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Forbidden

By: EnigmaDoll



over and over.  a drug.  a hallucinogen.  intense and soul shattering .  magnetic.  inexplicable.  crazy.  magic.  euphoric and painful, erotic and sinful.   These words describe our love with a certain truthful flare.  We often ask each other what it is that keeps us coming back for more.  We have argued, fought, not spoken to each other, cried and ached for each other.  And here we are once again, back for another fix.  My veins feel hollow in the empty moments I spend without him.  The way he looks into my eyes drives me to the brink of insanity, the verge of complete and utter abandonment of reality.  Everything dissolves around us and my entire existence seems to disappear up until that point when I can feel his gaze pass over my soul,  soft and gentle like the reflected blue light of midnight through his blinds.  We collapse together in passion with heat rising from our skin as if we were composed of midday Saharan sands.  Kisses warm and eternal, our bodies glowing in the golden light of candles.  My nails rape the flesh of his back as he slips inside of me deep and deeper still until he can push no more.  And then he moves.  Slow and softly as a hungry serpent pursuing his prey.  But we both know in the end that I will be devoured.  And it is this that I await most anxiously.  I quiver beneath him, feeling him press into me over and over.  It is madness.  Pure and unrefined.  Uncensored.  We get loud.  We scream and cry out obscenities, we make the bed cry out for mercy.  The demons watch from the shadows as we embrace our darkest desires.  When he is near me my body is tense with excitement, my hands writhe in their desire to caress every inch of his delicious skin.  I lick my lips and 
                                                                 drop 
                                                                         to my knees.  The warm flesh of his cock is soft against my lips.  I can feel him growing harder in my mouth as I kiss and lick and tease and suck.  He grabs my head and wraps his fingers in my curls, guiding me, showing me, pushing and pulling me until he is swelled and throbbing and aching to put out the fire.  He pulls me up and pushes me down, he climbs over me and kisses me, he presses his fingers into me.  He smiles "you're drenched" 
         I grin "for you"
Then he slides his hot hard cock inside of me and we are ready to go.  
         "fuck me"
                 and he does.  He fucks me good.  Like a girl should be fucked if ever she decided to allow herself to be fucked.  In the bed, on the floor, on the couch, even on the washing machine.  Over and over.  a drug.  a hallucinogen.  intense and soul shattering .  magnetic.  inexplicable.  crazy.  magic.  euphoric and painful, erotic and sinful.   
         We sigh.         
                 Time for another one of those goddamned cigarettes.

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I grabbed her from behind and she screamed -- 

"Wha --Mmmm!" 

-- before I gagged her with my hand and crushed my other around her waist, pinning her left arm to her side. I could feel the softness of her white terry cloth bathrobe through my sweatpants and black turtle neck shirt. God, she felt amazing, and I wondered if she could feel my own heart hammering in my chest as much as my nine inch hard-on pressing against her ass. 

Her wet scream grew louder as my lips ravished her neck, gluing them to her soft, creamy white skin while her free right hand gripped my wrist in a vain attempt to free my gagging hand. I was too strong, and in the hall way mirror she caught sight of her attacker -- me, a tall black man in a ski mask hoisting her sexy nineteen year old kicking body off the floor and back down the hall towards her bedroom. 

"Don't say a Goddamn word and I won't hurt you," I breath into her ear. 

Her scream dropped to a whimper as I allowed her head to nod in agreement. 

"I ... I don't want to hurt you, I just ... God, I think I'm in love with you ... Anne." 

Her eyes went wide in shock, her legs in knee-high socks stopped kicking. 

"Yes ... I know who you are," I began. "I know that your roommates are gone for the entire length of Spring break and that you're alone in this house. That's why you showered with the music blasting tonight, and didn't hear me sneak in through your back window in the kitchen, and why you walked out of the shower in just your bathrobe, and headed down to the basement to do a load of laundry." 

Using a foot I pushed open her bedroom door and dragged her in, still holding her in front of me. She began to struggle more. God she was like a wild cat under her robe and it was turning me on even more. 

"So in the time you were down there I crept upstairs here to your room for a little surprise."

I forced her to turn around and still gagging her I flicked on the wall switch with my other hand and grabbed her again before she could react. It didn't matter. Her body jumped with shock. The covers of her bed had been removed leaving only her pillows, yet tied to her head board were lengths of silk scarfs, ones I had found in her closest. Tied to each of the bed's back feet were single pairs of her silk nylon stockings. Her rape bed was ready. 

"NO! --mmmmm!" she tired to scream and thrashed even more allowing me to catch the clean aroma of her light chestnut colored hair and a flash of her hazel eyes through her glasses. I pushed her forwards towards the bed, and in her knee high Harry Potter gold and maroon colored socks she couldn't find traction. At the last second I twisted around and allowed myself to fall back first on her bed, crashing with her on top of me. She tried to scream again, and I caught the first snatch of her teeth against my hand. 

"NO BITING!" I warned and she stopped. She was sobbing now. Pulling my hand away form her lips I forced her chin towards me and our eyes meet in an electric moment of contact. I wondered if she realized who I was. Than I kissed her, it was tender and sweet, a silky touch that nearly made me cum right then and there. I pulled away and our eyes met again. 

"God, you're beautiful," I whispered, and I could tell her eyes were searching mine, grasping at a sense of recognition. I didn't give her the chance.

I kissed her again, kissed her in a full, opened wet mouth kiss. God, her lips were soft!. Caught completely by surprised she did nothing as I raped her mouth, my tongue forcing its way into hers, twisting with wild abandon. Our heads, and chins turned one way than another as our chest heaved with passion. Perhaps it was by instinct, or fear of fighting back, but she kissed me just as deeply and moaned with pleasure. Slowly I shimmed us up higher towards the head of the bed, my left arm wrapped around her left arm, across her waist where my hand grabbed her shapely right hip. Still holding her this way against me I moved up until my head found a pillow under it and I allowed her head to rest against my right shoulder. We continued kissing, slowly, moaning to each other with hungry passion. Then softly, and gently my left arm moved, and lifted aside a flap of her white bathrobe exposing her sexy white panties. 

Suddenly, she gasped as if waking from a dream. 

"No! Stop! How dare you! ... fucking bastard! Let me g --- " 

I kissed her again, and this time my fingertips touched the smooth silky fabric of her panties. Breaking from our kiss I lifted my head and spied down upon what I had fantasied about for months. Her panties were lacy white and transparent below the line of her pubic hair. They were high cut on her hips, but not the Victoria Secrets brand that I wondered if she wore, and certainly not the granny panties I was afraid she would be wearing too. For weeks I would stare at her ass through her jeans as she walked out of my lecture hall debating who she was under her clothes. 

Anne was a sophomore film major in my history of film class. At no more than five-five, her short full body hair was cut in a cute (but oh God so sexy) style that allowed it to hover just above her shoulders, exposing the flawless nape of her neck. She wore glasses that gave her a nerdy vibe, hiding hazel colored eyes. She was far from the turn-the-boys-heads type as she never wore daring or revealing clothing. Instead, she came to class regularly in simple beige or gray T-shirts, black jeans and shoes, sometimes with a white sweater jacket, but none of them could hide the full 36 B breast of her sexy body with trim hips and a taut stomach I knew lay underneath -- even if she was doing everything to conceal that fact. A tactic that seemed to be working for everyone in her class, except for me, her professor. 

With one hand I forced her chin back toward me as I passionately kissed her again, while my left hand caressed the teased the waistband of her panties. She snapped her head away as her right hand clamped down on my left stopping it cold from slipping blow her undergarment. 

"NOOO!" she screamed and forced my hand away "LET! ME! GOOO! -- FUCKING ASSHOLE!!" Her nails dug into my wrist and forearm, but she couldn't stop my fingers from pushing closer towards her pussy.

"What's the matter, Anne?" I whispered in her ear. "Never had someone want to rape you before?"

I raped-kissed her again as my fingers caressed over the contours of her panties, feeling the fabric of her lace like it was an exquisite form of braille. Her hips thrashed to escape my touch and my cock loved the feeling. I rubbed my fingers lower until they slid over her pussy pressed tight against her panties. Instantly I could feel how wet and hot she was. She gasped at my first touch and ripped her lips away from mine. Knotting a handful of her hair in my first I forced her head back to me and savagely kissed her again. I lifted my fingers and forced them under her lacy garment and grazed the top half of her pubic hairs. Her legs kicked out in fear and began to squeeze together while I assaulted her with more hungry kisses, Frenching her lips and tongue. She screamed through my lips, turning me on more. Her ass wiggled over my raging hard on, but I wanted to savor this moment. I wanted to make her to cum as much as I did. 

"I can't believe how beautiful you are," I panted between kissed, "How do you not have a boyfriend?" 

"No!" she whimpered and tears began to roll from her eyes. With a surge of will she snapped her head away again and I pressed my lips to her neck sensuously kissing down to her shoulder. Her thrashing had widen the cinched top of her bathrobe giving me my first glimpse of her sexy, heaving breast. Christ I almost came. Slowly my fingers snaked their way down through her velvety pussy hairs, the texture indescribable, as I heard her catch her breath through her clinched lips and tremble. Her legs slightly parted. 

"I won't hurt you ... " I breath again as I felt her ass grind against my cock. "I just want to make love to you ... " 

Deeper my fingers pushed. Her hips began to rise off the bed. I kissed her neck and back, biting the edge of her bathrobe with my teeth, pulling them off her shoulder. My right hand cupped her full upturned breast through the terrycloth rope as it edged away from her tits revealing bubble gum pink nipples as hard as rose thorns. She gasped and screamed as my fingers suddenly touched one, again and again while almost at the same time I soothed the clit of her swollen wet pussy. 

She moaned through her tears. She was so wet and instantly my fingers began to play with her private spot while I kissed back up to her neck egging her to turn back to me. Her lips found mine and we kissed again in a smoldering lip lock. 

"Who ... are you?" she whispered with building gasp. My fingers strummed her clit, my hand squeezed her breast -- God they were firm as hell!, while she spread her legs as full as possible. Pressing all of my fingers together I pushed down deeper past her clit and over the flooded opening of her pussylips. She was dripping, hips pushing into my hand pressed into her Venus mound under her tight silky panties. Her moans grew as we kissed deeper and this time it was her that was French kissing me. And them I did it -- my middle finger slipped into her tight pussy causing her hips to shoot into the air. 

"OH GOD!!!" she screamed. 

I undid the belt of her bath rope with one hand and whisked it open revealing the full beauty of her naked body. I finger fucked and kissed her. Lovingly her free hand gripped the wrist of the hand fingering her while I squeezed, and pinched the pert nipples of one breast than the other. She was building, I could both feel and hear it in her body. I increased the rhythm of my strokes, my finger was a piston driving her pussy -- fully in, fully out -- while her right hand gripped the sheets of the bed. Her eyes pressed shut as she threw her head back, perfect upturned breast jutting high into the air. 

"OH! ... OH! ... OH! .... OH GOD! OH GOD! OOOOHHHH GODDDDDDD!" 

Her hips slammed back down to the bed, again, and again. Three times she came before her shuddering body collapsed on top of mine completely spent. Slowly we kissed one another before my lips moved higher kissing away her tears. 

"Thank you ... I ... I don't know what to say," she began, almost apologetic in a drained, sleepy voice before she passed out in my arms. I smiled.

"You don't have to say anything," I answered. "Beside, who said this was over." 

Slowly I untangled myself from under her and stood to the side of her bed. She laid spread out on the bed, her bathrobe unfurled beneath her looking angelic and sexy as hell in just her panties and knee high socks. My cock was screaming for release, and I knew I could not contain myself for long, but I wanted to to this right. Working fast I slipped my shirt and sweats off, instantly feeling the cooler temperature of the room breeze against my standing nine inches. I flicked away my sneakers. Next, I climbed back on the bed, fully removed her bathrobe and began to tie her wrist to the scarfs on each side of the headboard. Twice my cock brushed against her cheeks and lips forcing me to clinch my abs to stop from cumming. Releasing a cleansing breath I moved to the foot of bed and tied her feet. Jesus the feel of her nylon stockings felt incredible as I tied them around her ankles. 

She groaned and I knew she'd be awake soon. 

Moving quickly I began to set up what I first saw when I sneaked into her room. Anne had her own digital video camera and tripod. Setting it up in a perfect three quarter angle view of the bed, I opened a fresh mini-DV tape cassette, popped it in and hit play/record. The red light want on. Slowly I began to stroke myself and moved over on top of her. Again her beauty made my heart leap in my chest. Lowering myself on top of her I felt my cock brush against the silk and rough feeling of her panties until my balls were pressed against the fabric and the shaft of my dick rest on the smooth skin of her left hip. I planted my hands on either side of her breast and lowered my lips closer to her. I drank in every line and curve of her face from her spiky eyebrows to her full burgundy lips and elfin chin. Softly I kissed her tenderly on her lips and found my cock chambering down to rub against her pussy through her soaked panties. 

She stirred.

I kissed her again, nibbling her bottom lip, succulently pulling at it before lowering to kiss and tongue the contours of her chin. 

She breathed lightly in a musical note. I kissed down her neck, feeling my heart pounding against my ribs. My forearms pressed the outer sides of her breast crushing them together into perfect busty hills as my lusty lips and tongue kissed lower with a husky moans. I lovingly licked up and down the deep cleavage of her breast, until I couldn't wait anymore. I looked up and smiled. Her eyes began to stir, and I knew the moment was right. Slowly with sucking kisses I slipped my lips over the curve of her right breast and closed over a single pert nipple. 

"Wha? ... " she mouthed, then screamed. I clamped my lips over her tit and sucked her nipple with all my might. Anne screamed as loud as she could and thrashed to get away but my binds had her tied tight to the bed." 

"NO! Please, stop! NOOOO --- NOOO -- OH! OOOH-- OH! OH!" 

I sucked her tit with wild abandon lashing my tongue over the harden nipple like a slave-owners whip, then I'd circle around the tender patch of her areola causing her to scream again and shudder then I jumped back to sucking again. She bucked under me, legs kicking and pulling to escape from their nylon restraints. 

"Scream!" I urged her. "Scream all you want!" God it was turning me on! "I'm going to fuck you all night!" 

And I knew I could. Her Philadelphia brownstone was in a quiet neighborhood. The home next to hers was empty with a rent sign in a window. The lights of her other neighbor's home had been off all day. Her hands balled into fist as her arms jerked against the scarfs securing her to the headboard. Her head lashed from side to side as her back arched off the bed jutting her breast into my waiting mouth. I lashed one arm under her back while my other squeezed and kneaded her massive left breast. Faster and faster my cock was grinding against her pussy through the translucent fabric of her panties sloshing her hip and sheets with loans of pre-cum. 

Lovingly I moved to kiss and suck her other breast while my free hand gagged her mouth. 

"OH God ... what are you doing to me?" she screamed between my fingers. 

"I'm raping you, Anne. I--I can't stop myself. You're so beautiful! You're all I think about!" 

I removed my hand from her mouth, pulled my other out from under her back and crushed her breast in my grip. I was going insane with lust as I kissed, nipped and sucked one breast, and than the other. Anne threw her head back and screamed again, arching her back fully into the air. I ripped myself away and began to kiss down the firm muscles of her belly, slipping my tongue into her navel. She half shrieked and giggled and instantly I knew she was ticklish there. My hands smoothed down her sides and slipped around the contours of her hips and squeezed her ass. 

"God you're perfect." I said, looking up and meeting her eyes. Her expression was a mixture adrenalin, terror and heady arousal. For a brief second she smile, and I smiled back. She was loving this as much as me. She was loving me raping her. 

I lovingly showered her panties with long soft kisses, dropping lower over her Venus mound until I could feel the heat and aroma of her moist pussy. I gave long lashing licks over her lips through her panties causing her to moan and gasp with short hitching breaths. I licked again, and again, savoring each delicious taste while my cock rubbed against her sheets and smashed its head into the underpart of her left knee. 

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and wrenched them down. She screamed again. 

"NO! Please, I beg you!" 

"Oh? Try and stop me, Anne. I've got you tied up and helpless. You're my prisoner and now ... I'm going to fuck your brains out!" 

I ripped her panties completely off exposing neatly trimmed dark brown hair above a clean shaven pussy. 

"NNNNOOOO! YOU -- YOU FUCKING NIGGER!" she shouted between clinched teeth. "You won't get away with this!" 

A savage wail escaped her as she jerked and heaved at her scarf ties with all her might while trying to push her thighs together. Her tits wiggled and bounce with each of her wild tugs. I gently kissed the smooth skin of her upper thighs and pried her knees apart. Christ she was strong, but not strong enough. I spread them wide and gazed upon my prize. Swollen and flushed I could see her juices dripping from her. I moved my lips closer and hovered above her opening and gently blew. She whimpered as her breast heaved with anticipation. 

Then I licked her.

A silent scream was frozen in her throat and I swallowed a mouthful of her juices -- once again I almost came! I licked her again, slower this time, savoring every second of her velvety pussy lips, as her ass lifted off the bed. Another long lick was followed by another and another and once more my cock rubbed against the white cotton sheets of her bed. Cupping each of her butt cheeks I pulled her into me and licked, this time inserting my tongue all the way into her wet vaginia and swirled. A sharp noted 'OH" escaped her and I could tell she loved every second of my actions. 

I swirled again. 

"Oh!"

and again. 

"OH!" 

Over and over, building her up again as my fingers squeezed her butt cheeks and played with her asshole. My cheeks and chin were drenched with her juices. Faster and faster I spun my tongue causing her to arch her entire body off the bed until I could tell she hit a plateau. I shifted quickly, knowing I was saving the best for last. I slide my tongue upwards and sucked on her clit. Instantly she cried in pleasure while my hands worked as one. The index finger of my right hand slammed deep into her pussy while my left hand reached up and grasped her right breast squeezing and flicking my thumb over her hard nipple. Her eyes went wide under her glasses at this suddenly change in tactics while I continued to build her without a pause. Her legs quivered uncontrollably, beating and slapping at my shoulders with her knees while I sucked with all my might on her clit. 

"YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD! ...." 

I was moaning in rhythm to her own, slamming my finger in deeper and deeper. She sucked in a breath, crushed me with her knees and screamed her loudest cry of the night.

"OH! OOHH! OOOOHH! ... THAT'S IT! ... THAT'S IT! ... THAAAAAAT'S ... " 

Her ass bashed into the bed as she came in multiple orgasms once again within the last ten minutes. I teased her with long licks of her clit causing her to jump and shudder in heart pounding gasp, until slowly she settle back into the support of her mattress. Her panting breaths filled the room.

"Now ... it's my turn," I announced with a cunning grin. She looked down at me and suddenly gasped as I stood and she saw the full magnificence of my nine inch cock. 

Once again she tired to fight against her restraints but in her spent and weakened state she had almost no strength left. 

"No -- please!" she pleaded, "You're -- you're TOO BIG!" 

"I know," I growled back and climbed over on top of her, kissing her ribs and the sides of her breast until I found her nipple again. She wiggled under me. 

"OH! stop!!! Please, don't, I-I don't want this, I don't want to get pregnant!" she implored. Her hazel eyes took my breath away. I smiled and squeezed her breast with both my hands as my lips nuzzled up her neck. 




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"I told you I was going to fuck you all night, but don't worry, I've had my tubes tied, Anne." 

"You -- you have?" there was genuine surprise in her voice giving me pause. 

"Yes. I would never do that to you," I added. 

"No, you'd just tie me up and rape me against my will, you fucking bastard!" she fired back with a mischievously smile. 

"Guilty as charged," I kissed her and she snapped her head away. I turned her face towards me with a single finger. 

"You really have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you?" 

And with that I removed my ski mask. Her eyes bulged wide as saucers. 

"Pro -- professor Alex!" she gasped. 

"Yes. Me!" 

Grasping her face I force kissed her again and she screamed again into my lips. 

"No! Fucking stop, you -- you ANIMAL! I-- I trusted you!" 

"I know, that's how I found where you live," I said. I forced my tongue deep into her mouth. One of my hands slipped to the back of her head holding her skull in place so she couldn't turn away. My other hand crushed her around the small of her back. My ass chambered high into the air. 

'NO -- mmmm," my kisses smothered her. "YOU- Mmmm ... FUCKING RAPIST! LET! ME -- Mmmmm NO!" 

I growled with a heady lust and slammed my cock balls deep into her waiting pussy and this time it was me who cried. GOD she was so FUCKING tight!. Her head threw back in both pain and pleasure. I pulled my cock out, kissed her lips, teased her with the my head cock then rammed back into her. 

"OH FUCK! Stop -- Please!" she screamed. 

I laughed with pleasure and slammed again, and again, harder each time with building zeal. She struggled against her restraints, twisting her body one way and another, but with my arms locked around her their was no escape. We kissed deeper as my fucking geared into a smoother rhythm, and I could feel her building again, but this time as I neared my own climax. My lips slipped from her mouth down to her quivering breast where I sucked her nipples and fucked her bucking body. 

"I've caught you, Anne. You're MINE!" I cried out. "MINE!"

"NO -- STOP!" 

I lashed my mouth onto the side of her neck and intensified my thrust. Her body grew taut. My cock was swelling, growing thicker in her cunt. Hotter.

"OH GOD!" she shouted. "Hold me! FUCK ME -- YES! -- YES! -- YESSSSSS!" 

We shouted as one as I came in a thunderous gout of cum, exploding deep inside her until both of us could feel it oozing out and onto my balls. Six times my body jerked with clutching spasms searing her with cum before I collapsed onto of her thoroughly exhausted. We kissed softly, whispering 'thank you' to each other over and over. She kissed my forehead as I settled to rest it on her breast. 

"Wait -- " she whispered. "Untie me ... please." 

Nodding I did as she asked, both hands and legs. She rubbed her wrist and looked at me lovingly. She cupped my face in her hands. 

"What took you so long," she asked with her mischievous smile. "All those hints I left in class about me being alone on weekends." 

"You -- you knew I was going to do this?" I asked half surprised. She kissed me softly. "From the moment I caught you staring at me in class, I've been dreaming of you fucking the hell out of me. I even saw you jump over the back fence outside from the window in the bathroom. Why do you think I was so wet when you caught me." 

"Damn girl!" I laughed. "And here I thought I would be going to prison after tonight." 

She looked at the video camera I had set up than back to me. Laying back she pulled me closer and placed my head on her breast. 

"No ... I knew you would never really hurt me. You're a professor, and I'm a student. This is forbidden. The only way you could have me would be ... " 

"By force," I finished. 

"Yes!" she hugged me tight. "I've been wanting you to take me for months!." 

"Holy shit, and I thought it was just me." 

She kissed my head again. 

"No, silly. But ... I still may call the police, unless ... " 

We spooned together and she wrapped my arm around her breast. 

"Unless you rape me again in the morning." her ass wiggled into my still throbbing cock. 

"Deal," I whispered back, and settled in for a long nights sleep.



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She swore again and checked her phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Still no more battery than the last time she had checked. Kicking the tyre of her stationery car she rummaged in her bag for her packet of cigarettes and lighter. Inhaling deeply she looked up and down the deserted road and cursed her mum and stepdad for moving her to such a god forsaken place. After falling in with the wrong crowd in her old school in London they had forcibly relocated her to the Dorset countryside.

Pulling her thin jacket tighter around herself she shivered and took another practiced drag from her cigarette. She stamped her feet in her heeled, leather, knee high boots trying to keep herself warm.  Checking her phone once again she growled in frustration at the lifeless screen. From the corner of her eye she spotted lights coming down the road towards her. Letting out a small yelp of excitement she leant across the passenger seat to flick her hazard lights on and quickly crushed the butt of her cigarette under her heel.

The unfamiliar car came slowly to a halt next to her and the window slowly lowered to reveal a young man, he looked to be in his early twenties, with red hair that looked almost golden in the soft glow from his interior light, freckles covered his nose and cheeks and his green eyes danced as he took in the young girl stood before him.

"Thank god you came along," she began in a breathy voice leaning into the car slightly. "My car broke down and I have no battery on my phone to get hold of anyone, do you think I could borrow yours to ring my parents?"

He smiled and she felt her stomach perform a slow flip, he was beautiful. 

"Course you can use my phone," rummaging in the pocket of a laptop case next to him he pulled the thin silver phone out and handed it to her. She smiled gratefully and turned to punch in the number, while she wasn't looking he took the opportunity survey the perfectly rounded ass in black jeans that seemed to be painted onto her, the heeled boots emphasised her shapely legs and just above her jeans he could see the beginnings of a tattoo before her thin, black, leather jacket cut it off. She turned back a look of despair on her young face.

"There's no signal." She looked so lost he smiled softly and got out of the car.

"If you want I can have a quick look, I was just on my way up to my cabin, it's not fair from here and there's a phone. You can ride there with me and then call your parents from there." He saw the doubtful look mar her soft features and quickly backtracked. "Or you can give me the car details and I can call a tow truck and have them pick you up from here if you would rather wait with your car?" She glanced doubtfully up and down the road before shaking her head.

"No, I'll come with you if it's not too much trouble?" He shook his head.

"No trouble at all."He waited as she locked her car and slid gracefully into the seat beside him, as she pulled she seatbelt across her his eyes were drawn to her large, firm breasts pressing against the fabric of her too small strappy top and the sparkling gem in her bellybutton. Shaking himself he restarted his car and continued his drive with his new passenger.

"You know you're lucky I came along. Not many people use this road at the best of times, especially not this late. What were you doing out here?"

"I'm new to the area and just wanted to explore you know, I got lost a few hours ago then my car died. I've been waiting there for almost two hours now." 

For a minute she said nothing then shifted in her seat to speak to him again. "I'm sorry, I don't know your name."

"Alejandro."

"Spanish yeah?"

"Yeah, how do you know?"

"My mamma's part spanish, I'm Annabella, but Belle, Bella or Bells is fine."

"That's pretty."

"Cheers, my mamma's part Italian, she didn't want me to have a traditional Italian name but thought that sounded close enough."

He laughed softly. "Can't argue with that." 

No more was said until he slowed to a halt outside a wooden cabin straight out of a western movie, a pile of logs was stood outside the door and as they went in he grabbed an armful. Walking through the door she smiled at the simplicity of the cabin. A worn leather sofa stood in the middle of the room in front of a large fireplace, two equally worn leather armchairs stood either side of the sofa, behind them was the kitchen area and a corridor that led off to what she assumed was the bedroom.

"This is real cute."

"Yeah it's not too bad, it's quiet, easy for me to get my work done." He moved through to the kitchen while she perched on one of the armchairs and watched him. He picked up the phone and dialled quickly. She heard him speaking and went back to staring round the interior of the cabin.

"Ok that's great," he hung up the phone and came back to where she was sat. "He said he'll be here in about twenty minutes."

"Thank you so much for doing that."

"Don't mention it," he picked up some of the logs from the pile he had brought in and headed through to the back rooms. "I'll be back in a second." She nodded and moved to the window. Much as she missed London watching the stars was something she could get used to. She didn't know how long he had been gone but she jumped when his hands appeared either side of her own on the windowsill and his hard body pressed against hers. She shuddered at the sudden contact and pushed back against him, grinding her ass against the hard ridge in his jeans without thinking.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" She nodded unable to talk as he slowly humped against her. Trailing one hand up her arm he knotted his fingers in her short hair and pulled her head back to gently licked her neck. His other hand moved across her stomach and down to the heated apex of her thighs, she sucked in a breath and rubbed against his hand her pussy already wet as she tried to prolong the contact. He slid his hand between skin and denim and over her soaked panties until he held her in one large hand. With a skilled finger he found her clit easily and stroked making another shiver run the length of her body. The whole time her gorgeous ass had not stopped it's grinding motion against his groin and he could feel his cock getting harder by the second as it almost seemed to try and get free from the denim and cotton encasing it.

He moved the soaked lace of her knickers away from her dripping pussy and with his thumb began a circling motion over the nub of flesh. She moaned and her hips worked even harder as her breathing became panting, he slid one finger inside her and a shriek escaped her throat. She fucked his hand lost to everything but reaching the orgasm she craved, he smiled and added another finger as the sexy young girl fucked herself on his hand her ass still pressed tightly against his erection creating a wonderful friction.

A knock on the door made her freeze and her eyes fly open, she tried to move away from him but the movement only made the fingers still inside her harder to resist and she humped down again for a another second before forcibly removing his hand and stepping away panting. Looking straight into her eyes he licked his fingers clean of her juices and went to answer the door.

She waited just behind him until the mechanic finished explaining that the car was fixed, a busted fan belt that would cost less than a tenner to replace and had already been taken care of, her car was then unhooked from the back of the truck and Alejandro watched as the young girl drove away. Still smiling he went back through to the bedroom, freed his cock from his jeans and stroked it thinking of her taste and rounded ass coming in less than a minute.

*

Monday morning saw him sat back at his desk, loud conversations and childish laughing made he look up and kick the leg of his desk violently.

"Settle down kids. It's just another Monday and we need to start class."

"Ahh, do we have to sir?" Lucy spoke up from the front row, she leant forward attempting to show as much of her cleavage to him as possible her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as she licked her lips sensually.

"Funnily enough yes we do, now if you could all..." The sound of the door opening made him look up impatiently yet again. A young girl walked in, she had short bright red hair, caramel skin, a perfect button nose, full pouting lips, she wore a White shirt, black a line skirt, black knee high socks, ankle high, heeled black boots, a black tie and had dark expressive eyes that were now wide with horror.

"Good morning, my name is Mr Garcia. You must be the new student."

"Yeah, I'm Annabella, but Belle, Bella or Bells is fine."



Forbidden



Two curious college boys, Josh and Scot, explore a gay sex club during a night of partying and get much more than they bargained for.

It was after midnight when Josh and Scot came across the entrance to Forbidden at the outer edge of the Garden District in New Orleans. They had been drinking and enjoying the Mardi Gras parade for several hours at that point. The boys had finally built up enough courage to check out the notorious gay sex club that they had found out about on the internet. The door man checked their ID's carefully and took their money before sending them into the club whose color scheme was all red and black. Josh and Scot stayed close together as they made their way across the dance floor and to the back room area. They stopped at the the black door that led to the back area of the huge club. Josh and Scot hesitated at the door marked Serpent's Lair. Finally, Scot took the initiative and pushed the door open. 

The doorman called upstairs to the clubs owner, Louis Cypher. He told th edom about the two young men who had just entered the club. Louis turned to his monitors and checked out the newcomers. He liked what he saw and told the doorman to have the young men intercepted and brought to him. 

The doorman alerted two of the club's bouncers and they entered the back room to retrieve Josh and Scot. They found the two young men were watching a scene where a Master was using a horse whip on his slave who was tied to a St. Andrew's Cross. 

Josh and Scot were intimidated by the two huge bouncers who looked like they could snap them like twigs. They were a little scared and kept exchanging panicked looks as they were taken upstairs to meet the owner of Forbidden. 

Louis looked at himself in the mirror. The contacts he wore made his eyes all black in his tanned handsome face. He was wearing his favorite leather pants, harness and boots. His well muscled body was displayed to good advantage. Louis smiled at his image as he thought about what he had in-store for the unsuspecting college boys. They had come here for a new experience and he was going to give it to them. Louis heard one of his bouncers call to him and gave them permission to enter his private domain. 

Josh was trembling as he was pushed through the door of the owners inner sanctum. He wasn't sure what was going on and he was frightened. His eyes locked onto the tall muscular man all in leather the moment they walked into the room. Josh felt fear building in his stomach as he took in the man's black eyes. He wanted to look to his best friend for reassurance, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the man in leather. 

Scot almost stopped walking when he saw the leather daddy standing in the center of the room they were entering. The man was tall, muscular and had coal black eyes that creeped Scot out completely. He reached for Josh to reassure him knowing that his more timid friend would be scared. He gently squeezed Josh's trembling arm, but his friend didn't even look at him. Josh was too scared to look away from the intense man in the center of the room. 

