarrassing behavior was enough to make Oliver sign up for the Navy and never look back. 

During Oliver's childhood, there was always a weekly orgy that could last for even an entire weekend. His mother and father slept with the entire town, and their shenanigans were not a secret. Once Oliver's father surprised his wife on their anniversary with a huge black man from Portland, Maine. He held his wife's hand the entire night while his wife was screwed mercilessly by a black man with an enormous cock in front of a room full of people. The town wasn't surprised (and neither was Oliver's father) when his mother became pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful bi racial girl named, Holly.

Oliver was ecstatic to be a big brother, and was glad to have Holly's company. After she was born, his parents quickly lost interest in Holly just as they'd done with Oliver. He was 12 years old and very proud of himself for taking care of his baby sister. She would look up at him with her huge, hazel eyes and long, black lashes. He could tell that her world revolved around him, and finally he felt loved and needed. If only he could have taken her with him to the military when he left at 18. She was so sad, and obviously confused by him leaving. That seemed to be his only way out of Rockbridge and away from the reputation of his sex fiend parents. 

For 10 years Oliver had not heard from his baby sister. At first he mailed post cards and she wrote back, sending crayon drawings of them reuniting and homemade cards of construction paper. Eventually, the letters stopped coming, and when Oliver called to inquire about it, his mother had informed him that she sent Holly to boarding school. "She's just turned twelve, and I don't want to be bothered with a teen girl." Said his mother. When Oliver asked for the address to his sister, his mother told him that she couldn't provide him with that information...and that was that. She'd hung up on him and refused to return any of his calls. Oliver knew he could have fought harder to find his sister, but he had given up on himself. He just wanted to forget everything that had to do with his life as a child in Rockbridge , he'd decided. 

He wondered if he would see Holly now, if she was in college and dating, he wanted to know everything he could find out. Would she be there waiting for him at the old house? He received a letter informing him of his parents death, but it wasn't signed by anyone. After calling the sheriff's department in Rockbridge Farms, he confirmed the letter's truth. Instantly, he thought of Holly, and if this would be his chance to see her again. Oliver surprised himself with his familiarity of the neighborhood, after being gone for so long, he didn't think he'd be able to navigate smoothly. He turned into the driveway, and without any concern for his tires, sped like a madman over the gravel. The sound of it crunching beneath his car, seemed to add to his anxiety. After twisting and turning down the windy path, he parked the car directly in front of the porch of his old home. Before jumping out of the car, he checked his appearance in the rear view mirror and ran his fingers through his short curly brown hair. He climbed the steps to the porch two at a time, and banged the antique door knocker against the solid oak door. When the door opened, what he saw was enough to knock him off of his feet. Holly stood before him with her huge sad eyes, her heavy lashes wet with tears, and her caramel skin glistened as if she'd just taken a bath, her dark, wavy, hair tumbled down to her waist, and she wore a flimsy white, lace dress with thin straps that fell off of her shoulders. She looked hopeful as she asked pleadingly, "Oliver, is it really you?"

He stood before her quietly for what seemed like a million years. She waited for his answer, wow, had it really been so long to where she wouldn't recognize him? He thought of a game they would play when she was younger...what happened to Holly? He would pretend that she was invisible, and would pretend to search all over for her (when she was obviously right there). The thought made Oliver flash a huge, dimpled smile, and before he knew it, Holly had stepped out onto the old wrap around porch, and threw her arms about his neck. He held her so closely that he felt she was going to meld into him. His large hands seemed even larger positioned at the small of her back. The smell of her hair was sweet and her skin was lightly aromatic. He could feel himself getting dizzy from her embrace, and didn't know how long he could support her weight without collapsing himself. Then he realized that she was sobbing hysterically and knew that he had to be strong. Without much effort at all, Oliver scooped Holly into his arms and carried her up the winding staircase that led to their bedrooms. "Sshhh." He said, hoping to calm her down as he kissed her forehead. " I know you must be very upset about mom and dad, don't worry, everything is going to be ok now." He didn't remember what room he had turned into, but it was equipped with a bed, and suddenly he was feeling less anxious and more exhausted. He managed to lay Holly gently down onto the enormous bed. He looked around the room and realized that it was the guest room. It probably hadn't been used since he'd left. 

"I'm not crying because of mom and dad." Holly said suddenly.

"What happened to you, Olley? You stopped writing, and then I never heard from you again. I thought you were the only one in the world who loved me." She said now looking up into his blue eyes. Oliver felt his heart melting, and his pants tightening in the crotch area. He couldn't possibly be getting a hard on from the presence of his baby sister. She had to be about nineteen years old now. Her pink lips were wet, and parted. She was waiting for him to answer. He didn't want to have this conversation, he wanted to show her how much he loved and missed her. The thin dress she wore was practically sheer and he could see that her firm breasts had hard nipples. Maybe, she was turned on by him as well. He sure hoped she was because from the moment she snatched open the door, he couldn't stop thinking about entering her. He knelt down in his uniform beside the bed, and looked her in the eyes. He took her hand and rubbed his callused palms over hers. "I'm sorry that I allowed us to be separated." He said. "You went to boarding school, and I didn't know how to find you."

"Boarding school? I never went away to boarding school! She exclaimed. After a long pause, she added quietly, "Mother told you that lie, didn't she?" 

"But of course she did." Confirmed Oliver. "But we can't do anything about that now, can we? It's the past, and what counts is that I'm here now, and I have no intentions of leaving you again."

He sat on the bed and pulled Holly onto his lap. There was something about her that still reminded him of the little girl he had left behind years ago. She buried her face into his neck, and he could feel the warmth of her tears dripping down his skin. She kept wiggling on his lap, and then Oliver realized that she was trying to avoid his massive hard on. "What...you're too big now, to sit on my lap?" he asked with a chuckle. She snapped her head up, and with a smirk she said, "You're the one that is too big." Oliver laughed even harder and before he knew what he was doing, he had bent his head down to her face and kissed her soft lips. To his surprise, she opened her mouth invitingly. Slowly, and sensually, he tasted her lips and tongue. He didn't think it were possible, but Oliver became even harder. He trailed kisses down her chin and neck, and when he sampled her earlobe, she moaned exquisitely. "Please..." she begged, "...don't stop." He positioned her sweetly beneath him, and began to peel her thin dress off of her moist body. He was pleased to see that she was naked beneath. Her firm breast were so pleasing to his sight, that he bent down and hungrily devoured a nipple. He twisted it in his warm mouth, and swirled his tongue around the peaks. He didn't realized that every time he released a nipple from the captivity of his hot mouth, he made a smacking noise that sent chills between Holly's legs. What would he do when he realized she was still a virgin...?



Cumming Home



I'm on my way home after a six month deployment overseas. We've arranged for our oldest to watch the younger kids. 

I arrive to the airport in the late evening, around 8 pm. As I exit security, I see you there, with a wry smile on your face. I immediately know you're up to something.

I meet you in the middle of the floor, people all around, but we don't notice them as we kiss deeply and passionately. I can tell from your immediate, heavy breathing, that you are more horny than I've ever seen you.

We quickly gather my bags and are out the door to the car, holding hands in the cool night air. You have a new dress on, and it looks great on you. I can tell you've taken good care of yourself while I was away.

We get in the car and you saddle up next to me in the middle. The reason for the wry smile is now evident as you slowly part your legs and push my hand to your warm, juicy muffin pussy. You kiss me again and stick your fingers in my mouth. I taste your sweet pussy on your fingers and you feign embarrassment with a grand smile. I reply that your fingers taste curiously like some very nice pussy and you confess that you've been rubbing your pussy, fingering your tight slit for the whole ride to the airport. "I want your cock to fill me up" you whisper.

Quickly, we drive to the hotel, a nice place that you've already checked us into, so we bypass the desk and head straight to the room. I notice all around that people are quietly envious of us, knowing that we are ready to explode as we stride by.

Now quickly in the room, we strip our clothes off, and you take my cock gently in your mouth as I sit on the edge of the bed. You immediately know that I am horny for you as you taste my pre-cum on your tongue. This drives you wild and you plunge two fingers in your already sticky sweet pussy, enjoying the sensation. You moan, and are deeply spellbound.

Now ready for me to enter you, you crawl on the bed and part your legs. I've got to taste your sweetness, and I lick quickly and firmly, knowing that you are ready to cum. You are likely more wet than I've ever known you to be!

I lick your pussy for 10 minutes or more and you cum over and over. Finally, you beg me to enter you.

On your back now, I lock my elbows under your knees, exposing your sweetness to my rock hard cock. You are so incredibly wet that there is no effort needed to push inside. We grind and fuck for five minutes like this and you cum, moan, and grind the whole time. Breathlessly, you ask me to switch positions...

I pull out and you immediately take my cock in your mouth, wanting to taste the sweetness of your pussy as it glistens over the head of my cock.

I push you gently down on the bed and you want it from the side. You pull your right leg up, exposing your sweet snatch. I enter you again and you immediately begin to wiggle with ecstasy. As I thrust into you, you begin to rub your clit now, cumming and cumming again. It is more intense now and you sense the need for more, harder, deeper and you plunge your finger inside your pussy as I continue to thrust. You are begging for harder, deeper now...

I continue to thrust and you pull your finger out for me to taste. It is a wonderful taste, a long time in coming and I love the way you are enjoying your body and the orgasms.

Our passion building now and you have done a fantastic job as I begin to explode inside of you. This time though, I want you to see my explosion and I pull out just as I cum on your belly. I wring out the last drops as you rub your fingers in it, fully impressed with the volume. You rub across your belly, then rub it on your clit.



Cumming Home



For the last ten months the only contact he had was email when he had the time and it had to be basic. Thank goodness she sent him pictures and voice clips to keep his morale up or he might have gone insane. This tour of duty had been hard on him, one man can only take so much. This one was the third 'going to war' and it felt emptier then any other time. This time he figured it was because he had someone to go home to. 

They met only 6 months before he left in an online chat room. They had discussed things he wasn't sure he would ever be able to tell anyone. They stayed up hours just talking on the phone about feelings and thoughts. They threw in hopes and dream conversations along the way. He had fallen in love with someone he had never met. He felt like he knew her better then he had ever known anyone and that she knew him just as well. 

When he got the call that he was to go on another tour he had a plane ticket to see her, since she was a couple states away. But he shipped out when he'd planned on visiting her, so he canceled his trip and went back to the 'war zone'. 

They of course had talked about the disappointment they both felt for not being able to meet and spend time together as they planned. But she said she understood and would keep in contact with him the best she could. With email it was a lot easier now then it had been for soldiers in the past. So almost daily he got a picture of her doing something in her life. One day it had been her with a coffee cup, looking half awake. It made him smile.

He had to admit that he liked the sexy pictures best. One time she got frisk and sent him a picture of her fingers in her pussy. Her juices were dripping around it her finger in the picture. She also sent him an email explaining in great detail how she had used her fingers to cum. She gave him details such as how her pussy clamped around her fingers and her body shook as her cum released. He had to take her email and photo to the boys room so that he too could cum as he thought of her. 

There were many other emails and each one of them was special to him for a different reason. They were exciting, sweet and some of them were arousing. He couldn't wait to get home and speak to her on the phone again. Then buy another plane ticket and see her in person. He had to calm down, he was getting way too excited and the helicopter wouldn't come to pick him up for another half hour. He ha to get his bags packed.

Finally he hears the helicopter approaching, he can't help himself and he grabs his bags then runs to the landing point. The helicopter is only the first part of his journey back home but he is excited. He gets the all clear and hurries onto the chopper, settling his bags beside him and easing into the seat. He relaxes as he prepares for the hour long ride to the nearest airport. 

Looking around he notices the faces of the other men and women that are also returning home after this tour. Some of them from his camp and others that were picked up before he got on board. As he looks from face to face all the emotions that have been devoid from combat are there. Their eyes telling a story of elation and trepidation, knowing all the things that have happened, things they've seen and heard. It will not be as it was before they left. The unknown is written all over them hands and feet twitchy, the salty sweat wafting through the cabin but most of all the guilt of things they went through and things they missed back home. No one knew what to expect when they got back to life as it was before. 

Shaking his head he goes back to thoughts of himself and the woman he fully intends to hold soon. He He thinks of how he will hold her, running his hands over her body as he places gentle kisses on her collar bone. Smiling he keeps wandering to her smile and thinks about how his hands will roam every inch of her. He'll then follow his touch with kisses, leading all the way down her body to her sweet spot. Mmmmm, her sweet spot. How many times had he wrapped his hand tightly around his cock and pumped it until cum shot out the tip? Well it had been far too many to times to count and all because this woman was always on his mind. The way she would feel, smell and taste drove him to a hardness he had never experienced. 

Adjusting to his uncomfortable uniform pants he decides to change his thoughts or the airport restroom stall will be a place to cum before his flight home. Smiling as he adjusts again he makes a checklist in his mind of things to do once he gets home. Get the dog, clean the cobwebs from the corners of the house and get the car out of storage. It's been ten months after all and his house was probably drab and musty from being empty. 

He got to the airport and boarded his flight. Keeping his mind on the trip back to civilization he decides that he should settle in since its a long 8 hours before touchdown. He asks the flight attendant if there are any cabins remaining, then upgrades when she says there is one left. He falls asleep thinking of his to do list. 

He wakes with a knock on the cabin door letting him know the plane is landing and he needs to be in his seat. Minutes later another knock and someone comes in to check that he is in fact up and ready for landing. Hearing the Captain over the intercom he realizes just how real coming home is. Finally, after so long he can call her. Once the plane stops with his hands shaking he picks up the phone and dials her number. She isn't at home so he hangs up and dials her cell phone. 

"Hello" She answers.

"Cyndy? Is it you?" He is almost jumping up and down with excitement.

"Welcome home baby! It's so good to hear your voice." She says with strong emotion in her voice

"I am finally back, we are just deplaning now. I will call you to talk more when I get home." He hangs up fast.

He feels silly just calling to hear her but his nerves get the better of him. He didn't even think to ask where she was or if she might be busy when he got home. He wasn't sure he cared, he knew that he needed her. Needed those hours and hours worth of conversation that they had always had. The ones where they got so tired they were giddy and couldn't stop laughing. She had a voice that was so sweet and innocent, but then she could sound sexier then hell if she talked just right. He was getting hard again thinking of the phone sex they had on many occasions. 

He got his bags and made his way to customs filling out the paperwork with immunizations statements signed. Then once it was all done he made his away around the corner to the lobby. Seeing all the families there to greet their loved ones made him envious that he had no one. He hears his name and looks down at his phone; no he'd hung it up. So he looks around and he sees her standing there. Suddenly he can't breathe, he can't move and he swallows hard. She is scared but smiling as she searches his face for some sign that everything is ok.

He moves closer with his arms outstretched, taking his hand and placing it on her cheek as he strokes it with his thumb. He brings her closer, kissing her forehead, each cheek and then kissing her hard on the lips. He is so happy to see her, so glad to have her in his arms that he is speechless. 

He pulls her in tighter to his body, he runs his hands over her slowly as he looks around, wishing they were alone. She goes to move away but he holds her in place, their bodies so close he is sure that she can feel his arousal. They had never met yet he felt as if he had known her all this time. His mind had made up the scene he was living too many times but it had never been like this. His palms were feeling clammy, his nostrils were inhaling her sweet vanilla smell, but he still couldn't say anything. What do you say after so much time. She had been patient and waited for him, surprised him and been here when he really needed her.

Finally he pulls away gently so he can look at her face, his eyes meeting hers, and his breath is gone again. He regains his composure and starts to speak in a hushed tone. Leaning into her as his breath tickles her ear.

"I can't begin to tell you what you being here means to me, I am elated that you are finally where I can touch you." He pushes his pelvis into hers a little more and then continues, "but as you can feel my cock is rock hard and has a mind of its own. It needs to get you alone very soon. Baby, I can't wait to fuck you and make you cum."

He felt her whole body shutter and then her hips wiggle as she gyrates into his cock a bit. He had to use his hands to keep her hips still. He held her in place and smiled at her reaction to him. He looked into her eyes again and smiled at her, using his lips to kiss hers with a passion he had only seen in the movies. Then breaking the kiss and taking her hand while holding his backpack in front of him to hide his obvious arousal, he leads her outside the terminal. 

"Where did you park your car?" He asks without thought.

"Not far. I can see it from here." She responds with a smile. 

She is so happy that he likes what he sees and it feels as though they have been together all this time. She walks beside him carrying one of his bags as he carries the others. Cyndy has been trying to figure out how he could have lived over there for ten months with just these three bags. She decides it's not important and opens the trunk for him to put in the bags. After closing the trunk he leans his back on it and again pulls her in to kiss her. 

He growls into her as his cock twitches inside his pants, almost painful from being hard so long. He reminds himself the quicker they get home the quicker he can have her to himself.

He opens the passenger seat for her and then walks to the driver's side. He grunts as he gets in because the seat is so close to the steering wheel. Laughing he looks at her and says, "We need to talk about you at least pushing the seat back for me after you drive. Gosh, you are short baby!" 

He takes a minute to adjust the car to suit him for driving and looks at her. He grins wide because she is really here, sitting beside him as he drives home. He backs out of the parking spot and starts to ask her questions about how long she's been in town and how long she's staying. The drive to his house seems shorter than it had before, maybe because he was in a hurry to get her into bed. Now he was thankful he talked to a cleaning service to have clean sheets and towels laid out for him and have the furniture uncovered. 

He parks in his driveway and leans over to kiss her, his hand at the back of her head holding her close. The space between them was too much so he breaks the kiss and exits the car to help her out of the passenger seat. He looks her in the eyes and quite seriously states, "I need you to know that once you come into my house with me there are no guarantees what will happen. If I decide to keep you then you will stay. Right now I can tell you that my heart is fond of you but my dick wants you worse than it's ever wanted anyone. Will you come inside?"

That shiver runs through her body again, and he sees her visibly shake it off and then look into his eyes. He can see her hesitation and fear. Yet he sees something else that he has never known. He can't think too clearly since his cock is as hard as the metal on the car, his nose breathing her in every time he inhales; it's all he can do to keep from flinging her over his shoulder and taking her inside whether she agrees or not.

He runs his hand up the side of her body and cups her cheek, leaning in to once again kiss her. He kisses her with want and hunger. His patience is wearing thin as he really does need to take her soon. "Baby what do you say?" 

She exhales hard and slow as she says, "I want you, I even believe myself to..." she pauses and then says " love you I am just worried that you will not want me after our first night. That you will ask me to leave in the morning and not return. That being said and all the mushiness aside, my pussy is dripping wet and it wants your cock deep inside of it." 

At that he picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, carrying her to his front door and unlocking it. Finally setting her on her feet once inside the door, he took a minute to peek out the door and push the lock button on her car. He promptly snatches her back into his arms and carries her up the staircase to his bedroom. Gently placing her on the bed as he kisses her, he has to keep reminding himself that taking her rough and hard the first time is not a good idea. 

He stops to think that it's been a long time since he has had a nice long shower, then smiles down at her as he starts to unbutton her shirt. Lifting her up he removes it. Her breasts catch his attention through the black lace bra she has on. He slides the bra up and over her breasts as he kneels down and takes each one into his mouth. Using his teeth he grinds the nipples a little. She arches her back and he tugs at her nipple to see her reaction. Instead he hears it as she cries out and wriggles under him. 

He stops his assault on her breasts, and stands at the side of the bed. He offers his hand to her then helps her stand. He puts his arms tightly around her again and squeezes. He leans down to cover her mouth with his sweeping his tongue inside when she parts her lips. Growling loud and primal, he feels the urge to take her now.