The bouncers put restraining hands on Josh and Scot's shoulders stopping them a couple of feet inside the door. Louis walked forward and looked the young men over. The slighter built one was blond haired and blue eyed. He was trembling and staring at Louis with abject fear in his eyes. The larger boy had dark brown hair and clear grey eyes. He was trying to comfort his frightened friend. Louis smiled. He was really going to enjoy this. 

"Good evening, Boys. I'm the owner of Forbidden. You will address me as Master. You came here looking for a sexual adventure. Something unique and possibly out of your comfort zone. I'm going to give it to you." Louis stated in his deep resonant voice that had Josh and Scot's attention riveted to him. 

The burly bouncers pressed down on Josh and Scot's shoulders until they were forced to their knees. Josh instinctively bowed his head but Scot looked up at the black eyed man before them. 

"We don't want this. We're going to leave now and go back to our hotel." Scot stated as he tried to get back on his feet but the bouncer kept him from moving. 

Louis didn't acknowledge Scot. He moved over in front of Josh and petted the boy's wavy blond hair. He could feel the slim boy tremble under his hand and growled a little in response. The blond was exciting him and he couldn't wait to get inside him, but first things first. Louis moved his attention to Scot who was looking up at him defiantly. 

"You can't keep us here. We're leaving!" Scot declared and began to struggle again. 

Louis reached down, grabbed Scot's chin in his hand and tilted his head up. Louis's black eyes looked into Scot's grey ones. "You and your friend will leave when I allow you to and not a moment sooner. In this club, I am the Master. Nothing happens without my consent. Now boy, you're going to take my cock out and give me your best blow job. Banish any thoughts of inflicting damage on me. Anything you do to me, I will do to your sweet blond friend here. Do you understand, boy?" 

"Yes." Scot said as he squeezed Josh's hand gently before releasing it so he could use both hands on Louis. 

"Yes, what?" Louis hissed at him in an angry tone.

"Yes, Master." Scot said trying to keep his voice steady. He couldn't have Josh getting punished for what he did. 

Louis smiled at the boy pleased that he had judged the situation perfectly. Scot would do whatever the man wanted to keep Josh safe. Course Scot had no idea what Louis had in store for them. 

Scot undid the button and unzipped Louis's leather pants. He reached in and pulled out the muscular man's long thick rod. Scot opened his mouth wide and began to take the huge mushroom shaped head into this mouth. Louis grabbed the sides of Scot's head roughly and began to thrust deeply into his mouth. Scot gagged as Louis slammed his cock into the back of his throat. He forced his throat to relax and began to suck the tall man's prick in earnest. Louis looked down and smiled. The boy had a talented mouth doing some sort of suck, hum, tongue flick movement that felt amazing. Louis twisted his fingers into Scot's dark hair and forcefully fucked his face. The boy was doing an excellent job deep throating him. No doubt about it. 

Josh was watching this with huge eyes. His heart was trip hammering in his chest, his breath was ragged and his palms were sweating. He felt like he might explode from the new feelings and sensations that were washing over him. He was terrified and totally turned on at the same time. He was afraid of what the Master would do to him, but found he wanted it too. 

Scot's hot wet mouth was relentlessly working on the Master's rigid tool. He was hoping to make the muscular man blow his load so he might lose interest in Josh. Louis was lost to the sensations that Scot's excellent hummer was giving him. He was getting close to the point of no return. Abruptly, Louis pulled his dick out of Scot's sucking mouth and backed away. Scot made a frustrated sound, but didn't say anything. 

The Master's black eyes met those of the bouncer and he looked toward the padded bench to his right. The bouncer pulled Josh off his knees, quickly removed his clothes and guided him to the bench. Josh went willingly and let himself be strapped onto the bench on his hands and knees with his ass facing Louis and Scot. 

Scot started to panic. He was scared for Josh. He didn't want this man to hurt his friend. "Take me. Leave Josh alone. It was my idea to come here. I'll do whatever you want." His voice was rough from the punishment his throat had just taken. His eyes were pleading with the tall muscular man. 

Louis ignored the young man's pleas as he walked up behind Josh and admired the view of his slim body on display. Louis began to run his hands over the boy's pale smooth flesh. His skin was soft and nearly hairless which pleased the tall man. He liked the way the young man trembled under his touch. Normally, Louis would have just spit on his hand and taken the boy, but he wanted to make this good for the slim blond. He pulled over a rolling tray and got a tube of lube and a dildo. Louis lubed up the blond's pucker and the toy. He began to press the large dildo past the anal ring and deep inside the blond. 

Josh was unsure what would happen to him. He had expected the black eyed man to just take him roughly, but he was actually prepping him. Josh was grateful for the prep cause the man's dick was huge. Josh had never had anyone near that big and he was worried about his ass getting torn up. The dildo was actually feeling good now as the muscular man stimulated his prostate. Josh found that he wanted the dominant male to take him. He wanted to feel that huge shaft filling him. 

Scot was struggling to get away from the huge bouncer but he couldn't move. The man was just too big and powerful. He watched helplessly as the sinister black eyed man prepped Josh to fuck him. Scot started to do something he hadn't done in years, pray. He prayed that the man wouldn't hurt his best friend and that they would both make it out of here alive. 

Louis pulled the dildo out of Josh's loosened ass and watched as his pink pucker closed a little and twitched. His cock twitched in response and Louis found that he was hard as rock. He wanted this boy more than he had wanted anyone in years. He ran his hands over the boys smooth pale skin again reveling in the feel of it under his rough fingers. He leaned up over the boy so that his cockhead was pressing against the boy's entrance. 

"You are beautiful." Louis whispered to the boy, then he stepped back, spread the blond's ass cheeks and shoved his cockhead hard against Josh's anal ring demanding entrance. 

Josh gasped at the sharp pain and concentrated on relaxing his ass to let the tall man in. It only took a few minutes for the pain to burn away and pleasure to take its place. Josh was being stretched and filled by the huge cock pressing steadily deeper inside his trembling body. 

When Louis was all the way in with his pubes up against the boys pale ass, he stopped for a moment. He kneaded the firm globes of the blond's ass then gave him a sharp smack. The boy's body pulled against the restraints and he cried out. 

Scot's eyes were huge as he watched the black eyed man taking his friend. He couldn't believe that monster cock had fit inside Josh's small tight ass. His friend wasn't screaming in agony so Scot hoped that meant he was okay. 

Louis began to pull out and thrust back in with short strokes getting the boy used to his thick rod impaling him. He would give him a sharp spank on his pale ass every few minutes. Louis soon lengthened his strokes and sped up. The blond was making small mewling sounds now and starting to meet his thrusts. Louis decided he wanted to see the boy's face as he fucked him. He pulled out and told the bouncer to move the blond to his desk. 

The bouncer undid the restraints and picked Josh up like he weighed nothing. He laid the boy on his back on the large wooden desk and pressed his knees up to his chest. Josh held his legs up and apart and Louis stepped between them. He had slicked on a little more lube and easily thrust deep inside the boy's clutching hot ass. Christ this was good. The best piece of ass he'd ever had. Louis had wanted to take his time, but looking at the gorgeous boy beneath him, hearing the sensual sounds he was making and feeling the incredible tight heat of his ass was too much. The black eyed man began to piston his hips and ran his cock into the boy hard and deep. He wanted the boy to be able to feel him for the next week. Finally, Louis couldn't hold back any longer. He buried himself to the hilt and roared like a beast as he emptied his balls inside the blond's hot ass. Josh came too shooting creamy white ropes of sperm up his chest to his chin. It was the most he had ever come in his life. 

Louis had the boys cleaned up then released. He had a feeling he would see the blond again. That thought made him smile. 

Scot and Josh returned to college and finished the semester. Their friendship had become strained by the experience in New Orleans and they weren't talking much anymore. The next semester began and Josh wasn't there. Scot called, texted and emailed trying to find out what was going on. He received an email with a photo in return. Scot gasped as he looked at Josh wearing a leather collar and sitting naked at the feet of the black eyed man in New Orleans. The black eyed man had a smug look on his face. Josh had an expression of utter contentment. Scot closed the photo, lowered his head and cried out his anguish.



Forbidden



Tears fall freely from my face as I arrange the documents in front of me. Months of credit card transactions, text messages and emails line the coffee table in neat little piles in their smug little way. My stomach twists with the realization of my husband's infidelity, but I can't bring myself to confront him. Two days of heartbreak have left me drained and empty. Of course, he had been home last night, but he had noticed nothing . . . no tears dried on my face, no hollow expression . . . nothing.

Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised. He had stopped being intimate over three months ago, although I had documents that proved his affair had begun long before then. Her name was Portia Gonzales, and she worked with him in the firm. Classy, Greg. Classy.

Of course, I should be angry. However, I can't feel anything past this numbness that has settled. It's like a disease, plaguing my every waking moment with thoughts of them kissing . . . fucking. That thought causes more tears, and I fall back into the couch in despair and self-pity.

At that precise, painful moment, my cell phone decides to ring. I glance at the screen and am surprised to see that Gabe's name has come up. What could Greg's father possibly need?

Trying to keep the tears from my voice, I bring the phone to my ear and answer it.

"Hello?" I ask politely. My voice cracks all over the place.

"Delylah? What's wrong?" Gabe asks, and his genuinity kills me. That's him though, always caring for anybody else before himself. 

"Nothing, Gabe." I let out a laugh, but it's as fake as the smile my husband gives me. I hear him let out a soft sigh on the other end of the line.

"What has he done?" he asks, his voice becoming dark and dangerous. It causes a flicker of a smile to cross my face at his display of protection towards me. Through my 5 year marriage to his son, I had become extremely close with Gabe. He was kind and gentle, a complete opposite from his son who is arrogant and a dickhole. 

"It's really nothing. I don't . . ." my words fade off as I try to keep myself from breaking into a million, tender pieces. My sobs become uncontrollable, and I feel myself shattering. 

"I'll be there soon, Del." He promises gently, and he's off the phone. 

How can someone so kind father someone who is so cruel? The thought puzzles me, and I recall the first time I had met Gabe. Unlike his son, Gabe was reserved and tender. He enjoyed tinkering with cars in his spare time but was a handyman by trade. His extensive knowledge of pipes, wood and wires fascinated me, and his painstaking patience was something I envied. 

Of course, the man was extremely handsome as well. High cheekbones that melted perfectly with his proportionate nose. His neat, graying beard was short and professional. Glasses framed intelligent blue eyes that were always twinkling. Easily, he stood a foot over myself. And the kindness, the tenderness . . . his concern for others was overwhelming. 

Feeling sick with myself, I push thoughts of Gabe from my mind. He's Greg's father before anything else. The idea that the man was causing me warm, tender feelings was unacceptable. Sniffing, I look away from the documents and turn my gaze to the blank television. 

At that moment, I hear a knock at the door, who can only be Gabe. I stand and make the short voyage, taking my time before twisting the handle and pulling it aside. And there he is, casual jeans, a well-fitting tee and a hat that caused his graying hair to curl outwards. In spite of the turmoil I felt inside, the sight of him causes my face to split into a genuine smile. 

"Tell me what happened," he says gently, and I move to let him inside. Quickly, I shut the door behind him and shake my head.

"He's cheating, Gabe. Greg . . ." I shake my head again, pointing to the incriminating coffee table and letting fresh sobs wash over me. 

"You didn't deserve this," Gabe growls ten minutes later, finishing reading a few of the documents that brought my husband's infidelity to light. "This . . . I never raised him to . . ." Gabe presses his lips together, turning his blue eyes to mine. 

"This isn't your fault," I tell him, but he shakes his head at me. Carefully, he shuffles nearer to me on the loveseat. 

"It's not yours either, Delylah. The thought of him hurting you . . ." he stops himself, his cheeks taking a pink hint to them. 

"Let's not talk about him right now," I whisper, and Gabe gives me his infamous crooked grin. However his eyes are different with this one; full of pain and sorrow. 

"It's pretty cold outside," he says softly, and I nod my agreement.

"Isn't it supposed to snow?" I sniff.

"Sometime tomorrow, I believe," he answers. It surprised me how normal our conversation sounds, what pain it masks. "Del, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know," I say, taking in his expression. He reaches out and gently traces circles in my cheek. It's warm and pleasant . . . comforting. Of course, he's always been this way. Concerned for others, gentle. Handsome. Nooo, I moan to myself, pushing those thoughts away.

"I can give you some money," he offers quietly, but I immediately shake my head.

"I can't accept that sort of charity," I mutter, looking away from his gaze. 

"Not charity, Del. It is merely a way for you to get on your feet, whatever your decision may be." He pushes gently.

"I said no," I snap, regret instantly forming when I realize my quip. "I'm sorry, Gabriel." 

"No need for apologies, Delylah," he says. Cautiously, he reaches out and wraps his left arm around my shoulders. Instantly, I press myself to his chest. He smells of wood and his sweet cologne. I feel the effects of years of hard manual labor beneath his shirt and I wholly relax against him. Carefully, he manuevers his right arm and drapes it across my legs. 

"You've always been painfully kind," I murmur and I feel him chuckle sadly against me.

"It's never been difficult where you're concerned," Gabe says softly, tracing a small circle in my knee. The small gesture stirs something inside me, and I realize my growing sense of arousal. I squeeze my legs together, trying to ignore the sensation. 

"Why is that?" I ask quietly, and I turn my face slightly and gently blew my breath against his neck. Momentarily, he stiffens and I brace myself for the rejection and anger. However, he only cautiously presses his lips to my forehead. 

"We've always been close," he reminds me, resting his chin on top of my head. With a small smile, I cuddle closer and he responds by squeezing tighter. From here, I can feel the steady thump of his heart.

"Why are we so close, Gabe? It goes beyond our commonalities, right? Am I wrong?" I ask, my voice cracking more as the words pour out. 

"You're not wrong," he answers after a minute. His tone is ever-cautious, but I hear his heart beat faster. He raises his head and lets out a small, nervous sigh.

"What is it?" I ask softly, turning my face to his. He looks down at me while his right hand steadily travels up my leg . . . toward my steady-developing wetness. His fingers pause for a moment at the waistband of my yoga pants. I take in a deep breath and straighten my legs. Beneath me, Gabe leans against the arm of the couch, bringing me with him easily. Gracefully, he raises his left leg so it's beside me and his right foot rests on the floor. From my position, I'm still in a mostly-sitting posture, leaning against Gabe's strong chest for support. I bury my nose into his neck, letting out a small puff of warm air. 

"I see the way you look at me," he breathes into my ear before shoving his large hand down my panties, his expert fingers rubbing my small, wet mound. I gasp in surprise before his lips seek out my own. "Surely, you've seen how I look at you?"

"Gabe . . . this . . . mmmm . . ." I buck against his hand, feeling myself slowly lose control. His lips stay on mine, kissing me so tenderly it hurts. His compassion burns through me, and I cry out as he shoves two fingers inside my depths. 

"Mmm, so wet, Delylah. You are an exquisite woman," he nibbles my lower lip with his experienced teeth. His thumb knowingly rubs my mound, and he puts his other hand up my shirt. Quickly, he seeks out my breast and squeezes the nipple. I gasp as he continues his assult with his fingers. 

"Shit, Gabe, I'm close . . ." I push myself into his chest as he squeezes my breast. Lustfully, I buck against his hand and his tongue enters my mouth. His kiss seems to ensnare my senses and I cry out as I climax around his fingers. 

For a few minutes, I catch my breath against his mouth. Our kiss lasts both forever and no time at all. He's tender and giving, every move seemingly to be considered before being acted out. Then, he removes his fingers from my wetness and his hand from my breast. He holds my face close to his, and I can smell myself on his fingers. 

When he pulls away, my hands go for the zipper of his jeans, but he stops me with that strong, tender grip. I look at him, but he merely shakes his handsome head.

"This was for you," he explains, pulling me back to his chest. 

"Let me pleasure you," I murmur. Despite the obvious strain in his pants, he just shakes his head again. 

"You already have, Del." He murmurs. "Happy Valentine's Day."



Forbidden



New Orleans 1812

Chapter One

Jacques Du Bourg awoke from his restless sleep and shifted uncomfortably in the large four-post bed. Immediately, his thoughts drifted to his beloved Celeste. He never slept soundly when she was not by his side. He was hopelessly in love with the beautiful slave woman who captured his heart. 

Unfortunately, their love was forbidden. Claude, Jacques' father forbade the relationship to continue, although in vain. His father demanded that Jacques follow in his footsteps, go off to war, taking over his sugar plantation, and eventually marrying, to a Caucasian woman, nonetheless. 

With a lazy groan, he rose and sat on the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the cool, wooden floor. He imagined life without Celeste as he starred into the abyss of the pitch black room. His life would be just that. Pitch black, nothing else would matter. He shuddered at the thought. Closing his eyes, he briefly recalled the heated conversation between he and his father. 

* * * *

"It is not permissible Jacques. I forbid you to carry on with Celeste as you do. What will others think? I suggest you end it, now!"

"Father, I mean you no disrespect. I will not end my relationship with Celeste. I love her."

"You know not what you say son." Claude placed a hand on his son's shoulder, sympathizing with he lad. Jacques was stubborn, a trait inherited from his mother, Alexandrine who passed a year ago. 

"Simply use her Jacques to ease your sexual desires until you find a woman you are meant to be with. Even then, you can still continue to sate your lust with Celeste." Claude's words were cold and harsh. 

"No father. Celeste means much more than a simple night's passion."

"That is my worry boy. Most masters visit their slave women in the night, in slave's quarters. But you—You must go to the extreme, bringing her into your bed, and our home! Surely the other slaves speak of your trysts with her. Not to mention the fact, she is five years your senior. Not a good mix, I assure you. This will end in nothing but tragedy!"

"Father, twenty-seven is not beyond my reach. She is a beautiful woman. Why do you not give her a chance? Why can you not see, I love her?"

Jacques saw the tortured, concerned look within his father's eyes. "My, son. Such a young, foolish boy you are. Claude cupped his son's face between his large hands. Look around you. This is America. Would you proudly parade around with her attached to your arm in the streets of New Orleans?" Jacques hung his head, knowing he and Celeste would never be accepted, not in this land. In France, they'd have a chance, most likely there would be very few couples like them. Looks would follow them everywhere, but marriage would be legal.

"If you care for her as you claim to, you will not carry this any further. There are some who would not hesitate to kill her on sight if you flaunted your feelings for her in the public eye." 

"Then, I shall return to our homeland with her. America is cruel compared to our beloved France. You know that father." Claude stroked his gray beard, admiring his son's persistence. 

"I fear for you. I truly do. Many do not tolerate the mixing of the races. I, myself would never go as far as the other slave-owners. I treat my slave well. I don't believe in the brutality many owners subject their slaves to. I can assure you, harm may come to you both Jacques."

"Such stupidity. Why is it perfectly well for a married man to bed a slave woman? Why sneak off into the night, to slave quarters to satisfy lustful yearnings? I find it cowardly! Why should a man, such as myself hide his feelings towards the woman he loves?"

"How dare you talk to me in such a manner? Are you insinuating that I'm a coward? I was once in such a predicament as yourself, a year after your mother and I settled this land!"

"I know father, mother often told me how it pained her, knowing you ventured off to the slave quarters in the night. How can that be right?"

"I was young then, my son. I loved your mother, but could not resist the temptation of beautiful dark skin. What was I to do, dismiss Alexandrine? She was my wife."

"Did you love the slave girl you were with?" Jacques peered deep into his father's eyes, forcing Claude to shift his weight on his other foot. Eventually, the man turned, slowly walking towards the window.

"I loved Adelaide," Claude hung his head in shame. I could not help myself, I loved both women. Adelaide often accompanied me to the market, keeping her distance behind me. Pretty soon, our relationship was discovered. Somehow, she was lynched."

"Why have you waited until now to share this with me?" Couldn't you have protected Adelaide?"

"Someone, perhaps another slave murdered her in the night. Do you wish the same fate to befall you and Celeste?"

"You mean to tell me, you never knew who murdered her?"

"Alas my son, no. I was devastated. Since then, never have I fallen into the arms of another slave woman. It is forbidden and unnecessary. The heartache it brought about could have been avoided."

"Things will be different for Celeste and I." 

"I see there is no use in speaking of this matter further. You have been warned Jacques. I leave it up to you." Claude turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving Jacques to his thoughts.

* * * *

Jacques slowly rose to his feet, stretching taut muscles. It was well past the time for him to meet Celeste at the slave quarters. He would then accompany his lady to his house, and eventually, his bed. His cock stiffened as he imagined taking his time and unwrapping her like a long awaited present. The need to feel his skin against hers was overwhelming. . 

Wasting no time, Jacques strolled out his room and down the small corridor and out the back door of the house. The blasted floor boards creaked with his weight, making him cringe. God knows, he didn't need to hear father's arguments tonight, however, he didn't want an ear pressed against his door, either. Once outside, warm summer air greeted him and his heart raced in anticipation of seeing Celeste again.

Ahead in the distance, she stood. A smile slowly crossed her face and her eyes lit up. Jacques heart thudded wildly against his chest as he came closer to his beloved. 

"Jacques!" Celeste flung herself against his hardened chest. He towered over the petite slave girl by inches. Her head rested comfortably against the center of his chest. Her small arms entwined around his waist, sending electrifying currents throughout his body. He could never love another, he thought. 

Slowly, he bent down, tasting her full lips. A moan escaped his lips as he inhaled her natural body scent. Their tongues dueled in a sacred dance, fueling the fire for what was to come.

He picked her up in his arms, and headed towards the manor until Celeste protested. 

"Take me in the field." Celeste enjoyed making love outdoors. They had on many occasion made love next to the river, or in the woods, hidden from the view of others.

"No." Jacques voice was firm, and husky. "I wish to have you in my bed tonight my love." He grew impatient with each exciting moment. The warmth of his bed called to him. Celeste pouted, in hopes to change the man's mind, but he stood firm. 

"What makes you think you can coerce me into giving in to you?" Jacques planted a kiss on the luscious lips that would soon offer him pleasure in the most erotic of ways. She melted him on the inside, using her power of persuasion, but his will was strong, he refused to allow her to sway him. Of course, she was just toying with him. If she really was hell bent on bending his will, she would, he was certain. 

"Oh Jacques." She nuzzled her head against his chest, and his pulse soared at the crackling energies their bodies summoned when locked in a tight embrace. 

"My sweetest Celeste, I wish to awaken in a warm bed to you in la petit matin, The early morning." Jacques quickened his pace as his engorged cock sought freedom from his trousers. Freedom, planted firmly within Celeste's core. 

Arriving to his room, and once inside, Jacques gently sat Celeste on the side of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he slowly hoisted her skirts up, reveling in the smoothness of her skin. Her legs were strong and well defined, from all the years of working in her former masters' fields. She became a house servant once Claude purchased her from another slave trader. 

Slowly, Jacques ran his hands lovingly up Celeste's thighs, eliciting soft moans from her lips. He loved it when she repeatedly called his name as her arousal heightened. Her musky feminine scent accosted his nostrils and he groaned. Further, his hands journeyed to the spot he so craved of his beloved. 

"Du matin au soir From morning till night, I need you in my arms." Jacques breathed against Celeste's silken thigh, claiming her fragrant arousal with his tongue. To his delight, she arched her back, threading her delicate hands through dark sandy blond hair. 

"Ah, you are so sweet, Celeste." Without further ado, Jacques' hands disappeared beneath the firm, plump rear of his love, pulling her wet mound against his face. His tongue parted Celeste's wet folds and her moans increased. He groaned as swift strokes of his tongue caused her body to shiver with desire. 

Brazingly, Celeste parted her legs further, enjoying he exquisite pleasure Jacques succumbed her to. He loved it! His Celeste was an insatiable one, and not afraid to explore further regions of pleasure. That in combination with her warm, loving nature, Jacques knew long ago he had found his love interest. 

"Oh, my Dear God, Take me now Jacques!" She placed a loving hand on his cheek, forcing him away from her pussy. His heart lurched at the pleading brown eyes. A smile unfolded upon his face as he slowly rose, untying the laces of his trousers. Celeste was in the process of shedding her clothing when Jacques assisted her. Anticipation danced inside him as he waited to see the luscious curves of her petite frame. 

Gently, he pushed Celeste back onto the cool bedcovers, his body covering hers. They groaned in unison at the exquisite touch of one another's hot naked flesh. Jacques ground his hard cock against the wetness of her soft flesh, all while gathering firm round breasts within his hands. 

* * * *

She lovingly stroked Jacques' hair as she watched him guide her chocolate nipple into his mouth. Her lips parted with pleasure as she watched his tongue stroke the hardened tip. Gently, he grasped it between his teeth, tugging at it ever so lightly. Affectionately, he offered the same treatment to the other breast. 

"Ah, never stop!" She thrust her hips against his rock hard cock while his strong hands lovingly caressed her full, luscious breasts. Her breath abandoned her as he shifted his weight to the side of her body, allowing a hand to lower between her thighs. Lightly stroking the fleshy bud, he intensified her pleasure ten fold. Slowly, his finger slipped inside her. As she moaned, Jacques brought his mouth down, hard upon hers. They kissed, as if they would never see one another again. Deep and passionate, a fire that was ignited long ago burned, threatening to reach the surface. 

She watched as her lover eased his finger out of her swollen folds and slipped it into his mouth. Passionately, he suckled his juice laden finger, bringing new heights to her pleasure. 

"Now Jacques!" Celeste breathlessly pleaded him to take that last step that would once again join them as one. She wanted to mold with him, escaping to the highest regions of their passion. She yearned for the experience of not knowing where he began and she ended, for their love was infinite. 

* * * *

Jacques rose above her, gently settling between her thighs. His cock seized he opportunity to politely slip inside Celeste, bringing forth tortured moans from both parties. 

Chapter Two

She awoke abruptly, as though someone frightened her out of her dream. The dream was still fresh in her memory. She loathed her dreams, and regretted her gift of premonition. 

Her body ached, but in a way that left her craving Jacques' attention. She rose on her elbows, staring off into the dimly lit room. It was possible he was attending to some business with Claude. Such a liar she was to herself. No, they must be arguing again, about her sleeping in the house, instead of the slave quarters. His father often plotted, seeking ways to drive a wedge between them. 

Sighing, she turned on her side, lying in a fetal position. The dreams were growing much stronger, and she feared for her safety, as well as Jacques'. 

Fear clung heavily to her fragile eggshell mind, as she tried her best to interpret the impeding force coming their way. 

The power of clairvoyance allowed her to dwelve into the past, and forsee the future. At the age of thirty, her power of premonition escalated. Sometimes she loved her gift, other times she thought it to be dreaded curse, thrust upon her by the cruelty of the Universe, and the one who sought her demise. Yes, it was no mystery to her. Someone, or something sought to claim her, and destroy Jacques in the process. 

In these nightmares, she often saw dreadful images of tortured slaves, crying out for their souls to the one who devoured their pain without remorse. 

Restless, and annoyed, Celeste turned on her side, in an effort to ease her wandering mind. She wanted sleep, but would gratefully pass on the dreams. She knew soon, her life would be turned upside down. Fear and hatred would wreak havoc over the plantation, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. 

"Jacques, where are you?" Celeste shivered as loneliness claimed her, making her yearn for the warm embrace of the one who would lay down his life for her without a doubt. 

As she lay, awaiting her first and only love, Celeste contemplated existing in a world where slaves were not slaves, but equals to their white counterparts. She often pondered if things would ever change. 

Failing to confess her reservations to Jacques, out of fear of hurting his feelings, there had been moments she thought it best for them to go their separate ways. After all, that would mean him granting her freedom. 

"Celeste." The door to the bedroom opened and closed. Her pulse quickened, and her heart fluttered. His manly scent filled her nostrils, peaking her libido. 

"Where have you been?" she raised up on her elbows, and smiled as Jacques sat the lantern down on the Mahogany stand, next to the bed. 

"I've been talking with father." Jacques sounded agitated as he slipped beneath the bedcovers, scooping her up in his strong arms. "He's impossible." Her lover planted a firm, loving kiss on her lips.

"Jacques, do not lie to me," Celeste murmured in a low voice. "You were arguing, over me." Disappointment claimed her.

"I told you, not to worry. We are behind closed doors, and what goes on in my bedroom, is my business? Is that anyway on clear?" Jacques slipped a finger beneath her chin.

"Yes Jacques."

Sighing in relief, a smile curved the edge of her lips as she nuzzled against her lover's chest. She'd live a good life, better than many slaves, existing outside the DuBourg plantation. Claude wasn't a prejudiced man, and treated his slaves better than any other master in the vicinity. 

Tears brimmed in her eyes. Unfortunately, Claude frowned upon the coupling, insisting it would bring turmoil to the entire household. Unfortunately, she knew, that was true. Like a waterfall, her tears fell at the thought of her walking behind Jacques in public, instead of beside him, or on his arm, like a regular couple. Like a white couple. 

Was she wrong to desire these things with Jacques? If she gave into her desires, her visions of being a normal couple, they both would be killed on site, for sure. Of course, she'd be lynched, and Jacques, well, his safety would be jeopardized as well, but she'd suffer the brunt of things. 

Many times she thought she should settle, and find another slave who would possibly love her for the rest of her life. But, who the hell was she kidding. She had no eyes for another. 

She sighed. How many times did she have to endure white women, potential wives, throwing themselves at Jacques, before her very eyes. She'd bitten her lip, until it bled, many times, fighting hard to cover her feelings up. 

Conveniently, she placed her arm beneath her face, so her white cotton nightgown captured her falling tears. Jacques planted a kiss on top of her tightly coiled hair.

"What is wrong, Celeste?" She squeezed her eyes shut at the thought of speaking her feelings. He'd always noticed, he knew everything about her, that was the bond they shared. 

"Nothing, all is well," Celeste lied. "I'm tired Jacques, and want to sleep. She rolled over, hoping he'd bought her lie. 

"Are you sure?" She felt his large hand rub her back, and the waterfall of tears began again.

"I'm sure!" She summoned every ounce of strength to make her voice sound "normal." "I'm tired, is all."

Patting her back, Jacques sighed. "So be it." She cringed. Jacques knew she was lying, she felt it in her bones, but he was one never to push the issue, and for that, she loved him.

Relieved, Celeste pulled the covers up to her neck, wanting to be alone with her own thoughts. She continued thinking of all the negativities, threatening, like a black plague to tear them apart. 

On top of all the other antagonists, Celeste was a witch. Another cross she and Jacques must carry, lest she be hung, if anyone ever discovered her secret. Jacques was a witness to her powers, and of course, kept her secret. 

The only thing he didn't believe in was the secret of the Louisiana Bayou, where beings lurked. There were many nights they'd argue after he caught her chanting, and laying down her potions on the outskirts of the plantation. Even with her power, there was nothing she could do to convince Jacques a certain evil existed.



Forbidden!



Daisy. Daisy. I hate that name. The name my parents gave me. So girly. So pretty. So not me. The only daughter. Four sons. One daughter. Me. So to make me stand out even more they called me Daisy. Ugh!

I'm now eighteen years old. Still at school. My brothers are Brad, who is thirty one. John is twenty five. Paul is twenty three. Then Chris who is fifteen. We live with our father, except Brad who is married to Jennie, who is a beautiful blonde stunner, and a schoolteacher. Our mother unfortunately died of cancer when I was just five years old, leaving me to grow up as the only female in a very male dominated house. And boy didn't I know it. I was teased ruthlessly as a child. When I hit puberty the teasing stepped up a gear or two, if that was possible.

So I rebelled. First with cigarettes, then alcohol, then clothes and make up and hairstyles. Finally sex. At fourteen I lost my virginity and have had several experiences since, including sex with a forty two year old man. I'm not proud either.

Growing up as the only girl in a male house did teach me a lot of valuable lessons though, especially about men. I learned about their habits, moods, hopes, fears, dislikes and likes. I also learned that as a female it is possible to control a man with just a smile, or a word, or a tear, or a flick of a finger, or a great big sad puppy dog face. So I have made it to the grand old age of eighteen, very much a rebel, but not an out of control one.