"Take the rest of your clothes off for me baby." He says as his eyes roam over her.

Watching her closely as she slowly removes her bra, undoing each clasp, she looks into his eyes as it drops to the floor. He can't stand it, his patience are gone since he's wanted her for so long. He moves quickly and rips the jeans from her hips, pulling them down hard as they resist. She gasps with shock as he leaves her in just black lace panties.

He eyes those like they are in the way too. His hand grabs the front of the lace and a loud tearing sound is heard throughout the room as her panties come off in one strong pull.

She feels vunerable as she stands before him completely naked. He wants to turn her over and place her face down on the bed then fuck her hard from behind without any tenderness. Yet his conscience won't let him and he starts to remove his pants as though in a slow strip tease. Watching her face as each piece of clothing comes off, he sees her smile as all his muscles are revealed, especially his large engorged cock. 

He takes her hand and leads her to the bathroom, reaching into the shower to turn the water on. He lets it heat up while he entwines his hand in her hair and brings her to him. Kissing her fiercely, he pushes her to her knees. His hand still wrapped with her hair he brings her head over his cock. Growling low and demanding, "Open your mouth wide baby, you will take all of me deep in your throat. I will make you gag on my cock."

All she can do is moan as he shoves his cock deep into her mouth. Her gagging sounds echo against the bathroom walls. He smiles as she slurps and gags around him. He throws his head back and enjoys the grip her mouth has on him. She's so sweet and tight as he rams his cock down her throat again and again. Then without warning he jerks back and leaves her mouth, her spit dripping off of him. She complains and looks at him with eyebrows raised.

"I was enjoying that. May I suck you more please?" She begs.

"I was enjoying that more than you my dear. Your mouth is so wet, hot and damn tight down your throat that I was about to shoot my load!" He groans as he gently strokes himself.

He reaches down grabs her arms and yanks her to her feet. He opens the shower door, checks the temperature and steps inside taking her with him. Not seeing any soap he reaches for his shampoo. He squirts a little into his hand, lathers it up then with both hands starts to stroke his cock. He sees her watching him with lust in her eyes. She wants him almost as much as he wants her. He stops stroking and takes her hands in his, then dabs a little shampoo into her hands. She uses it to lather up just as he had, and then he gasps as her hands grab his hard cock tightly. She begins to stroke him with rhythmic up and down motions until she feels his balls slap against her hand. 

"Oh baby! That feels too good, stop stroking or I will cum. It's too soon to cum. I want you to cum a couple times before I do." He declares as he pushes her hands away from his cock. 

She again expresses her dissatisfaction at being stopped, and drops her hands to her side in fists while she thinks of what to do next. He captures her hands in one of his and holds them above her head. Slowly he trails nibbles down her torso until he reaches just above her clit. Running his hands along her body to meet his mouth he opens her pussy lips gently and swirls his tongue around her clit then sucks it into his mouth. She writhes and wiggles as the sensations of his mouth hit her hard, causing ripples of pleasure to course through her. 

He continues to lick and suck on her taut clit with his tongue as his fingers massage her slit. As her juices leak out on his fingers he knows she is ready and gently urges two fingers inside of her. He wants to be rough but fights the demons calling out to him, and remains gentle with her. He wants what is between them to stay special and sweet, not rough and rushed... not yet anyway. Two fingers caress and stroke inside her until only his knuckles can be seen. God that looks good, his fingers deep inside her as his tongue works around her clit, her juices spilling from around his fingers to the shower floor and wasted down the drain. 

He grunts as he holds back his temptation to pound his cock deep into her. He is so hard now it hurts. His balls are pulled tight expecting release, his cock has sprung to attention, throbbing hard and his engorged head is purple, just waiting to sink into her. He puts the thought of the pain aside and continues to use his fingers to stroke and stretch her. He doesn't want to hurt her, he wants her to have as much pleasure as she can. Then he realizes that she is bucking against his fingers as they work in and out. He feels her body tense and barely curls his fingers up to hit that sensitive spot. She cries out loud and rotates her hips while a gush of fluid flows out and onto the shower floor. He removes his fingers and inserts his tongue sucking her into his mouth lapping at her throbbing wet pussy.

"You taste better then I thought you would. You looked so sexy with my fingers in you." He moans under his breath between lapping and sucking. "Baby I can't hold out any longer I have to take you. Come here."

He picks her up and leans her back against the wall as their hips join. His cock just pressed into her pussy lips, they both look down to see as he slowly lowers her onto his cock. They watch as her pussy grips him inch by inch. The head, then the shaft disappear inside her, and she squirms to adjust to being stretched. He wants to pump so bad, wants to just give her all of him fast and hard, but he knows he can't. He throws his head back and lets out a roar as he feels his cock sink into her, all the way to the hilt. She has her arms around his neck, using his shoulders as leverage as she lifts herself up then lowers back down onto him. 

"You are so tight, your pussy gripping me with every muscle. Oh baby!" He huffs as he strains to hold back.

She senses his need to let go. She knows that he is holding back so she works her hips faster and deeper to milk him. She wants him to claim her, to make her his by draining his seed beside her womb. Not afraid of him or what he will think she gives into her own passion, "Cum for me John, please cum. I want you to cum deep inside me, don't hold back anymore."

He hears her speak and responds by taking her hips in his hands. He then moves her up and down, hard and fast, so hard that she screams. He can't stop now and continues to fuck her fast and rough, breathing faster and faster. One last push and he slams against her wall as he cums inside her.. They are both shouting loudly and moaning as she cums with him. She collapses onto him as he holds her tight and presses her back against the shower wall to stay upright. Once his strength returns he lifts her off of him, her pussy making the slurping sound as it relinquishes his cock and a little of his cum joins hers swirling down the drain.



Cumming Home



It had been a long and exhausting flight, and I was really looking forward to seeing Mom and Dad again. I had had a rewarding couple of years as an aid volunteer in Cambodia, but I had so missed my own bed and Mom's cooking. Admittedly, as a seventeen year old I hadn't been able to wait to escape the restrictions of home, but after only six months away experiencing the deprivation and abject poverty in the South East Asian villages, I began to really appreciate what I had left behind. I stuck it out for a further eighteen months, but by then I'd seen more than enough misery to last a lifetime. I'd even be glad to see Danni again. Danni was my twin sister, and like typical siblings we had always seemed to be at war with each other, but in the past two years I'd matured in my attitudes so perhaps she had also.

I understood now that what I had seen as Dad's dictatorial attitude was just his awkward way of trying to set me on the right path, just as Mom's apparent possessiveness was her way of shielding me from the big bad world. Now I would more than happy to feel her plump arms pressing me to her voluminous breasts, and hear his gruff voice barking out orders. Not that I would take any notice of him, but it would be definite confirmation that I was finally home. He wasn't really my dad, because Mom had only been fifteen when she had Donna and me, and she had met and married him when she was eighteen. The identity of our natural father was seldom discussed, and every time I asked, Mom changed the subject. The name on our birth certificates was that of a boy who had moved to another city with his parents soon after Mom became pregnant. The truth was to come out eventually, but by then so much had happened that it came as no great surprise.

I caught a cab from the airport, and asked the driver to drop me off at the corner of the street, intending to sneak into the house and surprise everyone. Little did I know the surprise I would be getting. Letting myself in through the back door, I tiptoed into the living room, but my heart sank when I found nobody. I went through the house, checking every room twice until I eventually had to accept that nobody was home. Still, it didn't mean I couldn't spring a surprise, because it would be just as good if Mom and Dad came home and found me sitting on the couch as though I'd never been away. Just as I was leaving their bedroom I noticed an envelope in the wastebasket next to the computer desk. Opening the flap, I withdrew what I recognised as a wedding anniversary card, and I suddenly realised that my parents' anniversary had been just three days ago. Opening the card I found a CD, on which was written in Mom's neat hand, "To my darling husband. I hope you like the surprise."

Curiosity aroused, I switched on Mom's computer and inserted the disc. When it had booted up I found a rear view photo of a stunningly slender brunette, totally nude. One by one I clicked through the photos that followed, each a little more provocative than the last, but all with a hand placed modestly in the strategic places. Although the nipples were concealed, the ripe perfection of her breasts, the promise contained in the parted thighs, and the thought of what was hidden by those carefully placed hands caused my cock to stir, and in seconds I had a hard on that would crack a diamond. Whoever was in the photos was certainly alluring, and the way she hid everything made her even more so. As I slowly stroked my bone my eyes moved to her face for the first time, and my jaw dropped in shock. It couldn't possibly be, but it unmistakably was! It seemed to me that it was obviously photoshopped, but this sleek babe most men would give their eye teeth to fuck was wearing my mother's face! Mom was at least sixty pounds heavier than the babe in the photos, but the thought of her having a body even remotely like that made my cock throb, and I knew I would never be able to look at her in the same way again.

Feeling guilty about having such shocking thoughts about my own mother, I removed the disc from the computer and slipping it into the envelope with the card, I carefully replaced it as I had found it. No sooner had I switched off the computer, when I heard a car pull into the driveway, and I hastily dashed downstairs and seated myself on the couch just as the front door opened. 

I gawked in stunned disbelief at the woman who walked in. It was Mom's face, but she definitely had the svelte body I had been fantasising about in the photos. She let out a scream of surprised delight when she saw me, and I barely had time to stand up before she threw herself into my arms. "Oh Danny!" she gasped. "It's so good to have you home. Let me look at you. Has it really only been two years? You've grown so much." She held me at arm's length as she looked me up and down. "My god, you're even more handsome than ever."

I grinned as I looked her over. "You've changed a bit yourself Mom." This was a gross understatement, because she looked even more sensational in the flesh than in the carefully posed photos. "What happened? And where's Dad and Danni?"

Her face fell and her shoulders drooped. "Danni is at your Grandpa's for a few days. Dad's gone Danny. He left me. I should have seen it coming but I didn't. Things haven't been so good between us for a long time, but we hid it from you. He was always picking on me about my weight, and then soon after you left I began to suspect he was seeing someone else. I didn't want to lose him so I began dieting and exercising. I thought it was working because although he hadn't touched me in over a year he started looking at me differently, so to clinch it I had some – shall we say, 'interesting' – photos taken for our anniversary. I gave them to him a few days ago and he hit the roof, called me a slut for letting a stranger see my nude body, and stormed out. Thinking about it now I realise it was just the excuse he'd been looking for."

Mom had no reservations about mentioning the photos, because she had always encouraged us to be open rather than secretive. In fact she had often mentioned that before she met Dad she had only ever been intimate with one man, and he had been the one who made her pregnant. When she finished telling me about Dad's reaction to the photos she broke down sobbing, and I took her awkwardly in my arms, trying to give her what little comfort I could. After what seemed like forever she finally fell silent, and I became increasingly conscious of her gorgeous feminine body pressed tightly against me. I swear I didn't intend it, but suddenly my hand was on the swelling of her boob, squeezing and moving in gentle circles. She stiffened for a moment and then relaxed. "Oh Danny," she whispered, covering my hand with hers. "You know you shouldn't do that. I'm your mother." I heard the words, but the action spoke louder. For just an instant she had pressed my hand tighter against her, and instead of pushing it away, when she removed her own hand she left mine where it was. Unable to help myself I switched to her other breast, tweaking her nipple through the double layer of fabric.

I opened my mouth to tell her I had seen the photos, but that would have been an admission that I had been prying, and one rule we had always strictly observed in the household was never to invade anyone else's space. Instead I looked into her eyes, uncertain what it was that I saw there. "Mom, if you can tell me with complete honesty that you want me to stop I will."

She thought for a moment, then shook her head in resignation. "I can't Danny," she said quietly, "because the truth is I want you. I've wanted you for longer than you can imagine but I said and did nothing because I was afraid you'd think me bad. Even though I loved your Dad, many times when he was doing it to me I've wished it was you inside me. Until I felt your hand on my breasts just now I've never been able to admit it even to myself." 

By the time she finished speaking my hands were inside her shirt and under her bra, fondling the firm flesh and teasing the hard rubbery nipples. The tone of her voice had made it quite clear that she had absolutely no qualms about incest, and she stood calmly as I stripped her to the waist and studied her superb tits with their prominent brown nipples. I lowered my head to take one into my mouth, sucking hungrily as I fumbled with the fastening of her jeans, and she reached to unbuckle my belt. She dropped to her knees in surrender, pulling down my jeans and shorts in one move. "Come to Momma," she murmured, taking my rigid schlong between her full lips, and I let out a moan as I watched my pole sliding sensually in and out of my mother's mouth.

"Oh god Mom," I gasped, "that's awesome. Suck it hard. Suck my big cock dry. Let me cum down your throat."

To my disappointment she withdrew her mouth. "Later Baby, later. I promise, but first Mommy wants her horny son to fuck her hard. I've waited too long for this, so send me to heaven with your wonderful young cock." Turning her back she stripped off her jeans and panties, and bent over with her palms flat on the cushions of the couch. For the first time I saw the treasure her hands had hidden in the photos, and a lump came into my throat. I'd never seen anything as perfect as the delicately formed silky smooth slit, with just a suggestion of a pink clit peeping from between the slightly parted lips. An inarticulate moan escaped my lips as I dropped to my knees behind her. Grasping her heart shaped ass I pulled her towards me, licking up and down my Mom's exotically scented slot. 

Each time my tongue rasped against her love bud she jerked as though she'd been stung, and pushed herself tighter against my face. "MM, that's the way Baby Boy, munch Mommy's twat. Make me cum with your tongue." 

For long minutes I pleasured this sensuous woman who had given birth to me, licking her hot moist pussy, and poking my questing tongue into the hole I had emerged from almost twenty years ago. As I nibbled her clit she gave out a long low moan, grinding her quim into my face as her exotic juices flowed into my mouth. Whilst she was still trembling in orgasm I stood up, and taking hold of her hips I jammed my quivering cock into her wet shaven snatch. It was hard to believe that this horny brunette, barely thirty five years old was really my mother, and I reached forward to grasp her dangling tits, pulling her back onto my throbbing cock as I fucked her with wild abandon. 

With each powerful thrust she moaned out loud, and as I felt my load building she began to flop about like a rag doll. "YES Danny, YES! Fuck your dirty slut of a mother! Pump my slippery cunt full of your hot cock cream!"

Picking up on her mood I responded in kind. "You want it, you can have it you filthy whore. Take that. And that! And that!" I yelled, punctuating my words with driving thrusts of my stiff rod. Releasing one of her tits I reached under to finger her clit, and she stiffened as I pumped blast after blast of scalding jism into her clutching love tunnel. Mom's hot cunt finished sucking the last of the cum from my pole, and I pulled out and collapsed onto the couch.

"Holy shit Mom, that was the most incredible fuck I ever had. I can't believe the way your gorgeous tight twat sucked me dry."

"Thank you for saying that Son, even if it's not true. I always hoped you'd be a good fuck, but if I'd even dreamed you'd be as sensational as that I would have spread my legs for you years ago." She seated herself beside me and took my limp tool in her hand, squeezing and stroking. "As soon as I can get this hard again" she whispered, "I'll show you I always keep my promises." She turned to face me, putting one foot up on the cushion so I could see my load leaking out of her hole, and I started to rise to the occasion. Leaning forward she engulfed my shaft, suctioning me back to full erection, and I leaned back as for the second time I watched Mom's sweet bow shaped lips sliding up and down my fuck pole. Her talented tongue went to work, circling the head and teasing the length of my love muscle, and I moaned with passion.

"Fuck yes Mom, suck my hard cock. Oh yes, just like that. I want to cum down your throat." She redoubled her efforts and I raised my hips to meet her as I fucked her hot mouth. "Oh god Mom, keep going. Suck harder, I'm nearly there. Don't stop ... Ohhh fuuuuck yesss!" I groaned long and loud as my love juice poured out in a torrent, forcing her to swallow frantically. She continued to lick and suck until I was totally drained, and then she stood up.

"I needed that," she grinned, "but you've had a long trip and you must want more to eat than pussy. I'll make some sandwiches, then we can go to bed and fuck the night away."

Ignoring our mingled juices running down the insides of her slender toned thighs, she padded naked into the kitchen. As I watched, I reflected that even though over the past couple of years I'd fucked the brains out of countless exotic young oriental chicks, all hungry for big western cock, none could compare with the hot temptress I'd just given two loads of cum to. Besides, I was realising that I had a taste for smooth shaven cunts, which was something village peasant girls in Asia were reluctant to do. Besides, with them it had been nothing more than sex, but with Mom there was a close emotional connection. The thought of a whole night spent plundering Mom's eager wet twat set my cock twitching again, and I was suddenly impatient to get the sandwiches eaten and take her to bed.

I don't know how many times we made love that first night, and believe me, we were making love, not just having sex, but I know it was almost dawn when we finally fell into an exhausted sleep, with me snuggled up behind her, my spent cock nestled in her cream filled snatch. It was late morning when I finally roused from a refreshing slumber, to feel Mom's insatiable cunt sliding back and forth on my stiffening prick. After a long leisurely and gentle fuck I hauled myself out of bed and went to answer a call of nature. On my way back from the bathroom I picked up the hastily discarded clothing from the floor in front of the couch, just as I heard a key turning in the front door lock. In a mad panic I raced for my room and dumped the clothes on my bed before pulling on my boxers, emerging just in time to meet Danni and Gramps.

Mom's Dad didn't appear to have aged much since I'd last seen him. Perhaps he had a little more silver at the temples, but still looked ten years younger than his actual fifty six or seven. The big change was in Danni. She wore a short top which revealed her midriff, and the briefest pair of mini shorts I'd ever seen. There was not a trace of the puppy fat of a couple of years ago. Her waist was trimmed down, and her boobs had filled out, and all I could do was stare speechlessly. The only way I could find to describe her was absolutely fucking awesome, and even that didn't do her justice. Now that Mom had introduced me to the delights of incestuous love I was glad I had just fucked her, otherwise I swear that looking at Sis I would have had a boner that reached from me to her. Fortunately Mom chose that moment to come out of her room, giving me an excuse to turn my back and hide the stirring in my shorts. She had taken the time to throw on a loose summer frock, although I felt certain that was all she had on, and looking from Danni to me she glanced down at my growing bulge and grinned knowingly.

"I think you'd better put some clothes on. You're not in the jungle now," she laughed.

"Now just hold on a minute!" Sis protested. "I haven't had a chance to say hello to my long lost brother." Throwing her arms around my neck she pressed herself against me, pulling my head down and kissing me, not passionately, but not exactly the way a sister should kiss her brother either. "OK," she whispered quietly, "you can get dressed now. If you must." With my mind in a whirl, and my imagination running riot, I fled to my room fighting the urge to jerk off as I dressed hastily. 

When I finally came out, Mom was busy in the kitchen. "If you two would like to drive to the store," she said, addressing Danni and me, "you can pick up some flour and potatoes and I'll make a steak pie for tonight."

"Sure Mom, but I'm driving." Danni smirked and poked her tongue at me. "The Neanderthal here is fresh from the wilds, so we can't trust him on civilised roads yet. Come on you."

I don't know who taught her to drive, but I suspect she learned from watching the grand prix on television, because by the time we returned I was a bundle of nerves. Climbing out of the car I headed shakily for the house, but she stopped me and put a finger to her lips. Taking my hand she led me to the window, and a wide grin lit up her face. "Good, I was hoping I'd timed it right." 

I looked in and what I saw explained why my Mom had been so casual about incest. It also explained why she was so keen for Danni and I to go together to the store. Gramps was naked, and Mom was coming from the bathroom wearing only a towel, which he immediately removed and started groping her boobs. With a grin, she sat on the edge of the couch and leaned forward to wrap her mouth around his cock. After a few moments she sprawled back, humping her hips as Gramps dropped to his knees and licked furiously at her smooth slit. "Isn't that the horniest sight you ever saw?" Danni whispered, reaching out a hand to stroke my now throbbing cock. "How would you like to do that to me?" 