My dad worries about me. My school reports are...well, shit. Also I currently have short black hair. Black fingernails, lipstick and eye shadow. Black clothes and Doctor Marten boots. I would be scared if I looked in the mirror. Also lots of piercings. Ears, eyebrows, lips, nose. Not a girl who looks like she should be called Daisy. In fact my brothers have now got round to calling me 'Coffin'! As a tease, but actually I quite like it!!

Which leads me to the next part of my story. Dad. He is so worried about me. So I was not surprised when I got a phone call from my eldest brother, Brad, suggesting I called round to his shop after school, for a 'chat'.

Brad is the family star. Good looking. Tall. Successful. Married to a real beauty. Also, for whatever reason I can't fathom, he has always been the brother I've been closest to. His teasing was never quite as bad as the others. Never as savage or brutal. He seemed to have a respect for my privacy, and dignity, that the others seemed to lack. And a degree of understanding. I could always talk to him, in a way I couldn't with the others. I love them, but...

Brad is a grafter. Driven, determined, a go getter. He knows his mind and believes in himself. He went to university after he left school, but quit after eighteen months. Bored with always learning, he wanted to get on and do something with his life. Using a bit of money he had saved he started selling audio equipment, one of his passions. Now ten years later he has three stores in our town, selling very high quality audio tech to enthusiasts, and rich people. His stores offer excellent advice and even better service. Not what you get from the big corporate retailers.

Somewhere along the way I have also developed an interest in the stuff he sells. Always a big music fan, I was thrilled to get a decent pair of headphones for my eleventh birthday from Brad. And over subsequent years he has bought me great audio gear. I now know all about bass, treble, woofers, sub woofers etc. I know what makes the difference between good headphones, great headphones and average headphones. The same for speakers, cd players, decks etc. I often call into one of his stores on my way home from school to check out a new piece of kit, or to read a new hi fi magazine, or just chat to the staff. They all know me.

Brad is based in the biggest store, where he has an office and meets sales reps, or whatever other business he has to do. He never seems to mind me calling in. In fact he takes a joy in my enthusiasm and encourages it.

So it was not unusual for me to call in one Tuesday afternoon. Brad was busy but eventually found time to talk.

"Dad's worried about you," he began.

"As usual."

"Well whatever. He suggested that maybe you need to get a job." 

"Oh fuck Brad, he's said that to me so many times. I just don't..."

"Daisy, you have to learn. Dad will keep repeating the message until you do something about it. That's life. You have to learn to get on. And one way to do that is to give a little back occasionally."

"Whatever bro."

"Look. Dad moans at you to get a job. You do nothing. He moans a lot more. And so on. Try to play the game. Look for a job, show that you're trying. He might back off a bit. Life works that way. Parent, teacher, boss. If they moan at you for not doing something, show them that you're listening. Do it. They'll back off. That's life. The more you resist the harder they'll push. Give them a bit of what they're asking for and they'll ease off. That's how it works."

"So get a job basically. But you're telling me now not dad."

"Sort of. But I'm trying to help you."

"Yeah yeah."

"Listen Daisy. Try me. I have an idea. It helps us both really. You like audio stuff yeah? You like coming to my store and trying stuff out."

"Yeah?"

"Well I know you do. And you know what you're talking about too. You understand it. In fact you probably have better knowledge than nearly all my staff."

"Not really..."

"No you do. Trust me. And you're a girl. I only have men in my stores. I could do with a girl. I think female customers get a bit scared off as this seems such a male environment."

"That's so sexist. So 1970s!"

"Whatever, as you say. It's true. I could do with a girl in my stores. Tits and ass. The male customers like it too."

"Brad!"

"I know. Sexism. But I need a girl to work in my stores. You need to appease dad by getting a job. Interested?"

"How?"

"Saturdays. And maybe after school a couple of days a week. You get paid the going rate. Gives you a bit of cash. And it might put a smile back on your pretty little face!" he said, grabbing my mouth like I was a little child.

"Don't do that! You know I hate it."

"Well?"

"I suppose. I'll give it a try," I said, reluctantly. In truth I was thrilled.

And so it began. Every Saturday. And every Thursday and Friday after school. Within weeks I was loving it. I sold loads. Outperformed most of the staff. I got on well with all of them. Brad was mostly in his office or out at meetings. He rarely came onto the shop floor. But he told me I was doing really well. The store manager was Craig, an old family friend who had known dad for over forty years. He treated me like his child, encouraging me, training me and generally being my mentor. Not that I needed one. Brad was right. I did know more than most of them.

Dad noticed within weeks that I seemed happier in myself.

The next stage of this story happens one Friday after I had been working there about three months.

I arrived from school to the store. Brad was looking annoyed and above everything else there was an irritating beeping noise.

"What's that noise?" I asked Craig.

"Oh the alarm. It's broken. Not for the first time."

"Oh."

I went to get changed. My work uniform consisted of a white shirt, black skirt and black stockings, and luckily I could still war my black boots. Not too awful.

The alarm engineer informed Brad that he needed to order a new part, which wouldn't be ready till the next day.

"Which means..." Brad said, looking pissed off.

"Which means..." repeated the engineer, apologetically.

"Which means, someone has to stay here over night. The insurance insists that if the alarm isn't working, someone must be on the premises at all times, otherwise the insurance isn't valid. Usually that means me or Brad. I've got an anniversary meal tonight with my wife so that means your poor brother has to spend the whole night here!" explained Craig.

"Oh the poor thing! What will he do?" I asked.

"What I did last time. Read, clean, read, paperwork, read and then read some more!"

For some reason I felt sorry for my brother having to be there all alone during the night. I decided to offer to stay overnight with him and keep him company. At first he told me not to worry but I insisted.

"What do you do tomorrow? You don't work do you?" I asked.

"Tomorrow I sleep. Jennie is out all day tomorrow, so when this lot turn up for work tomorrow morning, I go home to bed. I suggest you do the same," Brad told me.

"No work?"

"You can't work if you've been up all night. Go home to sleep."

"Not that I'll get much sleep at home with dad and the others there," I joked.

"Sleep at my house then. Come back with me. You can sleep in the spare room. It will be very quiet, just you and me there."

"Cool. Just one thing? Can we get a pizza delivered this evening?" I asked.

"Typical!"

After all the other staff had left, Brad and I sat in the staff room, located next door to his office. It was a large room with a couch and an armchair. Brad ordered pizza and after we had eaten he pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels from his desk drawer. I wasn't a big drinker but I tried a bit.

By about ten PM we were getting bored. I had a book in my bag and lay on the couch reading it, while Brad sat in his office, placing stock orders via his computer. He came through to see me.

"So what do you normally do at times like this?" I asked.

"What I'm doing now. Clean a bit, do paperwork, place orders."

"Just work. Don't you do anything else?"

"Like what?"

"Other stuff. Read books. You know."

"Sometimes. I do go on the laptop sometimes."

"And do what?" I kept pressing.

"Read. Look at stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Audio things. Sport things. Golf mainly."

"Porn?" I joked.

"Sometimes."

"You look at porn?"

"Why not?" he asked.

"Oh god. Really?"

"If I'm really bored. Or..."

"Horny?" I added playfully.

"Mmmmm..."

"Do you...you know...jerk off?" I asked.

"Maybe," he smiled.

"OH MY GOD!!"

"Well you asked," he replied.

"I can't believe you."

"I am human you know."

Brad ended the conversation by walking out the room. He came back in ten minutes later with two cups of coffee.

"Anyway I don't see why you got so judgmental. I bet you look at porn too," he said.

"Maybe."

"Do you want to see some now?"

"Brad. No. I'm not gonna sit here and look at porn sitting next to my brother!"

"Well I'm going to. You can look if you want."

So he sat down on the couch next to me, fired up his computer and started searching for porn.

"What kind of thing do you like to watch?" he asked me.

"Brad! I'm not telling you. This is getting weird."

"Well I like bondage and threesomes, so I don't know if that's your thing but it's what I like," he continued.

I ignored him and tried to read my book, but was soon distracted by the sound of moaning and various other sex noises coming from the laptop.

"Can't you turn that down? Pervert." I said.

His turn to ignore me.

I had to confess my curiosity was being spiked by the sounds of sex on the laptop. I glanced over, catching sight of a man fucking two women. I tried not too look, but I couldn't help it. After a while I whispered something.

"Oral."

"Pardon?" Brad asked.

"Oral," I repeated a bit louder.

"Oral? What about it?"

"Oral. I like oral sex. You asked what porn I like to watch. I like oral porn. Men, women, licking, sucking, that kind of thing," I answered blushing.

"Oh. I see."

Brad instantly clicked off the video he was watching. He typed in a new search and immediately a selection of videos featuring oral sex came up. He chose one and began watching. I felt a bit embarrassed to be having this kind of conversation with my big brother but couldn't help watch the video. A couple more came on. I was beginning to feel a bit turned on, and decided to go back to my book.

When the video finished Brad switched the laptop off and went to do some more work. Shortly after he came back in and lay down on the couch, his feet stretching out onto my lap. I carried on reading before noticing he had gone to sleep.

"Brad, you're supposed to stay awake," I said, nudging him with my elbow.

"Huh? What? Oh sorry. Just half an hour please?" he mumbled.

I looked up again about ten minutes later and he was fast asleep. Quietly I extracted myself from under his feet and walked across the room to fetch the laptop. I sat back down again and switched it on. I checked the search history. The website he had found was not one that I knew but it looked quite good so I opened it. I found a few good videos and was soon feeling horny. Checking my brother was still asleep I pulled off my stockings and my panties and stuffed them down the side of the couch. I found a video that showed a secretary lying naked on a desk being eaten out by a man who was supposed to be her boss. It was seriously hot and I couldn't help but start rubbing my pussy. I paused it then went upstairs to the store and chose a pair of headphones and came back down, listening to all the moaning and panting through the headphones, while stroking my aching wet cunt.

Obviously this was a very stupid thing to do and it was inevitable that my brother would wake up. Through barely opened eyes he saw enough to realize what I was doing, even if he couldn't actually see 'anything'.

"See. It is difficult to resist isn't it?" he giggled.

"Brad, oh just..."

"It's ok. Don't worry. I do it all the time."

"Yes but not in front of other people."

"Sorry," he said.

"It's ok," I replied, stopping and pulling my skirt back over my legs.

Silence for a few minutes.

"Were you close?" my brother suddenly piped up.

"What?"

"Were you close? he repeated.

"Close?"

"To cumming. Orgasm. Were you close?"

"Brad! For fucks sake! I'm your sister! We can't talk about these things," I complained.

"Just wondered."

Silence.

Silence still.

"Yes I was," I announced.

"Huh?"

"Close to cumming."

"Oh."

"And then you woke up."

"Sorry."

"It's ok."

"No I know what it's like to be disturbed when you're all worked up," he continued.

"Ok can we just change the subject?"

"Why don't you finish yourself off?"

"What?"

"Why don't you finish what you were doing?"

"BRAD!!"

"Just a suggestion."

"I'm not going to rub my pussy with you sitting next to me thank you!"

"Well go to the bathroom then."

"Brad, it's not helping."

"Do you want me to lick it for you?"

"BRAD!!?"

"Like in the video. I know what to do."

"I'm sure you do but no. I'm your sister."

"And?"

"And...I'm your sister."

"Does your pussy smell?"

"BRAD!?"

"Is it deformed?"

"Brad stop!"

"Well then. I know what your pussy looks like. I've never seen it but I can guess what it looks like."

"Freek!"

"You're wearing clothes but I could imagine that you're slim, tall, have a flat stomach. Long legs. Smallish breasts. Which is fine by the way. Your vagina is a slit, folds of flesh. The only thing I don't know is if you're hairy down there. Or bald, or a neatly trimmed bush. See, it's not difficult to imagine."

"You've made your point but just stop. Leave me alone."

"Just trying to help," he smiled.

Silence...

"Bald."

"Pardon?"

"Since you ask. It's bald. Fully shaved."

" 'k."

"Would you really?"

"What?"

"Lick my pussy?"

"If you wanted me to."

"But I am your sister."

"I know. Like I said if you wanted me to."

"No."

Silence. For about three minutes.

"It would have to be our secret. I mean, you couldn't tell anybody. Not a single person," I told him.

"No problem."

"You'd really lick your sister's vagina?"

"If you want me to?"

"Isn't it illegal?"

"Who's going to know?"

"You wouldn't tell anybody? Promise?"

"Promise."

"What would your wife say?"

"She won't know."

"I can't believe I'm actually considering this."

"Just a bit of fun. What's the worst that could happen?" he laughed.

"Well, for starters, we could get found out. Then labelled as freaks for the rest of our lives. Then, disowned by all our family and friends. Shall I go on?" I smiled.

"But we won't get found out. It's five to one in the morning. We're totally alone."

"Still. Brother, sister, a bit weird don't you think?"

"The trouble with you is you think too much."

"Thanks bro."

"Seriously. If I wasn't your brother, just some regular guy. You're all alone with him and feeling horny and he offers to eat you out, what would you do?" asked my brother.

"Let him, obviously."

"So here we are. Forget I'm your brother. Just forget it. Go with the flow."

"You really want to lick my pussy huh?"

"I'm horny, you're horny. We're both adults. No one's gonna know. Problem?"

"I can't believe I'm actually considering this. Seriously. Ok here goes."

I hooked my thumbs into my skirt, took a very deep breath and then yanked my skirt down. I pushed it clumsily down past my knees, then my ankles, then off completely. I looked nervously at my brother, smiled shyly, then opened my legs. Brad stood up, moved in front of me, knelt down and leaned forward, placing his hands on my inner thighs.

I took another deep breath, spread my legs wider and watched as my thirty one year old big brother leaned in. At first he kissed my legs, stroking my thighs. Then he kissed me just above my slit. Then I jumped as his tongue brushed against my vagina. I had been licked there before, many times, but this felt totally different. My brother's tongue pushed inside my cunt and began licking.

After a couple of minutes I began moaning. I placed my hands on the outside of my shirt, on top of my breasts. As he licked me I ran my hands up inside my shirt and pushed my bra cups up off my breasts. I began to rub my tits as he pushed his tongue around my cunt. Brad paused briefly, looking up at me. He smiled as he saw my hands on my exposed tits.

"Don't stop now!" I moaned.

He returned his attentions to my aching pussy, and before long my whole body was shaking as I came. Tasting my juices my brother finally lifted his face from between my legs. I looked at him, smiling nervously, then pulled my shirt back down to cover my chest. I did the same to my skirt, covering my vagina, smoothing out the material as I did so. At that moment I suddenly choked. I couldn't breathe. As Brad sat up I burst into tears, jumped up from the couch and ran to the toilet, locking the door behind me.

Brad rushed after me, knocking on the door.

"Daisy it's ok. I didn't mean to make it like this. It's ok don't be upset!"

"Brad just leave me alone for a while. Please!"

I sat on the toilet for a few minutes. I calmed down, my breathing returning to normal. I ran my fingers through my hair. Eventually I sat up and came out the toilet, returning to the staff room.

"Daisy I'm sor..."

"No it's ok. I don't know what happened. I don't know why I reacted like that. I think it just got a bit too much for me. You know. I'm fine now."

"I didn't mean to upset you," Brad reassured me.

"You didn't. It was...beautiful. I felt good. Don't worry. Can we not talk about it. Please?"

"You're very beautiful, you know that?" my brother said.

"No I'm a slut!" I laughed.

"What does that make me? Licking my kid sister's pussy?"

"We're SO going to hell!!" I joked.

Brad left the room. I poured a glass of water and lay on the couch, reading my book. Within no time I fell asleep. When I woke up I could see no sign of my brother. I walked into the shop and saw him cleaning the shelves.

"Don't you ever stop?" I joked.

"Sorry I was just keeping out of your way to let you sleep."

"Thanks. Come back and sit with me. Please."

We walked through to the staff room. I made some coffee and we sat down. We didn't say anything, just being together. Finally I spoke.




Forbidden!



"I like giving blow jobs," I said, not looking at my brother.

"Huh?"

"I like giving blow jobs. I think I'm quite good at it."

"Oh really. And you're telling me because...?"

"Just thought I'd mention it. No reason."

"My wife gives a pretty mean blow job. You reckon you might be better than her?" Brad laughed.

"Only one way to find out."

"Oh and you think I'm depraved enough to let my little sister suck my cock?"

"If you're as depraved as I am, yes."

"I'm going to have to tell dad what a bad girl you are."

"I swallow."

"What?"

"I said I swallow. Just in case you're thinking about it."

"You must think I'm really shallow, as if I'd let an eighteen year old girl give me a blow job. I'm not that kind of man," he said, standing up and unzipping his trousers.

He pulled them down, and then his boxers. I gasped as his semi erect penis sprang free.

Within seconds I had my hand wrapped around his shaft. I licked the tip, then sank my mouth down along its length. Brad gasped as I began sucking him off. I placed my hands on his bare ass cheeks as I took his whole cock in my mouth. I sucked him, listening to him moan as he got closer to orgasm. Then I felt a blast of semen hit the back of my mouth, followed by more. I swallowed every drop, finishing off by licking his member clean. He sat down when I had finished.

"Well? As good as Jennie's?" I laughed.

"Mmmm...not sure. Maybe if you do it again later I might be able to decide!" he joked.

"I might just do that!"

Brad kicked his trousers and boxers off, and lay down on the couch. He rested his back against the corner of the couch. I lay alongside him, just squeezing in the space between his body and the back of the couch. I wrapped my arm across his stomach and we both drifted off to sleep.

I woke up later, feeling a hand slide under my shirt and onto my chest. I looked at the clock. Three forty five in the morning. We had been asleep for two hours. Brad pushed my shirt up and then my bra. I helped him by lifting them over my head. He stared at my naked breasts.

"Well?" I asked shyly.

"Perfect. The size I like."

"Thanks, pervert."

"Anytime, sicko."

My hand reached down to his hardening cock. I wrapped my fingers around it. He helped me push my skirt down, until I was naked. He unbuttoned his shirt so he was naked like me.

We stared at each other.

"What now?" I asked.

"What do you want to do?" he replied.

There was a moments hesitation between us as we realized where this could go.

"I'd like to suck your cock again," I answered.

"You really do have a thing for oral sex don't you?" he laughed

"What do you want to do?" I added, laughing.

"Cum on your tits."

"Brad!!"

"Well you asked. Your tits are fucking lovely."

"Thanks. Do you want me to jack you off?" I asked.

"I'd love that but I thought you wanted to suck it," he replied, his erect cock twitching in anticipation.

"Yeah I do but I don't mind. I'm quite happy to use my hand. I can always suck it again another time."

We looked at each other as we sensed the implications of what I had just said, that this might not end tonight.

"Ok. But I want to taste your cunt juices as well," my brother told me.

"You are dirty aren't you?" I laughed.

"Maybe you make me dirty."

I began stroking my brother's cock.

"Hang on," he told me.

He twisted around so we were facing each other and his head was by my legs. I took hold of his cock again and stroked it. He buried his face between my legs and started licking my pussy. It wasn't terribly comfortable. In fact it was quite awkward but we were too aroused to care.

"Let me know when you are going to cum, so I can direct it towards my tits," I told him.

I came first, his tongue definitely hitting the right spot. Then he grunted to me. I knew what he meant. I jerked his cock to such an angle that it was pointing right at my chest. I shuffled a little bit closer to him and then felt the first of several blasts of his cum hitting me. The first two hit my chest, then my stomach, before the last one dribbled onto the couch between us.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, with real fury.

"You ok?"

"Shit! Just my leg gone to sleep!"

"Well that's a passion killer," I joked.

"Sorry, aaahhhh!"

"I know what you mean. That was seriously uncomfortable," I replied.

"Seriously hot though," he joked.

I scooped some of his cum off my chest with my finger and put it in my mouth. He watched as I tasted his sperm.

"Mmmm...lovely."

We lay together for a while. Finally we got up. We wiped ourselves clean with tissue, then got dressed. Brad sprayed air freshener in the room. After a while I drifted off to sleep again. 

Not long after I had woken up Craig arrived at work. I looked at the clock. Six thirty.

"Morning sleeping beauty. I thought I'd get here early so you two can go off to your beds and get some sleep," Craig smiled at me.

"Oh morning Craig. Gosh that was a long night."

"Get much sleep?"

"Mmmm a bit. I read mostly. And we chatted."

"Morning Craig," Brad said, announcing his arrival in the room.

"Morning boss. Good night?"

"Yeah not bad. I've placed all next weeks orders. Organized the staff rotas. Sent out loads of invoices."

"Wow you have been busy. Not been ignoring your little sister I hope. I mean she did offer to stay to keep you company," Craig joked.

"No no. I've paid her lots of attention. We've had fun."

"Good," said Craig sitting down.

He put his hand on the couch and felt something.

"Ugh! What's this wet patch?" he asked.

"Oh I think I spilled some coffee," my brother replied.

Craig licked the end of his finger.

"Yuk! Doesn't taste much like coffee," he grimaced.

"You know, that couch has never been cleaned. We should do something about that," joked Brad, nervously trying to shift the conversation.

Brad and Craig discussed work for about another hour, while I drank yet another coffee. Other staff members began arriving for work.

"Daisy you look terrible," said Steve, one of the sales people.

"Thanks."

"Oh I didn't mean it like that. Just you look so tired."

Eventually Brad and I left. He drove me towards his house. About halfway there I suddenly jolted upright.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" I shouted.

"What is it?"

"I just remembered. I left my panties down the side of the couch."

His face seemed to drain of all its color.

"Oh, err, they won't know they're yours."

"Well who else are they going to belong to?"

"I don't know. Don't panic. I'm not going back for them. Maybe they won't find them."

We arrived back at Brad's house. Jennie chatted to us as she prepared to go out to her work. She told me I could have a shower and lent me some clothes to wear for the rest of the day.

"I don't suppose you have clean underwear? You weren't expecting to be out all night and most of today?" she laughed.

"No I don't, sorry."

"Don't worry. If I were you I'd just go natural after your sleep. Brad won't know. Just till he gets you back to your house," she whispered.

"Yeah I'll do that. I'll just make sure I keep my legs closed!" I joked.

"That's the best thing for any girl to do!" she smiled back.

I showered and then went to the spare room, wrapped in a big towel. I took it off and climbed into bed naked. Surprisingly I didn't fall asleep straight away. I listened to Brad and Jennie talking downstairs. I heard Jennie go out the front door. I climbed out of bed and peeked out the window, still naked, as she got in her car and drove away. I heard Brad climb the stairs and go to the bathroom, then to his bedroom. Then the phone rang.

"Oh hi Craig...Really?...How weird...No I've no idea...That's odd...Good idea...Ok see you on Monday..." Brad said to his colleague and friend.

He was just saying goodbye when Craig obviously said something else.

"Ok...I see...No...That's not a good idea...I really don't know...We'll talk on Monday...No keep it to yourself...It's a bit complicated...A long story...Thanks mate..." Brad continued.

Eventually he put the phone down. Several minutes passed, then a knock on the bedroom door.

"Daisy, are you awake?"

"Come in. I was hoping you would," I answered.

My brother pushed the door open. He was naked and semi erect.

"Mmmmm..." I purred.

I pushed the covers aside, revealing my equally naked body. Brad climbed in beside me.

"Did you hear the phone?" he asked as I began to stroke his cock.

"Yes, it was Craig yeah?"

"Yeah. He got one of the team to take off the covers on the couch to get it cleaned. Craig is ultra efficient like that."

"My panties?"

"Yes. Well they found some panties. Craig said they didn't know who they belong to. I denied all knowledge."

"Could be anybody's?" I joked nervously.

"Well then Steve said that the wet patch smelled like sperm. Craig wanted to know if I knew anything about that. I said no. He said well it is an old couch and hasn't been cleaned in years but then Steve added that it's still damp and obviously fresh. Now Craig is not stupid. I could tell by the tone of his voice..."

"Well we have got a problem haven't we?" I said, still tugging on his cock.

"That's not the only problem," my brother added.

"No?" I asked, sounding worried.

"No. The other problem is that I think I want to have sex with you."

"Think? Well I know I want to have sex with you," I replied.

"Mmmm...that is a problem isn't it?" Brad said, kissing me.

"What time does your wife get home?" I asked.

"Not till about six this evening."

"Oh well we've got nearly nine hours to find a solution to that problem haven't we?" I sighed.

"I think we've got enough time to solve that problem quite a few times," said my brother, sliding his hand between my legs and rolling on top of me.



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Everyday presents new and cunning surprises. Whether they are great, or horrendously horrible, it does not matter; they shall happen, they shall occur, and they shall find you. In retrospect, that is my view of my life. My youth. The conglomeration of a past of building climaxes and dissolving tragedies. They're wonderful, though. Good or bad, I am still alive, and I am more than living; I am burning.

In school, I am known as a fervent lover, absolutely gorgeous, and most of all, a male slut that women can not resist. I am one, and yet I bind them all. But then, of course, to some like my mother, or my sister, or my father, I am simply Jake. Jacob. Jacques. Whichever you prefer, as long as you feel it's syllables soothe your slaver dripping tongue. 

Right now, I am shrugging on some clothes after my annual dose of sex. My neighbor is very resourceful, and thusly, like any man with fine taste would gladly do, I ask her over for a few sprites. 

I took the stairs then, calmly meandering down until I reached the base. Perhaps, I guess, this'd be a good time to tell you about myself. I'm an oversexed, 18 year old male with a build on the verge of covering magazines, and able to inspire many more women with choruses of awing and gaping mouths. I'm popular, I'm athletic, I'm gorgeous, and I am more than sophisticated. I can play anyone. Any thing. Any person that decides they would like to step up to my challenge; my game; my irresistible charm.

Enough about me. Lets move on to something almost as intriguing.

And at that moment, my mother passed, and I hissed in accordance. There is one thing I must admit; one weakness in my armor--that is my mother. She isn't exactly top-of-the-line meat, but there is something about her. Perhaps the fact that a mother, of all perverse things, is more forbidden than anything, and unthinkable. Perhaps it is the sheer idea of not being able to have her. It is something that has been sleeping inside me for far too long. The way her rump sways lackadaisically, and every thing she does to make this house better than it actually is with a clean, nonchalant smile to her thick, opulent lips--in the end, it drives me more than nuts.

And yes, you may think me mad, but I do not care. No, not at all; and at this very glorious moment, I followed in her wake; in the billowing of her blouse; in the soaking of that lilac perfume that made a perfect trajectory behind her. Everything about her screamed...

She turned around instinctively and jumped. "Oh! Hi, Jake, I didn't realize you were home."

I smiled a simple smile, one that was unreadable, and yet readable in every angle, "I've been home for a while, mom."

The hallway was rather large and I soon met her side, calmly walking beside her. 

"I've been sunbathing all morning. Can't you tell?"

I looked at her arms, assessing through whatever boredom that pounces into my brain, and nodded. 

"Oh well. What are you up to for today?"

I had forgot it was still morning, and as we entered the kitchen, my plan slowly began to mold thoroughly into my head. Boy, did it ever; I was afraid it'd seep out my nose, or my ears, or worst of all... My dick. 

"I don't know. What do you propose?" I added in a little sexy tone to that one. 

"I'm not sure. Can I get you anything?"

And that is another reason why mothers are so glamorous and sexy. They are slaves, capable to get you almost anything at your whim; for the exception of the bitch mothers, which I do not have fortunately. 

"Yes. A glass of... Uh... Sprite." I wasn't interested in the drink, but it will help to put out the fire aching inside me--maybe.

By the time I sat down, she had already poured me a glass, and wandered over towards me. I grabbed it, and accidentally, or not, spilled it on my shirt with a little help from mother's hands. 

"Oh god! I'm sorry Jake! Here, let me get you a rag..."

"No no, it's quite all right. I'll just take it off." And this I did. I yanked off the shirt effortlessly, and properly revealed what lied beneath. Some pecs, a six pack, which led to the V that subtly climbed out the top of my pants, slightly pointing out the direction of my pelvic region. 

I heard her gasp slightly; she hadn't seen me in a while shirtless, and to witness such a physique, compared to my fat father, was some spectacle I'd imagine for her.

"Now, tell me about your tanning again?"

I slapped on a cute, curious face which erased any signs of a small grin from erupting. 

"Oh oh, just was out there for a little while. I haven't tanned in so long, you know?"

"Where's dad?" I wanted to make sure of my time; time is of the essence.

"He's out at work for the rest of the day, leaving poor old me to do all the cleaning."

"Aw, mom, don't worry about it. Take a break. Lets go back out to the pool and take a swim." 

As you can see, from the woman bathing next to me, that she had quickly taken up my offer. I mean, who could refuse such a question from such a stunning male as myself? To make it even better, I had a video camera set up at the window, pointing out at the pool. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not sure anything is going down, but if indeed it does, I want to remember it and I want to have some. . . leeway. Heh. 

"Mom, could you massage this lotion into my back? I hate when it gets all icky on my back and leaves patches..."

"All right, one second."

And in that second, I felt the moisture of the white cream casually rub itself into the pores of my skin. Erupting somewhere down below, I felt myself becoming turned on by this. 

Mothers breasts are fairly large, and the fact that they were wavering like a metronome over my back was more than seductive. I kept on peaking up at their cleavage, and then at her legs. I wanted her. Badly. To show the world that even I could outmatch the forbidden, and delve even into their sweets. 

I turned around, "Now, my stomach, perhaps?" Who could resist that question? My stomach was pure metal and nothing but, and when I saw her eyes, I knew that she was tempted.

She giggled, and that irritated me. "No, you can reach your stomach, honey." 

I did have a hard-on, and I'm never ashamed of anyone, even my mother of seeing it; for if they did, just by the size, that would turn them on more. I wanted her to see. 

She closed her eyes and in a few moments, when she looked somewhat asleep, I grabbed her hand smoothly and slid it down into my pants, allowing her to touch my dick. She gasped like earlier, only much more sharper, and I saw her lungs bring in a herd of breath into their fences. 

"Jake..."

And I pulled my hand out, leaving her hand there. That same hand, slipped over to her breast that was closest to me, and squeezed.

"Jake! What the fuck are you doing!" 

I didn't say anything, and at this point, I jumped on her with my black bathing suit ripped off. 

"Jake!" She began to shout more loudly, pouting against my will. "What has gotten into you?"

I ripped her bottom off, and wiped my finger slowly up and down the lips of her vagina; and in some odd fascination and perversion, it made me even more horny to see her unshaven pussy. It grappled any grasp of reality I had, and threw it into the void. 

I heard her moan as she fought against me, wiggling and writhing, and then, as soon as her vagina became wet, I slipped my dick into it; and like any other man, I measure, and it is nothing but 8 inches. She swallowed all her shouts, all her protests, and exhaled something more profound and significant; a sigh. Then a moan. Another few moans, and then I knew I had her. I kept on thrusting, powerfully, hungrilly, until she started to move into motion against my thrusts; pounding herself against my torso with thundering clashes.

"Oooooh! Jake! That feels so good! Uuuhhhh... Uhhhhh..."

I kept going, excusing any rhythm other than to totally fuck the shit out of my mother. God, I couldn't stop. I just kept fondling her breasts now and then, but mostly paid my full million dollar attention on her facial expressions. The way her mouth went awry, and her eyes would blink closed tightly. 

"Ooooooh.... Oooooooh.... Oooooooh! OH! OH!"

The louder she got, the rougher I got. My dick was practically glowing at its tip at this moment, and I was beginning to reach my pinnacle; my peak; my combustion. 

"Let it go Jake! Ooooh! Please Jake! OOOOOOOOH... Goooood... Good.... Let it go... Oh my god..."

And I did, almost on cue, allowing it to flood her. I didn't bother touching any where else on her the whole time pretty much, but just use the lounge chair as a handle for my excessive thrusts. I was unstoppable, and now, I am relieved. 

"Oh, Jake... That was... Great..."

And it is all on video camera, too.



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This story is almost entirely concerned with mother/son incest. If this subject offends you, please read no further. 

All characters in this story are aged over eighteen years. And they are purely imaginary and bear no relationship at all to any persons either living or dead. They are entirely the product of the author's fevered imagination. 