"Oh fuck yes." I groaned, putting my hand on her crotch.

"Not so fast brother of mine," she chuckled, pushing me away. "Don't you know a girl likes to have her tits played with first? Let's get out of sight of the street and you can suck my nipples before we go inside and join the oldies." I couldn't believe my own sister was actually putting the word on me, but I wasn't about to argue the point. Following her lead, I moved around the side of the house and pulled up her top to reveal her magnificently firm young breasts. She sighed with pleasure and leaned back against the wall as I took her hard nipple into my mouth. For several moments I sucked each in turn, fondling and kneading the succulent tit flesh, before what she had said about joining Mom and Gramps suddenly registered. Raising my head I looked at her sharply.

"Did you say something about joining the oldies?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "Sure, why not?"

"But doesn't the thought of Gramps seeing your body bother you?"

"Hell no," she laughed, "it wouldn't exactly be the first time."

My surprised expression seemed to amuse her even more because she broke out into a fit of giggling. "Don't look so shocked. If you must know, he's been fucking me for years, and before you go all prudish on me I'll tell you something else. Mom always has a sort of a glow about her when she's just been fucked. She had that today when I came home, and I'm guessing it was you." I really had no answer so I just shrugged, and she gripped my cock through my pants. "Just as I thought, now let's go inside. I want to feel this in me." 

I followed nervously but Sis just marched into the living room and stood looking down at Mom and Gramps. "Hey you two, the least you could have done is wait until we got back." she said stripping off what little she was wearing and flopping onto the couch beside them. Opening her legs wide she looked at me. "OK Bro, get undressed and start licking. You've got some catching up to do." For a moment I was too stunned to move. All I could do was stare at her cunt, which like Mom's was devoid of hair. She reached out a foot impatiently and kicked my ankle, and as I stripped Mom reached across and began to fondle her rosy nippled tits. 

Kneeling between Danni's thighs I looked from one to the other. Their bodies were so alike, yet so different. Their boobs were about the same size and shape, but Danni's were slightly firmer and tipped with rose pink nipples, whereas Mom's nipples were brown and imperceptibly bigger. Both bellies were slightly rounded, one from youth, the other from maturity. The big difference though was in their pussies. Mom's was reddened and slightly puffy, possibly from recent activity, but despite her earlier assertion that Gramps had been fucking her for years, my sister's twat looked almost pristine and untouched. What really drew my attention was her prominent clit, and I moved closer, eager to taste her heady essence. 




Cumming Home



Working a finger in and out of her wet hole, I fastened my lips on her love bud, repeatedly sucking it in and pushing it out with the tip of my tongue, wanking it like a miniscule cock. Her hips arched up from the cushions as Sis started to orgasm, and she tangled her fingers in my hair, forcing my face tighter against her snatch and begging me to drink her cum. Removing my finger I covered her hole with my mouth, coaxing out her juices with my probing tongue. It seemed to me that she was never going to stop cumming, but eventually she pushed me away and sat up with a satisfied sigh. 

"My god Bro, that was amazing. Now it's your turn. I want to suck you for a while, and then we'll settle down to some serious brother-sister fucking." Before she could change her mind I stood up and pushed my stiff tool between her lips, and she sucked enthusiastically for a few moments before withdrawing. "Yum, Mom tastes good today." she quipped, reminding me that I had clean forgotten to shower when she and Gramps had shown up after I had just fucked Mom. "Now don't you dare cum in my mouth, because I want all that lovely cream in my pussy." She engulfed my shaft again, and I held her head as I fucked her sensuous mouth. 

As her lips and tongue worked their magic, I looked to one side and saw that Mom and Gramps had started fucking. If possible I grew even hornier as I watched his hard rod driving in and out of his daughter's shaven cunt. My Mom's cunt. The same cunt I had filled with cum only a couple of hours earlier. I felt my orgasm start to build, and I tapped Danni's head in warning. She withdrew her mouth quickly and lay back, and as I positioned myself between her widespread thighs, I asked myself how lucky could one guy get. I'd spent a whole night fucking my unbelievably horny Mom, and now I was being invited to stick my cock into my equally horny sister.

I parted her pouting lower lips with the head of my tool and then hesitated. Much as I desperately wanted to ravage her waiting and clearly willing crack, there was a part of me that wanted to believe she was still a cock virgin. After all she was my baby sister, admittedly by only fifteen minutes, but I had always thought of her as my baby sister. The slack mouth and the look of need in her eyes was all it took to convince me, and I drove my hips forward, spearing deep into her liquid depths. "YES DANNY! OH FUCK YES!" she screeched, rising to meet me. "I've waited five years for this so fuck me hard, fuck me fast, and fuck me good!" 

Her unexpected admission brought a twinge of regret at missed opportunities. 

The number of times during our early teens that I'd spied on my sister in the hope of seeing something, even a hint of a boob or a nipple. I had often contrived to 'accidentally' walk in on her when she was dressing or undressing, and there had been one memorable time when I had walked into the bathroom after she had showered. What had made it even better was that I hadn't known she was home so it was for once a genuine accident. Her whole head and face had been swathed in a towel as she dried her hair, and there had been several moments when I had been able to look at her firm ripening breasts and her exquisite pussy. Closing the door quietly I had rushed to my room to jerk off, spilling my cum into a pair of her panties I had sneaked from the wash basket. I had never for an instant thought that she would have been willing to let me fuck her, instead of just dreaming about it. 

In all honesty though, in my mind it hadn't been my sister I had been fantasising about when I rubbed my teenage cock. It had simply been a case of her being the only naked female I had ever seen in the flesh. On reflection maybe it had been for the best, because those days I might have disappointed her with my performance. Now that I was experienced I was confident I could fuck her to her total satisfaction. Simply having my dick in my sister would be beyond my wildest dreams, but now I was desperate to please her.

I leaned back slightly for the first few strokes to admire the way her exquisite bald pussy flexed to accommodate my thrusting manhood, and put one hand out to stimulate her clit whilst the other reached to caress her wonderful tits. Once we had established a rhythm, she put a hand on the back of my neck, pulling my face to hers for the most mind blowing kiss I'd ever experienced. As our tongues met in a sensuous dance I began to move my hips from side to side, so that my hard cock entered from varying angles. Her breathing became ragged, and she broke off the kiss to whisper in my ear. "I love you Danny. My lover brother. I love your wonderful cock and I love how you're fucking me. Make me cum. Fill my cunt to the brim. I want us to make up for the years we missed."

I instinctively recognised the truth in her words, for they echoed my own thoughts and feelings. Despite our constant fighting when we were younger there had always been a special bond between us, and now, in our erotic coupling, there was more than merely the natural empathy. Physically and sexually we were in tune, each aware what the other was experiencing as we shared our bodies in our phenomenal brother-sister fuck. The illicitness of our sexual joining added a new dimension as, free at last of society's restraints we soared together to unimagined heights of ecstasy. Each thrust into my sister's wet twat was matched by her internal muscles clamping my cock like a velvet vice. As one we began to tremble, and we clutched each other with our lips locked together, and her nipples boring into my chest as spurt after spurt of my love juice flooded the hidden recesses of her cunt. I took my weight on my elbows, lying silent and motionless, content to allow her still active muscles to tighten and relax, rhythmically milking my cock of the last creamy drops, until finally she broke the silence.

"Thank you my love." 

It was only four words, but the meaning behind them would take volumes to express. 

Slowly I withdrew, and sat back on my heels. As Danni sat upright, Mom put her arms around us both. We looked at her, surprised to see tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh my sweet darlings," she whispered. "that was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I could feel the power of the love you gave to each other." Beside her, Gramps cleared his throat uncomfortable at such an overt display of emotion. His eyes were fixed on Danni's cum filled snatch, and despite having just fucked his daughter his rod still stood up stiff and straight.

"Oh poor Gramps," Danni laughed, "are you being neglected? Never mind, we'll soon fix that." Leaning across Mom she took him into her mouth, sucking with easy familiarity before gulping down a mouthful of jizz.

Mom waited patiently until she had finished and then went into the kitchen, partially covering her nudity with an apron as she set about making the promised pie. Danni joined her, peeling potatoes and preparing vegetables, whilst Gramps and I sat talking. Finally I had to ask the question which had been at the back of my mind since I had first watched him with Mom through the window. "Gramps, how long have you and Mom been doing it together?"

He thought for several moments, then apparently decided to make a clean breast of it. "Your Mom gave me her virginity on her fourteenth birthday. When I went into her room to say goodnight she was lying on her bed naked, and she asked me to do with her what I did with her Mommy. Her breasts and pussy looked so beautiful and inviting that I couldn't help myself. From then on she asked me to fuck her every chance we had."

I sat absorbing what he had told me, then I asked, "Does Danni know all this?"

He nodded. "She saw us together one time. When she asked your Mom about it she told her the whole story. She must have attached some significance to the fact that it happened on your Mom's birthday, because when hers came around she came to me and asked me to do her. Actually you missed out there. She told me she really wanted you to do it, but because the pair of you were always fighting she thought you would refuse."

I shook my head in sudden realisation. "So that's what she meant when she said she'd waited five years. God, I must have been blind. Now I think of it all the signs were there. I just didn't recognise them." A germ of suspicion was creeping into my mind. There was one more question, and I was fairly certain that I already knew the answer. Rather than framing it as a direct question, I spoke as though I was thinking aloud. "Mom said that apart from Dad, who she met when Danni and I were small, she only ever had sex with one man. If that's the case it can only mean one thing."

His failure to answer was all the answer I needed. Since I had only just realised that Gramps was my natural father as well as my grandfather, I needed time to sort out my thoughts and feelings. Until yesterday, when I saw how desirable Mom had become, incest had been an alien concept to me. True I had had fantasies about Sis, but most teenage boys fantasised about their sisters or other female relations, but fantasy was all it had been, with no real chance of it becoming reality. Yet less than twenty four hours later everything had changed. I had not only slept with my mother, fucking repeatedly without an instant's hesitation or regret, I had rejoiced in fucking my twin sister.

In view of this I could hardly criticise Gramps for taking what was offered. There was no doubt in my mind that he would not have loved Mom or Danni any less if he had not fucked them. The sex was merely a different way of expressing an already indestructible love. There was no way of knowing if he had intentionally impregnated his daughter, but what was done was done, so there was no point dwelling on it. 

The ladies joined us whilst we waited for the meal to cook. It was a tight squeeze fitting the four of us on a three seater couch, but the closeness reflected the emotional bond we had. 

I don't think I ever enjoyed a meal as much as I enjoyed my first home cooked meal in over two years. After a constant diet of mainly rice and vegetables, the steak pie and potatoes made a more than welcome change.

After we finished eating and the dishes had been washed, we sat chatting comfortably until the meal had settled, then Sis came and plumped herself on my lap and kissed me long and hard. I was acutely conscious of her naked pussy nestling close to my tool, and I started stroking her wonderful boobs. She sighed as her nipples hardened, and she whispered in my ear. "Can we sleep together tonight Danny?" I answered with an eager nod of my head, and she looked into my eyes. "Great, but I want you to do something for me first. I want to see you fuck Mom, and then I want you to watch Gramps fuck me. Then we can go to bed and spend all night making love."

I looked at Mom, and although she couldn't possibly have heard Danni's whisper, she smiled and nodded, then taking my free hand she guided it to her own breast. As I caressed the breasts of the two women who meant everything in the world to me, I realised that what my sister had asked me must have been planned between them as they worked together in the kitchen. Sis moved from my lap and gazed avidly as Mom straddled me and guided my rigid cock into her waiting slit. Slowly and steadily she began to ride my fuck pole, leaning forward to offer me her boobs. My mouth opened to accept her hard brown nipple, and as I sucked she gasped and her cum trickled down my shaft. Eventually I had to stop sucking to catch my breath, and glancing to one side I saw Danni facing me with her eyes fixed firmly on my driving prick. She had Gramps' cock in one hand, and her tits were heaving as she thrust a finger rapidly in and out of her glistening twat. This erotic vision was all I needed, and I gasped as my jerking love muscle pumped a fountain of thick cum into my Mom's slippery fuck hole.

She lifted herself off me and sat beside me breathing heavily, and my horny sister immediately knelt between her thighs. "Quick Gramps," she pleaded lifting her perfect ass into the doggy position, "Fuck me now!" As our father/grandfather plunged his tool into her she fastened her mouth on to our mother's just fucked snatch. Watching Gramps fuck her as she licked my cum from Mom's cunt started my cock twitching, and I knew I was in for a night, and hopefully a lifetime to remember.



Cumming Home



"Thanks for not making a big deal about that creep at the restaurant," you say.

"I know you can handle yourself—but his date sure looked pissed when you came over. What did you whisper in his ear?"

You giggle, low and throaty; a giggle I know you only use when you've done something particularly evil, and enjoyed it. You lean over the armrest giving me a fantastic view of your unencumbered breasts under your low-cut silk blouse. 

"I said," you whisper, leaning into my ear, "pssss pssss psssss psssss."

"You said nothing?"

"You think the latina firecracker he was with will believe him when he tells her that?"

We pull into the circular driveway in front of the house. I walk around the car to help you out. As you start towards the house, I run my hand up your thigh to pat your sexy ass. 

"Babe? Exactly where are your panties?" I ask as my hand meets nothing but supple, smooth flesh under the skirt.

You lean back on the fender of the car—then giggle again. "In the pocket of his coat; you think she'll mind when she find them?"

"Mind? I think we'll read his obituary in tomorrow's paper! That was too cruel."

You leer at me impishly—"So? What are you going to do about it?"

Reading your mind, I spin you around by one arm and bend you over the car fender. With a loud *SMACK* I slap your ass. "OW!" you shriek, a little too loud for our quiet neighborhood. Before I can let you up, I notice a small, horizontal sliver of light in one of the windows on the house across the street. Someone is still awake at this late hour.

Instead of releasing you, I slide my hand up your skirt, caressing your inner thigh and brushing your pussy with the back of my hand. Your body shudders a little, and you start to protest and stand up, but I keep firm hold on your arm. " No," I whisper in your ear, "Your punishment is to let me do what I want to you here and now." I punctuate the sentence by sliding a finger into your already wet pussy, causing a new, harder shudder.

You start to protest, but I begin to work my fingers in and out of your kitty and all you can manage is a guttural "Unnnngh!" as you bend further over the hood. Your hips begin to sway in time with my fingers, and, after a couple of minutes, I can feel the tell-tale quiver in your body that signals an impending orgasm. 

I remove my hand, and let your skirt fall back in place. You turn quickly, "Don't stop, now dammit!"

I reach around you with both hands and grasp your ass firmly, pulling you to me. In one motion, I lift you up onto the hood of the car, laying you back. I lean in and lift the front of your skirt, exposing your glistening cunny to the moonlight. I exhale lightly, blowing across your exposed clit; your pussy reacts, goosebumps forming on the moist lips. One hand up under your blouse, playing with your rigid nipples and gasping breasts, you throw your knees over my shoulders, pulling my face in closer. "Stop teasing me, you bastard!" you hiss through clenched teeth.

Spreading your labia with my fingers, I slowly run my tongue up one side and down the other, carefully avoiding your clit, except to blow lightly on it with each pass. Under my fingertips, I feel your pulse race and throb. I gently grasp your clitoris with my lips, rubbing the end of the erect nub circularly with the tip of my tongue. As I intensify my attentions on your button, I slide my fingers quickly into your waiting slit, coating them in your love juices. As I feel your body quiver with the beginning of an orgasm, I plunge my slick finger into your anus.

You gasp loudly, arch your back, and your entire body convulses under the waves of ecstasy. I continue my assault on your nub to prolong your orgasm, but eventually you collapse back onto the hood, releasing your legs from around my neck. I help you down off the car, and you lean on me as we walk up the drive.

"Maybe next time we should ask Mrs. Conners to joins us," you say.

"Who?"

"The lady who lives across the street who was watching us," you whisper, grinning.

I shake my head slowly—it doesn't surprise me, nothing escapes your attention.

"My only regret," you say as we reach the door, "is that I had to waste a perfectly good pair of La Perla panties on that asshole...."



Cumming Home



It was evening when they got to where they were going. It had been a while since they had been together but the passion was there, like an inferno that could consume everything around them. He led her through the house, she just trailing at his feet, wet with anticipation and thirst. They went through to the master suite, a fitting name for the games that they were about to play. In through the room and down the hall and into the bath. He stopped her in the dead middle. She looked at him, waiting, not speaking, but waiting for what would come next. He laid out a few tools, a collar, a gag, some toys and of course some lubricant. He turned back toward her and took the collar from the counter. He gently placed it around her neck, it was soft on the inside, velvet, and fastened with velcro. 

He then looked at her, looked deep into her eyes and said. "Now while this collar is on, you are mine, you will call me Dom and I will call you Sub. Do you understand?" She nodded in acceptance. He went to work on her shirt... carefully removing it from her body, exposing her beautiful skin to the light. As he pulled it over her head her arms raised, and as soon as her arms left her sleeves they went back to her sides. He carefully folded the shirt and laid it on the counter and next unclasped her bra. He slid the straps down her arms and allowed for gravity to do the rest. He picked up the bra and folded it nicely on top of her shirt. Her breasts were now free, and her nipples were erect and waiting. He wanted to touch them, to suck them, play with them but he had to have control. There was plenty of time. He went to her jeans, and unbuttoned each button and let them slide down her soft, sensual legs. It was then he noticed her socks. Knee high, simple, and grey. They complemented her legs and calves nicely and added a certain innocence to her, though he knew she was all but innocent. He kneels down and slips her shoes from her feet then gently pulls off her jeans. He leaves the socks for now, they are quite the turn on and she has noticed. 

Seeing him obviously turned on because of her makes her smile, but just a little so he doesn't notice. As he begins to stand up again he notices the small black thong she is wearing... and how it appears to be the slightest bit damp. He has this urge to press his tongue against it, to taste her and smell her scent. But again he must have control or this is all for nothing. This is more than just about sexual gratification, there is more going on here. There is a passion that needs to be worked, to be disciplined, to be channeled and when the time is right both will be released, and with any luck several times. 

He stands before her, folds the jeans and then starts to get his tools ready. He grabs a few heavy towels and places them over the lip of the bathtub. He turns on the sink to allow the water to warm and then grabs the coconut oil, a wash cloth and a razor. He wanted her to see the items, to make the anticipation better. He then kneels down and starts to pull her thong off... gently, like unwrapping a present. She is glistening wet, and the cloth is very damp to the touch. This makes him smile. He then places the thong with her other clothes and then directs her to lay over the tub on the towels for comfort. As she does he grabs the washcloth and lathers it with a creamy soap. He then proceeds to gently wash her anal opening, to work the soap in and around it, almost massaging it. After he is satisfied he has cleaned it well he then rinses her and uses a soft towel to dry her. He gets ready to apply the oil when she starts to raise up. He quickly smacks her on the right buttock, and she yelps from the surprise. 

"Do you need to be gagged?" I have one of my favorites all ready for you. 

She quietly responds, "No Dom." 

He then presses her back down and rubs out the spot where he hit her. He grabs the jar of oil, and works some into his hands. He then begins to massage it into her anal opening and the surrounding area. Once there is a nice sheen he rubs the excess into her exposed buttocks. He grabs the razor and begins to gently and carefully shave the area around her opening. Making it smooth and soft with the oil. He is careful to go slow so to not cause harm or damage the sensitive flesh. The smell of the oil, its coconut aroma coupled with her sweet opening inches from his tongue causes his now hard cock to jump. Patience, he tells himself. Control. He finishes up his work and uses a clean cloth to wipe up excess hair and oil. He then applied a new layer of oil to the opening and starts to work his finger inside. He is careful to avoid her now extremely wet pussy, not wanting to over stimulate her. After he works the oil into her anus he decides to give her a small treat for her composure, he leans in and licks her now juicy, oily hole. He licks around it, tasting the coconut flavor and starts to work his tongue in and out of that tight space, loosening up the muscles and causing small sounds to escape her lips. 

She stops when he hears this, "Noise, will cause you to be gagged my dear. And we cannot have you drooling all over, so I am afraid I will have to place that moist thong in first for your to suck on. Is that what my Sub wants?" She doesn't answer. "Sub, answer your Dom!" She quietly tells him she cannot help it, his tongue playing with her tight hole is driving her crazy. He asks again, "Do you want to be gagged?" She nods her head up and down as to yes, but shows the slight hint of embarrassment for wishing for that red ball in her mouth. He stops tonguing her tasty hole and stands. He goes to the counter and grabs the gag and her thong, which is still moist. He tells her kneel, and she pushes herself up off of the tub and kneels. He then sits were she was laying, if he were nude she could be sucking on his cock rather than a ball. She looks at his zipper longingly, wishing he would let her have him, to taste him, to suck him until he cannot hold out any longer. But that is not to be, he places the gag in her mouth and locks it around her head. He could take her right now... he wants to take her right now, to release inside of her tight, wet, juicy pussy. But no, he must have control, he must wait. He instructs her to once again lay over the tub. At this he kneels before her and again starts to lick around her oily hole, working his tongue closer and closer to the opening until he is piercing her. He just not realizes he has her wet, dirty thong in he hand as he forgot to shove it in her mouth. But he doesnt stop his assault on her opening. He works it and licks it, and sucks it. Until it is wet, glistening like her pussy.

He then reaches for one of the small probes. He sucks on it, gets it wet and starts to work it into her. It takes time, it is a slow process but he gets it in. Once the head of the probe slips inside the rest follows. Once the probe is firmly in place he leans in and cleans her opening with his tongue, being careful to mop up as much moisture as possible. He stands and tells her to stand up. As she does you can see her expression... the feeling of having something inside of you... moving about. And that she is liking it. He tells her to get down on her hands and knees and wait. He starts to remove his clothing. First it is his shoes, then his pants. He looks down at her, she looks up at him. He is so very hard looking at this perfect Sub with her collar, gag and knee highs, just waiting to be taken. He removes his shirt, t-shirt and finally his socks so that he is standing before her wearing just his very tight, revealing boxer-briefs. He begins to remove them as she fidgets looking into his eyes. He removes them, and quickly washes himself with the washcloth he used on her. He is still holding her thong in his hand, he has yet to let it go. He puts it to his nose, breathes deep and exhales. 

He lays them on the counter and gets down and puts his lips to her ear, "Your pussy smells so so tasty. Would you like me to taste you, maybe even slide my hard cock in you and let you lick it clean just so I can do it again?" He can just barely hear her whimper with exhilaration. He rubs his tongue down her ear and kisses her on the cheek, then right on the gag itself. "Well, I need to get ready for you... I have a new toy to make things last longer. Are you ready to see it? She gives him a nod. He reaches up and grabs it from the counter. It looks like a dildo with a strap that has a ring on it. It take her a minute but then her eyes show she knows exactly what it is. "Now Sub, first I will need your help, you have to lick me till it will slide in. But since you have been so so good, how bout a treat. He removes the gag and then stands in front of her. "Go ahead Sub, lick my cock. Get it nice a wet." She takes it in her mouth and starts sucking, licking down the shaft and back up again. After a few minutes of pure ecstasy he stops her. "Now Sub, I believe my ass could use your tongue." He slides the ring down his shaft and positions the strap so that the plug can be inserted into his ass when she has finished. "Don't forget to wet the plug, and as a bonus, I will allow you to put it in." He stands with his back to her, facing the mirror, legs spread apart with her tongue probing his ass. She stops a bit to wet the plug then goes back to his ass once again. She then uses her finger to test how wet he is. 

Once she has determined he is ready she begins to slide the plug into him until it slides all the way in. He turns around and kneels down and gives her a nice deep passionate kiss using his tongue to probe her mouth. He then replaces the gag and leads her over to a closet door that has straps hanging from it. He gets her to stand, and helps her into the sling, spreading her legs wide. Once she is in the sling he places restraints on her ankles and wrists. Now that she is unable to move he goes back to the counter and grabs the clamps and carefully places them on her hard, tight nipples. He starts licking and sucking on them and lightly pulling on the chain. He can hear her moan through the gag. He then returns to the counter and picks up the riding crop, lightly swats her thighs, her breasts... waiting to hear her moan and cry out through the gag. He relishes every minute of it. He can see her pussy begin to drip with moisture that is just waiting to be sucked and licked away by a hungry tongue. 

His cock is so hard and getting harder from the pressure of the plug in his ass as well as the ring. He swats her again on the inner thigh, lightly so that it does not hurt her, just sting a bit. He then grabs her thong, and a towel and places it under her and kneels on it. He begins kissing the small red places on her thighs, then licks down her leg; licking lightly all the way down her sock to her foot. He licks up the other leg and lightly traces her wet lips. His left hand moves underneath her and starts to play with the top embedded in her tight hole. He again waits to hear he moan through the gag. She pulls against the sling as he starts pumping the toy in and out of her. He moves his tongue to her lips and then begins an all out assault on her wet pussy. He licks and sucks and probes with his tongue. His face is covered with her juice, and it runs down his chin. He uses her thong to wipe away excess juice that his tongue cannot get, and he goes back to her pussy for seconds. She is moaning loudly through her gag, and almost thrashing in her restraints. He loves to feel her stretch her muscles, to get them taught as he buries his face between her legs. She has no idea how long this night will be, cause he has plans to keep her holes filled with toys, vibes, cock, plugs and gags until she cannot stand it anymore. He can feel her beginning to sweat, he can feel it on her thighs that are gripping his head. He finally stands and moves close to her, and he rubs his hard cock up and down her tight, wet slit, getting it wet and ready to thrust into her. 

He teases her with his cock, until he slams her into the door and his cock is deep inside of her. He slowly retreats then again slams into her. She moans through the gag and she struggles to lock her legs around his body so his cock has to stay inside of her. He pumps into her, slowly at first then faster and harder until they have a nice rhythm and she is trying to hold on to him for dear life. She can feel her juice just running out of her, down his cock and down his legs. He is not worried cause she will clean him up later. He knows that he is close to exploding into her, the first orgasm of the night is always fast. The others will be harder, he will have to work for them. He ramps up the movement, faster, faster, FASTER until she is plastered against the door and him holding her there while he just pumps and pumps and PUMPS and finally she can feel it, his body stiffens and then she feels his cum explode deep inside her. 

He then stops and starts to catch his breathe. she wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly. Now comes one of her favorite parts, when he cleans her up after a deliciously messy fuck. She can think of no other way to describe it, to be plastered against a door, restrained, gagged, plugged and utterly fucked by his cock. He kneels again in front of her and moves his tongue to her inner thighs capturing her sweat as he moves ever close to her now soaking pussy. He cleans the out lips then moves inward until he is sucking out both his and her cum. She cannot wait to suck on his tongue to taste the two of them mixed together. She loves it when he tastes himself as his cum runs out of her and onto his face. Once he has cleaned her up he helps her down from the door. He removes her gag, and kisses her deeply. She tastes him, and her... the sweet combination of the two make her ready for more. He helps her to the bedroom, and gives her some water to wash their cum down with. She can see the restraints all ready set up on the posts of the bed, she sees the spreader bar waiting to be attached to her feet and the straps to pull her feet in the air. She knows what is next. He is going to stretch her tight anal canal so that one day she will feel him cum deeply in that hole too. And when he stretches her his tongue is inside her... playing with her, sucking her. So she doesn't mind it at all. 

He helps her on to the bed, and attached her wrists to the headboard and then attaches her feet to the bar then the bar to the headboard as well. He places a wedge pillow under her so he has better access to her tight sweet hole. He grabs the lube, and a bigger plug. He gently pulls out the small toy and starts to work more oil into her ass all the while licking and probing that tasty hole of hers. She is moaning, and for now he will keep the gag out unless she gets too loud. While his tongue is occupied with her tight little hole he maneuvers a small vibe into her pussy, then once it is in deep he turns it on low. While she is beginning to feel the effects of the vibe he grabs the larger plug and starts to insert it into her now juicy, oily hole. It will be tight, but he will get it in with patience. While he is working on her new anal plug, he starts licking her pussy which is becoming very wet. She cannot keep quiet anymore, he has turned the vibe up while increasing the pressure on the plug, but instead of gagging her with the ball again, he decides to use his cock. 

He turns his body until his cock is right over her mouth. She eagerly lifts her head to meet it and hungrily bring it into her mouth. She he continues to suck on her juicy pussy and insert the plug into her. He wants her to get used to wearing the plug so they can have some real fun. In just a few short minutes she has gotten him so hard it hurts, and the ring circling his cock is not helping one bit and she is nudging the plug in his ass with her nose making it worse. She is close to having her pussy filled once again with his extremely hard cock. The plug is now seated in her hole and he slowly takes his cock from her mouth and repositions his body with his cock resting against her pussy that is soaking from his licking, her juice and the cum still left inside. He rubs his head against her, and quickly pushes inside once again, this time not beginning with a slow start. 

She is moaning and screaming and gripping the plug in her tight little hole while gripping his cock as it pumps in and out. Her legs are pulled high and seeing her knee highs drives him crazy and he rams harder and harder into her. He pulls on the chain connected to her nipples and she goes crazy. He cannot hold it any longer and makes one final hard thrust cuming deeply inside her with a loud deep groan. She is exhausted and sweaty and wet all over. He pulls himself from her and once again starts to drive her crazy by cleaning up their mess with his tongue. He is slower this time. But he gets her cleaned up and begins to let her out of her restraints. He holds her and whispers in her hear how great of a Sub she is. 

She hugs him tightly, and looks longingly into his eyes. "Sub, HA, you are the Sub now!" And I hope you are ready for what I have in store... 

All he can say before she heads to get her harness and her cock is, 'Yes Mistress."



Cumming Home



Torrance was in class early on Friday morning after a night at Ali's left her feeling hung over and miserable. She barely made it through her Anatomy I lab without regurgitating all over her professor's pasty white lab coat that wreaked of formaldehyde and dried mustard as he lingered near her desk during their exam. She had known better than to let Ali talk her into body shots with Everclear, but Stanton was there and without thinking twice Torrance's immediate plan of action to get his attention was to engage him in the body shot charade. He took her bait and two hours later she was throwing up in Ali's bathroom like she had so many times, with Stanton nowhere to be found. This routine had played out so many times for Torrance, she was losing track of how many weekends it had been since she'd visited home. She missed her parents, her brother, her dog, especially, and of course, she missed her friends. Torrance was lost in a daze as she drove back to her apartment, hoping her phone stayed quiet so she could take a nap, but shit, she thought, there's a philanthropy event today. Torrance was the Vice President of her sorority and she always had events to attend so she could save face in front of all the devoted freshmen pledges. She couldn't preach about participation at chapter each week and then bail on her own events. 

Just as she was scheming a way to miss whatever stupid thing it was she had planned her phone rang. Torrance couldn't recall if the event was kickball or dodge ball, for a non-profit or charity, honestly who cares, she thought. Ali's voice met Torrance's ears and her energetic cadence was acting as a catalyst to Torrance's throbbing headache. Ali was the President of the chapter and Torrance could never figure out how she partied just as hard, if not harder, than most of her pledge class who now served as her board members. Ali always had her shit together to put it simply. Great grades, hot body, a charming smile, and a subtle poise that just made everyone want to spend time with her. Torrance had always been honored to serve as her VP but lately she couldn't keep up with Ali. In their tiny college town, nights were either spent drinking at a bar or drinking at a Greek mixer for "charity," or simply drinking to drink. Torrance was getting worn out quickly and she felt like Ali could sense something was off. 

"Are you okay? I've been talking for like 7 minutes and you haven't said anything," Ali's voice permeated Torrance's daze. 

"Yeah, sorry, I am seriously worn out, Anatomy lab kicked my ass this morning," Torrance tried to force herself to laugh a little. 

Ali slightly laughed back, as if to pretend to understand having academic struggles, a foreign concept to the repeat Dean's list student. "Oh yeah, I know how those morning classes can be, I'm sorry Tor, but when do you think you'll be out on the fields today? We have a sheet sign to hang and flyers to hand out." 

Torrance had completely blanked on the kickball tournament and standing around in South Georgia heat hung-over and exhausted sounded miserable. 

"I'm so sorry Al," Torrance cooed into the phone, "I actually have a family emergency and I need to get home. My mom called me this morning saying my brother was in a really bad car accident. She was pretty shaken up...I think I just need to get home..." Torrance let her voice become meek gradually until it sounded as if she could cry. She could tell Ali was taking the bait and felt horrible for lying, but she knew she would get in trouble otherwise and she didn't feel like dealing with going to the Standards Board for some ridiculous attendance evaluation that would inevitably end with an all-inclusive gossip session about one of the new pledges. 

"Oh my gosh, Tor, I'm so sorry I hope everything is okay! I completely understand. Go home, I'll see you on Sunday night for chapter right?" Ali sounded sincere, as always, and concerned for Kevin who she had met several times at numerous annual Parents Weekends. 

Torrance was pleased but still couldn't help but feel guilt, "Yeah, I'll send you my minutes for the agenda as soon as I can and I'll be back Sunday. Have a good weekend Al, give everyone hugs for me!"

And with that, Torrance was off the hook. She had a feeling the guilt she was experiencing would only worsen when she came to chapter on Sunday with a card awaiting her and sisters ready with hugs and words of condolence. It was wrong to lie and she knew it was, but it was near impossible to get any alone time when she lived so close to campus and was on the executive board of her chapter. She had agreed to that role without comprehending just how much of her time would be taken up having pointless conversations about recruiting new girls to the chapter and how the seniors were going to be sent out that semester. 

Torrance hurried home and broke out of her daze a little as the excitement of going home hit her. She texted her mom with the news and was pleased with her response – shopping plans and dinner reservations were made and Torrance, with a little pep in her step, got her car packed and hit the road. Home was about four hours away and she had some calls to make on her drive. She lit the joint she rolled for the road and searched her speed dial until she came to her brother's number. 

His voicemail greeting answered:

The Republic Wireless member you are trying to call is not available, please leave a message:

"Hey, it's me, I was just calling to let you know I'll be home in a few hours. Mom is taking me out for dinner as usual, but was thinking we could catch up after? I have bud and booze per usual – let me know. Love ya."

Click. 

She scrolled through her contacts again, stopping at her father's number, which was accompanied by a picture of them from last summer. They were by the pool in the back yard; she was in a bikini and remembered how warm his body felt against her thighs. Her thighs felt a little warmer just thinking about his firm body underneath hers...

He answered the phone rather quickly.

"There's my baby girl, how are you darlin'?" His deep soothing voice rang in her ears. 

"Hey Daddy, I am great! I know mom probably already filled you in," and a smile crept across Torrance's face. 

"She said something about you coming home for the weekend on a whim, is the good news true?" She could hear him smirking a little, and pictured his deep blue eyes sparkling like the ocean on a sunny day. 

"Yeah I decided to take a breather this weekend and just come spend some time with the family. I miss you guys, it feels like it has been ages since we've spent quality time together." 

"Well your brother will be more than happy to see you. He won't admit it but he misses you. I have no problem admitting it, though, I do miss my baby girl tons."

"Oh Daddy, you're too sweet. Want to plan on spending tomorrow together? Mom is going out with some friends for the day and Kevin probably has plans." Her thighs still felt warm, and her chest felt the same way it did the night before when Stanton showed up at the party. She had always been drawn to her father, desiring to sit next to him at family gatherings instead of her more distant relatives or mother, and her brother had always encouraged her relationship with their father. She let her thoughts trail off as her dad went on about what they could together the next day. 

"Dad likes hanging out with you," Kevin said one day to Torrance as they were walking the dog, "He just seems to be relaxed around you but in a different way than he is with mom, whatever it is, he likes his time with you and it keeps him off my back." Torrance always took pride in the bond she had formed with her father and while their relationship shifted as she matured, it was no secret to anyone in their family whom Torrance preferred to spend her time with. She let her attention come back to the conversation and her father had landed on doing some work in the garage the next day. He knew how she loved to learn about whatever project he was working on – wood working and welding were his major hobbies – and he told her after they were done he would take her to lunch. Torrance was pleased. 

"Alright, Daddy, I'll see you soon, love you!" and with that she hung up the phone, set her car on cruise control and selected her favorite playlist on Spotify. 

The road beneath her tires seemed never-ending but as she reached Atlanta after what seemed like days, she finally started recognizing old landmarks and street signs that reminded her she was home. 

Torrance pulled up to the familiar house with its white picket fence and her father's old Camaro in the driveway. She had been raised in the same house, her first kiss happened in the front yard right under the oak tree where an old tire swing was hanging that hadn't been used in ages. She had memorized every crack in the driveway and knew where all the secret nooks and crannies of the house were. She knew where her mother hid her cigarettes and where her father hid his porn – this was home and she was happier than usual to be there. Through the glass door that led front of the house she saw her father's burly frame coming toward her. On his way out he grabbed the dog and they both hurried toward her. 

"Daddy!" Torrance exclaimed and as he swopped her up into his arms she could feel the muscles beneath the perfectly pressed dress shirt he was wearing – he must've just gotten home from work, she thought. He smelled of aftershave and coffee, a combination that had always comforted her and as the dog nipped at their heels the two held their embrace for longer than usual. 

"Come on, Drew, let her go so the rest of us can say hello," and Torrance realized her mother was standing in the front door watching the father-daughter reunion. Her father's grip loosened and Torrance rushed to her mother for a hug. She smelled of musky perfume and baby powder but despite the scent that made Torrance think of her grandmother, her mom still looked young and vibrant. 

"Mom you look great! How much tennis are you playing?" Torrance was pleased to see a big smile sweep over her mother's face, "Oh, Tor, you're too sweet. You should give some pointers to your dad about giving people compliments," and Torrance smirked, he gives me compliments all the time, she thought. 

"Where's Kevin?" Torrance was desperate to see her brother who doubled as her best friend. 

"Oh he will be back later, got called into work or something but he told me to give you a hug and he promised to spend some time with you tonight," her mother answered. Her dad had wandered down the street, walking the dog and talking to the neighbors, and as her mother strolled to the car to help her with her things Torrance remembered she had smoked basically all the way home and she didn't want her mom to give her shit about it. 

"Mom, I can get my bags," Torrance exclaimed as she rushed past her to the car, "You just relax!"

"But you just drove all this way," her mother protested but Torrance knew she could be easily persuaded away from the car with the promise of some gossip. 

"I'll just get that stuff later, let's go inside I have so much to tell you, it can't wait," and just like that her mom was following her into the house. Torrance was spouting off some exaggerated story about a chapter event gone wrong when she heard her father and dog come back into the house. Her breath got thick hearing her father come down the hall and she knew he would find a place right next to her as her mother aimlessly went on about how sorority drama is unnecessary and how back in her day as a Phi Mu...blah blah blah. Torrance could care less. The smell of aftershave and coffee lingered behind her and when she turned around her father was holding two beers. 