I would also like to thank my editor, Hatsuda, for his patience and skill in polishing the sometimes rough edges of this story. 

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To say that the funeral was highly stressful was a gross understatement. My father's death was unexpected; a sudden, massive heart attack took him at 60. I sighed, but I knew the obsequies wouldn't last forever, and then we could get back to something roughly approximating normal. Families—funerals have the capacity to create either closeness in shared grief, or highlight divisions. In ours, the divisions ran deep. My father's family, particularly his mother, had never approved of his marriage, believing that he had married well below himself. 

I knew this was pure, unadulterated snobbery, and I also knew the reason he had married her. My mother, Claire, had been stunningly beautiful, and at forty-four, still was. She was tall, probably 5'8", with long, thick dark hair with auburn highlights. Her oval face was unusually regular with dark brown eyes, rather deep set, over high cheek bones and framed by long, thick eyelashes. Her nose was what is often called "celestial", with just the slightest uptilt and thick, almost "pouty" lips, her skin a pale, flawless alabaster, all balanced on a long, slender neck. 

This all led to high-set 36B breasts (in my adolescent fantasies, I'd checked out the laundry basket), age now adding the slightest sag. A tapered waist with a smooth, well rounded bottom leading to long, long well shaped legs and small feet completed what I had always seen as a mouth-watering ensemble—even though this was my mother. But in addition, as an extra "veneer", my mother was supremely elegant. She moved gracefully and wore clothes as if she was a professional model. And all this was complemented by a soft, warm contralto voice that could still send shivers of pleasure up my spine. 

I supported my mother through the funeral. Her tears suggested a grief almost palpable, but, at the same time, I felt it was not totally convincing, and to my professional eye there was something almost theatrical about it. She held herself rigid and aloof from everybody, including me at this point, as if determined not to let her true feelings show. I knew that my parents' relationship was strained, but he had been the apple of his mother's eye, and I recognised that my mother needed to show appropriate respect to avoid family conflict. 

Nevertheless, this was strained to the limit when my grandmother, dressed entirely in black, caught up with me after the service. She ignored my mother, but addressed me in her most patronising voice, "Ashley, I shall want to speak with you about the family trust." 

"For heaven's sake, grandmother, we've just buried your son, my father and my mother's husband. The last thing I care about at the moment is the family trust." 

"Very well, Ashley, I shall put your insolence down to grief and I will see you in the near future." She stalked away, ramrod straight. 

After the funeral a buffet meal was provided in a somewhat strained atmosphere before everyone dispersed, and I imagined I could hear the sighs of relief. I drove mum back home and she changed from her dark suit into rather unexpected jeans, tee shirt and flatties. Mum had a part-time job as a receptionist at a large medical practice, but was taking some time off following her husband's death. 

"I know this may seem disrespectful of your father, Ash, but I'm not going to be a hypocrite. We had drifted further and further apart, and I'm not going to go into extended mourning for him. I'm so sorry if this shocks you, but ..." 

"No, mum," I was quick to respond. "I know dad had become difficult, moody and demanding. If you want total honesty, I'm surprised that you stayed with him over the last few years." 

Mum smiled, on reflection, a relatively rare phenomenon of recent times. Her smile lit up her whole face, warm and sensitive, and carrying a message of love and acceptance. 

"Thank you, Ash. I've missed you so much since you've been gone and I've felt so isolated. Do you think you would be able to stay here for a day or two just while the stress dies down a little?" 

"Mum, it will be my pleasure—if for no other reason than you are a superb cook." 

The smile again, although this time with a decided twinkle. 

"Oh, so that's all I am to you, a convenient provider of free meals?" 

I growled deep in my throat and jumped towards her; mum squealed with delight and ran off. Thinking about that little incident later, I don't know what would have happened if I'd caught her. 

I quickly settled in to my old room. The house was also closer to my practice (I'm a psychologist) than my unit, and mum's cooking was a definite bonus. I enjoyed her company, too, and she seemed to be emerging from her shell, even becoming playful and giggly. 

After about a week, I decided I probably needed to return to my own unit, and said as much to mum. 

She pouted. "Must you, Ash, I have so enjoyed you being here? I feel I can be myself around you, something I never managed with your father, particularly after you moved out." 

I struggled with my own feelings. Mum's presence and light heartedness had been a balm for my own sorrows. In my case, it wasn't related to Dad's death, but three months before that event I had gone through a painful divorce. Sarah and I had split bitterly over the revelation that I was "shooting blanks" and couldn't father children. She was a model, a beautiful blonde making money hand over fist, but she made no secret that she wanted to start a family. The sex had been great, but nothing came of it and she wasn't prepared to let it go at that. We had some wounding arguments that led to the divorce court, but as her income was higher than mine, and I wasn't particularly interested in sordid money-grubbing, we walked away with what we each had. 

"Yes, mum, I need to sort myself out, but to be perfectly honest, I'm going to put my unit on the market. Too many memories of Sarah, so I need a fresh start." 

"Yes, honey, I can understand. I must admit I've thought about downsizing to something more suitable for a single woman, but ..." 

Here she stopped and looked at me intently, rather as if I was a specimen under a microscope. 

"Ash ... Ash, I've just had an idea. Why don't you move back in with me permanently, or at least until you've found yourself somewhere else to live that suits you properly?" 

"Mum, it's a very tempting offer, but I can't impose myself on you like that, because of all the added work around the house and having a twenty five year old slob under your feet all the time." 

"Now listen to me, young man." My mother's attempts at severity were never very convincing. "Firstly it is not an imposition because I invited you. Secondly, you need someone to look after you; you're not eating properly and not getting enough sleep. And thirdly, I won't charge you any rent, so you'll be financially better off as well." 

"Yes, mummy," I said with obvious mock humility, and she couldn't stop the laughter bubbling out. 

"Oh you. But at least give it some thought." 

"I don't really need to think about it too hard, mum, and if you're sure you're okay with it, I'll take you up on your offer, although I will have to go back for a few days to get the unit on the market and clear out all my junk." 

I returned to my own unit to tie up all the loose ends and contact a real estate agent. My heavier furniture went into storage and all the rest of my belongings were transferred to mum's place. She helped me move in with great enthusiasm and much laughter. 

I settled in and we quickly established an effective working relationship. Things looked set fair for a week or so, but then the first storm blew up. 

Late one Sunday afternoon, there was a ring at the doorbell. Mum answered, and my paternal grandmother sailed past her with her nose in the air. 

"I must see my grandson," she demanded and as I rose to my feet, she forced her way into the lounge. 

"Good, Ashley, I have some instructions for you." 

This set my teeth on edge; I had no great affection for my grandmother and her overbearing ways, and I wasn't about to bow to her demands. 

"I don't believe it will be either necessary or appropriate for your mother to be present during these discussions." 

Before my mother could comment, I jumped in, my temper starting to fray. 

"Anything you have to say to me, grandmother, can be said in front of my mother. The decision whether to stay is entirely up to her and not to you. In any case, I should tell her exactly what was said the minute you leave. Okay, mum, what would you like to do?" 

"I'll stay if I may, please, honey." 

"You heard the lady, grandmother, now what is it that's so urgent on a Sunday afternoon?" 

My grandmother looked at mum with open disdain, and then turned to me. 

"I have decided that it is not appropriate for you to continue to live with your mother. You shall pack and return to my house, where you will assume responsibility for the family trust. This was your father's role, but, regrettably, he is no longer able to take on that responsibility." 

I was only able to restrain my temper with a great deal of effort. "Grandmother, I'm not going to argue with you. I have not the slightest inclination to accede to your demands. In fact, I think them both ludicrous and presumptuous." 

"You have no option, Ashley. You are the sole remaining male heir and so the duty of trustee falls to you under the terms of the trust. It is your responsibility to take on this role and I expect you to do so." 

"Blessed is she who expecteth nothing, for she shall not be disappointed. In other words, grandmother, what part of 'no' is it that you don't understand." 

"You impertinent young pup. If this is to be your attitude, you will not receive one single penny from the family trust." 

The grip on my temper slipped. "Granny, you can take your ideas and shove them where the sun don't shine. The trust is cast in concrete and what is due to me will come to me. Is that clear enough?" 

"I don't have to stay here and be insulted like this, grandson or not." 

She stormed towards the door, and I gave her a parting shot. "Fine—just remember, you weren't invited here in the first place." 

After my grandmother's departure, I breathed a deep sigh and slumped into a convenient armchair. 

"Phew; I don't want to have to go through that too often." 

As I finished I realised that my mother had not said a word, and I looked at her to gauge her reaction. She looked at me with what I could only call amazement blended with admiration in her eyes. 

"Ash, I've never heard or heard of anyone speaking to that woman like that. I'm sure your father never did, but you took it completely in your stride." 

"No contest, Mum; I was certainly not going to be bullied by her, and I don't give a rat's hat about the sacred family trust. She was just trying it on for her own purposes. She's a control freak and doesn't respond well when people stand up against her." 

"Ash, I'm so proud of you." I stood as she walked over and gave me a soft, warm kiss on my forehead. "But be careful, she's a vindictive old witch, and she won't let go easily." 

"Thanks mum," and I linked my arms round her waist and drew her close for what I had expected would be a simple son/mum hug. But she was unexpectedly pliant and yielding, holding me tightly in return, her soft, warm body moulding itself to me. 

"Honey, please just hold me for a minute. I need to draw on some of your strength." 

I could smell the fresh fragrance of her shampoo as she nuzzled into me, and feel the warmth of her breath on my neck. But another part of my anatomy was reacting, and I'm sure mum felt this. 

She pulled away and smiled, whispering an enigmatic "Thank you," and kissed me on the tip of my nose. 

I watched her walk away, puzzled but aroused. Was mum coming on to me? Nah, couldn't happen—but if it did, what then? That led me to some deep speculation, and ultimately, a masturbation session as intense as any I could remember. 

We celebrated my birthday a few days later, and mum insisted on taking me to dinner. I readily agreed, knowing she would be dressed to kill, and I wasn't disappointed. She wore a cobalt blue dress in silk jersey with a rolled halter neck but completely bare shoulders. The ensemble was finished with a pair of black above the elbow opera gloves and 3" black patent pumps. I stared in admiration at this vision. 

"Judging by the expression on your face, I appear to be acceptable?" she laughed. 

"Um, yes, mum, you look absolutely gorgeous. I don't know how I'm able to keep my hands off you." 

She laughed, but her laughter had an almost excited quality about it. We took a taxi to the hotel, and as we entered it was obvious that mum was the centre of many admiring glances. "You do realise that you've already been stripped and raped six times, don't you," I whispered, but mum just giggled quietly. 

"Five of those times were by me," I continued, and she punched me gently on the arm, continuing to laugh. 

The meal was delicious and the company scintillating. Mum seemed to let go of her inhibitions and really enjoy herself. She was engaging, talkative, funny, flirty, tactile and generally had the time of her life. I was delighted to see her relax and enjoy herself, and just a little disappointed when we had to leave. 

We took a taxi home, and as we walked into the lounge, mum grabbed me and threw her arms round my neck, treating me to a hot wet kiss on the mouth. "Happy birthday, darling. I'm so glad you're back home again." 

That was as unexpected as it was pleasant, and while I was tempted to go further, there and then, I managed to resist, although it was a close run thing. Just as well as subsequent events showed. I thought I saw some movement outside the lounge window, but could see nothing and nobody there, and let it go as a figment of my imagination. 

It wasn't, because a few days later we had a visit from two police officers. "We have received information that you and your mother are engaged in an incestuous relationship, and we need to ask you some questions about this accusation." 

"I guess I could demand the presence of a lawyer before I say anything, but I won't because this is just trumped up bullshit. I know where it came from; my poisonous old bitch of a grandmother is trying it on. She has no evidence, just her corrupt mind." 

"That's as maybe, sir. We have her Statutory Declaration and some photographic evidence," and he produced a photograph of my mother and I embracing in the lounge. 

I laughed. "If that's the sum total of her evidence, I'm surprised you didn't just tell her to mind her own business. Still, here is my driving licence, officer. If you look at it, you'll notice that my date of birth is the same as the date stamp on the photo. Yes, my mother kissed me, an affectionate recognition of my birthday after a particularly pleasant meal." 

"Sergeant," I addressed the senior of the two officers, "would you mind telling me who instructed you to make this accusation, please?" 

"I'm afraid I can't comment on operational matters, sir." 

"No, I'm sure you can't, but can I suggest that you speak to Mrs Maddox senior and let her know she will be hearing from my solicitor concerning a potential action for defamation and lying under oath. Perhaps you can also let Detective Inspector Paul Cox know I shall be joining him in any such action." 

The sergeant looked at me carefully. "I see, sir. Now why should the inspector be involved in something like this?" 

"Because he and my grandmother have been connected socially for many years. It stands to reason that if she wanted to stir up a hornet's nest, she would whisper in Paul Cox's ear." 

The officers looked at each other and both blushed in embarrassment. "Our apologies, sir, there appears to have been a misunderstanding," and they crept from the house. 

"Will you really take action against your grandmother?" mum queried after they'd left. 

"Dunno, mum; let's wait and see what happens with the threat." 

"Oh Ash, thank you. You saw off the bad guys again. I'm so impressed; can I give you another 'birthday kiss', just to show you how grateful I am?" 

"Wild horses wouldn't stop me, mum," and this kiss was warm, wet and demanding, her mouth working against mine, with our tongues engaged in battle. She whispered endearments with meaningless murmurs of desire, and as we parted I could see a special light in her eyes. Nevertheless, with an enormous effort of willpower, we said goodnight decorously and retired to our separate beds. 

Early one morning about a week later, the receptionist rang through. "Mr Maddox, there's a Ms Julia Prentice who would like to see you. She doesn't have an appointment, but ..." 

"Aunt Julia. Yes, Betty, please show her in." 

I was on my feet and granted a powerful hug by my aunt, my mum's younger sister by four years. She was a smaller version of mum, with short, curly brown hair but with a permanent smile and a wicked sense of humour. She had been a real "wild child" in her younger days and had been married to a complete arsehole who had abused and degraded her. That broke up after a couple of years, and she subsequently "came out" as gay. I knew she had had a series of lovers and now was in a more stable relationship. Even so, I suspected that she was really bisexual, but couldn't find a guy to meet her rather exacting standards. 

We had always got on well, and I told her how happy I was to see her. 

"Hmm, yes, Ash, but you may not be when you hear what I have to say." Then her wicked twinkle shone from her eyes; "or maybe you will!" 

"Okay, Aunt Julia, spill the beans. What's going on?" 

"Ash, you may remember that your mum and I went out on the town a few days ago and had a great time." 

"Yes, I do recall some stumbling and giggling when you two returned at some disgusting hour." 

My aunt tried to look stern but, as always, failed. 

"Well, anyway, I need to tell you about part of our conversation. I won't beat about the bush, Ash, but to be ruthlessly honest, your mother confessed that she wants to make love to you, or, more to the point, she wants you to make love to her. She told me that she has been having fantasies about being with you and having you in her mind as she masturbates." 

My gasp swallowed my reply, and she continued. 

"Ash, I don't think you realise how lonely and how vulnerable your mother is. I'm sorry to say this, and you can throw me out if you like, but your father was no good for her. Particularly over the past few years, since your marriage in fact, he had become distant and indifferent towards your mother. She felt totally isolated, but stayed with him, I think, for appearances sake. I don't think she had the strength or resources to leave him, especially with the attitude of the wicked witch of the west." 

"Don't worry, Aunt J; I'm quite aware of my grandmother's vindictive nature, and I was aware that dad and mum's relationship had become strained. But there was nothing I could do about it, particularly as my own marriage started to fall apart." 

"Your mother told me that after you returned home, she felt almost whole again, and after you saw off your grandmother, she felt something approaching hero worship. But she was still scared that you'd find somewhere else to live and maybe marry again. You need to know that your mum is really a very sensual woman; sex means a lot to her—or it did. Now it seems to have been replaced by the idea of sex. 




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"My sister is a very complex woman. She desperately needs someone to really care about her, but she also needs someone to be in control, so she can let go and give that person everything. I've been her only real confidante for a long time, and I know how depressed she's becoming without anyone to turn to. Other than me, that is, and I can't be there all the time. 

"On the down side, your mother is desperately afraid that she will be seen as wicked, depraved and maybe even insane. She's obviously not, and she loves you very much, but I think she is having difficulty expressing her feelings towards you. For her, the worst thing that could possibly happen is that you would think she is some sort of freak and walk out on her." 

"I see. So now I'm staying with her, she's starting to look at me as a potential lover. Do you think she understands the implications of the word 'incest'?" 

"Oh yes, Ash; we talked about that at length. You can't have children, so that closes out one objection. So far as legality is concerned, she believes that there is only an issue if someone complains. She certainly won't and I just want her to be happy." 

Here, my aunt's smile returned in a blaze of glory. 

"Okay, Aunt J, but what about the moral issue?" 

"She was even more certain about that. 'If two people really love each other, then who cares if they demonstrate it physically?' Her very words. Now, tell me, do you love your mother?" 

"I'd take a bullet for her, Aunt J, and if truth be told, I've always seen her as a beautiful if rather fragile woman and I know that she has repressed much of her lighter and more sensual nature. She's always been a wonderful, supportive mother, but there has also been a rather defensive edge to her, as if she was trying to protect herself. And, alright, seeing as we're being honest, I have had fantasies about her as well." 

My aunt giggled. "So what are you waiting for, stud. Get home and get into her panties and you'll have a slave for life." 

"Aunt Julia, sometimes I almost despair about you—but I like the theory." 

"Good boy, but don't focus too strongly on fragility. If she's shown love and compassion, she'll blossom into a hot, willing, enthusiastic partner. And she will be able to let herself go and give herself to you, letting her submissive side come into play. Trust your old aunt, Ash, I know her really well." 

My aunt rose to go and I gave her a fond hug. "Thank you, Aunt J. I know—you can dance at our wedding." 

"What a lovely thought; I'll hold you to that." And she walked out, leaving me with a lot to think about. 

"Betty, what does my diary look like for the rest of the day?" 

"Well, Mr M, your 2.30 client has cancelled and rescheduled, but after that, you're free. If you remember, you were going to catch up on paperwork," she commented hopefully. 

"Hmm. Well, I think I'm going to take an early minute instead, Betty, but I'll be in on time tomorrow." 

I packed up and headed for home, my head in a buzz, and my cock trying to force its way out of my pants. Mum and I were going to have a talk—first, and then maybe, let nature take its course. 

"Hi mum, I'm home," I yelled as I walked through the door. 

"Hi honey, I'm in the kitchen preparing tonight's meal, one of your favourites. You're home early; I hope nothing's wrong." 

I ambled up to mum and wrapped my arms round her waist and she leaned her head back into my shoulder. "Mmm, smells great. And so does the food." 

"Thank you, sweetie, now scram while I finish the meal." 

"Yes, mummy." I teased and deposited myself untidily in the lounge. 

A little later, mum came into the room, wiping her hands on an apron and asked, "Okay, Ash, so what are you doing home at this time?" 

"Mum, I need to talk to you, maybe the most important talk I've ever had with you." 

Her hand went to her mouth in dismay. "Oh god, Ash, is there something seriously wrong? Are you in trouble? How can I help you? Please, my dear, don't hold anything back, I need to know." 

"Well, mum, it all depends on how you look at it. I had a long talk with Aunt Julia this morning." 

Now mum looked puzzled. "Okay and ..." 

"She told me, in considerable detail, about a talk you two had when you were out on the razz a few nights ago." 

"Yes, I remember that evening. We had a great time and talked almost non-stop about all sorts of things, so what ..." 

Mum stopped and the colour drained from her face. "Oh my god. Did she tell you about my ... about my fantasies? 

"She did, mum." 

"Ash, these were just fantasies. Don't tell me you've never fantasised about an affair with a film star or something like that." 

"No, mum, but that is so far removed from reality that it would never amount to anything. But this is different—isn't it?" 

She hesitated, sitting heavily in a chair opposite me, her face turned to the floor. After a short while, she looked up, apprehension written across her face. 

"Ash, I need to be completely honest with you because you knowing about my fantasies has ripped away all the defences I've built up over the last few years. Now I'm having to put my life in your hands." Her vulnerability showed through in her hesitant, diffident words and her shallow, rapid breathing. 

"Before you start drowning in guilt, mum, hear me out. Do you really think that if I was offended, embarrassed or angry I'd be here talking to you like this?" 

"Probably not, honey, but this is so dangerous, so abnormal, so depraved, it may be difficult for me to get through it all." 

I was still curious about how all this had developed. "Mum, how did this happen? What caused you to develop this fantasy about you and me? Where did it all come from?" 

A cloud of emotions sped over her face—fear, uncertainty, anxiety, excitement; she might have been a parachutist about to make her first jump, and by no means certain the parachute was properly packed. 

"It all started when you were eighteen. Do you remember, your father and I took you out for a big meal at the Excelsior?" 

"Remember? I'll never forget that evening." 

"Me either. I could hardly believe how handsome you looked, and how you treated me like a princess. I was stunned that my son could be so charming and mature. And then we danced, especially the tango, and I felt like a real woman for the first time in my life. That night I had my first erotic dream about you. It was really quite tame, but you held me and kissed me, and I just melted." 

"Hmm, I see." 

"Those dreams became more frequent and more explicit. You were always in charge, making me do things that I would never have dreamt of doing with your father, but you were so dominant and so in control that I had no option. What was more important to me was that I loved being with you in that way. I came to crave that feeling of being able to lose myself with you and not be in control. And the things you did with me and to me became almost like an obsession. 

"One night, I dreamed you had instructed me to masturbate in front of you, working myself up to a devastating orgasm. I woke with my hand between my legs and my panties soaked in my juices. 

"Another time I dreamed you were taking me doggy style and it was so real and so intense that I screamed just as I woke up. It woke your father, but I persuaded him that I'd had a bad dream; the reality was that I'd had a wonderful dream." 

"I see, mum; something must have had a profound effect on you." 

"I know; I think the biggest effect of all came on the night of your wedding. I dreamed that I had been your bride and we went to the honeymoon suite. I was dressed in a tight, white bustier, with white seamed stockings attached, four inch white patent leather pumps and a bridal veil. I can remember as if it was yesterday; you removed the bustier and pinched my nipples hard. I squealed with erotic pain and threw my arms round your neck, kissing you deeply. 

"Then you pulled me across your lap and spanked me, saying, 'This is how our life will be in future.' God help me, I sobbed with desire and demanded that this was how you would always treat me to show you were my master. I woke the next morning feeling drained, but completely fulfilled. It was such a beautiful sensation." 

I laughed. "The funny thing is, mum, that when Sarah and I reached the honeymoon hotel, we were both exhausted, so we postponed our lovemaking until the next day. What you were dreaming of hadn't happened." 

"Okay, smartypants, but in my fevered mind, it had." 

She conceded that the dreams were still happening, and had become more vivid since I had moved back home. She told me that a recent dream had been especially potent. "You took me into the shower and soaped every inch of my body. Then you made me assume the submissive position, on my knees with my back straight and my tits thrust out. And then ... and then you pissed on my tits, aiming straight at the nipples. Oh god, it was wonderful; I felt so totally humiliated, but that was what I needed, to show you my true role as your sub, willing to do absolutely anything for you. Once again, I woke with my panties soaked in my juices and feeling really horny." 

"Mum, you do realise that we need to resolve this issue and find out what's been going on in your head, don't you?" 

"I guess so, honey." 

"So, what do you think has caused all these dreams about you and me together in increasingly hot sexual encounters?" 

"I ...I... don't kn...know." 

Mum was trembling, her body vibrating with powerful emotions, and I suddenly realised she was deathly afraid. I needed to know why. 

"Okay, mum, I know you're really scared of something; please tell me about it.' 

Not a sound from my mother, who stared at me like a rabbit caught in the headlights. 

"Mother," I snapped, "tell me about it NOW." 

She gasped and sobbed, "Ash, I'm so afraid I'll lose you. I'm so scared that now you know how I feel about you that you'll think I'm completely depraved, you won't want anything more to do with me, that you'll pack your things and walk out in disgust, that you'll never speak to me ..." 

I looked deeply into her eyes. My mother's soul was stripped bare, and she had put herself, her happiness and her future completely into my hands. She desperately needed the certainty of a caring master, and believed that it had to be me, but the underpinnings of her conventional upbringing remained in place. 

"Tell me, mother, what do you most want to happen? Forget the conventions, the moral limits and the potential problems. Right this minute, what is your deepest desire?" 

Her voice trembled as she stammered out her deepest needs, and I took both her hands in mine as a sign of support. 

"I ... oh god, this is so difficult. I ... can't escape from the desire to be with you ... in every possible way. To be ... your lover ... to be your ... your slave. To obey you in everything you demand. For you to own me. There would be no limits, Ash, anything your heart desires I will provide." 

The silence was almost tangible until I broke it. "First of all, then, mother, kiss me as if doing so will save your life." 

Wrapping her arms around me, she drew my mouth to hers and we kissed, a long, sweet, hot kiss. Our tongues leapt to each other, swirling and tumbling around each other's mouth in a passionate dance of love and lust. She tasted delicious and sinful, and I could hardly get enough of her sensual, forbidden mouth. My mother shuddered as I stroked down behind her ears and along her back, and moaned as I broke the kiss. 

"Oh god, Ash, I'm falling into an abyss of lust and desire. Please, my love, please be with me and I'll be whoever you want me to be and do anything you say." 

"Very well, mother. Take off your panties and give them to me." 

Her eyes never left mine as she lifted the hem of her dress and slid her serviceable white cotton briefs to the floor, then picked them up with trembling hands and gave them to me. They were warm and damp and I held them to my nose, stimulated by the potent aroma of her arousal. 

I growled deep in my throat, and my mother again demonstrated her impression of a rabbit in the headlights. 

"Now, mother, take off the rest of your clothes and stand in front of me with your arms at your sides." 

She obeyed, hesitantly at first, but with an increasing sense of inevitability, tinged with desire. 

For a forty four year old woman, my mother's body was truly amazing, and feeling its soft smooth warmth under my hands was an erotic sensation in itself. I moved to her slipping an arm around her waist and then tipping her head back, bringing my lips to hers in a long, lingering and wholly sensual kiss. This had a surprisingly warm, gentle quality, without urgency, without being in a hurry to go any further. As this intimate physical and emotional contact grew, the kiss became both more intense and more exploratory. 

I briefly broke the kiss in order to renew it again and again, nibbling at my mother's lower lip in a way that had her gasping for breath. 

My hand moved round to cup her breast and she moaned, thrusting herself into my hand. 

"Oh god, honey, it feels so good to have you play with my breasts. Your father used to just maul me, and although I love having my tits played with, the way you do it is so arousing and makes me feel so horny. It's so very hot and they respond to your touch in ways that make me start to lose control. You make me feel as if you love and care about them. Do it some more and ... oh god, please kiss my nipples." 

"Sit down, mother," and as I said this, my kisses moved to her neck, behind her ears and then I bit firmly but gently into a lobe, all the while caressing her breasts with my hands. She quivered and shook, whispering my name as my hands moved over her body. 

I knelt on the floor between her legs and flicked at her nipples, which were erect and seemed to be almost painfully hard. I licked one, and then gently bit into it and she screamed, the wanton sound of a woman who was losing all control. 

"Do you like that, mother? Do you like your son biting your delicious nipples?" 

"Oh god ... I can't ... I've never ... Please don't stop ..." 

"I asked you a question, mother, did you like that?" and to emphasize my point, I took a nipple between the finger and thumb of each hand and twisted them, pulling them out until her breasts formed smooth, full cones. 

She shook as if having a seizure and screamed her release as an orgasm, obviously unexpected, overtook her, taking her to places she had only ever dreamed about. 

I breathed deeply, entranced by the potent aroma of her arousal. 

"What do you want, mother?" I was firm and clear, demanding an answer. 

"You," she gasped. 

"Mmm, well, mother, you need to know there are some limits. You must have a safe word so if anything I do becomes intolerable, you can use it and I will stop. That word is 'wombat'. I don't do animals or under-age sex, I don't do punishments that will cause lasting harm and I don't do piercing. I do want to spank you and maybe bind you. I want to get a whole range of toys; vibrators, butt plugs and dildos, nipple clamps and other toys. 

"I may humiliate, punish or discipline you according to my needs and my preferences. On the other hand, I shall require you to dress as I see fit, and we will get you a wardrobe of slutty, revealing outfits, lingerie and heels. I may require you to have sex with women, and I shall call you 'slut', 'whore', 'bitch' or any other term that takes my fancy. Oh, and please don't call me "master"; I don't think I've earned that title yet. Stick with "Sir" in future. Is all that clear, mother?" 

Her breathing had altered and was coming in short fast gasps, with her breasts heaving and flushing almost as if she was coming close to a climax. "Oh yes, Sir, yes, please treat me that way. It is what I've always dreamed of; call me slut, call me whore; it makes me feel naughty, it makes me feel nasty and it lets me know I truly belong to you, which I want so much. And, yes, I want you to fuck me, hard and forcefully." 

I held her close, nipping quickly at each nipple, and then started kissing my way downwards. She gasped, knowing where I was heading, and trembled with anticipation and excitement. I knew, now, that I was in full control of my mother's body, and she would do nothing, could do nothing to prevent me from doing whatever I liked. 

She told me later that it seemed as if her physical body had disappeared and been replaced by a trembling collection of feelings, desires, needs, demands that silently screamed inside her, but could only make themselves heard by a jumble of incoherent gasps and moans. 

"Ooh Ash. Please ... please kiss me ... kiss my pussy. Take me to paradise. Please, my darling son, kiss my cunt." 

"I want to drive you crazy with lust, mother, to have you quivering on the brink of a major orgasm, then I'm going to fuck you, hard, fast and send you blasting into orbit. First of all, though, take me to your bedroom." 

Her only reply was a deep ecstatic moan. But she hurried out of the room and I followed, watching her entrancing globes wiggle and sway. 

I pushed her onto her back on the bed, and she sprawled in a posture so inelegant but at the same time, so lascivious that my already hard cock seemed to become a steel bar. 

I joined her on the bed and kissed her as she greedily tried to trap my mouth with hers. Then I kissed, licked and nibbled my way down, behind her ears, into the soft, smooth scoops at the base of her neck, then down towards her breasts. 

I took her hands and held them above her head, telling her to hold onto the rail. That had the effect of pushing her breasts up, making them look even more enticing. "Do not let go of the rail, mother, or I shall walk out of here." She gave a deep moan but held on as I had instructed her to do. 

She whimpered and begged me to take her and make her my woman. I continued the tease, making her writhe and shudder as I worked around each breast, nearing the hard, sensitive tip while she squeaked with passion, the squeaks turning to screams as I bit each nipple. 

I kissed down her stomach, making her skin jump when I passed over the sensitive nerve endings and approached her perfumed sex. I licked down along her slit, now well lubricated with her juices and tasting delicious. This really started her motor running and she twisted and squirmed, trying to get me to penetrate her overheating pussy. 

How could I resist? I rolled my tongue sideways and pushed it into her to the accompaniment of squeals and demands for more, then licked upwards running my tongue firmly across her clit. Her squeals turned to screams of pleasure. Her enthusiasm became greater when I bit lightly on her clit. 

"Oh god, Ash, you've made me so wet with excitement, your cock should have no difficulty in filling my pussy. Please, my darling son, please mount me from behind. Fuck me like a bitch on heat, because that's what I am." 

I didn't need to be asked twice and as my mother positioned herself in the middle of the bed, head down and her curvy bottom high in the air, I moved up behind her, first slapping each cheek firmly. 

"Oh, god—you're making me even hotter, and I'm so ready for you." 

With that, I first stroked my rigid cock along her drooling slit, causing her to moan and cry out with pleasure. Then I inserted first the head of my cock into her pussy, and then with one long, slow thrust, impaled my mother on my rampant organ. She screamed with a mix of excitement, lust and erotic pain. 