"I got these from a local market a couple days ago and they seemed like that crafty beer you're always going on about so I figured we could share some," he gave her a smile and her mother rolled her eyes in an almost-jealous fashion. 

"Okay you two, but just a couple, we have dinner reservations at 8 o clock at State Street Grill." She poured herself a vodka tonic and watched as her husband and daughter disappeared into the garage. 

"It's so good to be home, dad, I've missed you guys so much," Torrance smiled before taking a swig of the citrus double IPA that warmed her stomach almost instantly. 

"Well it's good to have you here, honey, you know I can never get enough of you," and as he swigged back a mouthful of hops and citrus he noticed the shorts his daughter was wearing. 

"I noticed those daisy dukes are coming back in style. All of the guys at work are complaining about their girls leaving the house with their asses nearly hanging out. Turn around let me see if those are acceptable," he smiled and took another swig.

Torrance gave him a little scoff and a smirk, and as she twirled around she could feel his eyes scanning every inch of her, proud to have the body for the shorts she was wearing paired with the perfect crop top that she didn't even have to wear a bra with because it fit her so perfectly. 

"Well, I don't know what they're complaining about, they must have daughters that just don't look that good in those trendy clothes," and as he took another swig of his beer Torrance inched a little closer to him. She was lost in a daze. The beer was hitting her empty stomach and the smell of pine and oak in the garage mixed with her father's scent, putting her in a dream-like state – she was right where she belonged. Her mother's voice broke through the hazy state and cut into her gut. 

"Torrance, come help me. I don't know what to wear to dinner!" 

Torrance gave her father a look that conveyed a message he understood clearly. As she rolled her eyes and took another beer out of the fridge that was fully stocked with her father's favorite selections he gave her a swift slap on the ass. 

"Go help her before she drives us both insane, I'll be here when you two are ready," he gave her a grin and she could feel her pussy clinch as she hurried upstairs to help her clueless mother. 

An hour had passed by the time her mother had settled on what to wear and as Torrance changed in her room quickly she could feel her father's growing frustration as the booze hit his stomach and his patience ran dry. 

"LORI," she heard his boisterous voice from the kitchen, "We aren't going to the damn opera we are going to get some food, come on! We're going to be late if you don't hurry your ass up!" Torrance knew her mother was about 3 cocktails in and would take at least 15 more minutes. She slipped on her favorite silk dress, paired it with some heels that were comfortable but flattering, and made her way downstairs. She knew they could have a few minutes alone before her mother emerged from their bedroom, tipsy and unaware of anything except how she looked. That woman was all about image. 

As Torrance found her dad in the kitchen she was pleased with the grin that swept over his face as he noticed she was wearing a necklace he'd given her for her 16th birthday a couple years ago. 

"Come over here, baby," and as Torrance obeyed her breath grew thick and shortened, "You look gorgeous," he cooed. 

Torrance closed her eyes as his fingers started to trace her body. He let his thumbs graze her nipples as he wrapped his hands around her torso and drew her in closer. 

"You're a knockout, baby girl," and as he whispered in her ear she could smell bourbon on his breath. He stood at least 5 inches taller than her, even in her heels, and she could feel his bulge against her waist. He moved his hands from her torso down to her hips, then to her ass and back up the curve of her spine. She leaned in closer, wishing he were inside of her, but knowing she had to wait until later that night when her mom was out cold from drinking too much and Kevin was indeed out for the night, not just coming home late. She noticed the goose bumps all over her body and breathed in deep, taking all of her father's scent in. 

"Be patient, baby girl, and Daddy will take care of you tonight," and with that she heard her mother's footsteps coming down the stairs. Suddenly she could care less about eating, even if it was her favorite restaurant. She only wanted one thing. 

The family made small talk on their way to the restaurant and Torrance felt like a child again sitting in the back seat of her dad's Tahoe. They had gone on countless road trips during the holidays in this SUV and it brought back memories of playing made up games with Kevin in the back seat while her parents held hands and took turns driving. Upon arriving at State Street Grill they were seated at their usual booth between the window with the best view and the bar. 

"Torrance, isn't the bartender adorable?" her mom titled her head in his direction and Torrance noticed his shaggy hair and crisp smile. 

"Yeah, he's cute," she entertained her mom's comment but she was fixated on her dad and the whole restaurant seemed like a blur around them. She felt the heat from her father's broad shoulders and toned muscles as his hand found its way to her knee. 

"Oh, look, Stacey Vance is here, I have to go say hello, she's coordinating the playoffs next week and I want to see if I can get in the first line," her mother's tennis gibberish fell on deaf ears as Torrance took in a deep breath and shifted her eyes to her father. 

"You're the prettiest one in here," he said softly as he steadily moved his hand from her knee to her thigh. The tablecloth that draped down to the floor gave them ample coverage and Torrance let her legs spread a little. She could feel heat escaping from her pussy and knew he could feel it too. 

"Thank you Daddy, I was thinking of you when I bought this dress..." her voice trailed off as his hand continued to creep up her thigh. "I was also thinking of you when I decided not to wear panties tonight," and his hand found the wet spot between her legs and her nectar accumulating around the lips of her sweet pussy. 

"I've trained you well Baby Girl, you'll be rewarded for that later," and just as she was leaning in subconsciously to rest her lips on his, her mother's footsteps and shrill voice broke her spell. 

"What are you two whispering about over here?" a joking tone in the mother's voice let the pair know their secret was still safe. "Did Mr. Kinksy spill a drink at the bar again or something?" Torrance noticed her mother's slurred words becoming more frequent and she knew as soon as she got her regular salad and another drink she would be out cold for the night. 

"Come sit down, honey, let's eat." The family shared a meal like any other family would, but Torrance took great pleasure in the secret she held with her father and knew she was unlike any daughter in that place. Dinner seemed to go on for hours and her desire only grew as she ate half of her roasted chicken and veggies and boxed the rest up. Her mother was already half way asleep on the way home and as Torrance let her eyes stay fixated on him she noticed he was playing with her mother's pussy. Her skirt had ridden up in her drunken slumber and she could not protest through the vodka still working its way through her system. 

"Does that make you jealous, baby girl, me playing with her like that?" Torrance knew she would be punished if she said yes, her father had always told her to never be jealous of her mom because that would only cause problems for him. 

"No Daddy, I know you love her," but Torrance hated her mom in that moment. She was soaking wet for him, aching to have him, and there her mom was not even aware of what was going on and getting what Torrance so desperately needed. 

"Good girl, jealousy is ugly even on a girl as beautiful as you," and before Torrance could answer they were home. She made her way up to her room as her father put her mother to bed. She was getting undressed and prepped for him as she tidied up her room. She could hear him on the phone downstairs, presumably with Kevin to make sure he was staying at his friend's for the night. She heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and took her place on the bed; "Alright son, well just be safe, we will see you tomorrow," and as her father came into her room a smile swept across the naked girl's face. 




Cumming Home



"Do you want to say goodnight to your sister?" He handed the phone over to Torrance and as the siblings engaged in small talk her legs were spread for her father. 

His tongue traced her inner thighs and hips, and her breath was becoming increasingly short and heavy as she tried to hold her composure on the phone. She was thrusting her hips forward hoping for his tongue to meet her clit but her father liked to keep her waiting. 

"Patience, baby girl," he whispered, "Tell your brother goodnight."

"Alright, Kev, I have to go, I have some homework assignments due tonight and I haven't even started on them. Yeah I'll see you tomorrow, love you," she hung up the phone and her breath caught as she felt two fingers push their way inside of her.

"Homework, huh, is that what this is?" Torrance couldn't even answer, she was seeping with desire and the anticipation of cumming for him was killing her. As his fingers pushed deeper into her his lips found her neck and he worked his way up, gently kissing her and breathing warm bourbon-soaked breath into her ear. 

"Daddy," she whimpered and her hips kept thrusting forward, her body sending signals that it was ready to be fucked but she knew he would take his time with her since they didn't get to see each other as often anymore. 

"Have you missed me, baby girl? I've missed you," he whispered as he bit into her neck, careful not to leave a mark. He'd become an expert at leaving his baby girl spotless even after some of their rougher sessions. 

"Daddy, please," Torrance's weak voice sent chills into his spine, "Please, I need you."

"Not yet, baby, I want to take my time with you. Mom is out cold, your brother is gone for the night and I haven't had you in months. Be patient, the way I've always taught you to be," and he began kissing down her body starting at her collar bones, moving steadily to her nipples and torso, then back down to her hips, all while his fingers were still thrusting inside the soaked girl. He ran his free hand up and down her body, occasionally finding one of her nipples and tracing it lightly before twisting it firmly and sending his baby girl into contorting motions that made her pussy come within inches of his lips. Torrance could feel his lips agonizingly close and began begging incessantly. 

"Please Daddy, please eat me, please I need you, please Daddy," and she no longer cared if she was patient. She was soaked to the point that her sweet pussy nectar was dripping down her legs and all of the sudden her father paused. Torrance looked surprised and defeated. 

"Daddy? Where are you going?" Her eyes followed him as he headed toward her door. 

"I will be right back, angel, don't you move," and Torrance obeyed. She was writhing with desire and she was about to get her vibrator out to relieve her cravings but he returned rather quickly with something in his hands that Torrance quickly recognized. Shackles. 

"What are those for? You know I'll obey you without them," Torrance had always been a little weary of being bound and unable to move but she needed him so badly, she had never been so wet in her life, so she submitted quickly to him as he put the shackles around her wrists and bound her to the bed. 

"I made these just for us, baby girl, they've been my special project lately. I even made a little key for them, see?" Torrance saw a tiny gold key in his hand and as he placed it in his pants pocket she knew she would have to be extremely obedient before her hands were free again. Still, though, she would be cumming for him soon so she didn't mind too much. 

"Such a good girl," he cooed and with that his mouth encompassed her pussy; her juices flowed into his mouth to the back of his throat. She had to stay quiet so as not to awaken her mother but she could barely contain herself. It felt like she was being fed for the first time in ages, and the way her body responded to him felt so natural, like now she was finally home. Her depraved body submitted so easily to him and within minutes she was cumming, pursing her lips together to keep her moans muffled. 

"God, I've trained you well," her father glanced up at her, lips and chin covered in her cum. He stood up and she noticed how hard he was. She craved his cock in her mouth. She was lost in a daze, her body feeling alive and weak all at once but her euphoric state was quickly interrupted when she heard the front door open. That has to be Kevin, she thought, and she began to panic. 

"Daddy...?" a flustered voice escaped the girl, "Isn't Kevin supposed to be gone for the night?" A smirk crept over her father's face. 

"I told you the shackles were part of a special project didn't I? Well, your brother is part of that special project too." Her bedroom door opened once more and her brother was soon standing over her, his hand on his father's shoulder. 

"Hey kid," her brother's face was hard to make out in the darkened room but his smile and lack of surprise to see her in that state allowed the dots to connect and she soon realized what was going on. 

"Damn, dad, look at our little toy," Kevin sneered, "This is going to be fun." 

"Kevin, what the fuck, why are you here? Daddy, please don't let him do this..." her father's cock was out now and Torrance's reflex was to open her mouth for him like she'd been trained to do for years. Her words were cut off but she struggled, wishing her hands were free so she could push Kevin away. Her father stroked her hair and pushed deep into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. 

"Don't you worry baby girl, we are going to take care of you," and her muffled protests were no use. She thrashed her legs around and moved her hips wildly making it difficult for Kevin to find his place in his sister but she only had half of her body to fight with and it was no use. Her father looked down at her sternly and gave her a light slap on the cheek. She grimaced but his cock remained in her mouth so her questions went unanswered still. She was confused, scared, and angry but she was also soaked and needed to cum. 

"You be good for your brother now, the way you are for me. He deserves the same kind of respect," and with a harder slap on the cheek Torrance allowed her body to submit to them as a single tear ran down the cheek that was still a little sore from being slapped. Kevin took more time with her, kissing her hipbones and inner thighs, even her feet, and her mind was on a sexual roller coaster, instinctually responding to her brother but constantly sending her signals that this was all wrong and nothing would ever be the same between them. Her father's cock remained in her mouth but he noticed she was distracted. 

"What's wrong baby, is this too much for you?" Torrance couldn't answer and he knew it. He reveled in her helplessness, "You've been on your knees for me countless times promising obedience and now, put to the test, it seems you're failing on your word," he removed his cock to allow his little girl to answer.

"No Daddy, I'm sorry, I want to be good, but I don't want Kevin here," and her words were cut off as her brother spread her pussy open to focus on her clit; her hips reflexively drove into him and she could feel the nectar of her pussy dripping down her legs. 

"I didn't ask you what you wanted or who you wanted, I reminded you of your oath to obedience, and your only answer should have been, " 'Yes sir, I'm sorry, sir', do you understand?" 

Torrance looked up at him with wide eyes and pouted lips that separated into moans with each stoke her brother made on her clit. She hated herself for how much she loved each second of this. She had the attention of her two favorite men on this planet. She needed more and with that realization she answered, "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir."

"That's my girl," he answered and nodded toward Kevin, "Are you going to be good for your brother, too?" Kevin stopped momentarily awaiting his sister's response and she found herself wishing he hadn't. She needed her brother inside of her and she wanted to make her Daddy proud. She gave her father the answer he needed, "Yes sir, I promise, sir," and with that she let her body relax as the two men had their way with her. 

Her father's head tilted back as his cock returned to her mouth and found the back of her throat again, the sounds of his daughter's moans and occasional choking making him harder, each thrust bringing him closer to orgasm. Kevin resumed eating her; "God you taste so good, sis, I wonder if mom tastes this good, I bet she does." 

"Your sister tastes just like her, but your sister is a better whore, more obedient and able to cum, she's been well trained," and Torrance let a small smile come over her face while she continued to work her lips and tongue around her father's cock. Suddenly she felt something familiar; Kevin's cock was out and her was tracing her pussy with it, the way her father always had before fucking her. Her hips gyrated and sent signals to her brother that she was desperate to be fucked. It was all she was good for in that moment. 

"You're right dad, she is a little slut, isn't she?" She couldn't see Kevin but she knew what was about to happen would change the way they interacted forever. She knew that once he fucked her, he could demand it anytime he wanted it. Those were the rules with her father and she knew they would apply to her brother. She braced herself and felt his cock push into her as a moan almost like a ravenous animal escaped her. He felt similar to her father but he had more muscle and it showed in the way he handled her. Her legs flailed about as he tormented her, knowing she couldn't answer him or even see him due to the cock in her mouth. "The little family slut, huh, no wonder you were so eager to get home today. This is all you're good for isn't it? Cumming for your dad and your brother like a trained whore, God it all makes sense now," Kevin was getting close to orgasm and loved how rough he could be with his sister. "Are you going to cum for me, sis? Be a good girl and cum for your brother," and Torrance couldn't help herself. Her legs went limp as her body was taken over and before she knew it she was cumming all over her brother's cock. 

"Good girl baby," her father ran his fingers through her hair and tilted his head all the way back, filling her mouth with cum and letting all the tension in his body release. He knew Torrance was always extremely sensitive after cumming and though he'd attempted to train her to endure being fucked after cumming she could never quite master it. He noticed her flailing about once more and Kevin was getting frustrated with it, obviously wanting to cum but not being able to get a steady grip on her. Her father walked to the end of the bed, took her knees, one in each hand, and held her legs back while her brother continued to drive his throbbing cock into her. 

Torrance could barely handle it. She was incapable of voicing her protests through her moans; she could only look at her father and brother with glazed over eyes filled with an odd mixture of anger and ecstasy, pleasure and pain. 

"Stop trying to act like you don't love this, you fucking slut," Kevin snarled, and he pushed his cock so deep into her she swore she could feel it in her stomach. She winced and writhed but it was no use, and just as she thought her body was going to give out she felt the familiar sensation of cum leaking into her. Her brother slowly pulled away and the two men left the room but not before giving her kisses on her forehead and cheeks. 

"We are so glad you are home for the weekend, baby girl," her father cooed as he took the small key out of his pocket, unshackling her and letting her entire body fall limp. Torrance was exhausted, still in shock, angry, confused, and hated that she could taste her father and feel her brother's cum leaking out of her, though she couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of accomplishment in making her father proud. As she curled into her comforter and closed her eyes she felt her father's lips lingering near her ear. "We will see you tomorrow night, baby girl."

Torrance drifted into sleep.



Cumming Home



I've never been able to let myself go enough to describe the things that have been done to me or the things that I want done to me. I've always thought that "good girls" didn't talk like that or do those things, but hell, I've never really been a good girl, so I thought that for your viewing pleasure I would let myself go and see what you thought. Here goes my love, I'm going to tell you a story and see how you like it, perhaps give you an idea of what I want maybe…

She came home from work that day, thinking it would be a typical day. She would come in and he would be home from work, probably fixing dinner or in the shower. Their lives were comfortable to say the least and they were both very happy. And the sex, god the sex was fantastic to say the least. She thoroughly enjoyed the way he made love to her. He knew that she had once been bi and he was the only man she knew that could eat pussy like a woman, just thinking about it made her hot. Shaking her head a bit she opened the door and stepped in, calling out to him.

"Honey, I'm ho…" 

She stood there and blinked a couple of times trying to absorb what she was seeing. He stood there naked dangling a pair of handcuffs from his fingertips, a roll of rope at his feet and a feather in his other hand. "Hello my love" he said softly. "How was your day?" She simply stood there and gaped at him. "It, uh, it was fine." He smiled at her. "Good, glad to hear it." 

With that said he moved toward her and proceeded to kiss her deeply, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She reached out to wrap her arms around him and he caught them, holding them firmly at her sides while his mouth ravaged hers, he sucked her tongue into his mouth, running his tongue over hers over and over, delving into her hot mouth with it until her knees were weak. When she was dizzy with his kisses he stepped back and looked at her, enjoying the glazed look in her eyes. He reached out and caught a handful of her hair and pulled her head back gently. Looking into her eyes he smiled "You are about to be fucked, thoroughly fucked." He let her go and moved toward the bedroom, obviously expecting her to follow him. She did in a daze, she had never seen him like this and she had to admit, she liked it.

Once inside the bedroom, he moved her to the bed and pushed her down onto it. Silently he proceeded to strip her naked, spreading her out on the bed this way and that, leaning down to suck her big nipples into his mouth, feeling her writhe beneath him. He reached out and cupped both of her breasts in his hands, sucking up both of her nipples, loving the little moans that came from the back of her throat as she arched up against him, wanting more. He chuckled softly and backed away from her. Slowly he slid off the bed and picked up the rope he had brought with him. Looking at her he grinned "Now the fun begins." 

She watched as he wrapped the rope around the legs of the bed, making sure there was enough slack at the top and bottom to do more with it. He then picked up the handcuffs and snapped them around her wrists. A thrill of fear shot through her, he knew how she felt about being tied up, but his smile of reassurance soothed her and she lie there docilely. With this done, he threaded the rope through the cuffs and pulled her arms up above her head. He then tightened the rope so that she could do nothing more than move her arms slightly side to side and wiggle her fingers. "Not too tight? Are you comfy my love?" She nodded, still silent. He smiled down at her. "Good." He ran his fingertips lightly over her skin, raising goose bumps all over her flesh. The sight of her nipples puckering up made him grin. He leaned down and licked them slowly before sucking one deeply, taking it as far into his mouth as he could. She groaned with pleasure, arching her back a bit as his tongue slid over her nipple again and again without breaking the suction. He smoothed one hand down her stomach, tickling her belly button before sliding it down over her hip. Her eyes were narrowed with pleasure as she watched him, god it felt so good. He stopped and looked at her. "There is so much more I'm going to do to you, I'm not going to stop until the bed is soaked with your come and all you can do is lay there and moan." His soft voice sent shivers through her whole body. 

He stood up and her eyes slid over his body. His cock was hard, straining out from his body as if it could smell hers, she watched as a drop of precome seeped from the tip of it and she licked her lips, her eyes hot with desire. He watched her and chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh no you don't, you aren't going to touch me until I say so." With that said he moved to her feet and pulled one to the corner of the bed, looping the rope around it and pulling it taunt so she could do nothing but wiggle her toes. He moved to the other side and did the same with the other foot. Then he stepped back and just looked at her. His eyes were full of delight at the picture she presented. Her breasts were lifted from her arms being pulled so taunt above her head, her stomach quivered and her pussy glinted with wetness. 

He moved back and studied her intently. A slow grin spread across his face as he turned and went to the closet. She watched him closely. When he turned around her eyes widened. He held a video camera in his hands. He walked back to her side and sat down on the bed. He reached out and touched her hair softly. "Baby, don't be afraid, I won't do anything you don't want me to do and I'll stop any time you say so, you know that." With that said he reached under the bed and pulled out a scarf. Slowly so that at any time she could say no, he tied it around her head and gagged her with it. "Okay, say something." She looked up at him and grinned through the gag. "I love you." It was muffled but he could understand it. He nodded. "Good." With that he moved away from the bed and proceeded to set up the camera. When he had it just where he wanted it he came back to the bed and proceeded to crawl up her body, licking his way from her ankle up to her hip.

She didn't move, closing her eyes she simply enjoyed the feel of his tongue on her skin. When he reached her hip, he kissed his way across the bottom of her stomach, going lower and lower with each pass until his lips hovered over her pussy. With gentle fingers he spread her lips and simply looked at her. Her clit was pushed out, pulsating slightly as if begging him to taste it, she arched her hips and he soothed her down, still looking his fill. He glanced up at her and met her hooded gaze. "You are so beautiful." He crooned. "I am going to lick and suck on you, I'm going to taste your pussy, and suck up every drop of come you have until you can't move." 

At his words she groaned, her eyes darkening with desire. "And while I'm doing it I'm going to play with myself, do you hear me? I'm going to stroke my cock until I almost come, I'm going to hold back though… want to know why?" She nodded. "Because when I do come, I'm going to climb up there and come all over your tits, I'm going to beat off until my come splatters all over those big titties of yours. Do you like that?" She moaned and nodded. "Good." 

He then dropped his head to her waiting pussy and began to slowly run his tongue up both sides of it and over it, avoiding the clit that all but begged for his touch. He kept her spread open so that nothing hindered his explorations. The sound of her breathing getting ragged turned him on and he let go of one side of her so that he could take his throbbing cock in one hand. He turned a bit so that she could see exactly what he was doing as he slowly began to pump his hand up and down, matching the rhythm to that of his tongue. She wiggled her hips around on the bed, pleading with him without making a sound. When he thought she couldn't handle it anymore he took her clit into his mouth and ran his tongue straight up the center of it. The jolt of pleasure that he gave her brought her hips up off the bed, making her back arch. Her cry of pleasure was almost his undoing and he had to let go of his cock. He turned and lay flat on the bed, not releasing her clit and began to lick her in earnest. He loved the way she smelled, the way her clit got bigger in his mouth as he suckled it and licked it, his tongue swirling around it and over it again and again. He grabbed her hips and held her tighter so that she couldn't wiggle away like she always tried to. He chuckled silently as she tried to fight him, but he knew that she didn't really want to get away, this was just her way of fighting her orgasm and he loved it. He delved deeper into her wet pussy, letting his tongue slide inside of her, tasting her wetness. He probed into her and searched her insides, tasting all parts of her, wanting to get as far into her as he could. She tasted so good to him and he buried his face deeper into her. 

She couldn't stifle her cries anymore and her eyes slid shut as his tongue probed her. She writhed all over the bed as far as her bonds would let her. "Oh god oh god" she moaned through the gag. When he focused his attention on her clit again it was all she could do not to come, she wouldn't and she told him so. His chuckle against her clit made her bite her tongue to keep from screaming. The pleasure he was giving her was intense. His head moved side to side as he sucked first lightly then hard on her clit. He paused for a moment and looked up at her. The sight of her wetness glistening on his face made her shudder. "It's no use fighting my love, I won't stop until I'm satisfied you're satisfied." With that said he delved back into her.

She couldn't fight it anymore as he found that sweet spot on her clit and began to flick his tongue rapidly over it. He looked up the length of her body and watched with delight as her nipples puckered and her eyes rolled up in her head. Her entire body grew taunt and her screams of release were barely muffled behind the gag as she came. His tongue slid down from her clit to the opening of her pussy as she came and he licked it up, delving deep inside of her to get it all. He could feel her spasms around his tongue and he had to take a deep breath to keep from coming all over the bed. When her shudders had stopped he pulled back and looked at her. Her body was glowing with pleasure, her eyes were only half open and the look of sated pleasure in her eyes made him smile. He slid up the length of her body and lay beside her, gently stroking her skin, running his fingertips over her breasts and down her ribs.

"I love the way you look after you come my love, so sated, so happy. But I'm not done yet." With that he moved over her, laying the length of his body against hers so that they were lying face to face. He wiggled his hips slightly and the head of his cock nudged her opening. He could feel how wet she was and he knew how tight she was going to be once he got all the way inside of her. He had to rest his forehead against her shoulder and grind his teeth to keep from coming as he slid ever so slowly into her. Once he was fully buried in her hot, wet, pulsating body they both let out a sigh of pure pleasure and he fought not to come. He looked down at her and saw the knowledge of what she did to him in her eyes and the delight. "I love you," he whispered as he slid out of her a little bit, the plunging back into her. "I want to hear you, my love, I want to hear how good it feels to you as I fuck you." His words made her moan and the feel of his hard cock inside her made her moan louder. He hooked his arms under hers and held tight to her shoulders as he slid in and out of her slowly, agonizingly slow. Her breathing became shallow and he could feel her body tensing around his cock. Her cries of ecstasy were nearly his undoing as he ground into her hot wetness. God he was so close to coming. He paused for a moment and her mew of disappointment urged him on. He pulled all the way out of her and thrust deeply back into her. Her hands clenched into fists as he mercilessly pounded into her body. Her cries were coming faster and she pushed the gag out of her mouth.

"Fuck me god yes baby oh Jesus fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!" She screamed. He arched back and bit his lip to keep from coming, the muscles in his neck standing out as he fought the urge with all he had. Not until she came again, not until then he told himself over and over as he plunged into her body, reveling in how tight she was and how wet. God it felt so good, it was almost painful. Suddenly he felt her body contract around his cock and begin to pulsate as her orgasm washed over her. Christ he could feel her coming all over his hard cock! He couldn't hold back anymore and he buried himself all the way inside of her throbbing pussy as his own release came to him and he poured his seed in her. She clenched her internal muscles around him tighter. "I can feel you coming." She cried and came again all over him. 

When it was all said and done he rested against her, his face buried in her neck, both of them breathing heavily. With a slightly shaking hand he reached up and unlocked her hands, releasing them from both the cuffs and the rope. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly, winding her legs around him she whispered "Body hug" and kissed his cheek and his neck. He pulled back a little and kissed her gently. "I love you boo." She smiled up into his eyes. "I love you too baby." 

He pulled out and lay beside her, pulling her body close to his, wrapping her up in his arms and holding her as close as he could. They drifted off to sleep wrapped up in each other… 



Cumming Home



I was going through a rough time.  I just turned forty, my wife ran off with my best friend, my job was cut do to down sizing and my widowed mother was telling me she couldn’t maintain the house I grew up in.  With nothing to lose, I decided to look for a new job in the town where my mother lived to see if I could at least help her with the house.  Mom had just turned fifty-eight.  

I arrived at Mom’s mid afternoon.  She seemed so happy to see me.  Dad had passed away three years ago and Mom was very lonely.  I was impressed how good she looked.  She was wearing her beautiful premature gray hair in a new style, which emphasized her pretty face.  I couldn’t help noticing how her full breast pressed against her silk blouse.  As she hugged me I felt her nipples grow as they pressed against my chest.  

I couldn’t believe a forty-year-old man was having these feeling about his mother. I was getting hard and Mom must have noticed as she said that old line “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”  Blushing, I pulled away.  “Sorry Mom I don’t know what happened.” I said.  “That's all right son, I’m flattered” she replied.

We didn’t talk about it any further that afternoon.  I went to my old bedroom and unpacked.  I suggested that I take Mom out for a nice dinner but she said she wanted to make me a special meal and stay home so we could visit and catch-up with each other.  I went out and bought several bottles of wine for dinner.  I remember Mom was always happiest when she was cooking for someone. As usual she went overboard with the meal preparation.  I opened a bottle of wine and we had a glass or two while the food was cooking.  

As I watched Mom move around in the kitchen I thought back to the incident on the porch.  As her blouse and slacks clung to her body I thought, she was a beautiful woman with great tits and an awesome ass.  Oh my god, there I was doing it again.  I guess I was hornier than I thought.  I reached under the table and tried to push my hard-on down so Mom couldn’t see the bulge in my pants.

We finished off a bottle and half of wine with dinner and I poured us each another glass as we cleared the table.  Feeling a little tipsy we sat in the living room and talked.  I asked Mom how she was doing with dad gone.  She explained she was doing all right financially but she was lonely.  Then after a pause she said,  “ I’m afraid to admit it but I really miss the sex.”  I was a bit shocked that my mother was being so frank with me.  

She continued, ”You know my friend Anne suggested I get some sex toys to help.but it’s just not the same.”  “You mean you used a dldo and vibrator? "Well what's an old lady to do?" She responded. "Have you tried dating?” I asked.  She replied that she did some dating but hadn’t found anyone she wanted to see more than once.  She changed the subject to me and asked how I was doing since I lost my job and Mary ran off.  I told her I had a good job prospect in town and frankly I was horny as hell.  She laughed at that and asked for another glass of wine.  

When I returned to the room handed her the wine and half kidding said “I’ve got it Mom.  I’m horny your lonely, we are two consenting adults, I’ve had a vasectomy, you wont get pregnant (Mother had a look so shock on her face but smiled at the idea of getting pregnant) why don’t we just go ahead and meet each other’s needs?”  I couldn’t believe said all that.  The silence seemed to last forever.  Then mother said she had thought of the same thing but it just wouldn’t be right.  Blushing she rushed out of the room and into her bedroom.  Then it hit me she and I were both serious.

I sat there thinking for a few minutes and got up and walked toward her room.  I spoke as I approached her door.  “ You know Mom it’s just silly for us not to help each other....” I stopped in my tracks.  Mom was looking into her dresser mirror wearing only her thin black panties, which allowed her beautiful butt cheeks to show. The reflection in the mirror revealed her pussy pelt peeking through the thin panties and showed her erect pink nipples as they stood out in contrast to her alabaster breast.  

She turned quickly.  “You’re right son, why not.  We both need each other and I can’t think of any body I’d rather fuck.”  I was numb with joy and anticipation.  Wow, I never heard mother say fuck before.  She was full of surprises.

As we embraced she pushed her pelvis forward and rubbed against my stiffing cock.  I reached back and pulled her panties up her butt crack and began to rub and fondled her full round ass cheeks. We kissed and our tongues danced in and out each other’s mouth.  Mother pressed her tits against me as she lowered herself to a kneeling position before me.  She unzipped my fly and I quickly undid my belt as she pulled my pants to the floor. 

She kissed the head of my throbbing cock, licking my shaft from its base to its purple head.  She nibbled back down to my balls and took them in her mouth.  Once again she licked her way up and this time engulfed my meat with her marvelous mouth.  With long but rapid strokes her head flowed up and down as she gave me the deepest and best blowjob of my life.  

I was ready to cum and asked if I could cum in her mouth.  She didn’t miss a beat as she nodded up and down.  I shot the biggest load of my cum cream and she gasped.  Holding my pulsating cock she garbed a quick breath and swallow and returned to catch the rest of my load.  “Oh Mom you are the best cocksucker in the world” I said.  “Yes, your Dad used to say I could suck a golf ball through garden hose.”  I bet she could.

That was a night I will never forget.  I licked and sucked Mom’s pussy, nestling my nose into her clit; I sucked on her long vulva lips and fingered her cunt.  She came multiple times. She said she hadn’t done that in quite a while. 

Mom got on top of me and lowered her juicy tight twat on to my waiting dick.  She road me like a bucking bronco while I slid my finger up her ass.  To that she said, ”Oh yes baby fuck your Momma ......yes - yes... finger fuck my ass. Oh yes..Fuck your Mommy!”  I exploded and so did she. Mom said “You know this now makes you a Mother Fucker and I guess I’m a Son Fucker.”  We laughed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.  

The next morning I was awaken by Mom’s wonderful, wet, warm mouth sucking my cock.  “Wake up sleepy head.  Mommy’s cooked you a nice big breakfast.  You are going to need your strength as we have a lot of catching up to do.”  After breakfast she began stroking my cock and French licking my ear as she whispered, “Baby, Mommy wants you to fuck her in the ass.”  With that she handed me the butter and bent over the table. Pulling her nighty up she told me to butter up her butt hole.  I took a big scoop and slide my butter covered fingers up her ass hole while she moaned and told me to hurry.  

I brushed the leftover lubricant on my cock as I slid it between her full butt cheeks and into her brown hole.  “Oh yes babay...that’s it slide your cock up your Momma’s asshole.  Oh yah Baby-Big-Boy, butt- fuck your Momma.”  Grabbing her hanging tits I slammed my rod in and out of her rectum. She braced herself on the table as our pace increased to frenzy.  I was fucking my mother’s asshole and I loved it. My balls slapped against her cunt as I exploded, filling her ass to overflowing.  As I withdrew my cum cream ran down between her butt cheeks and down her leg.

“Oh baby, you make your Momma very happy.”  She said as we kissed. My life changed that day. I got a great job, Mom and I made wild passionate love daily and we both couldn’t be happier.



Cumming Home



I

Coming home to my wife is always an adventure.  I never know what she’s going to be up to when I come through the door.  Last month, I came home and found her tied to the headboard of our bed being spanked by a dominatrix.  I found out later that her paramour’s name was Jaimie and that she was a legal secretary who played the “innocent girl next door” while at the office, but was a dom on her days off.

Some days I’m cool with my wife’s extracurricular activities, but other days I find them just a little annoying.  Last month, for instance, I decided to take matters into my own hands.  Since my wife was expertly bound and handcuffed to the headboard, I knew that I could get away with it.  There was a ball gag in her mouth and her bottom was rosy red.  Coming through the bedroom door, I pulled my cock through my fly.  I came up behind Mistress Jaimie and rammed my cock into her pussy through her crotchless leather pants.  She shrieked and dropped her paddle.  I fucked her hard where she stood and watched as my wife’s eyes went from surprise to ecstasy.  Mistress Jamie started to rub her clit with one hand.  I was getting ready to come.  Suddenly, I was surprised by a geyser of hot, white liquid that came from between the dom’s legs.  It coated my balls and thighs and made a puddle on the floor.  I pulled out of her and shot my load into the air.  Most of my jizz landed on my wife’s tummy as she sat spread eagle over the pillows at the head of the bed.  A few stray drops landed on her clamped nipples.

Embarrassed at being beat at her own game, Mistress Jamie quickly grabbed her bundle of clothes and headed for the back door.  She left me alone with my wife who had had a voyeuristic treat but was completely unable to gratify herself.  I slowly approached her.  For a moment I hesitated with the ball gag, but decided to leave it in.  I uncuffed her and started to remove the silky ropes.  She turned over on her front to assist me.  I could see that she’d taken quite a beating.  Her ass cheeks were red from the paddle, and there were several thin, red cuts from a cane.  Her hairless pink pussy lips were frothy with her cream.  Between her cheeks I found a long black tassel.  I pulled on the tassel, but found it firmly attached to something.  I spread her cheeks apart.  There I was a little red butt plug where her rosy pink hole should be.  I pulled it out and saw a trickle of golden liquid.  I knelt down to taste it.  With the tip of my tongue, I lapped at the small puddle.  It was honey!  I licked it all up, and polished her hole with my tongue.  I finished untying her and finally took out the ball gag.  I was kind of sorry I did that.  My wife has been known to make longshoremen go quiet with shame.  In order to make up for ruining her afternoon play session, I happily consented to let her be the dominatrix while I played her willing supplicant.

II

Another day, about a week ago, I came home to find her in bed with two Danish sailors.  One was fucking her doggy style while the other was lying between her legs licking his shipmate’s balls.  Kelly had her head down sucking on his erect cock.  She looked up as I came into the bedroom and started to undress.  The two blond boys slowly got out of bed.  I think they were afraid the gig was up.  I could see by their uniforms on the floor that they probably didn’t speak too much English.  I signed to them that it was okay.  “I saved one for you, Tom!” my wife cheered.  The one my wife had been sucking stepped forward.  We all sat down on the bed together and I got to know the two sailors.

I found out that both their names were Jan—Big Jan and Little Jan.  They were both tall blond men whose ship had come into the local harbor.  Because sailors are horny, we got right down to business.  Big Jan began eating Kelly’s cunt to get the juices flowing again.  His cock slowly inflated back to its impressive eight-and-a-half-inch length.  Soon it was pulsing and slapping his flat stomach as he lapped my wife’s delicious crack.  My Jan, little Jan, on the other hand, was enjoying my expert cocksucking skills.  I quickly greased his pole with my tongue and started in earnest.  I learned all too well that eating Danish wasn’t just for breakfast anymore.  Little Jan’s cock was shorter than his friend’s but extremely thick and uncut.  Simply delicious!  I had a hard time getting the whole thing in my mouth, and I’ve had years of practice!  I pulled the foreskin gently down and swirled my tongue around the brightly colored head, sucking gently at his piss slit.  I nibbled the corona enticingly from one side all the way around to the other being certain to flex his shaft slightly downward on the back side.  Then I licked the entire length stopping to flat tongue the frenulum and lick up the precum oozing from the head now.

Rhythmically stroking his whole length, I sucked his plum sized balls into my mouth one at a time.  I even dipped my tongue a bit lower to sample his hole.  His manhood was salty, just like the sea.  I returned to work on his shaft some more.  I wanted him to come hard, so I began bobbing my head as far down my throat as I could take his cock.  When I had gotten all I could, I would linger for a few seconds and gently hum a few notes.  Then I would suck hard and pull my head up for a breath.  While I was sucking his dick and simultaneously finger-fucking his asshole, my Jan and I watched Kelly and the other Jan getting ready for a fuck.  Kelly had had one amazing orgasm after another under the expert licking of her Jan.  His cock was ready to plunge into her pussy; his precum coated the head thoroughly and made it shiny.  Little Jan and I just stared as my wife’s hips rose to meet his first thrust.  It was beautiful to see her little pussy being stretched by the sailor’s fat cock, and hear his balls slapping her ass as they fucked.

In spite of the great show I was seeing, I had not forgotten Jan.  I think the sight of his mate fucking my hot wife sent him over the edge.  I deepthroated his dick while he came.  I gave his cock one last hard suck as it popped out of my mouth; as a finishing touch, I kissed the limp head.  While my partner was well satisfied (temporarily), I had a raging hard on that was demanding satisfaction.  I knelt beside my wife’s face and presented her with my raging root.  She turned her head, and the look on her face, in her eyes, was one of pure, lascivious pleasure.  She spat on the head of my cock, and played her tongue around the head making it slippery.  She slapped me on the ass, and that was my signal to put my back into it fucking Kelly’s sailor.  “Any port in a storm,” she said with a wink.