"Fuck me, fuck me hard you incestuous motherfucker. Do me properly. Use that gorgeous cock on my needy pussy. Ride me until I cum." 

My mother thrashed and moaned, continually begging for more and screaming her bliss as I ploughed remorselessly into her clinging, receptive cunt. 




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"I want more. I want you to take me. I can't stop myself. Please! Please harder, more. Please give me more ... own me," she groaned. 

The climax, when it came, was monumental. Her cunt gripped me hard as I swelled, feeling my cum boiling in my lower abdomen and my balls, then forcing itself up through my rigid cock. My thrusts became shorter and more intense and I groaned with excitement and that beautiful sensation just on the border of pain. My mother's screams rose in a keening wail and as I exploded into her, she came with an earth-shaking orgasm. She shook like a tree in a hurricane and then went completely rigid before she collapsed forwards. 

I was sufficiently considerate to fall sideways and not crush her, but when we both recovered, mum looked at her conqueror with a cheeky grin. 

"Honey, I think it would be appropriate for me to clean you up," and so saying, she slithered down my body and laved my now shrinking cock until it was completely clean of our combined juices. 

"Tell me who you belong to, Claire." This was the first time I had used her given name, and it created a new dimension, a new relationship between us." 

"Oh god, Ash, I belong to you, body and soul, totally. I am your woman and your plaything and I love you without hesitation. And I want you to use my name. It makes me feel like a real woman, your real woman."" 

"I am crazy in love with you too, and I intend to spend a lot of time proving it to you." I kissed her, soft, hot and wet and she murmured into my neck as she nuzzled close to me, almost trying to get under my skin. 

We recovered from this delicious encounter; my mother dressed in a loose house dress and high heeled sandals and went downstairs to make coffee and a snack for both of us. I was ravenous and I dressed and followed her down and we sat and relaxed, talking gently about nothing in particular. 

My mother seemed to be coming to some sudden realisation about her needs and our relationship. 

"Ashley, may I please show you how grateful I am and how much I want to serve you?" 

"That sounds like a very good idea, mother, Show me just how much you will be prepared to submit to me." 

She looked at me with heavy, lust filled eyes and dropped to her knees, undoing the zip on my slacks and easing my now rigid member through the opening. She hummed with pleasure deep in her throat and then licked sensuously around the inflamed head of my cock. 

This was something close to magic as she worked further down, her tongue swirling around me and making me harder than I had ever believed possible. 

"Mmm, please, Ash, please cum in my mouth. I do so want to taste you and feel your essence slide down my throat." 

The next few minutes—hours, days, years, eons—were a good working definition of heaven. Her soft, wet tongue worked its way up, down and around my cock and around my balls, bathing them in her saliva. Then she sucked my now swollen head into her mouth, working it with her tongue, humming softly as she did so, paying special attention to the extra-sensitive area just below the head. 

Her hands at first supported her on my hips, but shortly, one hand moved around to cup and stroke my balls as she sucked me towards orgasm. It wasn't long in coming as her mouth and hands worked their magic on my throbbing cock, and her lips formed a firm seal around my cock-head as my climax grew. 

She murmured as she worked—"mmmm" repeated over and over again demonstrating her joy in being able to service me in ways that I so enjoyed. My moans rose in a crescendo until I felt the bubbling delight working its way through my lower abdomen to my balls. Then in a powerful spasm, I shot my load into my mother's warm, wet, sensitive mouth, as I howled my success in a roar of lust fuelled dominance. She held my cock in her mouth, milking the last few drops until I shrunk and slipped through her possessive lips. 

"Thank you so much Sir, that was delicious. I love the taste of your cum, and any time you feel a need to fuck my face I will be waiting to take you in my mouth." 

"Really beautiful, mother. You have all the expertise of a world-class cocksucker without the experience. How can that be?" 

"That is because I love you without hesitation, and I will do anything you want. I couldn't do this with anyone else, but you are so special to me. I listened to your breathing and the little "hitches" as you became increasingly aroused. I listened to the sounds of your excitement and worked around your beautiful cock to make them happen more and more." 

We shared a bed together for the first time that night, with my mother spooned close to my back. I slept better than I had done for some time, and the alarm jerked me awake, telling me I had to get back to work. My mother stayed asleep as I went for a shower, but the bed was empty when I returned. 

My mother was preparing breakfast as I ambled into the kitchen, and her smile lit up the room. She radiated happiness and a sense of satisfaction, reinforced by a long, slow kiss that made my toes curl. 

"Hi honey," she purred. "Do you have to go to work today? I was hoping you could stay home and teach me how to be a good girl for you." 

"And punish you if you're not?" 

She blushed and giggled, but just nodded her head in agreement. 

"Delightful though that would certainly be, mum, I've got a diary full of appointments. Still, tomorrow is Friday; why don't you plan something for the evening and let's see where that takes us." 

"Oh yes Sir, that sounds wonderful. I'll make it really special; something you'll never forget." and she laughed, low, hot, sensual. 

I arrived home the next evening to find the lounge lit only by a multitude of candles. In the middle of the room, my mother knelt, naked, in a submissive posture, on her knees with her back erect and her knees slightly parted. Her hands were on her thighs, palms up, and her face down, looking towards the floor. 

"Use me, Sir. Use me any way you want. I am your fuck toy and you can take me however it pleases you." 

"A delightful idea, mother; first, link your hands behind your head and pull your elbows back." 

The effect was immediate and delicious. Her breasts stood out, inviting globes of pale sweet flesh and I moved to flick her nipples. She gasped and her buds firmed immediately. 

"Mmm, I can see I'm going to enjoy myself, mother. Now, stand but keep your hands behind your head. Now, turn slowly so I can get a good view of your delectable butt." 

I couldn't resist the perfect heart shape of her bottom and moving in front of her, I reached round and stroked those smooth curvy globes. 

"I think you're ready for me now, mother, and I'm going to fuck you hard. Your bedroom, I think." I envisioned taking her hard with no mercy. I looked deeply into her eyes; they seemed unfocused, her face suffused with unconcealed lust. 

"Please Sir, I beg you, may I ride you? May I give you my tits to play with while you drive up inside me?" 

"Of course, slut. I think that would make me very happy." 

"Yes, master, I am a slut. Your slut and only yours. Use me any way you want, that's all I ask." 

Her breathing started to become a little ragged, a little excited. 

"First, strip me, mother." 

She was quick but careful, starting with my shirt, then asking me in a quiet submissive voice if I would please sit while she removed my shoes and socks. Unexpectedly, she kissed both my feet, whispering, "Master," as she did so. Then my slacks and my boxers, leaving me naked and with my erection all but out of control. 

I threw myself onto the middle of the bed. My mother looked at me, her desire, her longing almost palpable as she moved slowly over me and lowered herself towards my rampant, rock hard cock. Then the most beautiful sensation I could ever remember as she lowered herself agonisingly slowly down onto me, and I slid up into her superheated velvet cavern. 

She moaned as I lost control and, grabbing her hips, pulled her down the rest of the way until I was fully buried in her. She sat up, linking her hands behind her head and pushing out her proud tits, showing them ripe and ready for me to play with and torture. 

"Please Sir, my beautiful son, my love, please fuck me, please hurt my tits, please fill me with your seed, please ..." 

Her pleas were replaced by screams as I slapped her tits across her nipples and she forced herself down on my cock, seeking the greatest possible penetration. 

"Yes, oh god, yes, do me hard. Take me. Treat me like the bitch I am ... make me your woman, your slut and I will do anything, be anything you desire. I am yours without any boundaries. Please ... "and then her words turned into primitive, animal sounds, meaningless sounds of ecstasy and bliss. 

I knew that it wouldn't be very long before we both exploded in orgasm. I could feel my cum starting to boil and move towards my straining cock. At the same time, I could feel her cunt pulsating, grasping and working against me in a hot, silken grip demonstrating her own passion and desire. 

She started to shake and wail, and I pulled and twisted her nipples. Her wail rose to an ululating scream and my cum surged relentlessly upwards to bathe her cunt in my juice. That was all it took to finish her off and an ear-piercing scream announced that her orgasm had overtaken her in a rainbow of sensual delight. 

I held her in my arms as our mutual climaxes gradually diminished, and she kissed me warm and softly, her sweet mouth moving gently against me with her tongue lazily searching for mine. Her eyes were soft and smoky and she looked thoroughly satisfied. 

I felt the same way as I held her sweet body close to me and stroked her back. This caused her to almost purr like a contented cat as she looked at me and smiled. 

"I don't ever remember feeling so contented, so fulfilled." 

"Well, yes, I guess you have been filled full, or almost so," I laughed. 

"You are so naughty, but I can't even begin to tell you how good it feels to be full of cock, to feel you thrusting up into me, to feel my cunt gripping you and rippling along your shaft, and then to have you explode the way you did. Please, promise me you'll make it happen again." 

"And again, and again and again." 

Next morning I was sitting at the kitchen table wearing only a gown and shorts, drinking coffee and reading the paper. I knew mum was up and about, but it was a pleasant surprise when I felt her soft hands slide down my chest and stroke across my nipples. I held her hands to me and heard her warm laughter as I did so. 

"So what's all this about, mum?" I enquired. 

She sat next to me and put her hands over mine on the table. "Do I need an excuse to show my lovely son how much I care?" she teased. 

"No, never, but may I demonstrate my affection in the same way?" 

She growled deep in her throat and loosened the tie on her own robe. "I don't think I'd be able to stop you—and, in any case, I don't want to try." 

I stood and moved behind her chair, first running my hands through her silky hair. Then I moved the robe off her shoulders, and stroked the soft smooth skin of her shoulders and neck, kissing and nibbling after my hands. My mother's breathing became heavy and she panted with rising excitement as my hands moved lower. 

Moving my hands sideways, I enfolded each breast in a hand, boosting her luscious globes, and moving them gently upwards. Then, continuing to hold her left breast in my hand, I teased around the areola with my right hand and pulled out the now engorged nipple to its full extent. 

My mother gave a deep, needy groan at this demonstration of my lust for her body and joined in by pinching the nipple of her own right breast. I moved her hand away and repeated the treatment myself, pulling and twisting her firm nipple. 

She moaned with disappointment when I stopped, but I moved round in front of her and sank to my knees. I again played with her left breast, and was rewarded with a loud squeal when I took areola and nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling. 

I could sense she was starting to lose control; her hands gripped my head feverishly, pulling me towards her, and she whimpered, then screamed as I bit into the nipple. She continued with a flood of meaningless, erotically driven sounds which became more urgent as I transferred my attentions to her right breast. 

I knew her tits were really sensitive, and I determined to make her orgasm with just this enticement, keeping up the pressure and adding my own verbal stimulus, demanding that she cum for me as her climax grew. 

She did. Her screams rose to a wail of lust driven pleasure as her orgasm blew her apart and she shuddered and writhed in my arms. 

"Oh god, Ash, that was so good; it's so beautiful to cum just with my tits getting the right attention. You do it so well—you create hot, sexy images in my mind, images of me surrendering to you, even ..." and here she blushed an even deeper crimson than had already been spreading across her chest and face, "... even images of you spanking my tits and causing that superb pleasure/pain in my nipples that translates straight to my pussy and makes me howl in release." 

"You make it possible, mum. You're like a perfect instrument that I can play and make beautiful music. You are just so hot I can hardly keep my hands off you, but if I don't, your heat will burn me up." 

"No, that would never do, honey," her voice was low and smoky. "I want to be there for you any time, any way" 

"You are the most important person in the world to me, Claire. But I need you to understand that submitting to me changes the nature of our relationship. You are giving me carte blanche to do anything I like to you, and you will accept that without question." 

"Yes, my love, I know, and that's what I most need. I trust you completely, and being your sex toy is so exciting for me. It means I can explore my own sexuality, safe in your arms, and go wherever you want me to. You only have to say it, and I shall do it." 

"You're taking a hell of a risk, mum; I may turn out to be a sexual predator, determined to harm you in as many ways as possible." 

My mother laughed, a warm, gentle sound, and looked at me with an expression of total love and trust. "I don't think so, honey. I've known you for twenty six years; don't you think I've got a pretty good idea of the sort of person you are?" 

"I guess so, mum—I just want you to be completely okay with what we're doing." 

"Like I said, stud, anything, any time." 

By now I had come to realise that, for us, dominance and submission was not about crude sadism on the part of the dom and unquestioning masochism on the part of the sub. First of all, it was fun. But more importantly, perhaps, there was a deep, abiding love and respect on my part, and the hitherto unmet need of my mother to be loved and to be controlled in a safe and sensually liberating way. 

As time went by, my mother's need for sex increased; not in the sense that she became a nymphomaniac, because her desires were centred strictly on me. She loved any form of physical contact, although we hadn't yet ventured into anal sex. 

We touched often, and I quickly discovered her erogenous zones, some of which she hadn't even known herself. The soft skin of the inside of her upper arms and her armpits responded well to being kissed, and she giggled and became very vocal when I nibbled and sucked her toes. 

My mother told me that she wanted, needed the intimacy of close physical contact and I sat in the large armchair in the lounge and instructed her to sit on my lap and work her head into my neck. She did so, whispering obscene and depraved suggestions to me as to what I could do to her. 

And one day she opened up with a confession. "Ash, I ... I ... well, I guess I have this fantasy and it's becoming more vivid." 

"Does it involve me?" 

She sat up and looked directly into my eyes. "Oh yes; all my fantasies involve you." 

"I see. You'd better come here and sit on my lap and tell me about it—in detail." 

"It's about being spanked—not beaten until I'm howling with pain, but feeling vulnerable and helpless, bent over your knee, feeling humiliated that my own son should be spanking his mother. I know I'm under your control, and I want that so much; oh god it really does turn me on and makes me totally horny." 

"Mmm. Sounds delicious. And I know how sensitive a woman's bottom can be." She trembled as I nibbled at her ear. "And yours is truly delicious. The idea of playing with your bottom turns me on, too." 

"Your father rarely aroused me in that way, certainly not later in our marriage. But once or twice earlier on, he put me over his knee and spanked me and I experienced a warmth that spread through to my sex." 

"Okay, the sexy feeling in your bottom has to work its way through layers of fat ..." 

"Are you saying I've got a fat bum, you nasty man," she laughed. 

"Not at all; yours is just perfect. But unless you're one of these anorexic women who balance on the bones of their pelvis, you're going to have some padding. And your padding is delicious. In fact, I'd love to rip your panties off and bite it right now." 

"Patience, naughty boy. I haven't finished my fantasy yet. So I'm across your knee and you spank me and it's a lovely stingy feeling and then you stroke, caress, rub and massage my bottom. Ooh, that gets me so hot. 

"And then I squirm, which makes my clit rub against you and stimulate me more. But do you know what's even better? For me, it's the feeling that I can surrender and submit to you. I need to give up control and give myself permission to feel sexy from being controlled by you. 

"And, do you know what, I want to go further. I want to role play with you. I want to be the naughty wife who has spent too much money on lingerie. You are my husband and have found out and you're going to punish me." 

My mother groaned, deep in her throat at the image we were both creating. In turn, my cock was becoming almost painfully trapped in my pants. 

"You are stern and say that the amount of spanks you receive will depend completely on how sexy you think I look. I'll shower and put on slutty makeup and I wear the lingerie that I bought to show you it wasn't a waste of money. Then you make me crawl across the floor to you and beg you to punish me. You have me stand up and inspect my body, commenting on things like my tits, my bottom, maybe my hair and makeup, as well as the clothes I'm wearing and the 5" pumps that I teeter across the floor on when you have me stand." 

"Yes, mother. Then you beg me to forgive you; I tell you that I am spanking you 'for your own good' but that if you are a good girl, I will take you hard and fast after the spanking is over." 

Again, the deep, sensual groan as my mother became more aroused by her own narrative. 

"And you demand that I lay across your knees, then you play with my bottom, squeezing it and 'testing' its firmness. Then you feel between my legs to see if I'm getting wet. You tell me what you are going to do to my bottom, and how it will look in a few minutes. I start to tremble with excitement, and you know I am really ready. 

"After a few spanks, you stroke and rub my bottom firmly, working the heat up into my sexual core, making me hot and excited. Then, you decide that you need to spank my bare bottom, and I almost tear off my flimsy panties, and you give me more glorious spanks. But then, oh god, you caress my clit, stroking along my pussy and just gently working around and touching my anus. 

"More spanks, slow and irregular leading to a high anticipation and ecstatic tension. More heat, more wonderful sensations from my bottom into my cunt with your hand fondling my bottom until I'm in a state of quivering submissive helplessness. I am so ready for sex; you have aroused me to a point where I will do anything if you will just make me cum. And I know my naked bottom squirming over your cock has made it hard and ready for my eager pussy. 




Forbidden



Prologue Jules: I am not that kind of woman. I am married, loved, cared for. I love my husband. I have no right to want more, no right to desire something else, someone else. A desire like that should be forbidden, should not be lived out. But he, Tom, knew. He knew what I wanted, what I craved. He knew what we both wanted from one another. He can give me the pleasure I crave. The kind of pleasure my husband can't give me because he loves me too much. So I submit to the forbidden.

+ + + + +

Tom: I brushed my hand through my hair and adjusted my tie, admitting to myself that I was nervous. I was on time to pick up my date for dinner at the Miller's.

For dinner with Jules.

Finally, a chance to meet her face to face, a chance to shake her hand, hear her talk, listen to her thoughts and opinions. 

Maybe once I meet her, my odd obsession with the town's veterinarian's wife would be gone. 

Ever since I'd first seen her, running around town doing her grocery shopping, I couldn't get her pointed face and the shape of her body out of my mind. How she'd quietly talked to a friend on the street, her starched blouse tugged in, the sensible skirt hugging her hips. How her breasts had moved beneath her blouse. That ass. Her demure body language. 

How she kept her gaze to the ground.

Why I couldn't shake the absolute certainty that she was a submissive.

I was crazy. 

If she knew my thoughts, she would be beyond creeped out. But I wasn't going to act on my strange feelings, wasn't going to make her uncomfortable. I'd never touched a woman who wasn't a willing participant. But I would take a good, long, hard look at her.

How she reacted to me.

Her husband was a nice guy, so I'd heard. Well respected, well off. And I had no intentions whatsoever to take his place.

I wasn't looking for a girlfriend, wife or a random fuck with a hot, married woman who walked, talked, dressed like she hadn't been fucked well and good in forever.

No, I was looking for someone special. I was looking for someone to teach, dominate and control. Someone who begged for pain, cruelty and punishment at my hands. Someone who begged for my hard cock down her throat, hands tied, leashed.

I was looking for a willing, eager submissive. And tonight, I'd find out if that someone was Jules.

+ + + + +

Jules: Tom. Such a simple, short name for a man so intriguing, I thought, and closed the door behind our dinner guests. I felt hot, flushed for some reason. 

I turned around to my husband, said, "That was an interesting night, wasn't it? That Tom guy...what do you think of him?" 

"Well, pleasant enough, very polite," Christopher replied as he cleared up their guest's wine glasses off the dining table. "Is Susan dating him seriously?"

"It's more casual she said."

I watched my husband, as I love to do. His quiet, steady demeanor, the laugh lines around his eyes that never quite smoothed out. 

My husband wasn't an intriguing man. I didn't think anyone had ever thought that about him. He was a solid man, with capable hands and a warm heart who was a vet during the day and cooked dinner for his friends and his wife at night. 

I loved him to death. 

I wondered if it would be weird bringing up Tom again. 

"He gave me his card, you know," I said. "Before he left with Susan. Said he was considering selling his house. He lives up on Alder Lane, beautiful property, Susan told me."

"Susan would now, gossip queen that she is," Christopher said with a quick glance. "I saw you two whispering in the kitchen. What was that about?"

I waved my hand. "Just girl talk." I laughed, but uneasiness crept up my spine. "She told me that she's trying to get him more interested in her, but that he's very guarded. She heard that he's into really kinky stuff so she was curious about dating him."

I laughed to cover up how nervous I was. "She told me that she is trying to get him into bed and he resists her attempts. Isn't that funny?"

Christopher paused, catching my gaze. "Kinky stuff?"

"You know, bondage, rough sex. She said he's a dominant, whatever that means." I knew exactly what it meant, and my heart beat in my throat. 

"I see," my husband said slowly. "And you were fascinated by that?"

"Not really," I lied. My words hung in the air between us, and suddenly I felt cold and hot at the same time. 

"And he gave you his card?"

I nodded. I couldn't shake the words that Susan had whispered in my ear, what she'd said about Tom, about his...sexual pasttimes. "I might give him a call tomorrow to arrange a viewing of the house."

My husband nodded, then made his way upstairs to the bedroom. "I'm beat, honey. You coming too?"

"In a minute, yes," I replied. 

I grabbed my wine glass, drained the remainder. 

Alone, I gave myself permission to look at Tom's card with his address. 

"Call me," he'd said. "Or text. Let's have coffee to discuss if it's a good time to sell." His gaze had lingered, dark, stern, the corners on his mouth slightly upturned, until I couldn't meet his gaze anymore.

He wasn't a tall man, but still taller than me, and he was built like a bull with wide shoulders and a barrel chest. His handshake had been firm, warm, a moment too long.

My face had turned hot. No idea why. He was just a guy looking for a real estate agent, shouldn't feel awkward. Selling houses was my job.

I crumbled up the card in my hand, tossed it aside, and then followed my husband to the bedroom.

Christopher was in bed already, lights were out. I quickly brushed my teeth, undressed and slipped into bed with him. He drew me into his arms and I tried to relax against his chest. 

I stared into the dark, my heart beating in my throat. Christopher knew what went on in my head, what I couldn't stop thinking about. But we didn't talk about it, avoiding to address what sometimes hung between us like the cloud that it was.

For our love was sweet and kind and gentle. We didn't fuck, we truly made love. My husband was a selfless lover, skillful with his fingers, his tongue. And I loved everything about him. But after three years of being blissfully married, he knew, he knew that there was a dark side to me, sexually. 

He knew that I loved it rough, but that he did not. He knew that I'd once ask him to choke me, just a little bit, but that he simply could not do that to me. That I'd once asked him, after a drunken night out, if he'd tie me up, rough me up. He'd done it, but I had sensed his discomfort and he'd been unable to climax.

The next morning had been tense and awkward and neither him nor me had ever spoken about it again.

"I love you," my husband said and pressed a kiss against my neck. "And I always will, no matter what."

"No matter what?" I repeated, closing my eyes, a feeling in the pit of my stomach as if the floor had given away beneath me. 

"Always." 

+ + + + +

Tom: 

Three days. 

Three days until she had texted me, asking for a quick chat over coffee, if I was I still interesting in selling my house.

No, I wasn't. 

But fuck, I was interested in her.

But it had taken her three days to text him, damn. I had hoped she wouldn't be able to resist. It had been no accident that her friend Susan had given her some saucy information about me.

I had counted on it.

And after seeing her in her own house, I was even more convinced that she was the girl for me. My new pet to handle, to teach, while giving her exactly what she wanted—a mutual agreement of dominance and submission.

And I wanted her to fully know what I liked, what I was. Not your normal lover, not the man who will cuddle after I come down your throat. 

I was the man who will tell her that she's a good girl and then give her what she wanted most. A man who will dominate her, push her, control her, tell her what to do, fuck her hard. 

Her master. 

+ + + + +

Jules: I took a seat in the coffee shop where Tom had agreed to meet me.

Just real estate talk, I told myself. Just about his house. I couldn't afford the chance to pocket a commission that big. 

At least that's what I told myself.

In truth, I had been unable to get Susan's words out of my head. Unable to get his rugged face out of my mind. The dark hair that was cut short and neat. His square hands with long fingers. The way he had almost said nothing at the dinner table but had still felt so present, so domineering of the conversation.

How the other guests had sought out his thoughts. How his voice had sounded—dark and quiet and authoritative.

How he'd looked at me across the table, his eyes seeking mine. A dark gaze I was unable to hold for longer than a second.

How I had the feeling that all of his attention had been on me the whole time until I had all but vibrated with inner tension.

"Hi, Jules," Tom said, sliding on the chair across from me. "I see you brought me brochures?"

"Yes," I said, blood rushing to my face, glad that he was oblivious to my thoughts. "To give you an idea of the current market."

I clutched my marketing material to my chest as if it could protect me from the nervousness that had exploded inside of me after seeing him.

He took it out of my hands, his fingers brushing over my breasts.

"Thanks," he said, seeking my gaze. "But that's not why I came."

I lowered my gaze to escape the intensity of his face and played with the sugar packets in front of me. that I'd made a mistake in meeting him, then registered what he'd said. 

I looked up again. "Not why you came? So you've decided against selling you home?"

"You know why I am here."

I shook my head. "Sorry, I think there's been a—" 

"If I'd ask you if you prefer the touch of a riding crop or a whip between your legs, what would you say?"

All air went out of me. Did he really just ask me that? I stared at him, noting how incredibly relaxed he seemed. I curled my hands around the edges of the table to ground myself, and rose slowly to my feet.

I wanted to tell him to go to hell, to go fuck himself but all I could was shake my head, my heart beating in my throat.

He rose to his feet, leaned toward my face and whispered in my ear, "You know," he said quietly. "You know what we both want from one another."

"What?" I replied, knowing what he meant but not ready to admit it.

He gave me a stroke across the cheek. "I will give you the pleasure you crave," he said. "The kind of pleasure your husband can't give you because he loves you too much."

"No, I can't do this," I whispered, but my eyes closed shut at the feeling of his hands closing hard around my wrists. 

"But if you decide that you can," he said, "you'll show up on my doorstep Thursday night. And I'll play with you exactly like you want it."

+ + + + +

Tom: It was Thursday night.

And she stood on my doorstep, wearing a dress and an almost terrified expression. But she'd come to me. And I'd make sure that she would do so again and again. 

I'd skipped the small talk, the meaningless pleasantries. I'd shown her up the stairs to my bedroom and let her take a seat on the edge of my bed.

I was such a cruel bastard. I could see her shaking. But I could also see the light in her eyes, the curiosity.

I'd satisfy her curiosity, I'd satisfy her needs.

And I'd satisfy mine.

I opened the drawer of one of my chests, took out a few items. And a riding crop that I'd gotten just for her. 

I tossed it onto the bed, saw how her gaze was drawn to the leather, watched her face as she went through the possibilities.

Her mouth opened, she licked her lips.

"My rules, my game, my orders," I told her. "Or leave now."

She nodded.

"Take off your dress, bra, panties."

She did, slowly. She pulled her dress over her head, unclasped her bra.

She was about to take off her heals, but stopped when I told her to leave them on. She pulled her panties down her legs, over her shoes. Her breasts were heavy, tipped with dark nipples. 

I was hard, had been hard since I'd found her on my doorstep. She was a delicious creature and she was mine for tonight.

She sat down on the bed, crossing her arms in front of her.

I dimmed the lights somewhat, but I was still able to see her, the shape of her body. 

I stepped close to her, lowered myself to my knees. Just like the riding crop, I had gotten the choker just for her. A clasped it around her neck.

She tried to get to her feet.

"Sit," I said, placing my hand on her shoulder, keeping her on the bed. "You're a pretty pet."

I rose to get the leash.

She stood up from the bed again. "Maybe I want to leave." 

+ + + + + 

Jules: 

"Maybe I want to leave." I got up from the bed, had already crossed the room when a heavy hand fell on my shoulder. 

"No, you don't." The cruel edge to his voice sent shivers down my back. 

His hand came around my neck, held me still. He lifted my hair and something cold slid along my skin and snapped shut around the choker. 

He gave a tug at the leash. "Now we'll play."

He returned my gaze, leisurely checking me out, holding the leash in one hand, and in the other—the riding crop.

I wrapped my arms around my chest. But my stupid shoes forced my back into an arc, pushing my breasts forward and my ass backward. 

I could deal with nakedness, but those shoes turned me into his plaything, his object. Blood rushed to my face and shame crept up my spine under his scrutinizing gaze.

He stepped behind me and swung the riding crop at my ass. I bit my lip, catching the moan that wanted to escape at the sound of leather meeting my bare skin with a satisfying snap. 

And there was the sting, the pain that his smack had evoked.

It hadn't really hurt—the smack. Not nearly enough. But the implications of him swatting at my bare ass while I stood before him, wearing those shoes, the choker, the leash. 

It brought me to my knees. Lust tugged at me, intensified by the humiliation he put me through.

Crouching, he seized me by my neck and tugged my head up, forcing me to look at him. Calmly, he said, "I didn't allow you to kneel. The next time you do anything without being given permission, I'll punish you."

This was when I stopped pretending that I didn't long for him.

He stroked the riding crop lightly over my breasts. My cunt spasmed as he gave each nipple a sharp little flick. He licked his lips like a snake tasting the air when I let out a long moan. My inner thighs were damp and I noticed how his gaze was drawn to the juncture between my legs. 

I spread my thighs, just a little, giving him more to look at. My move didn't fool him. He knew exactly that I was baiting him.

The flat tip of the riding crop traveled over my stomach and a breathless surge of excitement gripped me. I wanted to lose myself in his touch, in his cruelty, but couldn't. 

Something was holding me back, and I realized that if I ever wanted to find mindless pleasure with him, he would need to earn my limitless trust. How, I couldn't say. But I found myself wanting him to find a way for me to submit completely and utterly to his wishes.

I wanted him to rope me, spank me. I wanted his sadistic eyes on me as he shamed me into tears. I craved this rough treatment, it made me feel alive.

And I wanted him to fuck me, never knowing what he would do or demand next.

Pointing with the riding crop to the bed, he said, "Get over there."

I rose to one knee, attempting to stand, when a hard tug at the choker brought me down on my knees again. Wincing, tears shot into my eyes as the metal choker bit into my neck.

The smack he wielded had me crying out. There was nothing teasing about how he had brought the crop against my ass.

"Why did you try to stand?"

I shook my head, my movement restricted by him holding the leash. "I just thought—"

"Don't," he said. "Now get over to the bed."

He stayed behind me, leash in hand, and I felt his gaze against my ass as I crawled on all fours toward the bed.

"Stop," he said, giving me a light tap with the crop. He grabbed one, two thick pillows and stacked them on top of each other in the middle of the bed. "Up," he said, nodding toward the pile of cushions.

I slid myself onto it, resting my upper body on the length of the cushions, keeping my knees on the hard floor. 

I hugged my arms around the pillows, enjoying the softness at my breasts while my knees already hurt from kneeling on the floor.

"Spread those legs," he said, slapping my inner thighs with the crop. "Don't get up from this position until I tell you to. If you ever feel the need to scream, you can muffle the sound by biting into the pillow."

He laughed, a truly dark sound that had my nipples hardening into aching points. I rubbed against the pillow until a tug at the leash had me gasping. "Stop that," he said. "You will not touch yourself or bring yourself pleasure in any way."

He tugged harder at the leash, putting pressure on my throat, making me gasp for breath. I wanted to rise to ease the strain but couldn't. 

He hadn't allowed me to move, and obeying him was more pleasurable than getting oxygen.

When I stopped rubbing against the pillow, the pressure of the choker against my throat eased.

The riding crop traveled up my inner thigh. "Spread more so I can spank your cunt." He dealt my ass another slap, softer this time.

A hard shiver gripped my body, fear rising to the surface like the blush surely blossoming on my face. 

I arched my back, pushing up my ass, and spread my legs more for him. I couldn't see him standing behind me, I kept my face buried in the soft pillow, but I felt his hot gaze until my entire body burned with lust. 

Would he be able to see my shaved cunt, how wet I was? Wasn't he tempted to run his hand through my folds? I rocked my hips, stopped when he smacked me. Heat bloomed beneath my skin and I bit into the pillow, desperate for release.

When he stroked the tip of the crop over the slick folds of my cunt, I cried out with relief.

He grazed the crop up and down my bare lips. "You like spreading your legs for me, making me see how wet you are, don't you?"

When I didn't answer, he flicked the crop against my clit. The touch raced along my body like a current, enflaming every nerve. 

I bit into the pillow because the moan I let out was one of pure lust and I didn't want him to know for fear he would stop punishing me this way.