I climbed off the bed and went around behind them.  Jan was fucking my wife’s pussy missionary with long, slow strokes.  I coated my cock with KY jelly and rubbed a lump of it into his hole.  I don’t think he noticed me until I put the head of my prick into his tight porthole.  I slowly pushed it in.  When I was all aboard, I started to match his rhythm, magnifying the force of his cock into my wife’s pussy.  After just a few strokes, I felt my Jan’s cockhead knocking at the entrance to my ass.  The sensation of his uncut cock entering me was pure heaven.  The extra foreskin tickled my insides.  Slowly we three started the pumping rhythm that would bring us all four into a simultaneous orgasm: at first there was just a feint spasm deep within Big Jan’s bowel, then he clamped down hard on my cock as he shot his creamy load into my wife’s hungry snatch.  The seismic waves sent a shiver through my body that made Little Jan and I gush our hot man-sex.  First I came in Big Jan, then Little Jan let loose his second load.  We were awash on a sea of molten jism.  Kelly screamed the whole time, and finished her orgasm in tears.

We all collapsed in a cum-dripping heap on the bed.  Kelly was the first to rise after about five minutes.  She took our hands and led us into our bathroom where she started a steamy shower.  She lathered up a big sponge and giggled: “Rub-a-dub-dub three men in a tub!”

Please let me know if you got off to my story.  Just drop me an email.  Thanks—Tom.



Cumming Home



I had just finished a shitty day of work and was driving home. Usually when I am driving home after a poor day at work I tend to relax by driving very aggressively down the deserted country roads on the way home. After a good hard drive home I am usually relaxed by the time I walk in the door. Today was no exception. I parked my car in the driveway and headed toward the door. I noticed that Mara’s car was in the driveway, and I remembered that she said that she was thinking about staying home from school to catch up on some over due homework. I walked into the house and called out for Mara. No response. Maybe she’s napping, I thought to myself. I took off my shoes and headed into the living room. Rounding the corner I step into the living room and can’t help but have my face light up into an enormous grin. There in the middle of the living room floor is Mara. Her tiny little frame is sitting on one of our backless bar stools, stark naked and restrained.

It seems she’s been waiting for me to get home for a while. This is just an amazing site to behold. She has her ankles handcuffed to the legs of the stool. She is bent over so that her stomach is against the tops of her thighs, and her wrists are handcuffed to the legs of the stool as well. This eliminates the possibility of her sitting up. She really isn’t sitting on the stool. Her ass is hanging off of the back end, and her thighs are what are supporting her on the stool. Before she attached her last hand she must have blindfolded herself into total darkness. Then I notice the two colored circles where her cunt hole and anus should be. She must have inserted a plug into each hole before binding herself to the stool. I start to walk forward and see not only has she blindfolded herself, she has also inserted a ball gag to keep herself quite. Mara’s screams can almost shatter my eardrums sometimes.

Although she has obviously taken the time to plan this out, she knows that I like to be in total control, and has forgotten one thing. She can’t see or speak, but she can hear me moving around. This must give her some sense of comfort, so it must be taken away. I know that when she is in these moods she likes to feel helpless and confused. I walk over to the stereo on the other side of the living room and start flipping through the CD’s. I find an appropriate music selection and press play. I turn the volume up just as the first song starts and make sure the CD player is on repeat. Mara jumps as the sound pounds out of the speakers. Now I have total control.

I walk up to Mara’s tiny little ass and give each ass cheek a good hard slap. She jumps from the contact. I guess she didn’t realize I was so close. I then walk to the bedroom, remove my cloths and retrieve the digital camera. I head back to the living room. God Mara’s little frame looks good like this. I walk towards her and start snapping pictures. I take a half dozen or so. Then I move behind her. She is starting to drip her pussy juices onto the stool. I make sure I get a few close-ups of her leaking. I then kneel behind her and start to lick her clit. I can barely hear her moans. I wonder how long she has been waiting for the first contact to her clit. As I’m licking her clit from underneath O reach up and remove the plug from her dripping little cunt. It’s harder to pull out than normal. I must be feeling resistance from the plug in her ass rubbing against it. I give it a little harder tug and out it comes with a pop. It’s HUGE. I’ve never seen this one before. It must be new. It’s a normal length of course, but it’s about 2” to 2 ½” in diameter. Her little dripping fuck hole is now gaping. I step back and snap a half dozen more pix of just her gaping cunt.

I am now rock hard and need to fuck something bad, but I resist. I know that’s what she wants as well. I remove the medium sized plug from her ass and can see almost all the way down to her stomach. Now she has two gaping holes begging to be wrecked. I snap a few more pix of her dual gape and set the camera down. It’s time to play!

I enter three fingers into her gaping cunt easily and start to slide in and out. It seems that the huge plug had done just that. Plugged her hole and kept the juices from coming out and now that it’s gone she is leaking all over. It has even started to drip from the stool to the floor and make a nice sound as it accumulates. With how easy I got three fingers into her I decide to add a fourth and start to feel some resistance. Although Mara has asked me to fist her on several occasions, she has trouble getting stretched big enough. I remove my fingers and walk around to her head. I smear her juices all over the top of the ball gag and under her nose. I know she loves the taste of her own pussy and being able to smell it without tasting it is just another torture.

Deciding I want to see how she got that huge plug into her pussy I grab it and start rubbing the sides of it up and down her dripping slit to lube it up. I then start to slowly push this monster into her cunt. It starts out easy then I start to hit some resistance. I start to fuck her with it, each time getting a little further into her sopping hole. Suddenly I pass the widest point of the plug and her pussy sucks it in quickly. Wow that was really hot. I start to pull and tug on the plug, but not enough for it to slip from her pussy. I can see her squirming on the stool and know she is loving this. I figure she deserves a reward for setting this whole thing up with out being asked. I keep of the motions and increase the pace. I suddenly see a little piss leak out of her. I stop playing with the plug and walk around to her ear. “Do you have to pee?” I ask. Mara nods quickly. “Have you been tied up here long?” I ask her. Again, quick nodding. “Hold it until you cum, and then release it as you cum” I tell her. A slight pause and then she nods in approval.

I return to the plug that’s jammed into her cunt and begin my manipulations again. I start slow, but quickly increase the pace. I can see her head moving from side to side, although I can barely hear her moans/whines because of the music. Soon I see a little more piss leak out of her pussy. Then her head snaps back and I am getting soaked by her erupting urethra as she has a spine-breaking orgasm. I don’t stop the plug pounding until she has stopped her stream that is still squirting from her. Soon it’s slowed to a drizzle then to nothing. Her whole body goes limp and I can see her breathing heavily.

I take my dick in hand and smear it on the drippings all over the back of the stool. Once I’m nice and lubed up I line the end of my cock with her gaping anus. I lean forward and plunge balls deep in one thrust. Mara feels tight inside with the huge plug in her pussy. I start to pound in and out of her beautiful ass. I can feel the ridge of the plug rubbing the underside of my cock. This makes it hard to last long, so I remove my cock and then the plug from her pussy. Once her pussy is empty I reinsert my cock back into her tight anus and continue my pounding. It isn’t as tight now and I’m no longer close to cumming. Here is where it’s time to have fun. Mara’s ass is loose and she has already had one incredible orgasm so she’s relaxed. I start to pick up the pace and really pound into her ass. I can feel my balls slapping against her clit and can tell she can feel it as well. Mara’s head is now flopping from side to side again. I grab her hips for more stability and pound the living shit out of her. I stop suddenly, pull out and grab the camera. Her ass is gaping so big I can see her entire insides. I snap a few pix and then return to her pounding. I now need to cum so bad that’s all I can think about. I can feel my orgasm start to build in my lower back and sweep through my pelvis. I feel my cock start to swell and then erupt in an almost scary imitation of a fire hose filled with cum. I keep slamming into Mara’s ass until my cock become too sensitive to move.

I them remove my dick slowly and let it plop out of her ass. A little cum follows me out, but I look into her ass and can see the lake of semen pooling inside. I grab the camera and snap a few pix of her cum filled and wrecked ass. “Push my cum out of your ass” I yell. No response. She is totally used and exhausted. CRACK, my hand comes down hard on her right ass cheek. “Push my cum out of your ass” I demand again. I see her huge anus start to shrink and the cum start to bubble to the surface. I raise the camera and start to shoot away. I can see my thick cum dripping out of her ass. Some of it running down her thigh, some running down into and out of her open cunt, and some just falling to the floor.

What an amazing site to see. Mara bound to a stool, blindfolded, gagged, both fuck holes gaping, and my cum dripping from her ass to a puddle of cunt drippings and piss on the floor. Mara really knows how to relax me after a hard day at work.

Sodomite. ^__^ 



Cumming Home



Summer break of my sophomore year in college couldn’t have come any sooner.

With a heavy course load the quarter before, my mind was fried…my body dogged tired from long hours of crammed-in studying. I needed to get out of town and wind down. 

My folks were vacationing in Europe, so their house and large swimming pool was vacant and inviting. Perhaps that blonde neighbor with the big tits and raging hormones would be around and need her insides tickled. I imagine she’d probably burned through all the High School meat by now and would probably look good lying naked next to me…or straddling my lounge chair and lowering her cunt onto my cock.

Yessssss…..that vacation package was looking more enticing all the time!

The only obvious downers I saw to the plan was that I had no wheels or money to hit the road with…but, being the young brave lad that I was, I decided that hitchhiking my way home would do the trick. See and experience first hand what my brother and his generation had turned into a cult-like a way of life…cruising the highways and byways with a thumb pointing the way. After all, it was only 375 miles to home…I was a big boy, full of confidence and stature. Nobody messed with me…so a day or so…might be all it took till Miss “Cant Wait To Graduate & Fuck the Big Boys” got an early start on things. 

Anyway…I threw together a back pack of essentials and started out the next morning with a lift in my step and a tune in my happy head…all a good hitchhiker really needs isn’t it? 

It wasn’t long before my frame of mind to change…

It was hot! 

Something not thought of whilst visions of neighborly relations danced in my mind was exactly how hot the mid-day sun makes things walking along the side of a long stretch of black asphalt! 

Damn weatherman don’t remind me of it either…. 

“I’ll be sunny and warm tomorrow…no chance of rain at all…0%....a great day! Unless of course you happen to be walking along the side of a long stretch of black asphalt! Temperatures will be SOARING THERE!”

Yesssss…so I gathered…as I watched each and every little air conditioned compartment go whizzing by me. Hmmmm….nobody (least of all me) told me that I’d have to go thru the tortures of hell in order to fuck some “just of legal age pussy”.

It was after some six hours of thumb pointing dismay that a 53’ tractor trailer appeared over the highway horizon…and the sound of air brakes told me I had my first ride. Thank God! I was beginning to feel like a fried egg and don’t figure they get much attention from passing motorists. 

Slogging slowly up to the cab, I threw open the passenger side door and met “Shorty”. Least that’s what he told me to call him…his actual name I forgot in a few minutes. Following the usual, quick “where ya going….?” exchange of info I was settling into the soft, vinyl covered chair…and the blessed air conditioning was smacking me in the face! My back pack disappeared into this “dark cavern” behind the seats that I presumed was his sleeping quarters. 

“Yea….heading home to see the folks….” I saw no reason to include Shorty in my fantasies.

“College boy eh?....probably gonna hit them up for money aren’tcha….” he said, punctuating it with a yellowish-missing some teeth laugh.

Hundreds of cars and trucks had passed me already today….and I had to get stuck with the bad rendition of Jed Clampett.

“Well…..no…..not this time” I replied jokingly. A hitchhiker’s gotta be friendly I guessed and there was no need to piss off the portly fellow…or his air conditioning.

Shorty was a “trucker” alright…fit the stereotype perfectly. Bulky and by all appearances squat with a belly that just scraped the bottom of the steering wheel…big forearms with old tats…and a bushy beard that mingling with chest hair. Just an overall disheveled look but then, guess if I spent half my life sitting in a truck cab…seeing and driving past people from twelve feet above all the time…I probably wouldn’t give a shit what I looked like either.

So we chatted for awhile…batting the banter back & forth easily…till I grew quiet…my eyelids got heavy and I slumped against the wall of the cab. The heat of the road had sapped me and the sunlight streaming through the truck window warmed my legs and lap…and the A/C had lulled me to sleep.

Don’t know how long I was asleep…it looked like the mid-day sun when my eyes reopened…but those images can be deceiving. What was unmistakable was the hardon that filled my crotch. Sitting upright slowly, I wondered if Shorty had been a good driver and kept his eyes on the road. What I didn’t realize at the time was that it was Shorty’s big hand that had massaged my cock stiff and throbbing! He’d reached over and massaged my crotch thru the warm denim jeans…gently feeling the soft fullness of my balls…then pet the lump created by my small cock until it extended fully down my leg…trapped by my pants…but eagerly accepting his attentions.

“Gotta go…” He said.

“Sorry…..?” I replied sleepily…not catching his drift. 

“Gotta go….” He repeated…this time with a head gesture to my swollen crotch. “I hate when that happens…when I git a piss hardon…not that I mind the hardon now…I hate it that you cant piss!”

“Uhhh…yeah…I guess…” I replied evenly…still a little uneven from my doze and finding the conversation a bit weird. Also puzzling was the fact that…yes, I definitely was sporting a good woody…there was no mistaking that…but I didn’t feel like I had to piss.

“I’ll pull over in a bit….and take care of that….” Shorty offered before continuing “Looks like you’re packing pretty good there….” and with another head and eye gesture towards my crotch indicated where the packing was.

Well….thanks…I do OK…but we all know that size doesn’t matter now don’t we….?” I said, trying some quick and easy humor to redirect the conversation away from my still stiff cock! 

“Don’t you guys…truckers…have a ‘solution’ to problems like this…?” I asked, figuring some “technical” conversation would relieve my throbbing condition. 

“Oh…I’ve got a jug in the back sure…but it wont do you much good…only thing a cock like that’s good for is jacking off, now isn’t it….?”

So much for that line of inquiry…I was harder now than when I’d first woken up…and simply fell silent. 

Just a short ways up the highway, Shorty turned the rig off the road into a deserted rest stop…slowly pulling past the small concrete building I figured would house any bathrooms…till he came to stop at the furthest end of the lot. 

I stumbled out of the cab…and deciding to bypass the long hot walk back to the building, headed towards the grass off the edge of the pavement. I still didn’t need to piss…but figured if I got out of the cab…and Shorty’s conversation and interest in hardons…my own might get a chance to subside. 

To my surprise…and dismay…Shorty had gotten down out of the cab as well and was heading towards me with his short-legged gait. 

“All this talk’s about pissing’s got me going as well…” he was saying. 

I didn’t know or want to wait around to hear more about that, so I headed off the edge and began descending a steep incline that eventually flattened out to a small clearing and retention pond. I braced myself a couple of times…to keep from slipping…so steep was the angle. 

For some unknown reason, Shorty was risking his fat life and little limbs coming down behind right behind me…I was concerned he’s slip and roll me over. 

Once at the bottom, I looked up and couldn’t see the truck that was parked above us…we were completely out of sight and sound of anything and anyone.

I turned a bit so Shorty wouldn’t be able to see my cock when I unzipped my jeans…and soon realized he was right…even if I did have to piss badly…none would be coming out of this stiff cock anytime soon. 

“See….what I tell ya…” Shorty said from behind. I turned my head I to see him looking at me oddly. 

“All this cock talk has got me going…..” he went on and glancing down, I saw his short, fat cock with its big mushroom head was sticking up stiffly under his overhanging belly. 

Well that was all I needed to know it was time to get out of there and turning quickly, I began climbing back up the steep hill. But Shorty moved quickly….kicking a boot against one of my feet, he tripped me… dropping me to my knees. 

I was pushing back up to my feet when a big forearm crashed down on my back….collapsing me again…my face tasting the dusty ground. 

Then he was on me….laying his mass on my backside….pinning me...preventing me moving easily. I could hear his panting hot breathe against my hear…could feel the heat of his sweaty belly on my back…as I tried crawling out from under him…slowly up the hill. A hand reached around my waist and pulled open jean waistband…a fat hand reached inside the back and began pulling down. 

No words were spoken…none at all…the only sounds were those of our heated exertions. I felt the hot sun on my ass…my backside was exposed and his hand was rubbing it all over…with his belly laying on the small of my back, I was unable to move easily, my knees moving forward in shorter distances...then I felt his big hand slide down my ass crack…brush over my hole…and grab my balls…and I slowed down even further. 

That he was a disgusting hulk of a man…there was little doubt…but there was no doubt whatsoever that my cock was now stiffer than ever, tied up and throbbing in the front waistband of my jockeys. 

I lay with my head against the ground…almost motionless…as he fondled my shaved balls with a big, fat palm. Squeezing me evenly…knowingly. Taking a small packet of hand lotion from his sweat soaked shirt pocket, he held it with one hand while biting off one end of it and squeezing its contents in my crack before throwing it away. Then he shifted…got off me briefly to get behind…and I crawled a forward a few more inches…before I felt him drape his belly over my backside and two big hands grasped my waist and pulled me down the hill…sliding that fat cock up my virgin ass.

“Oh…fuck…!” I yelled as his cock forced its way in my tight hole. He had me totally pinned…I couldn’t move if I wanted to…and he began porking me really good. Shaking my whole body has he pumped my ass it brief spurts….abbreviated by his heavy breathing and lot of sweat. 

The sun was beating down and sweat was pouring off us both. After a few minutes of that large dickhead working me…something inside my ass began to sing. This ugly fat bastard was humping me like a hippo…but it was feeling really good! Heaven knows what we must have looked like, but heaven also knows that I was soon raised up on my wrists and holding myself steady for him….using the gravity of the hill to drop my ass to him. By then my tune had changed to “Oh fuck me!” and I was openly moaning after each thrust…begging for it...timing the distance between each plunge of that fat sausage down my hole and the sweet sensations that would ripple through my body.

He held me tight…pumping me…until finally my ass clamped down hard around him…squeezing him tightly…and we moaned as one as we both released....his hot cum filling my ass for the first time…my own getting lost in my jockeys. Mmmmmmm…..what a sensation….cuming while being fucked….I liked it…and he continued to work me until he had no more to offer. 

We were both exhausted! I lay still breathing heavily when his hand began turning me towards him. For a brief second…the nasty thought of kissing him crossed my mind…but no, he had other ideas…and soon my head was being forced under the canopy of his belly and down onto his softening, wet cock! Resisting, I pushed back against the pressure…but it was no use…and soon my lips were touching his messy tool…slowly they parted and took in the large head….and tasted the mixture of cum and my ass…my resistance faded however when he inserted a couple of fingers in my wet asshole and began finger fucking me….occasionally bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick. Soon my nose was buried deep in his pubes…my tongue lovingly swishing around his fat cock…licking it and that large, beautiful, pleasure giving head clean as a whistle. 

It took some doing….but eventually we both got dressed and helped each other up the steep hill. Both our legs were weary and we both almost fell backward a couple of times. Reaching the truck, Shorty told me to get inside and get undressed…something I now needed no forcing to do. Slipping out of my clothes in the front seat, I crawled into the sleeping cab. It was pitch black dark and my eyes took a few minutes to adjust, but it smelled bad…and I could feel crusty spots on the sheets. As my focus started to come to me, I could make out men’s magazines…of all type strewn in one corner. 

Shorty climbed in…and with difficulty scrambled back with me. He really was a nasty man…and lacking any turnon at the moment, I had difficulty keeping my mind from considering those aspects of him. He was all head, shoulders, gut and knees….with a nice fat cock to go with it. 