"Answer."

"Yes," I whispered. "I want you to see me spread open."

"Why?"

This time, I controlled my hips, controlled my urge to jump up and hump the pillow if need be to find my orgasm. "I want you to fuck me."

"Maybe I don't want to fuck you," he said quietly. "What I want is to see you writhe on the floor, until all you can think of is how you can please me." He slipped the crop's small leather paddle between my folds and turned it, spreading me open. "You do want to please me, don't you?"

My throat was too tight to speak. 

Shame crept up my spine, leaving me breathless. And so aroused and needy for some form of release, I'd do anything for him to get it.

"Answer." He dealt my ass another slap, softer this time, ignoring my question. "You do want to please me, don't you?"

"You know I do," I whispered.

"Yes, I do know what you crave; know exactly what you need too." He slapped the crop down on the small of my back. "Close your eyes."

They already were. 

I sensed rather than heard him walking through the room. When he came back, his hand settled on my shoulder. 

Then he slipped something in front of my eyes, blindfolding me. He smacked me, nothing more than a light tap. "Push your ass higher."

I arched my back, biting back a sob when he said, "Not good enough." Air went into my lungs in a sharp hiss as a series of rapid smacks landed on my cheeks, each stroke a little harder. 

I felt flushed and swollen and I breathed out with a sob that turned into a high-pitched cry every time the riding crop smacked my ass.




Forbidden



Pain and lust clouded my mind until I only heard his harsh breath and my own moans of pleasure. 

Stars exploded before my eyes when a slap landed between my legs, the small paddle hitting my clit. Then a hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my throbbing cunt. 

I bit down on the pillow as a sudden orgasm rocked through my body in quick convulsions. 

My inner thighs were still quivering when I opened my eyes behind the blindfold, and I rested the side of my face against the pillow.

"Did I give you permission?" He gave my cunt another surprisingly gentle slap, but it still felt as if I had touched a bolt of lightning.

"No," I whispered, fearing he'd stop playing with me. "Let me please you. Let me show you I can be good."

He made a rough sound in his throat. "Fine. We'll see if you can make it up to me." 

The crop hit the floor, and I heard him walking through the room and opening something with sliding hinges. 

I knew he would come back with something to punish me for climaxing without permission, and I scrambled to wrap my mind around what it might be.

"I'll be enjoying this." He gathered my wrists behind my back, wrapped something that felt like a rope around them. 

His groin pressed against my ass as if he were about to fuck me from behind. I could only wish. My orgasm had left me wetter than before. 

When he pulled the ropes tight, securing my wrists behind my back, the material warmed against my skin. 

"I'll take my pleasure with you now."

I couldn't suppress a yelp as he grabbed me by the rope around my wrists and yanked me up and off the bed. 

On the floor, I sat up on my heels, aware that my entire body trembled. 

I tensed as a hand closed around my breast and twisted my nipple, and another hand came to rest on top of my head. 

I heard how fabric slid to the floor, and I imagined him taking off his pants, imagined his erect cock resting against his stomach. 

I licked my lips, anticipating, knowing what he would make me do.

I was wound so tight I thought I might burst, when the thick head of a cock pushed at my mouth. Then a hand fisted into my hair, pulled me forward.

"Open your mouth," he said quietly from above my head.

For him, I did, and he pushed his cock between my lips. I sucked him in and out of my mouth, my eyes watering behind the blindfold as he shoved his erection deeper.

"Deeper," he growled, withdrew when I began to gag, gave me a moment to concentrate and then pushed his cock in even farther. "Take me, take me all in."

He fucked my mouth, his thrusts growing faster and brutal, his hoarse groans arousing me. 

I could feel him swell against my tongue, knew he was about to come in my mouth, welcomed it too when he pulled out.

I made a noise of protest when I felt him stepping away from me. My heart beat faster, my breath leaving my lungs in hard gasps when a hand stroked my cheek tenderly. 

His hands wrapped around me from behind, covering my breasts in his palms, kneading and teasing, while I rocked my hips, wishing I had my hands free to make myself come.

He gave me a push against my shoulder, not hard, but I fell against the edge of the bed because it was difficult to keep my balance with my arms bound.

"Get back on the bed, same position as before."

I came up on my knees, my heart racing as I leaned myself onto the pillows again. 

I fully realized that I had stopped fighting his dominance, but wondered what it meant for my relationship with my husband when a flat palm spanked the right cheek of my ass. 

My ability to analyze vanished when the pain from his slap wrapped around my senses.

"I think I'll have that tight tail of yours now." 

He reached between my legs, finding my wetness, spreading it. 

His slick finger traced lightly over my anus, slowly pushing harder and harder until I relaxed enough to allow its entry, making me shiver in anticipation. 

"How do you feel about that? Do you want me to fuck your ass?"

"If...if it pleases you." I thought of my husband, who'd never ask me a question like that. 

I moaned, rocking my hips, the need to be filled increasing with every move of his finger.

"Yes," he said, "you please me." He ran his other hand up and down my back, stroking me, giving me chills. "There was a wound here, once." He sounded oddly detached, as if he were only thinking out loud.

Once more, he ran the tips of his fingers along my back, crisscrossing back and forth. "Are those scars?"

I swallowed, the gentle touch of his fingers throwing me for a loop. But I knew what he meant of course. I had paid good money to have a clinic reduce the appearance of the scars. 

"Who did that?" he asked, getting up and moving away from me, which was absolutely frustrating.

"A man I used to...date. I was very young and long before I met my husband." I kept my voice neutral while I fought to control my emotions. "He cut me."

"Yes," he said quietly. "I can feel that." I heard the snap of the leather crop as if he had flicked it against his palm, and then felt how he traced the crop down my back. "How? Why?"

"He did it because I agreed to, agreed to..." I shut my mouth. The memory wasn't as hurtful anymore, yet I didn't like to think back to the evening where I had agreed to let this guy tie me up. It had excited me, I had longed for it. I had longed to submit to him. I should have stayed in a chat room with him, but I had wanted the real deal. 

And paid for it.

It was long ago—what girl had never made an error in judgment when it came to trusting a man? 

But here I was, trusting a man again. 

My throat closed and my limbs started to shake the longer I thought about it. 

The guy had eventually stopped torturing me. And I had gone straight to the police. Knowing the guy was locked up had never quite soothed me. I had moved cities and changed jobs. And eventually moved on from that nightmare.

But here I was again, bound and helpless on the bed of a male a hundred times more intimidating than the bastard who had used the knife on me.

A sharp slap from the crop landed on my ass that made me scream out. 

Pain blurred my mind, blurred the images and the memory of the night where I had thought I would die. Another slap landed on my other buttock, softer this time, and he made a hushing sound as if I were an animal he was trying to soothe.

If he had said, "You can trust me," I probably would have started to cry. 

But he didn't say those words. Instead, he trailed the crop from my neck down my ass, tickling me.

And when he knelt behind me, his hands wrapping around my middle, I felt only need cursing through my veins, not fear.

He already knew what I wanted, what I craved. And I wasn't sure anymore if that was reason to fear or to trust him.

His hands slipped between my legs, finding my cunt, and he plunged his fingers inside me. "I want you wet and ready and begging for me. Do you understand? Please me."

I let out a strangled cry, aroused at his demanding touch, but it was his words that got to me most. 

I wanted to please him. 

My breath came hard as his cock slipped between my legs, rubbing over my clit. 

I rocked myself against the hard ridge as he pushed his knee between my legs, spreading me wider. 

He guided the thick head of his cock into me, but the sudden invasion left me desperate for more.

"Do it," I pressed through my teeth, my body shaking with suppressed need. "Fuck me."

His low laugh sent shivers down my spine as he raked his fingernails across my back. 

It hurt, and fear clouded my senses. I barely sensed him getting up, but what I felt when he returned had me holding my breath. Cold metal pressed against my back, the tip of a knife.

I bowed away from the bed, instinctively. The rope holding my wrists dug into my skin as I tried to break free.

Grabbing me by the neck as if I were a cat, he pressed me into the mattress. 

It was as if all my senses increased tenfold as fear slammed into my body. He ran the metal tip up and down my back, and it was so terribly familiar, I knew that any moment now he would use the knife to slice my skin open.

It took me another second or two to get what he was doing. He cut the rope holding my wrists. When my hands came free, he reminded me with a tug at the leash that I was still wearing his choker.

"On the floor," he said, and I obeyed without thinking. Sliding from the bed, coming up on hands and knees on the floor. He took off the blindfold.

I lifted my head, looked at him towering over me, the crop in his hand. He flicked it against his leg in steady rhythm.

"Bow your head to the ground."

I did, rested my forehead against the smooth, cold floor. A light slap landed against my flank.

"Raise your ass."

I wanted to spread my legs but didn't in fear he would notice how desperately I wanted his touch, wanted the release of tension, fear and sexual arousal.

He stepped behind me, lowered himself to one knee, pushed my legs farther apart. 

He thrust the length of his cock into my wet heat in one hard stroke. Making sure he filled me completely, he pulled me hard against his groin.

Everything inside me coiled tight as he began to fuck me in raw and hard strokes. I heard myself say his name, even if I hadn't meant to.

He reached forward and wrapped his arms around me, covering my breasts in his hands. 

He rolled my nipples in his fingers while he pumped his cock into my cunt. And with each stroke he twisted my breasts a little harder, and the pain twisted my lust into an unbearable need for release.

He fucked me almost brutally, as I so wanted him to. When he pinched my nipple again, I groaned out, my internal muscles clenching around him while he worked his cock deep into me.

Helplessly, I surrendered to his thrusts and pinches and the twisted way he played with my lust.

The way he played with my fear. Closing my eyes, I reveled in the feeling of his thick cock pounding into me. 

His hand closed around my neck, grasping the collar, reminding me that he had put it around my neck, and that I had let him. 

That I was his.

I was close, so close, but he pulled out of me, rose to his feet while I rested my cheek against the cool floor, cursing him, thanking him for his cruelty of not giving me satisfaction.

Slowly, my heartbeat calmed, my breathing too. I glanced up at him. His skin glowed, his cock rested hard against his stomach, glistened from my juices.

He hadn't come inside me, and I had the sudden fear that I hadn't pleased him enough. 

"I know what you need, know what you fear too," he said quietly. 

He reached down, brushed his hand against my cheek, removed the leash from the choker. "I'll push you to the edge, but I'll never let you fall. Do you understand?"

I lowered my gaze. "Yes."

I couldn't see his smile, but I heard it in his voice. "That will do—for tonight." * * * * *

I walked into my home, sought out the shower. Christopher wasn't at home yet, was working late tonight as I knew he would. 

I undressed, stepped into the shower. I let ice- cold water come down on me until I shivered, my skin pebbling with chills. I scrubbed my skin with a brush and soap.

I felt I deserved this kind of punishment for the pleasures I had just received from another man. Deserved to be punished for it even more.

I went to bed. After another hour of staring into the dark, I heard my husband come home. And then after a while, he slipped into bed with me. I let him draw me into his arms while I pretended to be asleep, and drowned in the love and affection we had for each other.

I could never do it again. 

And yet, I knew that Tom knew that I would be back. 

That I would go back to him for more.



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I had been visiting my family for three days when the phone rang. I smiled when I heard his voice. It was Fernando, a man I had been intimate with off and on the past few years. This time would be different, I thought. I was married, now and I was sure that marriage would keep me from being attracted to any other man. I was forgetting, of course, that Fernando wasn't just any other man. I was unable to keep my mind off his amazing lips, his warm hands and deep eyes.

We spoke about what had been going on in our lives and agreed to meet before I left. I walked into the bathroom and stripped out of my clothing. Turning on the warmwater, I pulled the hair tie out of my hair and felt the long red curls run down my back. I slipped my legs into the sea of bubbles and sat down. Laying my head back on the rolled up towel behind me, I began to think about the intense encounters that Fernando and I had. I slid my hands down my soapy body, past my hardened nipples and down to my thighs. I began caressing my clit and running fingers into my slippery pussy. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, thinking about his lips kissing my neck his tongue gliding across my body as my breaths became longer and harder. Moaning, I gasped his name, I tried to quite myself. I became hotter the more I thought of him thrusting into me. As I came, I touched my neck with some of the water to cool me off. I decided that I had to see him. Not tonight. Tonight I would just let the suspense build.

I decided to call him. He couldn't talk...not about the things I wanted to talk about. He was never into phone sex, anyway. He preferred the real thing; raw, hard and real. His girlfriend was talking in the background. She was a good girl. I had nothing against her, seeing as that I was married myself. I just knew that I could give Fernando exactly what he needed, sexually. When we were together, we were friends, we joked about nothing and enjoyed each others company and appreciated the friendship. But, like always, the sexual tension would build and we would both get the urge.

The urge to feel one another's skin pressed against our own. There were times that I had stopped myself from ripping off his pants and fondling him with my tongue until he was so hard all he could do is lay back and quiver with ecstasy. I didn't know what it was exactly. The sexual chemistry was just there between us. I hung up the phone, satisfied with just being able to hear his voice. Lying naked in bed I stared out the window. My cell phone rang. It was my husband. His coldness made me want to just forget about him the rest of my trip. I turned the phone off and pushed it underneath the bed. I pulled the sheets over my body and closed my eyes.

The next morning, I slipped on a pair of sweats and went to the gym with my sister. Again my mind began to wander and after my work out, I decided I needed a cold shower. I pulled the sweatshirt up over my head and slipped away my pants. The water ran down my body as I lathered myself up. I spent the day cooking, preparing tomorrow's special dinner. I managed to keep my mind off sex for the most part. Ten fifteen rolled around and I called Fernando to have him meet me at a motel. My family had fallen asleep, so I had slipped on a sheer dress and slid off my panties. I pulled my hair up and tied on a coat as I closed the door behind me. I drove to the destination point and stood outside as I awaited his arrival. He pulled up in his SUV and opened the passenger door and pulled out an inviting hand. 

As I jumped in, I found myself an inch away from his face. He whispered, staring at my lips "What are we doing here?" As if he didn't know. His breath on my neck was enough for me I gently pressed my lips against his. I ran my fingers through his hair. I pulled him closer to me and as he kissed my neck, I moaned..."oh, God..." I must confess, he can turn me on in ways that no other man can even come close to. Everything about him turned me on. Everything he did made me want him more and more. As I climbed onto his lap, I pulled up my dress to allow myself to get more comfortable. He wrapped his arms around my back, forcefully pulling me close to him and I guided his hands down towards my wet, exposed pussy. 

He glided his fingers in and out of me. I rubbed my body up and down his. I could feel his hard cock still inside his pants. I moved to the passenger seat and turned towards him. I unzipped his pants now saturated with the juice from my pussy. I pulled out his hard cock and licked up and down as though it were covered in chocolate, enjoying every lick. I wrapped my hand around his hard dick, pulling up and down. I had to have him. I pulled my dress back down and opened the door. Without looking back, I opened the hotel room in front of the car. He followed me in. His shirt was wrinkled and his pants were now zipped halfway. I lead him to the bed where I pushed him down, climbed on top of his body and ripped his shirt open. His chest was heaving now. The only light in the room was moonlight that peeked out between the curtains and filled the room with a glow, reflecting off the sweat on our bodies. 

I whispered into his ear, telling him how much I yearned for him. Once again, I undid his pants and moved my tongue up and down his cock. The suspense was building and I could tell he wanted me almost as much as I wanted him. My pussy dripped with the idea of having him penetrate me again. He forcefully turned me underneath him and took off the remainder of his shirt. He caressed my neck with his lips, kissing me passionately. My hands were forced to the sides and I spread my legs open. He slid my dress off my body and kissed my thighs, caressing my smooth, shaved pussy with his mouth. I pulled him up towards me, his pants still around his knees I grabbed his hard cock, now dripping and slid it down across my clit, into my pussy. He penetrated me deeply and I pulled my legs around his back. He ran his hands up my legs, grabbing my ass. 

My black heels were still on, I remembered. I turned him around and began to ride him the way that I knew would drive him insane. I moved my body up and down and circled my pussy just the way he craved. As he got closer to cumming, I lifted off of him and continued to suck his cock. I climbed his body once again and rode him nice and slow. Oh God, I could feel my pussy getting tighter and tighter. The blood began to rush to my head and my body began to quiver. I ran my nails down his body and slapped his ass. God, what this man could do to me. I let out a yell as I came. I rubbed up and down his body until he too felt the blood rushing to his head. He closed his eyes and his legs began to tremble. 

He held my body and began thrusting harder into me. As he filled me full of his cum, I began to cum again. I laid my head back and moaned his name..."Fernando...Oh..Oh, God, Fernando.." My legs twitched with this incredible release." As we walked outside it I gave Fernando a final kiss goodbye and it began to rain. The moisture made my translucent dress stick to me. The water dripped down to my stiletto heels and I opened my car door. 

I turned to see Fernando with that hungry look once again in his eyes, reassuring me that he would come back for more. I left him with that hunger. I would be back again to satisfy it.



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She looks around, makes sure no one’s watching, then walked over to where he’s sitting, beckoning her.

She stands in between his slightly spread legs, leaning in to kiss him on the lips, quickly, in case someone sees. He pulls her down for a longer kiss, hot and passionate, igniting a fire in her stomach, spreading through her body.

They hear approaching footsteps, and she quickly pulls away, raising one hand to her face, pretending to fix her hair, smiling, as though nothing had happened, nothing had been interrupted...Nothing to hide.

She turns to walk away, before one of his friends could catch her eye, and starts walking back to her room. She is not impressed with the situation. She doesn’t mind the whole having to hide things bit, in fact, she prefers it that way, she doesn't want everyone to know, doesn’t want everyone talking about her. What she's not impressed with is having to walk away, again, after just starting, again. 

She’s running out of patience, she just ... WANTS him SO bad, and she knows he wants her too, but this is just pathetic, it’s never going to go ANYWHERE the way this way

Like last night, for example: They’re in the theatre, the whole class, it’s dark, he’s next to her, she has one friend on her other side, he has one on his side. As soon as the lights go off, he grabs her hand, and sticks it down his pants. He’s hard. He’s ready. He wants it. She goes for it. They both enjoy it. Soon as the lights are on, it’s outta there for him, not a word to her. She’s left wanting something HERSELF… But getting nothing. Except exceedingly turned on, exceedingly aggravated, and SERIOUSLY sexually frustrated.

Her mind goes back to now, and the fact that she’s walking away again. She thinks about it for a minute, thinks about the situation. 

The entire class is staying at the hotel for a week. Each student has his or her own room, to prevent noise at night, and boys are NOT allowed in gurls rooms, and vice versa. Although each student is 18 or older, the three teachers in charge of the trip don’t trust the students… and with reason. 

But essentially, giving them all separate rooms means that liaisons such as what she is now planning are much easier to accomplish, and are much likelier to occur…

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her mobile phone. Quickly she types a message.

“If you want me, come to my room in 30 minutes. Otherwise, nothing…” She feels safe making the threat, she’s about 95% certain he’ll come to her room, she knows how much he is suffering too, how much he wants her too.

She gets to her room and heads straight into the bathroom. She quickly showers, making sure her legs are smooth and hair-free, and under her arms. She looks in the mirror and decides to go all the way… She pulls out her razor again, and shaves her pussy, leaving it smooth and soft...

She pulls on a short denim skirt, knowing that’s what he likes, but doesn’t put any panties on. She chooses her white button up shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone, and the bottom two undone, showing a lot of stomach and a lot of cleavage. She isn’t wearing a bra.

She just finished brushing her hair when she hears a soft knocking at her door. She looks at her clock. Twenty-five minutes have passed. He’s early. She smirks. About fucking time…

She walks over to the door, looks through the peep-hole, just to make sure it’s him, then slowly pulls the door open.

He looks at her. Takes in the unbuttoned shirt, the short skirt, the bare feet, and the smell of her perfume. He steps inside, closes the door behind him, and grabs her.

He starts kissing her, hard, and she kisses back. Her hands go up and around his neck, twisting in his hair, pulling him closer to her. His hands move down her body, grabbing her ass through the skirt, he doesn’t notice the lack of underwear, and she realizes this in some part of her brain, and can’t wait till later when he DOES realize.

She can feel his hardness through his pants, she pushes her body up against his, grinding her hips against him, pushing herself onto him. He picks her up, she wraps her legs around his waist, she’s so small, he can’t believe it, he groans, knowing if they’re caught they will be in serious trouble, but he can’t stop himself, he can’t stop her, and he doesn’t want to.

He walks with her, carrying her, still kissing, to the wall. He uses the wall to support her, leaving him one hand free, he reaches down, and under her skirt, just to feel her through her underwear, expecting to find her normal attire, a g-string of some sort. His hand encounters … Nothing. Smooth soft skin. He pulls away from her, breaking the kiss, and looks at her. She raises one eyebrow.

“What?” she asks, trying to look innocent.

“Jesus Christ, girl … I ...” Words seem to fail him, and he just shakes his head.

“Look. Seriously. I’m sick of this shit. You’re here, I’m here. You want it, I want it. Let’s just do it alright?” She looks at him.

He shakes his head again, but not very forcefully. She leans in and kisses him again; feels him kissing her back, just as hard, lips forced together so hard she’s worried hers are going to bleed. Teeth knocking, grinding, tongues twisting, turning, moaning into each others mouth, knowing they’ve gone beyond that point where one can say stop. Neither of them are likely to stop, neither of them could stop, this passion, this lust, burning through their bodies.

He pulls back, looks at her. 

“Really?”

“Really.” 

He carries her into her bedroom, she still has her legs locked around his waist, she’s kissing his neck, she bites his ear, he moans, throws his head back, then kisses the top of her head.

They reach the bed, he throws her down, she lands on her back with a soft thump, her short skirt flying up, revealing what’s beneath. He gasps, looking at what he’s wanted, but couldn’t get to. He feels himself hardening even more, he feels like he’s going to blow his load, too soon.

She reaches up, pulls him down on top of her; kisses him. Rolls him over onto his back, and then straddles his hips. She can feel him through the rough denim of his jeans, straining, pushing, trying to escape.

She reaches down and grabs the bottom of his shirt. Without bothering to undo the buttons, she pulls it up, he arches his back to allow easier access, she pulls it over his head, off his arms, so she can see his smooth, tanned chest. She moans in appreciation, liking what she sees, leans forward and kisses one nipple, then the other, each stiffens in turn, he raises his head, pitifully, to look at her, and drops it again as her hands find the top button of his jeans.

No words are passing between them now, they are beyond words, riding this wave of lust, just doing, not asking.

She undoes his zipper, then lifts herself up to start pulling the jeans down. She doesn’t want to lose her position on his hips, his groin, his hardness.

He sits up, catching her body with his arms, so they are pressed together, close, so close. He reaches down behind her, and pulls his jeans off, she reaches around him and kisses him again, hard, then pulls away. With a smirk, she pushes him back, so he’s lying on the bed again, leaving her sitting on top of him, with nothing but his boxers and her skirt between them. She uses one hand to unzip her skirt, lifts her hips, pulls her skirt down, she kneels to pull it the rest of the way off.

While kneeling, she pulls his boxers down, down and off, he springs free, pointing up, into the air, her eyes widen when she sees what she has only felt, and she feels ready to orgasm already, just by looking at his thick, long cock standing in front of her. With a low, guttural moan, she reaches forward, touches it, tentatively, gently, just running one finger down and then up it gently. 

He groans.

“Jesus Christ I want to fuck you now! I can’t wait…” 

She moves her body up again, she hovers over him, briefly, so he can feel her heat, her wetness, just above his hard, hard manhood, then lowers herself, so the tip of him is just inside her tight hole.

He thrusts up, trying to get inside her, but she pulls back, teasing him, and herself, knowing neither of them can take much more, but loving the feeling of control she has over him. Loving the feeling of him underneath her, loving the feeling of his hot firm body, loving his smell, wanting to postpone the inevitable as much as possible…

He grabs her hips, breaking her reverie. Pulling her down on him, she is so wet she sinks right to the hilt. She moans as she feels him inside her; thick, hot, reaching deeper than anyone before.

She stops for a moment, again teasing, again loving the feel of him, inside her. But he hasn’t got the patience, he wants her bad, now, and he can’t wait, he doesn’t want to be teased. 

He still has hold oh her hips; he picks her up, slightly, just so he comes out of her, then pushes her down again. She starts riding him of her own accord, looking down at him, all the time, she still has her shirt on, he can see her breasts, just out of full view, bouncing up and down in time with her. He takes one hand off her hip to work at her shirt. He pulls too hard and the buttons pop off, the shirt falls open, and he can see her, big, round, creamy white breasts, brown nipples standing up, he lifts his head and bites one, she lets a small shriek of surprise which quickly turns into a moan of pleasure as he does the same to the other one…

He feels her tighten around him, feels her begin to cum, he can hear it in her breathing, and then she cums, one huge orgasm, racking her body, leaving her breathless, then another smaller one, right after the first.

Feeling her walls close in on him sets him off. He shoots his load into her. Hot, wet, their juices mixing, again and again, both of them panting and breathless, hot, sweaty, satisfied at last…

He goes soft, slowly, and gently pulls out of her. She moves of him, lying herself down by his side, tired, but happy.

They lie like this for a few brief moments; they feel as though time has stopped, they are the only two people left in the world, when his watch beeps.

He looks at it, looks at the time..

“SHIT! We have to be in the theatre in ten minutes!” He panics, but she just laughs.

“Hon, I’m not going anywhere till I’ve had a shower. You can run off to class if you want, or you could stay here and help me wash my ... back. It’s up to you…”

He looks at her, watches her stand up and stretch, head toward the bathroom, her full breasts swaying, her small, tight ass moving in time to her walk. He makes his decision.

He follows her.



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‘Is cyber sex considered cheating?’ Liz typed on her laptop.

‘What?’

‘Is cyber considered cheating?’ she repeated.

‘Liz, are you asking me to cyber with you?’ 

Her heart began to thump harder than normal. She was about to cross a line that she knew she shouldn’t and there would be no turning back. She typed a message back to her husband’s best friend.

‘What would you say if I was?’ 

She held her breath. This was it. She crossed the line. If she closed her eyes and looked behind her, she could see that line fading in the distance. Liz stared at the screen. 

Five seconds past… 

What are you doing?! Her mind screamed. This is forbidden stuff! 

Ten seconds past…

You don’t even know how to “cyber”. And he’s engaged! This isn’t right and you know it. But he sure is sexy.

Fifteen seconds…

The tone of the instant messenger woke her from her mind debate. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Would he cross the line with her? She released the breath and looked at the screen.

‘I’d say I’ve never done it before. Why? Do you want to try it?’

‘I do, but I’m scared.’

‘Well, it’s not technically cheating because you’re not actually touching anyone. Even though your mind is.’ He typed.

Maybe we should just forget this whole thing… She had the urge to jump back to the safe side of that line she just crossed.

‘I don’t even know what I’m doing,’ she typed. ‘And I’m sorry if this conversation is making you uncomfortable.’

‘Not at all. I can even show you how. We can learn together.’

Liz’s heart jumped. Suddenly she was very far away on the wrong side of the line. ‘Ok, why not…’ she typed but didn’t send it. If I hit enter, I’m a pig, a whore, a slut. But if I don’t, I will always wonder about him. Fuck it. This can’t possibly hurt anyone. Liz made up her mind and hit enter. She waited.

‘I hope you’re ready for this,’ he teased.

‘More than ready. I’ve been wondering about you for quite some time.’

‘Oh, really? That’s very interesting.’

‘Why?’

‘Cause so have I.’

Once again her heart somersaulted in her chest. God I want him, she thought. 

‘So tell me how bad you want to fuck me,’ she bravely typed.

‘Fuck you… first I want to taste you.’

‘Mmmmmmm. I can feel myself getting wet already.’

‘Then take off your bra, suck on your finger, and then play with your nipples.’

‘Ok, but you have to take off your shirt, too.’

‘Liz, I’m naked and my dick is as hard as stone. After I stick my tongue in your mouth and taste your lips, I’m going to suck on your nipples and stick my fingers deep inside you.’

‘Mmmmm. I am so wet. I want you inside me.’

‘Not yet,’ he teased. ‘Take your finger and swirl it around your clit. But that’s all. Don’t put it inside.’

‘Alex…’

‘Yes?’

Liz could barely continue. Guilt was knocking at her door but her pussy was wet and throbbing for him. ‘Alex, I have to log off. I just can’t do this.’

‘Liz, call me right now.’

‘I can’t.’

‘Call me.’

‘This is wrong.’

‘Pick up the phone and call me or I will call you.’

‘Don’t you feel guilty?’

‘Nope. Guilt is a waste of time. Do you want me or not? Are you still wet?’

‘Yes and yes.’

‘Then call me right now. I’m going to make you cum.’

Liz shut off her laptop. She took the cordless phone from the receiver. I’ll call him and tell him to forget it. We can’t do this. But deep down she knew she was weak. Aaron, her boyfriend of 4 years, hadn’t touched her in three months. No kisses, no fondles, no tongue. She was a woman and she had her needs. And she couldn’t seem to get any answers when she asked him why. She loved Aaron with all her heart but she longed to be wanted again. And here was her chance.

Part 2 

Liz took the phone and dialed Alex’s number. He picked up on the first ring.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi, Alex.”

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Alex…”

“I’m two minutes from hanging up this phone and jumping on the train to your house so I can fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. “

“I can’t do this,” she pleaded. Her resistance was slipping away.

“Yes you can. You started this. You said you want to feel me deep inside. Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you want to feel me deep inside? I can move it all around and make you scream.”

“Oh yes. I need you in me.”

“That’s it. Give in to me and let me rub my hands all over you. I want to feel your tits, your thighs, and I want to grab your ass and plunge my tongue into your wet pussy.”

“Mmmmm, I can feel you.”

“Liz, cum in my mouth.”

“Oh, yes,” she breathed. 

“Take off your panties and rub your clit.”

“Alex, I have to have you. “

“But I want to tease you some more.”

“You’re making me crazy! I can’t pretend. I need to feel you for real.”

“So, what are you saying?”

Liz looked at the clock and swallowed hard. It was 2am and Aaron wasn’t due him until 8am. Six hours. Lots of things could happen in six hours.

“I’m coming to get you, Alex.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. And when I get there I want you to make my fantasies come true.”

“Just get here quickly and I’ll handle the rest.”

Part 3

As Liz steered her car off the highway and approached Alex’s house she questioned herself again. Computer sex is one thing. Phone sex is deeper. But now the real thing. She was scared and excited. Would he regret this? Would she? And worse, would their significant others find out?

She stopped her car in front of his house and he stepped out into the moonlight. And her fears disappeared. Lust took over. He opened the car door and got in. 

“Where,” she asked him.

“The park.”

They drove in silence. He reached his hand over and began to slide her skirt up her thighs. He slipped is fingers between her lips as she gasped and clutched the steering wheel until her knuckles were white. 

“Drive careful now,” he teased.

Liz pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car. She got out and slipped into the back seat and waited for him. “I’m waiting for you,” she said.

He gave her a mischievous smile and climbed in next to her. Before she could say another word he grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her lips to his. His tongue slipped in her mouth and all Liz could think of was how his tongue would feel in her throbbing pussy. A groan escaped her lips.

He hiked up her skirt again and realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. He sucked gently on her lips. He then flipped her underneath him and yanked down her pants. Liz bit her lip as he parted her pussy and slipped his rock hard cock deep inside her. She cried out and tilted her head back.

“Oh, Alex, fuck me good.”

And he did. He thrust himself over and over, harder and harder. So deep and so good. Goose bumps broke out all over her body as he pushed himself even deeper. 

“Yes!” she cried.

“More?” he asked.

“Oh yeah! Oh yes!”

“Say, ‘fuck me, Alex’.”

“Fuck me, Alex,” she panted.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

“Fuck me, Alex.

“Again. But louder. I want to hear you scream.”

“Oh, God! Fuck me, Alex! Fuck me good!”

The car bounced up and down as each thrust got more and more desperate for release. He grabbed her ass and pushed himself deeper inside her. 

“Alex, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah, baby! Cum. Cum all over me.”

“Kiss me.”

He did. And as his tongue slipped in her mouth she began to feel wave after wave of her orgasm slide all around him. And he cried out her name as he gave a final thrust. He lifted her ass again and pulled her body to him. The he buried his face in her curly hair. 

“Mmmmmm. You smell so good.”

“Hmmm. Thanks,” she blushed.

“I want you again,” he said.

“Don’t you have to rest?”

“Only a second. For some reason I need to have more of you. Can I have you again?”

“You don’t need to ask. I’m all yours for now,” she whispered.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

We sat up and he undid her bra. He lowered his mouth to her nipples and sucked on one and then the other. A low moan slipped from her reddened lips. 

“I need to taste you,” he said. He slipped his fingers into her wetness, pulled them back out and sucked her juices off them. “Ride me.”

She kept her eyes locked on his as she once again hiked up her skirt and climbed on top of him. She lined herself up with his hardness and slipped it inside her. 

“Ahhhh,” they both said in union. Liz chuckled. She grabbed the back of the seat and used it to rock her hips harder and made him slip deeper. She moved with slow but steady motion. He grabbed a breast in his mouth as his hands found their way to her hips. He guided her to a faster motion. She felt the trickle of her wetness slide down his cock. 

“I feel you,” he whispered. “You feel so good.”

“Tell me how good.”

“Soft and hot and wet. I can fuck you all night.”

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. Her riding became faster. 

“Harder.”

“Yeah!” She did.

“Deeper.”

“Yes,” she pulled on the seatback and thrust her hips forward. He slid down in his seat more and she felt him slip even deeper still. 

“Faster,” he gasped.

“Like this?”

“Oh, yeah, baby. Like that.”

“Faster?”

He sucked in his breath. “Yeah, faster, Liz.”

 “I’m gonna cum again.”

“Yeah…”

He turned her body under him once again and began to ram himself into her again and again. Liz screamed with pleasure as another orgasm flowed through her body. Her cries became louder and louder the more he pumped her and then he cam again and again. He couldn’t stop. She felt so good. 

Finally, their movement together slowed. Then stopped. The kissed some more. Liz felt him stir again inside her but she knew he needed to rest. The timer on the dashboard read 5:23am. They were out of time.

“You’re amazing,” he said.

“No, you are,” she sighed.

“I want you again. When can this happen?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I still have to process that I fucked my man’s best friend. And I liked it.”

“We don’t have to stop, you know. It can happen again whenever you want me.”

“I don’t think I could turn you down if I wanted to,” she replied.

He glanced at the time. “You’d better get back.”

“Yeah.”

He pulled himself out of her and fixed his clothes. Liz did the same. She had just enough time to drive the one-hour drive home, shower, and get in bed before Aaron got home. 

“So, I’ll see you online again?” she asked.

“Tomorrow night.”

“You mean tonight?”

“I’ll call you after Aaron leaves for work,” she said.

“I’ll be waiting to take you again.”

Liz blushed. “I’m looking forward to it.” She gave him one last passionate kiss before she drove away and headed home. And with a huge smile on her face. 



Forbidden Affair



I am a married 38 year old man, a professor of medicine. I am happy, successful, my life is full of joy and meaning. I don't work too hard. I am a good father, and spend lots of time with my children. And I am a good husband, I spend lots of time with my wife, we are good friends. She is beautiful, and our sex life is okay. We are not "soul mates" though, and occasionally I have yearned to meet someone--even just a friend--with whom to feel that thrill of passion, as though the two of us were destined to meet all our lives. 

While I consider myself cultured, and a fan of classical music, I rarely make it to concerts, except one evening last year, when it all started.

I went alone. Best seat in the house. And as I got settled into my seat, listening to the orchestra tune up, there she was...a goddess, maybe 24 years old, tall, blonde, blue eyes, slender, with an elegant gown and jewellery. Her movements were graceful, poised, feminine, and sensual, with a light, friendly, kind demeanour. She was there with a female friend. And she seemed to recognize me, smiled, and approached me in my seat! That instant of first eye contact, to my amazement, showed mutual interest and excitement. She said her name was Christine, and she had been in one of my lectures a few weeks previously, and enjoyed it very much (I give single lectures every few months to a new group, and my contact with each group ends after each single lecture. 

I'm a bit of a maverick in my lecture style, I make them improvised, light-hearted, somewhat irreverent, and hopefully funny) There was a sparkle in her eyes as she talked, and I was completely swept away with delight and surprise. I've always been a shy person, never thought of myself as someone a beautiful young woman would approach. So it was already a little fantasy come true. A beautiful moment of life. I'm often struck that beautiful moments happen spontaneously and randomly in a person's lifetime--maybe once every few years--but usually I've been either too shy or too stunned to act on them. This moment, though, started my imagination churning, and I knew I had to DO something. 

The concert was beautiful. I loved the fact that Christine shared the same taste in music too (I find it so hard to find someone to share this part of myself with). 

We met later in the lobby. I wished her well, but also left her with one of my cards and invited her to drop by if she ever had study or career questions, or to arrange an elective. Our handshake secretly gave me shivers.

I secretly yearned for her to contact me, and resisted the urge to find out her contact info, feeling it might be intrusive. Soon I had lost hope that this would happen, but embraced my memory of that evening as a precious moment to be savoured. 

So when she e-mailed me a question it was a pleasant surprise. At first we had a pleasant, witty exchange around medical questions for her exams (I emphasize that I have nothing to do with her exams, at this point I was just an unrelated member of the faculty). Later I worked up the courage to invite her for lunch. 

Every moment of contact we both knew that something special was going on. There was a special chemistry. We knew that we would be lovers. 

She knew about my family. And I was struggling with some guilt about pursuing things. But we both knew that we would find a way. It was reckless and forbidden and dangerous. And beautiful. 

She understood me so perfectly. We met one morning at her apartment. I had taken the day off work. I brought her a pair of simple but beautiful gold earrings, and she blushed as she put them on. We were silent together, my eyes lingered in hers, and I reached toward her to embrace her. 

Every touch was electric. My heart throbbing almost painfully in my chest. She was trembling a bit too. 

As we kissed, our tongues met right away, dancing and wrestling with each other. 

I am 5'11", slim and fit, thinning hair, average looking, but with sensitive, thoughtful, intelligent, eyes and a very gentle demeanour. 

We undressed. 

Every inch of her body would be sealed forever in my memory, as I touched her velvety skin, and absorbed her scent. 

We stood together naked, embracing, kissing deeply. "I love you" I said recklessly, but meaning it deeply despite knowing Christine only for a month. A tear dripped down her cheek, as she blushed again, smiled, and hugged me tightly. 

I reached for a condom, but she grabbed my hand. 

She pulled me toward the bed. The room was lit with candles, and the bed was covered with a warm, soft down comforter and big, lush pillows. 

She lay back on the bed, propped up a little bit by pillows, and spread her legs. She pulled me towards her. 

"I love you" she said. "I want this time to be special. I've never made love without a condom before. I want you to be my first."

I never felt so sexually ecstatic in all my life. But I knew I wasn't a very good lover, and I knew I was likely to disappoint her. I hadn't had sex in weeks, and I knew I couldn't last very long with my angel. And it was crazy. Unprotected sex! We both new the implications, the dangers. 

"I love you" she said again. "And I want you to come inside me. We'll be part of each other forever."

I rested my weight on top of her. Immediately her legs wrapped around me, long, silky, soft, and warm. Her feet were delicate, small, and feminine. 

Her hand guided my penis into her vagina. I held myself at the entrance to her vagina, and we looked deeply into each other's eyes as I slowly sunk into her. She exhaled loudly and blushed deeply as I entered her, and I could already feel her vagina massaging me, churning and throbbing. She was having an orgasm the instant I sank inside her. When I was fully inside I lifted her legs back so I could sink deeper still, and I felt the tip of my penis up against her cervix. With this she squirmed and moaned, and her vagina went into another spasm. Her chest and limbs were flushed red. Her pupils were dilated, and tears were running down her cheek. She hungrily sucked my tongue and lips into her mouth. I rested quietly inside her for a minute, savouring this most perfect beauty of my life. 

After a few moments she said "I don't want you to hold back. Cum inside me now." It had been less than 2 minutes!

With that her vagina gripped me tightly. It pulsed with her heartbeat. 

"Cum inside me" she said again, and with that I went over the brink. The most sublime orgasm of my life. 

I may be physically average in some ways but I am very healthy and very fit, and I store massive amounts of semen unless I have sex regularly. 

So with our mouths locked together, her legs wrapped around me, our hands tightly gripping each other's, a fountain of semen gushed into her, flooding against her cervix, spurt after spurt; at first I just gently let it happen, then after the next few gushes I thrust hard into her with my pelvis. With each spurt of semen she gasped a little bit, and her vagina kept tightly sucking and kneading my penis. 

Finally I collapsed on her, spent. I gently touched her face, and we kissed passionately. 

We lay side by side, my softening penis still inside her, her vagina still pulsing and squeezing. Our limbs were intertwined, and we caressed each other with our hands and feet. 

"Let's sleep for a while, my love" she said tenderly. "Then after lunch we'll start again."

It was heaven for me, as we drifted into sleep. My first true lover. And after this first brief encounter, my wish was to make love for an hour next time, instead of 5 minutes...



Forbidden Attraction



James had just about everything he'd always said he wanted. He had a great career, house, and a family. His wife, Lisa, was his idea of the perfect wife. She was beautiful, intelligent, and they had a great relationship. The only problem was his daughter, Vicky. They seemed to have a love-hate relationship. While he was sure his daughter loved him very much, she was always disobeying his orders or acting out. 

James had been hearing about Vicky's sexual escapades since she was 15 and now, at 23, he knew she had to be quite experienced. James knew he was wrong for thinking about his daughter in that way but the way she acted around him sometimes caused him to wonder if she thought about him too. Vicky loved to do things like sit in his lap and "accidentally" grind her ass on his dick. Whenever his wife was away, Vicky would walk around in nothing but a thin white shirt. She had to be doing it on purpose but he couldn't risk being wrong. So, instead, he tried to ignore his intuitions. 

This all changed when one night, as James headed to the kitchen for a snack. As he walked to the kitchen he heard his name coming from Vicky's bedroom. At first he thought she might be calling him, but her voice was too low for that. He slowly pushed Vicky's door open just enough to see her lying on her bed playing with herself. Her eyes were closed and she was desperately shoving two of her fingers in and out of her pussy while calling his name. "Oh daddy, please fuck me..I've been a bad girl." Hearing those words come out of her mouth made his dick instantly hard. He wanted to walk in and fuck her right then but his conscience got the better of him. He slowly pulled her door closed and made his way back to his room.

Weeks had passed since James had watched Vicky play with herself that night. He'd decided not to say anything to Vicky about it although he fantasized about that moment every night. Vicky was her usual flirtatious self but she never gave her father any indication that she fantasized about him. If he hadn't seen her that night he would still be thinking it was all in his head. Now, Lisa was going out of town for the weekend and he and Vicky would be alone. Secretly, James hoped that he would catch her masturbating again. 

When Friday finally came, James was excited at the thought of being alone with Vicky for an entire weekend. He wasn't sure why, he just knew he wanted to see Vicky again. Maybe even catch her with one of her boyfriends. But, Lisa had been gone all day and Vicky was nowhere to be found. It was starting to get late and James got more and more frustrated as time passed so he decided to watch TV and go to bed. Just as he was beginning to doze off Vicky walked into his bedroom. 

"Dad can I watch TV in here?" She was wearing a t-shirt and definitely no bra. 

"Sure." he mumbled. 

She jumped on the bed and grabbed the remote. 

"Damn, I forgot my glasses," she said, and moved to the foot of the bed to lie on her stomach. 

The t-shirt barely covered her ass and James tried hard not to stare but his dick was starting to get hard. 

"So.." he began, "where've you been all…" 

Just then she spread her legs and he could see that she wasn't wearing any panties and her pussy was shaved clean. His dick instantly stood up and he choked on his last word. Vicky turned around. 

"Dad are you okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm just tired," he said. "Where've you been?" 

She stared at his dick for a second. But then acted like she didn't see anything. 

"Just hangin out," she smiled. "Daddy can I ask you a question," she said. 

James didn't know what to expect. What if she asked about his hard-on? Damn, he thought, it's not like I can really tell her not to ask her question. Well, maybe she didn't even notice it. 

"Sure Vicky, what's up?" he said in his most 'fatherly' tone. 

Vicky crawled to the top of the bed and laid her head on her dad's chest. 

"Well," she began, "I kinda have this problem." 

She snuggled up to his chest and played with his chest hairs just like she used to do when she was little. But James could feel her breast pressed against his side and her gentle strokes were keeping his dick hard so he knew she was not so little anymore. He decided that maybe if he put himself in the "dad" mindset he'd be able to calm himself down. 

"Vicky, you know you can talk to me about anything. I'm your dad," he said. 

"Okay," she said. 

Without another word she slid her hand from his chest to his dick. James was so shocked that he jumped. But Vicky didn't even flinch and began gently stroking his dick. 

"Vicky, what are you doing!" he asked. 

But Vicky ignored him and continued stroking. His breathing was getting heavier and soon his protests were accompanied by low moans of pleasure. James's mind was running in a million different directions. He was trying to think of what he should say to make her stop but at the same time, she was making him feel so good that he didn't really want her to. Before he could let out another protest Vicky stopped stroking and climbed on top of him. He could feel the heat from her pussy and her juices were dripping onto his stomach. He wondered if all this was really happening or was he asleep. Vicky looked directly into his eyes. 

"Daddy," she said. "When I was 15 I saw your dick as you were getting out of the shower one morning. I've wanted to fuck you ever since. I know you want me too. Maybe not then, but definitely now. I know my mom doesn't make you happy. Let me make you happy daddy." 

James could not believe his ears or his eyes as he watched Vicky pull her t-shirt off over her head and throw it on the floor. Her body was perfect. He knew he wanted her. He'd been fantasizing about this for weeks. But he couldn't help but think how wrong it would be to sleep with his daughter. Vicky obviously didn't care. As soon as she pulled her shirt off she started kissing his chest. She used her tongue like an expert, sucking and licking his nipples and running her tongue down to his belly button. When she got to his shorts, Vicky quickly pulled them off and placed soft kisses on his dick then gently sucked one of his balls into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue. She had definitely done this a time or two before. She seemed to know all the right spots to lick. When she took the entire length of his dick into her warm mouth, James felt his toes curl for the first time ever. It was all feeling too good. 

"Vicky, you have to stop. This isn't right," James protested. 

Vicky stopped and looked up at him. 

"Daddy… shut up and fuck me!" she said, sounding disgusted. 

Then she climbed on top of him and made her way to his face. 

"Eat my pussy daddy... I know you wanna taste it... I wanna grind my pussy on your lips. Pleease daddy.. Lick it." 

James laid there, his daughter's wet pussy just an inch away from his lips. Vicky was holding her pussy lips apart and he could see that her clit was engorged and eagerly awaiting his kiss. This was it... Once he became a willing participant there was no turning back. 

James lay there for what felt like hours trying to decide whether he should go for it or not. He could smell her pussy and his mouth was beginning to water but he was scared. In reality, what seems like hours was only seconds. Vicky was horny and she was not about to let her dad fuck up what she'd been waiting so long for. 

"Lemme help you daddy," she said, then grabbed his head and buried his face in her pussy. 

"Come on daddy. Suck my clit. I want your tongue in my pussy." 

Vicky's pussy juices were already running down the side of James's face. He couldn't take anymore. He grabbed her ass and pulled her harder onto his face and began sucking and licking her clit like a starving animal. 

"Oh yes daddy, that's it, suck my pussy." 

Vicky began to slowly grind her pussy on her father's lips. As James sucked her large clit into his mouth, found her spot, and flicked his tongue over it, Vicky began to work her hips back and forth with more speed. Her juices were running down his face and neck and Vicky was screaming and moaning wildly. 

"Come on daddy, make me cum. Does my pussy taste better than mommy's? Daddy, I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll never wanna fuck mommy again." 

Vicky's words sent chills thru James's body. He decided that he had to see what his little girl had to offer. He buried his face deeper into her pussy and licked her clit even faster. Just then Vicky grabbed his head and let out a series of loud moans as her body quivered from her orgasm. She climbed off James's face and slid her wet pussy down his chest to rest on his swollen dick then kissed her father deeply and sucked her own juices off of his lips. 

"Daddy, I had no idea you were so good at eating pussy," she said. "Now I know you want me too. But I'm not gonna fuck you tonight daddy. I want you to think about my pussy for a while. I want you to play with your dick tonight and think about me while I lay in my room playing with my pussy thinking about you." 

Then she innocently kissed him on the cheek and left.

* * * * *

I'm already working on the continuation of this story right now. Please let me know what you think so that part II can be better even better than part I. 



Forbidden Attraction



Paul Yancy had been in love with the same woman since he was thirteen. She was a very beautiful mature female. The center of the youthful fantasies stood 5'9" with shoulder length curly raven hair, piercing blue eyes, and a full athletic body. A pair of firm hips, rounded tight ass and a very marvelous set of 40DD's completed the gorgeous picture. 

The love struck teenager would take every opportunity to visually roam the curvy sexy body with lusting eyes. Whenever she bent over a sneak peek would be done down a low cut top. Often hot stares were given at a firm butt whenever it passed by. 

Paul did this despite the fact that she was his mother! Sally Yancy was just about the prettiest woman the young boy had ever seen. He would often masturbate to the parent's image.

Sally also had a problem. There was this handsome young man she was in love with. He was an active athletic male who stood almost six-foot lad with blue eyes and dark brown curly hair. As puberty came and went, the sought after body had became even more muscular and firm. 

That was her son Paul. He was the most handsome of man she knew. With each passing year the boy become more desirable. 

At first she thought it was just a mother's pride. But soon forbidden thoughts and erotic scenarios begin to surface about the good-looking offspring developed. The parent soon knew the love for her son was the forbidden type. 

The lusting mother often positioned to see the hunky body as it left the shower in just a towel. She would 'accidentally' walk in on the unsuspecting son in his room in different stages of dress. Often the hot parent played private teasing games with the sprouting teenager. 

Sally would dress sexually to entertain the hormone-exploding lad. The well-developed mature woman would bend over showing off a very beautiful bosom. Or she would sit in short shirts allowing a full view of a dark, pantied covered crotch.

Either mother or son let the other know of the taboo lust. They would function as a family with the forbidding desires concealed well. It was a hidden lust that was never to be revealed. That all changed shortly after Paul's eighteenth birthday.

Late one night she had woken up to go to the bathroom. While passing Paul's room she noticed a light on. His voice could be heard. At first the naïve parent thought he was on the phone. 

Sally felt it was inappropriate to be on the phone this late at night. She moved toward the door. Starting to push it wider, the pretty mother received a very hot sight.

Paul was naked on his bed masturbating. The young muscular body was covered with sweat. A beautiful eight-inch cock was being stroked feverishly. 

The erotic vision inundated the voyaging mother. At first embarrassment surface but it was soon replaced with desire. The sight was beautiful!

The masturbating boy's body muscles rippled with the sensations of the act. He looked like an Adonis to the lusting parent. Her son was the hottest nude male she had ever seen!

A mature pussy waters at the sight. Guilt rises quickly. The desired filled mother properly decides to leave and not say anything.

"Oh mother," she hears his whispered voice say, "I want your body so much."

Her son was masturbating saying her name! That was a shock! Sally quickly turns back around. 

That's when the peeking tom parent saw what Paul was using as a visual aid! It was a picture of her! It was one taken a few summers back where she was dressed in a bikini! He had it enlarged to an eight by ten for a better image.

"Oh yes, mother!" Paul moans in a hushed voice, "I wanna feel your tight pussy around my cock!"

Paul was going to climax at any moment. Sally knew it wasn't proper to watch. The lusting mother practically ran back to her room. She hoped her husband would like being awoken by a blowjob!

The cat was out of the bag, so to speak! Her boy was lusting in the same way she was! He wanted her body! It was such a turn on for the hot mother to know that erotic fact!

The next morning Paul strangely stayed aloof. He was quiet. Dress quickly and didn't bother with breakfast. The boy was out the door and off to school without the traditional good-bye kiss.

Sally was perplexed at his actions and her reaction! The entire day was spent going over the erotic scene in her head. Guilt accompanied every thought. 

Paul was her son and she was married to his father. Nothing could ever occur between them! It was wrong for these feelings to so dominate! They must be fraught as much as possible.

When Paul came home from school, he quickly retired to his room. Sally thought bout going to talk with him but decided not. Morethanlikely, he was studying for college entrance exams.

An hour later Sally was in the front room watching TV when her son came in. Paul sat next to his sexy mom. There was a sheepish look on the young face.

"Mom," he slowly begins, "I need to tell you something an' I'm not too sure I should."

Placing a loving hand on the broad shoulder, she comforts, "Baby, you know you can talk to me about anything."

"It's dirty," Paul stumbles, "It's all wrong."

"Let me be the judge of that, baby," Sally insists in a soft tone, "Please tell me what is botherin' you, son."

"Last night, Mother----," he hesitatedly began, "Last night---, I---, well, I---," He looked at her with pleading eyes hurriedly saying, "I knew you were watchin' me jack off!"

"You knew I was peekin' in an'ya didn't stop!" Sally yaps sitting up. The soft hand didn't remove him the big shoulder.

"I knew you would hate me for doin' that!" the embarrassed son rues starting to stand up.

"I don't hate you, baby!" the surprised mother corrects preventing him from rising.

"You don't understand, mom," Paul confesses in a quivering voice, "I wanted you to see me cum!" He hastily adds, "I love you, mom an' I want to be with ya." 

"I love you, baby," Sally misunderstood, "An' I want you to be with me always." 

"No! No, you don't understand!" the frustrated son expounds in almost a yell, "I wanna fuck you! I want to take those gorgeous titties an' suck 'em dry! I want ya pussy!"

The totality caught off guard mother sat back in surprise. She was shocked at the words. The alarm feelings weren't because the fact that the unleashed passions expressed was taboo but the fact it was her identical feelings toward her handsome son!

"See?" he queries in an almost little boy voice, "Now doncha hate me!?"

A mature pussy instantaneously became wet. Large, dark nipples harden against the thin material of the blouse. Deep breathing of surprise was sounded. 

"No, baby," Sally tries to ease, "I really don't hate you." 

"Yes you do!" the very shamefaced Paul disagrees starting to stand up, "You are my mother an' I'm such'a sick bastard!"

"No, damnit!" the loving parent stands up shifting in front of the mortified lad, "I love you more than you even know!" she pushes him back down on the couch.

The low cut blouse drops open exposing the braless large twin breasts at close view. Paul's eyes automatically widen at the sight. The son froze at the sight.

"I too have forbidden desires!" Sally hurriedly admits, "I want ya to grab my titties an' begin suckling 'em like a you did as a baby! I wanna feel that beautiful cock deep inside me!" 

"You do?" Paul mumbles surprised.

The admission of lust makes the young mother feel free. All these years of hiding the taboo desires were now in the past. She just told her son the wish to be fucked by him!

"I don't believe I just said that!" she amazes sitting back on the couch.

The pair set silently on the sofa. Both mentality digested what had been said. They were trying to figure what was to happen next.

"So what are we gonna do?" Paul inquires slowly. 

"I think we should take this one step at a time," Sally answers, "This is just too much to make a decision on now." 

"Are we freaks?" the still off balance son asks, "Are we evil?"

"Well, we are freaks," the concerned mother admits, then disagrees, "We're not evil." 

"You know it just wouldn't be right to do anything," Paul says sadly, "You're married an' we're mother an' son." 

"I never said you were stupid, baby," Sally agrees, "You're right. We can't act on these desires. It'd be all wrong."

Moving closer to his sexy mother, the lusting son states, "Knowin' what I know now, I don't think I could resist touchin' you." 

"Knowin' what I know," the lusting parent agrees, "I don't think I would stop you from touchin' me." 

The two again fell into silence contemplating the dilemma. They knew a decision must be made now. This could not go any further.

"This situation is even harder to handle considerin' how Dad treats you," Paul accuses, "He's a dick an' don't treat ya lik'a lady." 

"He don't treat me all that bad, baby," Sally defends, "He gives me a good home, security and especially a wonderful son."

"Bullshit!" the loving son angrily dismisses, "He's got his dick up some other bitch's cunt all the time!" With rising passion, Paul adds, "He fucks anything that walks an' most aren't fit to kiss your feet!"

Sally stares at her handsome son with loving eyes. His feelings for her were so wonderful and pure. She wants to hold that young, athletic body now.

Paul looks at his mother's rising chest. She was such a sexy and hot woman. He wants to caress those beautiful mounds and be between those curvy legs.

"Nevertheless," Sally mandates, "We can't touch each other." She reminds using Paul's words, "I'm married an' you're my son. It would be incest plain an' simple."

"Yes, mother," the horny teenager regrettably admits, "you're quite right." 

They agreed to stop lusting and stop the sexual games. It was decided to keep the relationship a normal mother son one. It wasn't going to be easy.

Paul tried to get over the unnatural lust for his mother by laying ever girl possible. This only led to mental comparisons of their bodies to his parent's. Also the involuntary fantasies of the girl being his mother would occur.

Sally tried to get her husband to be more sexually active. She offered to 'experiment' to keep their sex lives good. Even after a threesome with another woman, it wasn't working. 

The problem was her husband just wasn't in love with her like he was. The wondering spouse kept having affairs. He wasn't trying to keep the marriage going. 

Sally's frustration was at the boiling point. The craving for her offspring was becoming uncontrollable. She knew something had to give. 

After Paul graduated from high school, she recommended for him to accept an athletic scholarship to a distant school. At first the loving son didn't want to go. But Sally was very persuasive.

The next two years were a sexual hell for the sexy raven-haired vixen. Her marriage was going deeper into hell. Her 'love life' was almost non-existence. Her happiness was at a low. 

Only Paul's home visits doing the holidays and breaks were the happy times. They would go out together to dinner and other such activities. From his actions, Sally was sure he had gotten over her. He had moved on. The horny parent wished she had gotten over the sexy son.

Paul was continuing his sexual odyssey in college. As a handsome jock, the boy was getting laid as much as possible. But there was no real satisfaction. Each conquest was no more that a sexual surrogate for the hot parent.

The visits home were exciting. He and his mother went out to dinner and on dates together. Yet from her actions, he knew she had moved pass her lust for him.

Shortly before Paul's twentieth birthday he had received a call from Sally. His parents were breaking up. She had filed for divorce. The heartbroken mother asked if he could come home to help with the transition. He quickly agreed.

Sally was happy to have her son back home. He was the only one who could help her get over his father. The loyal offspring quickly assisted in the packing and transfer of her husband's personal items.

She began to notice Paul as a man again. His body had improved with the two plus years of college athletics. He was as handsome as ever. God! He was such a sexy man now!

Paul was not unaffected by his mother. Her large breasts and trim hips presented a marvelously sexy body. She was still as hot as ever.

The one thing that was becoming more of a factor was they were both legally adults. She was no longer married to his father.

The young man's eyes started ogling the older mature body again. He suspected that his mother might be feeling the same. She was wearing the slutty outfits from a few years back. Paul was sure Sally was encouraging the lusty thoughts. 

One hot afternoon the passions erupted. They were doing some house cleaning. Both were dressed in skimpy outfits while carrying out the chore on the warm day. 

Sally was in a set of Daisy Duke shorts and a tight white blouse. The flimsy material of the shirt hid very little of the large luscious mounds. The dark nipples pushed outward. The short pants rode high pressing deep into the pussy and ass crevasses. 

Paul was in a tight pair of sport shorts and a tank top. The material of both shorts and top embrace the young athletic body. Every detail of the muscular physique showed perfectly. 

The hot young man could no longer hide the lusting long looks at his parent. Sally was just too nice. He was openly watching his mother's body with hungry eyes.

"I like the way you're lookin' at me, baby." Sally suddenly says, "It makes the old feelings come back." 

"Really?" Paul chirps happily, "The old feelings are still there?"

"God forgive me, baby," Sally reveals stroking his arm, "They've never left."

"You really mean that!?" hot son excitedly asks feeling a cock stir.

"You an' I have a special bond," she tells wrapping arms around him, "Nothing can ever change that." Pulling closer she adds, "An' we'll always have that no matter what." With a kiss on the cheek, she hotly says, "I can divorce your father, but I can't divorce my son. So our love is forever." 

Paul slid excited hands over his mother's back and to the bottom of the short, tight shirt. They moved underneath slowly feeling the soft taboo skin. A young cock was getting even harder while touching his mother's smooth flesh. 

Sally ran her hand down to the trim lower back. He was pressed tighter against a mature warm body. A bulge was felt in his crotch.

"It's ok, Paul," she breaths into his ear "I know you're hard an' I don't mind."

All the uneasiness melted away with his mother's reassuring words. It was a relief to know the old confessed love was still there. They pressed closer. His cock rubbed inside the nylon sports trunks onto her lower stomach. The warmth of a turned on pussy could be felt back.

"Your skin is so soft, Mom," Paul says still rubbing hands across the slender back.

"An' your rod is so hard," Sally teases giving a wink.

The lusting duo stayed like that for several minutes. Holding and caressing one another until Paul pulled back 

"Mom," he reminds weakly, "Ya know we are goin' where we promised not to go."

Sally released the grip. Mature hands slid hands down over the muscular arms. The sexy mother shyly smiled at her handsome son.

"I know." She agrees unenthusiastically, "But things have changed." 

"You mean because we're both now consenting adults," Paul says holding her hands "an' you're no longer a married woman."

"That's right, baby," Sally quickly agrees, "It seems our situation has changed but our love has not." 

"I love you, Mom," he confesses giving a peck on the lips.

"I love you too, my son," she responds returning the kiss.

It then became a deep French type. Their tongue twisted and turned together. It was the first passionate embrace the two had ever engaged in.

"So, what now?" the breathless son honestly asks breaking the kiss.

"Everything is out on the table." The turned on mother suggests, "Perhaps it's time to move to the next level."

"I believe so," Paul hastily agrees.

"It's not like we can pretend they don't exist." She reminds, "We love each other in a way mother and son should never feel an' I don't believe either of us thinks it's wrong." 

"I sure don't, mom," Paul states with a smile.

"I know you wanna fuck me, baby," she hotly states dragging a fingernail down a corded arm, "An' I want to fuck you." 

"That's a fact," Paul hurriedly agrees. Hearing her used the word "Fuck" made the lusting son hotter.

"Well, this can be our little secret," Sally says now running hands across a broad chest, "What happens between us, stays with us."

Paul realized his mother was about to break society's rules. She was going to give herself to him. The woman he loved as far back as remembered was going to be his this day. 

"How can this be bad when it feels so to feel this way?" the sexy mother coos. 

Sally was ready. She loved Paul as a man since puberty. It didn't matter he was her son but this unnatural love was always there. Even with him gone over the last couple years, the love only grew. She would allow her son to take her as a lover this day. It had been put off far too long.

"Mother," Paul hotly says staring down at the taboo chest, "You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen."

"They are nice," Sally brags, watching her son blatantly stare at the big mounds, "They make all men even some woman, horny. I know people like to look at these puppies."

"Well," her son lustfully states, "I always have." 

"An' from now on," she passionately promises cupping the large orbs, "You won't have to just look at 'em." 

"I do like that!" Paul states staring at his mother's nipples poking out through the thin material.

"They," the lusting parent automatically adds, "an' everything else is now yours to do what you wish."

"Omigod, mother," Paul suddenly realizes, "You---, you just, offered up your body!"

"Yes I did, baby," Sally hotly encourages, "An' now I think you should take me up on my offer."

"Mom," the completely turned on son admits, "I'm so horny, I might cum in my pants before I cum in you." 

"That's OK, dear," she assures smiling, "I believe I can help you cum more than once." She then submits, "Let me help you pull that shirt off." 

Paul automatically lifted his arms. Sally tugged the shirt off over his head. It was dropped it on the floor. 