Fortunately Shorty had plans, so my mind wasn’t wandering for long. He told me to assume the position…which I willingly did this time…by turning towards and leaning against the corner of the cab. Looking up I saw that he’d installed a mirror across the ceiling! The guy was gross…but had kinky tastes! 

From the mirror, I watched him behind me rummaging on the side of the mattress…until he eventually produced a large dildo. My initial disappointment that his fat cock wouldn’t be pounding me was quickly replaced by this long dildo with a large, vibrating head that was soon buried way up my ass! 

I was his bitch for good now! This taking it up the ass was all too new for me…and I was liking it just fine. Looking up, I could see the dildo being shoved up between my spread ass cheeks…..I could see the strokes and drop down onto the stake…I could give it up completely. 

“Ahhhhhh Shorty….fuck me babe….work it….work that hole….ohh…ohhhh….ahhhhhh yessssss…do me!.” 

No possible mistaking this time – I wanted it and I wanted it bad. My was twitching stiffer with each pump up my hole….precum was draining down and dripping off my balls…adding to the sheet’s collection. Shorty was nothing if not dedicated to his craft. He must love mancunt because he certainly knew how to work it. After another five minutes of this bliss my body started trembling…my legs wobbling….my eyes closed and I disappeared entirely into ecstasy….the very next stab up my ass made me shriek with pleasure as my cock start spewing cum….a slower…sweeter draining of white delight….slipped from me…over the edge of my dickhead and slide down the shaft.

Well Shorty had seen enough….and he was ready for more manpussy….pulling the dildo from me, he spun me down onto my back…threw my legs up over and back and leaned his mass on top of me.

Initially I didn’t think I’d be able to breath….but once I felt that big dickhead stroking my hole again…I knew I’d survive well enough! He was close…and this time, I could see the exertions in his face…which wasn’t pretty…but closing my eyes, I simply focused on giving it up to him….letting him use my ass which way he wanted…and soon he found his rhythm…or pattern of short bursts. He was squishing me pretty good…but that fat dick of his was also having its affect…filling my hole completely and fully…that big head scraping and scratching against my insides so nicely! 

It took longer this time…but eventually Shorty filled me up again…pounding his cum deep inside my hot ass. Pulling off he dropped back against the other wall of the cab in a heap…breathing heavily and not looking all too good. Thinking I’d help him some, I spun around on my knees and lay on my stomach between his legs…he could stare at the fine curve of my ass while I sucked his soft cock…licked his wet balls and cleaned his hairy crotch….all very willingly this time…I very much wanted to now. 

In a few minutes, I heard his breathing even and deepen. Looking up, I saw he was asleep…slumped against the wall…beginning to snore slightly. I licked the salty sweat out of his belly button….and ran my tongue all over his broad, fat belly before returning to his crotch

I kept kissing and licking his crotch….slowly…easily…in no hurry at all…and after about fifteen minutes or so…his cock began thickening again. Shorty would be the first hardon I’d suck…and I loved it…loved the way it filled my mouth…loved running my tongue along the edges of the fat head…and sucking down the smooth precum. 

I would suck him off while he slept….he never woke…I can only imagine his thoughts…but this big....ugly man….had the sweetest cum you could imagine. 

Eventually…Shorty dropped me off near my house and I dragged myself the last mile on foot. Good thing no one was home, because I looked a sight. I spent the rest of the break sunning and sleeping by the pool – catching up on that much needed rest. Not once did I think to check out if the blonde with the big tits was around…but I often thought of Shorty. 

I never saw him again…our time was over…but about a year later I saw a news report about some trucker being brought up on charges….seems not all travelers are happy travelers.



Cumming Home



Brad liked to show off his "cool" mom. He would frequently bring his classmates home on weekends for some home cooking.

Brad is in his freshman year at Western University, about an hour's drive from home. During the week he lives on campus but usually makes it home on weekends unless there is a big game or something going on.

He is very popular and it seemed every time he comes home for the weekend he brings a different friend with him. We have taught our son not to discriminate and many of his friends were of other nationalities, Asian, East Indian and Afro-Americans.

Brad's high school sweetheart had enrolled in another university so they do not get to see each other too often. I knew there are lots of girls at Western to keep him from pining for Susan.

Brad's father is a manager for an automotive repair chain and travels coast to coast overseeing the operation. Consequently he is away a lot and I spend most of my time alone or with my friends. Brad's weekend visits are a high spot in my routine.

I had never entertained anything of a sexual nature with Brad. I realized he was a good-looking boy but at forty-two I thought I was past young hormones bothering me. That weekend I was to learn different.

It was October and everyone had pretty well settled into the fall routine. Brad had come home with a young Pakki friend in tow. Mohinder is a very polite young man and a first generation Canadian.

As usual the boys were delegated to Brad's room and given the keys to my car to use during their visit. It was Friday night and they were off to check out the young peoples' scene leaving mom at home.

I wasn't waiting up for them, as they were young adults. I had got stuck into a John Grisham book and didn't realize it was so late. 

I was sitting in the living room wearing just my robe when I heard them come in. I had nothing on beneath the robe thinking I would be in bed by the time they got in.

"Hi Mom!" Brad greeted me as the crashed into the living room.

It was obvious they had had quite a bit to drink, maybe a little too much.

I started to get up to toddle off to bed.

"Don't go to bed, stay up a while." Brad asked as he put some CD's on the stereo.

I was still wide-awake and flattered these young guys wanted my company after hanging out with girls their own age all night.

It is well known how much I love dancing. I had performed in several little theater musicals in days gone by. The music blaring from the stereo made up my mind for me.

The robe I was wearing was not really appropriate for dancing. It was quite short and the silk tie tended to loosen when I moved. I did not realize right away how much the guys could see as I twirled about dancing.

"See, I told you she was hot!" Brad said to his friend as I danced for them.

I am not the glamorous mistress type, just an average suburban wife. I try to keep fit and have maintained a relatively good figure for my age and my 40DD breasts are real attention getters. Being a natural redhead I have a certain attraction to guys who love a firebush. I didn't realize my red bush was visible to the boys as I danced.

"Take off the robe Mom!"

I couldn't believe what my son was saying. It was obvious I was naked beneath the flimsy robe.

Unexplainably my hand went to the silk belt. The belt slid open easily allowing the front of my robe to open wide displaying my naked breasts and exposed crotch.

"Take it off!" the boys chanted. 

The robe fell to the floor leaving me standing naked before the two lads.

Strangely I was not embarrassed being naked in front of my son and his young friend. They wanted to see my nakedness, to imagine indulging in their lust with my body. Who was I to refuse them their desires to use me?

Mohinder stared at my bare breasts; I believe they were the biggest he had ever seen, and the marvel of my ginger bush.

Brad's eyes were fixed on the portal though which he had entered the world some nineteen years ago.

It might have ended right there.

My son took me in his arms and a shiver passed through my body. I melted in his arms as he tenderly embraced his naked mother. It seemed the most natural place for me to be.

I felt the electrifying touch of what was unmistakably the head of my son's erection on my bare stomach. Mohinder moved in behind me making me the filling in their sex sandwich.

I draped my arms around my son's neck as he finds my entrance. Smoothly he slides into my sanctuary. As I secreted my love juices onto Brad's cock Mohinder's cock is prying its way into anus.

My ass instinctively moves back to facilitate the Pakki's journey into my back door. Mohinder is thick and determined to possess me. A final thrust and he is fully in me.

With the pressure on my backside my cunt is held firmly surrounding Brad's cock. I feel my son's meat throbbing in my fuck hole. With two cocks inside of me I am in heaven. 

Time stood still as the young cocks piston in and out of my hungry holes.

"Oh yes, you feel so good!" I moaned to my young lovers.

I felt the warmth of Brad's cum first as he released himself into me. My son's sperm saturated my vagina with millions of spermatozoa seeking my eggs. As my husband had a vasectomy after Brad was born and I had not yet reached menopause I was venerable to my son's potent seed.

Mohinder replied with a volley of his cum deep in my ass.

My orgasm was intense and complete. It had been a long time since I had been fucked to the point of cumming and juices flowed from every crevice inside of me.

Brad was mauling my breasts as he fertilized me. Mohinder was filling my ass with his cream like a chocolate éclair. I was cumming like I hadn't cum since I was a randy teenager. 

Time stopped as I turned my attention to orally cleaning the two young cocks that had just ejaculated into me. Still dripping cum I took them one after the other into my mouth to lick them clean.

Brad must have thought his mother a slut as I busily slurped the jism off his and his pal's messy cocks. 

"Gosh, your Mom's a great cocksucker!" Mohinder complimented Brad.

"Just wait till you get in her pussy!" Brad answered.

So my son wanted me to share my womb with his friend.

We adjourned to my bedroom where the boys finished disrobing to service me. Two young studs to share my bed with for the night.

Mohinder took his turn mounting me whilst Brad's cock rolled around in my mouth. The olive-skin lad was a bit on the plump side and his thick cock stretched me the way my pussy loves to be stretched. I realized I was offering this dark-skin young man an opportunity to father a child with me.

"Fuck her! Cum in her!" Brad encouraged his mate.

As my son filled my mouth with his thick cream I felt Mohinder's seed surge into my cervix. My world was turned upside down again with another earth-shattering orgasm.

For over two hours the boys drained their sperm into me until out bodies yielded to fatigue. Drenched with their powerful sperm we fell asleep, our bodies intertwined.

Brad still brings his friends home to meet his pregnant mother. The young lads get great pleasure nursing on my swollen breasts as they contribute their rich young cream to my well-used pussy.

Brad has promised to invite half a dozen boys to come home for his birthday party! 



Cumming Home Again



I looked down, past my breasts and over my flat stomach, between my legs. All I could see were his eyes looking back at me. He'd had his face buried between my legs for so long the post office was going to have to start forwarding his mail there soon.

We were in no rush and as opposed to so many of my former lovers, Brian was in no hurry. Once he had helped me from out of my sexy little sun dress he laid me down, kissed a slow path down my body and placed his mouth on my pussy.

His tongue was warm and soft and he licked with gentle strokes. My pussy was shaved smooth except for a small 'landing strip' and he seemed to appreciate this greatly. He didn't just try and shove his tongue all the way inside me nor did he latch onto my clit and suck on it like he was trying to get the last drop of a drink through a straw. Those were both the general practices of my husband on the rare occasions that I persuaded him to even venture his mouth between my legs.

Instead Brian seemed intent on licking every part of me, from the inside of my thighs to my pussy lips, and in between them with delicate care. I could feel his tongue start at the base of my opening and move slowly up my slit until he reached my clit, where he would pause and flick his tongue over that most sensitive button. Every time he did my toes curled and I had to work hard to take in breath.

His strong hands were all over me as well, moving over my taunt legs, flat stomach, small breasts. It was as if he was trying to consume my body with not only his mouth, but with his touch. "I've wanted you for so long" he had said to me when I first fell into his arms and it seemed as if he was bent on making up for lost time.

We had been friends in high school and had seemingly alternated crushes on each other; when he was available I wasn't and vice versa. Then we both went off to college, lost track of each other and I got married. But when I returned home for a couple of weeks in the summer we had made plans to get together, to have a couple drinks and reminisce. Somehow that led us here; with me naked on his bed with his mouth working on me quite expertly.

Brian had been coy when we left the restaurant and headed back to his place. He didn't pressure me, but then again he didn't really have to. Things with my husband, while generally good in regards to most aspects, were a little lacking in the sexual department. And with him a couple of thousand miles away and a good looking man like Brian eager to provide me with the pleasure I had been so needing, well the decision to let him take me to bed hadn't exactly been a difficult one.

Immediately inside his apartment door we had begun kissing, soft and gentle. As we kissed his hands worked on the zipper to my dress and my hands had unbuttoned his shirt. When he broke our kiss to shrug out of his shirt I slipped the straps of my dress over my shoulders and let it fall into a pile on the floor. I wasn't wearing a bra, I don't have large breasts – just small, perky ones that are delightfully sensitive – and when Brian saw them he seemed to regard them like they were a fine wine.

He had bent his head low, sucked on each gently softly taking each into his mouth in turn. He then led me to the bedroom where he slipped off his pants but not his boxers. When I tried to remove them for him he pushed me away and smiled shyly – most unusual as most men are all too ready to get their pants off. Instead he had helped me out of my black thong and placed me on his sprawling bed. You already know what happened next.

I felt one of his fingers slip inside me, I was so wet, wetter than I had ever been. He wasn't exactly teasing me its just that he was taking his sweet time, not spending too much time on the parts that would push me to orgasm and it was driving me wild. The muscles of my tight pussy contracted around his finger and he started moving it in and out of me while his tongue continued to lick laps around my soft lips.

As I watched he slipped his finger out of me and placed it in his mouth. He was looking back at me with those large grey eyes of his and he smiled. "You taste wonderful."

"Thank you," was all that I could think to say as his finger pressed back inside of me.

He started searching around inside of my for my spot, curling his finger to find it. When he made contact with it I jumped a little and he knew he had found what he was looking for. With his other hand he searched through the folds of skin moving them out of the way until my clit was exposed. As his finger massaged my spot he started flicking his tongue over my clit, gently tracing circles on its sensitive sheathe.

I was surprised at how close to orgasming I was. In mere seconds my breathing became erratic, my legs began to shake and a wave of pleasure broke over me. I looked down and he smiled back at me, satisfied that he was able to bring me such pleasure with such relative ease.

He removed his finger from me and disengaged his mouth from my pussy. Starting at the strip of soft brown hair at the top of my pussy he began kissing his way back up my body until his lips met mine. We kissed and I could taste myself on his mouth which was strangely erotic. 

As we kissed I felt his penis press against my opening. I wasn't sure what to expect, since he hadn't let me touch of even see his cock, I wondered if maybe he was embarrassed at its size. As soon as he made it about an inch inside of me I knew that he had nothing to be embarrassed about.

He was very thick and very hard and he kept pushing more and more of himself slowly inside me. With each push I thought he had reached his limit but he kept going and going and going. Nothing that had ever been inside of me before compared to the feeling of Brian's cock. I was stretched to the limit and full to the rafters with his hard cock.

He held himself there and looked down at me. "Is that ok?" he asked softly. I was basking in the feeling of being totally full for the first time in my life and couldn't speak to tell him that it was, all I could do was nod.

We fucked slowly at first, him going in and out of me with deliberately slow strokes. I clutched the bed, grabbing handfuls of sheets as I laid back and let him have his way with me. Again I was impressed by his manner – most of the time guys just want to get inside and jam away but Brian was markedly different.

And he was good. Very good. Not long after he entered me I could feel the tingle start at my toes and work its way up my body until I came again with a loud moan. Brian slid his hands under me, grabbing my ass and pulling me to him with every push, taking me through my orgasm eliciting the maximum pleasure.

When my spasms had stopped he pushed deep inside of me and held himself there and I tumbled down the slopes of orgasm nicely as my breathing returned to normal. Brian kissed me again then bent his head low to suck on my breasts. He paid special attention to each nipple, licking and nibbling at them both. The feeling was wonderful especially since he was still holding himself deep inside of me, filling me with his cock.

He moved his hands from my ass, down my legs and grasped my ankles. His body leaned away from mine and he brought my legs up toward my chest and placed them on his shoulders. If I had to name my best asset it would be a toss up between my butt and my legs and Brian seemed to appreciate both.

His hands ran over my legs, over my muscular thighs and defined calves, feeling every inch of my soft skin. As his cock started moving in and out of me again his lips began kissing up and down the inside of my calves, ankles and feet. He utterly worshiped my legs as his thrusts became more and more forceful.

Brian was really starting to pound away at me, fucking me fast and burying himself deep into me with each push. I laid there and loved every second of it. This was the feeling that I had been missing for so long. And since he was working so hard to give me pleasure I figured that I would help him along – as he continued to fuck me I moved my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit.

Almost the second I touched it I came. It was unlike any orgasm I was used to, there was no gradual build just a lightning bolt of pleasure that caused me to cry out. My orgasm hit me like s wave crashing against the beach in the midst of a hurricane. I bucked my hips with such intensity that Brian's dick slipped from between my lips and I descended the slopes of my pleasure by slowing the pace of my hand.

My body tingled all over and my pussy was wet as the ocean, I could feel my juices coating the inside of my thighs. I pulled my legs from Brian's shoulders and rolled over on the bed, got to my knees and turned to face him.

He looked at me expectantly, unassumingly, with a slight smile on his face. I reached my hand around the back of his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and around his mouth and I seductively licked my juices from his face. With my free hand I reached down and grasped his cock, surprised even now with the size of it. I'm admittedly petite, but I couldn't even close my hand around the thickness of his shaft!

I stroked him a few times the best that I could manage as we continued our kiss then I moved my lips from his and told him to lie down; I was going to return to him the pleasure he had given to me.

Once he was flat on his back I moved between his legs and delicately licked up the length of his cock. When I reached the head, I flicked my tongue over the soft underside and continued on my way until I was straddling him. I reached my hand beneath me and guided him between my swollen lips, feeling him slide easily into my still sopping wet pussy.

Even with my wetness it took me a few pushes to get his cock all the way inside of me and once he was entirely inside me again, I sat there for a few minutes just feeling him fill me completely. It occurred to me that very moment that my husband's cock was just never going to be enough for me again.

For some reason, the thought of my husband, the reality that I was a married woman with another man's cock inside of me filled me with an animal lust and I began to fuck Brian hard.

I pushed myself down onto him eliciting an audible slap as our bodies collided then I rose up until just the tip of his cock was still inside me. Then I drove my hips back down to meet his feeling his size fill me completely again and again. His hands reached up and grabbed my breasts, his fingers rubbing my erect nipples and he looked at me with utter contentment in his eyes.

Placing my hands on his chest, I leaned forward and arched my back. In this position I wasn't able to fuck him hard, but I could fuck him fast by bouncing my ass up and down. His hands moved from my tits and his arms flopped onto the bed next to him as he closed his eyes and enjoyed himself.

When my back got tired and I could no longer bounce on his cock I pulled my legs up underneath me, balanced myself on the balls of my feet and squatted on his cock. This got Brian's attention and he opened his eyes and watched transfixed as I traveled the length of his shaft as I buried it inside me from tip to base.

Not needing my hands to support me any longer I put them to good use as well. One of them I placed on my breast, grabbing and squeezing my sensitive nipple while the other one went back to my clit. I was getting close to orgasm and I could see by the look on my lovers face that he was growing close as well.

"Are you going to cum?" I asked him.

"I'm getting close. Yeah."

"Can you wait for me?"

He nodded. "For you, anything," he said smiling. 

I didn't make him wait long. A few more times of feeling that cock stretch me and fill me and I was convulsing uncontrollably. As my orgasm relented and I again became aware of the world around me I looked down to see a pained look on Brian's face.

"Now?" I asked, not really needing to. He only nodded in response.

Quickly I slid his cock from inside of me and knelt between his splayed legs. I put him in my mouth and tried my best to perform orally on him; it was pretty futile as I was able to fit only the head of him inside my small mouth. But that, coupled with my hands stroking him was apparently enough. 

He gave a final grunt and I felt the first geyser of warm liquid gush forth into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could but he was coming hard and fast and some of it escaped from my lips and dripped down his shaft. Once he was done spurting in my mouth I used my tongue to lick him clean.

A satisfied sigh escaped him as I moved next to him and laid down next to him. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me full and deep – something else my husband would never do after I had been nice enough to let him cum in my mouth.

"I sure am glad you came home," he whispered to me softly. 

"You and me both," I responded. After a silent moment I added, "I think I'll have to come home more often."

He smiled at me in the near total darkness. "We'll have to make plans for the next time you do."

I smiled back at him.

"Honey, you are the plans for the next time I come home."