"Let's go up to my bedroom an' make ourselves more comfortable," Sally urges.

The lusting mother shucked off the tight blouse. She enjoyed knowing her son watched the 40DD's gain their freedom. It made a mature pussy wetter.

Then she turns and walks upstairs. A firm ass wiggles leading the way. Arriving in her room, Sally slides the Daisy Dukes down. It reveals that she hadn't bothered with panties this day. 

Paul, for the first time was openly seeing his sexy mother completely naked. The parent's body was just as hot as ever. A stiff cock begins to leak pre-semen.

"Doncha think you should get out of your shorts?" Sally suggests. 

The young man's eyes were locked on the mature twat. The covering of dark curls made it look so tasty. It was the most beautiful cunny the lad had ever seen.

A part of shorts and underpants comes off in off in one sudden tug. A hard cock springs free. Sally's eyes widen, admiring the size of the forbidden tool. 

"Do'ya like what you see, dear?" Sally whispers, pulling him down onto the bed. "My god you have developed into such'a big stud," the turned on mother whispers moving next to him.

"An' you've remained such a hottie, mom," Paul whispers back. 

The taboo couple lock into another deep passionate kiss. Their nude bodies rubbed against each other for the first time. Hands, with wild abandoning, explore the new forbidden territory. 

"Paul," breaking the kiss, Sally pants, "I've wanted to be in this position with you for such'a long time." A long finger ran the seam of the taboo rod, "I can't believe it has actually happenin'."




Forbidden Attraction



"Neither can I, mother," Paul says pulling her back to his mouth.

Again the mother/son lovers embrace into a deep kiss. The two hot bodies press tighter together. A pair of mature curvy legs crosses over a set of young muscular ones. A wet pussy nestles a long hard cock.

"I wanna give you the finest blow job you've ever had," Sally lustfully coos. She grasps the young erection, instructing, "Now you lay back an' enjoy it." She strokes it softly. 

"Take me deep, mother," Paul groans, "I've wanted to cum in your mouth."

"Let me love your wonderful dick, baby," Sally says moving to long hard tool, "Let your mother be the best cocksucker you know."

A pink, warm tongue slowly goes from the head, down the under seam and to a large ball sac. A hot mouth caresses a ball with tender lips. The hot tongue slowly trace up the hard cockshaft to the purple mushroom head that glistens with pre-semen. 

"Please, my handsome son," Sally hotly coos, "Let your mother know the taste of your sweet love juices." 

A hot mouth inhales the stiff rod to the root. A nervous tongue laps and washes the pulsating meat stick lovingly. A raven head slowly bobs.

"That feels so good, mom," Paul sighs with arching hips, "It feels much nicer than any one has done before." 

A pair of athletic legs spread farther apart. Experienced fingers begin to fondle a pair of large balls while a talented mouth sucks the hard cock. The mother's loving touches had the son twisting with pleasure.

"Please, my wonderful lover," Sally, temporarily removing a hot mouth, groans, "Please never refuse me this cock." 

"Oh gawd, Mom," Paul moans, "I can never imagine ever refusing you."

She leans over and re-captures the end of stiff cock into hungry mouth. A warm tongue caresses the head. The feathery touches on the ball sac increase.

"Oh god," he moans louder, "Oh my dear sexy mother!" 

Paul lifts his head to watch. His parent continues to give a loving blowjob. Sally inhales the entire head into a talented mouth. She sucks and licks with slow tender movements. The sounds of love quickly fill the room. 

"Damn! This is the finest, most lovin' cock sucking I've ever had!" the helpless son groans, "I love you so much, mother!" 

Paul was contorting and twisting to his parent's oral manipulations. Sally's raven head bobs with a consisted rhythm. Suddenly the feel of sperm boiling up in a retracted ball sac starts.

"I'm gonna cum, mom," he shouts blindly, "I'm gonna cum hard!"

"Yes, baby," Sally, moans briefly releasing the stiff dick, "Yes, my sweet son! Please cum fully into my mouth!" With a final pant, she begs, "Give your mother that sweet tastin' cum!"

The full eight inches were swallowed deeply into the lusting mouth. It seals round pulsating rod greedily. Her heads jerks faster encouraging the powerful climax.

"Yes!" Paul screams, "Yes! Goddamnit! I'm cummin' momma! I'm cummin' very hard." 

Paul's athletic body involuntarily flexes and taunts as the river of sperm rushes from a tight testicle sack. The sensations causes the young jock to twist with pleasure as the cum launches into his parent's hungry mouth. Sally sucks deeper capturing all of the forbidden fluids.

After a final wave of pleasure, Paul melts into the bed. Sally licks the entire shaft with a wet tongue. She cleans the taboo tool completely. 

"That was the very best blow job ever!" the handsome son pants. 

"That was the sweetest cum I've ever tasted," the beautiful mother hotly states.

The two engage into a deep kiss. Paul can taste his cum in his mother's mouth. It is a wonderful flavor.

Sally still relishes the taste of her son's semen. It was the most marvelous sensation the sexy parent had ever had in her mouth. It wouldn't be the last time she would savor her boy's juices.

Paul lay on his back panting. The cocksucking really sucked! The young lad couldn't remember ever being pleasured so completely.

"Hav'ya ever eaten pussy, son?" Sally asks running a long finger along the penal seam. 

"I have a couple of times," he pants, "But I've never found cunt all that tasty."

"That's because you haven't tried mine, dear." Sally brags laying opposite of him.

"Then bring on the cunny, honey," Paul hotly challenges.

"I will, baby," the sexy mother suggests, "But I want you to let me have your cock again." 

"You wanna blow me again?" the handsome son amusingly asks, "You wanna suck my cock again?"

"Yes, I wanna make love to your cock again, baby," Sally lustfully admits, "I want you to cum in my mouth one more time before that beautiful dickie goes up my cunny."

The horny mother resumed kissing and licking her son's hard dick. A pair of glistening pussy hips moves closer to his face. A set of curvy legs spread open exposing the forbidden cunt. 

"Ooooooh," Sally emits a little groan feeling the first gentle touches of her son's tongue. 

Paul realizes his mother was right. Her pussy does taste better than the girls he had before. It didn't take long before a young tongue was lapping and licking a raven-hair covered slit. His face was buried in the pulsating pussy. An anxious tongue attempts to find the depths of her slippery vagina. 

Sally's lips were wrapped firmly around her son's stiff cock. It moved in and out of a talented mouth. She loved the taboo tool without restriction.

"I love you so much, Paul," Sally coos licking the stiff shaft, "Please, my wonderful son, always be willin' to cum in my mouth." 

Sally was enormously excited by the incestuous oral lovemaking. A surge of pleasure erupted inside the sex driven mother. An experienced mouth sucks and strokes the youthful dick even deeper. She had never been so much in love with a cock like this forbidden tool. 

"Oh sweet goodness!" Paul wails, "I'm cummin', mom!" With hips thrusting off the bed, he yells, "My sperm is for you mommmmmmmmmmm!"

Sally feels her son's cock erupt again. A bountiful load of taboo warm cum once again launches into her mouth. She swallows as fast as it rockets in. A sealed mouth prevents any drop of getting away. 

"Ummmmmmmmh!" the sex hazed parent moans over the pulsating tool.

Paul hungrily lunges his tongue inside of her. Warm juices leak from the hot hole. His mother was right. This was the sweetest pussy he had ever tasted. 

He enthusiastically laps at the forbidden pussy. An anxious tongue plays with a swollen clit. His mother's cunt was so wonderfully good.

Paul's tongue slides deeply into the tight pink hole. He wiggles it playfully inside of the glistening cunt. The hot fleshy lips kisses back against the invading mouth.

"Omigod!" Sally wails, feeling the illicit tongue, "Make me cum, Baby!" 

A mature pussy trembles excitedly. A mother's hips grind a quivering cunt against Paul's mouth. Her hips spasms as another climatic wave vibrate.

"Eat me, baby!" she cries out in pleasure, "Eat you're Momma raw!"

Paul quickly fucks his mother's cunt with a pink wet tongue. He rubs in unison with an index finger a sensitive swollen clit. A flat pelvis, in spasmodic motion, pushes against the attacking digit and tongue. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" She gasps, "I'm givin' up a piece o' ass to my little boy!"

On completion of the climax, Sally falls next to her son on the bed. The two lovers stare deep into the other's eyes. They smile in unison.

They knew this was right. Sally felt free from guilt of crossing the societal forbidden zone. This is the man she loved for years and now he was hers. 

Paul was also feeling wonderful about the encounter. He loved her since remembering. The mature beauty was the love of his life. She was now his. 

Sally wanted to complete the sexual bond between them. It was time he experienced all of her body. She wanted the handsome young man completely.

"Do'ya like mommy's titties, dear?" she coos sitting up. 

The twin mounds are cradled in her hands. Two middle fingers play with the dark nipples. They spring to erectness. 

"Oh, yes, mom," Paul lustfully answers, "Your tits are awesome!" 

"Would you like to suck an' kiss them, baby?" Sally offers lowing next to him.

The lusting son had wanted these large beauties for years. Now here on the bed they were inches from his drooling mouth. A pair of wet lips was licked repeatedly. 

"Mom," he whispers huskily, "I've dreamed of this so many times." 

She pushes a large titty closer. His lips close around one perky nipple. He sucks it energetically. 

"Ooooooooooh!" Sally groans to the touch.

She wanted to take him to another powerful climax. This time the hot juices would "Do the other one now, honey," Sally murmurs running hands across a young naked torso. 

Mature fingers massage the hard muscles. The roving fingers goes to the male nipples. They swelled with the touches. 

Paul continues to supple the dark nipples. A pair of excited lips alternates between the two erect nubs. He would inhale the entire areole into a hungry mouth on each turn. 

"I want ya to fuck me, baby," Sally moans in a hiss, "I wanna give ya the kind of love that only a mother can give." With rising passions, she groans louder. "I know you wanna shove your big hard cock deep into me." 

Sally caught a hand. It was pushed down to a leaking cunt. He responds with probing fingers. Her son's digits were so good on an engorged clit. 

The hot mother could feel her son's throbbing erection slide up a curvy leg. She captured the pulsating dick in a warm hard. It felt so wonderful vibrating in her palm. 

"Mom," Paul asks with teasing fingers in a quavering vagina, "Tell me whatcha want me to do." 

"Just follow my lead, baby," Sally lays back spreading a set of curvy legs saying, "An' I'll show ya how to enjoy this mother's body." 

"I want your cunny so much, mother," Paul says moving into position, "I don't care what society declares, you've always been my dream piece."

"Get between my legs, baby," Sally urges hotly as two finger spread a set of glistening pink lips, "Put you penis deep onto momma's cunny, dear." She sighs rotating an inviting crotch, "Your Momma wants ya now." 

"An' a very hard cock is wantin' you," Paul responds aiming a stiff rod.

Sally then grasps the youthful pole. It is guided to a set of glistening lips. All her forbidden fantasies where about to come to pass. 

"Rub your cock head along this wet slit," the sex hazed parent instructs in a hushed whisper, "Make me wet an' slippery." The lusting mother groans loudly, "Slide that big dick right into me deep, baby! Make momma a piece o' ass!" 

Paul presses a hard dick between the taboo cunt lips. His young body trembles with the feeling. She was the center of all of his fantasies. Now his beautiful mother was making all those erotic dreams real. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she moans raising a set of trim hips to meet the invading rod.

Sally eagerly needs to feel her pussy filled by Paul's huge erection. She pulls the youthful cock deeper with legs wrapping about a set of muscular thighs. Her son's rod is so perfect and right sliding into her.

"Gawddamn, mother!" he moans louder feeling the forbidden pussy, "Your cunny is so right for me!"

"That's right, baby," Sally whispers hotly, "Now you can fuck your momma like you've always wanted." Tightening legs around the trim waist she huskily groans, "Slide that big dick in an' out of my pussy. Make me happier than I've ever been." 

After years of lusting, the son/mother lovers were fucking. Sally locks onto Paul's cock with mature vaginal muscles. The son pushes in fully, filling the talented cunt completely. 

"Your pussy feels so good, mom," Paul gasps, "It's so slippery an' tight." 

The stiff young cock pistons wildly in the mature cunt. A mother's legs tighten. They groan as the waves of pleasure start rippling quicker.

"That's it, baby!" that panting Sally spurs running hands ran across a muscular back, "Pump your mother deep!" With heels digging into his back, she praises, "Thank goodness I just sucked ya off! 

"Yeah!" he huskily agrees pumping deep into the taboo cunt, " Or I would've already cum!" 

"Slower, baby," Sally orders in a hushed voice, "We've got lot's of time." 

Her slick, wet cunt slides up and down the stiff rod. The sensations are incredible. Her son's youthful cock excites the hot parent as never before. 

"Oh, mom," Paul groans, "You're the finest piece o' ass I've ever gotten!"

"Omigod, baby," the prideful mother moans moving a set of curvy legs higher, "You're makin' me so happy!'

With each stroke Paul attempts to bury fully length inside his mother. She was giving an excellent fuck. The love-obsessed son pushes harder as the ripples of a powerful climax rise.

Sally hump back against the plunging cock. With each incestuous downward thrust, a hot virginal cavern pushes back. She wants every inch of the forbidden dick inside as much as possible. 

"Omigod!" she gasps, "You're fillin' me so deep, baby!"

"You're so tight, momma!" Paul pants, "I've never had such'a tight cunny before!"

"Yes baby! Yes!" Sally groans as a mature body tense, "I'm cummin'! I'm gonna cum hard!" 

"Cum all over my cock, Mom!" Paul grunts, "You're the best fuck ever!" 

"Paul!" Sally cries passionately, "You are the best lover fuck, my stud son!" 

"Aaaaahhhhh!" the sex driven son wails as the thrusts go deeper, "Iiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!"

"I feelin' your sweet juices, baby!" the sex craze mother screams as the taboo semen flooded her belly, "Yes! Yessssss! Yessssssssssssssss!" 

The forbidden lovers' bodies twist and contort with the unified climax. They involuntarily vibrate as the waves came frequently and stronger. Finally the duo freezes in place then collapse in exhaustion.

The two laid in silence trying to control their breathing. The taboo lovers' were covered with a sheen of sweat. They were completely satisfied with the first love making session. 

It didn't matter if society would hate them. They were in true love. No one could tell them this was wrong. 

"Wait, baby," she says as Paul started to step onto the floor. "You're not already finished?"

"Hell no," Paul responds in a puzzled tone, "I thought you might need a rest."

"No, baby," Sally hotly brags, "This cunny is far from bein' finished." 

The horny son grins broadly. He leers at the sweat covered mature body. A young cock starts to rise again.

"An'," Sally continues, staring at his half-mast flagpole, "I'm simply not gonna let you leave this bed before I suck your big cock again."

Without another word, she crawls over to him, wraps a left hand around the stiff dick. It again is guided it into a wide-open mouth. 

"Ohmigod," Paul moans feelings his mother's soft lips again, "Your mouth feels even better than before." 

A young cock was already returning to a rigid status. As it expanded, Sally lovingly keeps a set of ruby lips around it. A hungry mouth swallows more of it. 

A bobbing raven head inhales down farther with every pass. Loud slurping sounds are heard the forbidden rod is consumed. A set of experienced fingers massages a set of nuts with feathery touches. 

"Oooooooh," Sally moans around the pulsating manhood.

It is pulled from a set of mature lips. An excited tongue begins to lick the bottom side near the head. It travels down the stiff shaft with a slow loving movement. 

"Ooh, yeah, hun," the sex hazed son says. "Right there. Lick my cock, Mom."

"Please, my handsome boy," Sally pants, "Always think of me suckin' your magnificent rod." 

An experienced tongue licks down near the retracted ball sac. A warm hand was jacking the young dick. Then Sally sits up and places a firm left hand around it. The taboo cock is stroked the complete length.

"Ughhhhhhh!" Paul grunts, "Jack it! Suck it! Make love to my big cock, Mother!"

The vigorous motion of the masturbation was making the set of huge tits dance up and down. Paul couldn't stand it anymore. He got up motioning for her to stay right where she was. 

"What are'ya doin'?" Sally asks.

"I'm gonna fuck your tits," the son huskily declares, "I've wanted to fuck those puppies since I realized how beautiful they were." 

"Ooh, baby!" the vixen mother purrs, "Bring that log up here!"

She was setting on a sexy ass. Paul comes up to face her on knees. The big globes are held loosely together. A stiff cock slides up between them. The hot tool bumps against her chin.

"Omigod, baby!" Sally hotly encourages, "Rub your big tool all over my titties."

"That feels so fuckin' good," he groans humping upward. 

A nervous pink tongue darts out and licks the head as it nears. Pre-semen is lapped off. The two large mounds are pressed even closer together.

The throbbing, young dick is pulled out of the full cleavage. The glistening tip was rubbed on one of the dark nipples, then the other. They spring back to attention.

A cum string goes from the dick head to the dark nub. Sally lifts up the titty and sucks the forbidden juice off. She then licks the other nipple teasingly.

"Oh, Paul, I'm so horny again," his mother begs with pleading eyes, "Your ol' momma's cunny needs paradise one more time."

"Mother," he hotly replies, "you're cunt is a whore's cunt."

"An' it wants you to slide every inch of that big cock back into where it belongs," Sally says giving the purple helmeted shaft a quick lick. 

The Sally swung a luscious ass around toward him. She gets on hands and knees. A pair of large tits sways in big circles. 

"This style, baby!" she pants, "Fuck your mother doggy style." 

Paul scrambles up behind her. The hard, ready cock is brought up to the comely ass. A brief thought of ramming the brown anus suddenly comes to mind.

As if reading her son's thoughts, a rounded hard ass rises higher. A low groan accompanied the offering. 

"You know, baby," she coos, "it ain't a complete act of incest until you butt fuck me."

Sally reaches behind grabbing the fine ass cheeks. A brown anus is exposed even more. The sexy legs were spread slightly wider for balance.

"I'm already a bitch in heat," Sally moans in a whisper, "Butt fuck me, my son, like the bitch your momma is!"

"Yes, you're a bitch, mom," Paul huskily maintains hotly palming the two cheek, "But still the most beautiful bitch in the universe."

"Fuck me, baby," she bags, "Fuck me up the ass." With an inviting wiggle she adds lustfully, "Butt fuck your whore mother raw!" 

Once again, his parent's wish was his command. The hot son mounts the sexy mother. A stiff cock is positioned to penetrate the alluring asshole. He spreads the curvy legs slightly for a lower angle. 

"Mom," Paul asks while shoving the shaft in, "did Dad ever like fuckin' this ass?"

"He didn't like it," Sally simply responds. 

"My father's a moron," Paul spats ramming harder.

"An' he certainly isn't the stud you are, baby," the sex driven mother wails.

"An' he never could be!" the sex driven son yells militantly.

The son's cock pounds his mother's ass. A mature sphincter tightens around the plunging rod with each stroke. They were in a unified sexual lust.

Sally smiles enjoying the pleasure making taboo cock. A long black curly mane swishes back and forth to the beat of the pounding rod. A rounded ass pushes back to meet the deep strokes.

"Faster!" Sally implores, "Faster! Make your bitch mother cum!"

"That's exactly what I'll do!" He growls, increasing the rhythms. 

Paul shoves as deep as possible. The feel is was just too good to believe. The son wishes he could have done this years ago.

"You're doin' it, baby!" the sex hazed mother squeals, "This is a great ass fuckin'!" She announces, "I'm gonna cum!" The hot parent orders, "Feel my cunt! Feel how wet it is!"

Paul places a hand on his mother's wet pussy and began to masturbate the clit. 

"I'm cumming!" the sex hazed offspring yells. 




Forbidden Attraction



The mature ass is hunched back into the plunging rod. Sally wants ever ounce of her son's cum up her bowels. The woman has never been so slutty. She was a true bitch in heat.

"Ahhhhhh!" she screams from the delightful sensation. 

"Oh gawd!" the passionate son yells, 'I'm cummin', Momma!" he yowls wildly, "I'm cummin' right up your ass!"

Paul fires what seems to be a gallon of cum up Sally's ass. The pleasure making anus sphincter tenses around the hard shaft. It was so tight he couldn't move. It was the closest hole he had ever had a cock in.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" Sally shrieks as a youthful finger bring a quavering cunt to a climax, "Iiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Their bodies again shimmer and quake together. Then the taboo lover's fall apart. The invading cock makes a 'pop' leaving the tight anus.

Sally, still panting, flips onto her back. The curvy legs widen. A very wet cunt is presented. 

"Again!" the hot mother orders huskily, "Again! Get back in this cunny now!"

"Damn, mother," Paul admires quickly rolling back on top, "you a fuckin' bitch in heat!"

"I'm your bitch in heat, son!" She wails insanely, "An' I need to be fucked again! Hard an' deep, baby!"

A young cock rams deep into the offering pussy. A set of firm legs wrap around the slender waist tightly. A sex-hazed couple begins a passionate act of blind love. 

"Oh, baby," Sally confesses in a husky voice, "I love knowin' that is it you, my son, fuckin' me." The hot mother says in a louder voice, "I feel all your muscles flexin' against me! Oh sweet god! Your huge pole is pumpin' my pussy is so good."

The words stimulate the twenty-year-old's lust. The boy pushes harder. The rhythm of the fuck increases.

"Go for it, baby!" Sally squeals lustfully, "Slide that big, long thing all the way in an' out!" A firm pelvis arches harder against him. "Give it to me, honey! Give it to your ol' mother good!"

A set of massive tits flails from side to side. They bounce against each other wildly. Paul was proud of his mother's tits. They were nature's gift to her and now him. 

"Play with my boobs again, sweetheart," Sally groans with closed eyes, "Caress an' feel those puppies up!"

Paul did as she asked. A pair of young hands roughly seizes the large flesh melons. He slowly moves down from the upper slopes to the erect nipples. The hard nubs are captured between thumb and forefinger

"They're unbelievable, mother," Paul moans feeling the hot nipples.

"Someday, I want ya to squirt cum all over 'em," Sally hotly admits arching a firm ass backward even harder to greedily keep her son's cock inside. "I've never allow no one to do that before."

"I'm about to cum, mother!" Paul huskily announces.

"Baby," Sally sighs still humping against the plunging rod, "your big dick is about to make me cum again."

"I'm gonna cum hard for ya, Mom," the sex-hazed son yells ramming wildly into the forbidden cunt.

"Get me off good!" Sally shouts back, "Then shoot that wonderful sperm all in me!"

Hearing those words brought him a step closer. Paul tightens the grip on a slim waist. The lusting son was pumping a stiff cock more savage than ever.

"I'm about to explode, baby!" she screams into the room. "Yes! Yesss! Yesssssss!" Sally breathlessly yells.

"That's it, mom!" Paul screams back, "Let that whore's cunt talk!"

Ughhhhhhhhh!" she wails blindly, Ooooh! Ooooooooooh! Ohhhhhhhhh," Sally pants, "God! Baby! Sweet jezzzzus! I'm cummin'! Oh! Yes! Oh Yesssssss!"

His mother's cunt contract savagely while bringing a powerful climax to a peak. The pulsating pussy walls are pure heaven on the young rod. Paul had never had any girl make him feel this way before!

"Oh, mother," he yells insanely, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum hard! 

"Yeah, baby," Sally gasps, "Give your mommy every inch of that marvelous tool!" 

"I want ya to cum harder than before!" the sex hazed son screams.

"Pump that big cock up in me, baby," Sally squeals loudly, "I wanna fill another big load! I wanna be drenched in your sperm!"

The mother/son fuck grew wilder. She insanely launches back against the plunging rod. He rams unabatedly without fear of hurting her.

"Oh, baby," Sally says in a climaxing whisper, "Your big balls just tightened up."

"Uuuuuuuugggggggh! Paul groans shivering with the arising pleasure wave, "Ooohhhhhh Gawwwwwwwwwwd!" he grunts. "I'm cummin'!" The lust controlled son wails giving one final thrust.

The pulsating rod feels marvelous. A mature cunt grabs the fully hard cock. It greedily pulsates around the invading dick. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Paul screams.

A hot string of cum blasts into the taboo cunt. The forbidden sperm fills the wonderful cavity completely. Some juices seep between a stiff cockshaft and wet pussy lips.

"Ummmmmmh," Sally moans feeling the love juices. 

She continues to capture the fluid until the trembling vagina is full. She falls onto the sheets. The young dick pops from the quavering pussy. A final stream of cum splatters across a flat lower abdomen. It oozes between a set of rounded ass cheeks. 

"You are so beautiful, mother," Paul hotly admires.

"Why did we wait so long?" she asks turning over. 

"Because we didn't what to cheapen the first time," he answers repositions a set of curvy legs.

"Your father might come around," Sally reminds.

"So?" he remarks sitting between a set of outstretched curvy legs.

"He could catch us," Sally points out playing with a hot, glistening pussy, "He could cause trouble if that happens." 

"An' he could get his ass kick," Paul hotly states with a re-hardening cock. 

"You've beat up your father for me?" Sally coos as he claimed back on top of the sexy sweat-covered body.

"You son claims you as his woman," Paul hisses, positioning a hard cock at her cunt entrance, "Gotta problem with that, bitch?"

"As you said, son," Sally consents wrapping long legs around his torso, "I'm a bitch. An' I will always take my son's cock." 

The lusting pair start another session of passionate love. It would be a night that would be repeated many times in the future. It was a passion that both would have difficulty of hiding. 

They knew it would be only a matter of time before being discovered. For Sally and Paul Yancy, that really didn't count anymore. This was a love that was meant to be. It was a love that had taken years to mature to this point.



Forbidden Attraction



Today, I woke up to the sound of chaos going on around me, the war between the vampires and lycans began, and I was almost unprepared...I ran out into the middle of the battle, strong and willing to fight for my life. I snapped necks, and scratched them so deeply that the werewolves just ended up bleeding to death. One wolf in particular decided to keep coming at me, swinging his massive claws trying to get a hit on me. I kept jumping out of the way, every time...well, except once. I felt his razor sharp claws dig into the skin on my arm and I let out a battle cry as I flitted out into the forest that lie beyond all the death and fighting. They didn't need me, and I needed to heal. I ran into the deep center of the forest and tried to look for a place to heal my arm. I needed to feed, but there were no humans around. I slowed down, no longer being able to see him behind me, chasing me. 

I climbed up a tree and watched the ground, just to be sure. I sat there a few minutes, letting the skin on my arm rebuild itself. I winced at the slight pain of the reconstruction. I waited, not being able to sense him, and then within a matter of minutes, I smelled him...but I didn't see him. Sure enough, he came walking cautiously across the forest floor, underneath the beautiful canopy of green trees as tall as the heavens. He sniffed around the ground, catching my scent and growled. He knew I was close...but where? The wind picked up, carrying my scent all over the place...That's when the werewolf stared up at me, and I swore I saw a malevolent smile spread across his canine lips. My eyes grew wide as I ran across the branches of the tree I was hiding in, and jumped to another tree. He followed on the ground below me, waiting for the opportunity to kill me if I fell. I then heard someone yell up at me,

"Just give it up, bloodsucker. Once you hit the ground, you're mine."

I hissed, "Fat chance, dog. I'm stronger and faster than you, and you know it!"

I flew down to the ground, and hit with such force that a small portion of the earth around us shook, as though a tiny earthquake had just occurred. I slowly walked towards the nude man standing in front of me...what I saw was quite impressive. He was about 26 years old, 6'5", strong build, and slightly muscular. His hair was shaggy and dusty brown, with a small patch of hair right beneath his lower lip. His skin was a beautiful tan color, and appeared to be soft. His hands were big, and looked rough. But I wouldn't let him touch me.

"Why are you after me, Demetrius?" I asked in my thick Italian accent.

"To destroy you for what your kind did to my family," He seethed, "because I need justice for what was unfairly done. I have nothing left." 

He then grabbed my arm, and I flinched, not expecting this. Demetrius pulled me close to him, inhaling my scent deeply. I hissed softly, 

"Please let go of me. I don't understand why you have to go after ME, because of what happened to your family. I don't understand why you have to attack someone who has nothing to do with what was done to you. Think about it." 

I felt something pressing against my thigh, over the skirt of my now ragged dress. Demetrius had been tracking me for days, trying to kill me, and now his cock was growing against my leg. Maybe he just wanted to rape me and THEN kill me. I turned my head to the side, as he was still holding onto me. And he licked the side of my face. Then he spoke, and something in his voice was changed.

"Bella Scarlotto, non viglio ucciderti," he breathed heavily in my ear, "I want to know you."

I backed up slightly, relieved at the fact that he didn't want to kill me, but uncomfortable with his other plans. He had managed to shred the sleeves of my dress worse than what they were, so I ripped them off and held the dress up with my perky breasts. I looked up to catch Demetrius staring at me longingly. He really didn't want to kill me.

I was turned into a vampire at the age of 22. My hair was medium length, down past my shoulders a couple of inches, mahogany brown in color. My eyes were hazel when I needed to feed, but turned a bright emerald green when I was full and satisfied. I was full figured, and beautiful...with an ass to die for. My skin was a soft olive tan color. Every time I walked around in the city, men would stop and stare, lusting after me...often pissing off their wives or girlfriends, and it amused me very much. I smiled at the thoughts going through Demetrius' head and chuckled softly.

"So, you do not want to kill me, wolf?" I asked teasingly.

His deep brown eyes lit up the forest, "No, you are different. Maybe it is your charm, and it will just wear off."

"I assure you, Demetrius, I am not using any charm or glamour. I am completely defenseless right now, so you have your chance to strike me down if you really wanted to." 

I looked into his eyes, and could feel the heat rising in his body. He wanted me. I could smell his pheromones surrounding me, and they stirred my own. He walked towards me cautiously, apparently suspecting I might attack him at any second. But I wouldn't attack unless he did. 

He placed a hand on the back of my head, weaving my beautiful hair through his fingers, and pulled me close to him. I looked into his eyes, my face just inches from his, my lips...inches from his lips. This was wrong. He was a werewolf, and I was a vampire. I bit my bottom lip as I looked at him, looking down at his bare chest. My hands instinctively rose up, and my fingers danced over his muscular arms, feeling the velvety soft skin beneath them. I took in a sharp breath as I pulled my hands away, and looked up at him. He leaned in closer, and I closed my eyes. I felt his hot lips press against mine, and I felt myself melt into him. Demetrius wrapped his arms around me, enveloping my body in his ridiculous warmth. I opened my eyes, and smiled as I closed them again, continuing to kiss him. The way he kissed me was passionate, and primal. I felt his cock getting harder against my thigh, if it could get any harder...and I giggled softly. 

He pulled back, smiling, "What is funny, my beautiful Scarlet?" 

I pulled him back to me, grabbing one of his hands and lacing our fingers together, "Nothing, Demetrius. I just never thought this would happen."

"You never thought what would happen?"

"This. I've always admired you. I've admired your strength and your passion. You are everything I have ever wanted, now that I think of it. I want you, too." 

Demetrius pulled me into him with light strength, and pressed his lips against mine a little hard; making me cut my lip the edge of my tooth. I tasted the blood, but I kept kissing him anyway. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt the cool night air against my bare nipples. I kissed him as my once soft and puffy nipples became hard, and I nibbled his bottom lip softly. He grinned, and placed one of his large hands on one of my breasts, massaging them lightly. I groaned in pleasure, raking my free hand across his back as softly as I could. He groaned in pleasure, leaning down to envelope my hard nipple in his hot mouth. My head fell back, and my body began to go limp, but he still held me up with one arm as he licked and sucked away at my little mountain. I heard ripping, and I realized he had done away with what was left of my dress.

My body straightened back up, and I pulled back from him. His erection stood proud as he gaped at my full, nude body and traced every curve with his eyes. He walked towards me, and picked me up in his arms. He carried me over to where my obliterated dress lies on the ground, and laid me down on top of it. I looked up at him, my eyes full of pure lust and passion and smiled at him. He kneeled over me, his cock almost hitting me in the face, and I sat up to greet it with a kiss. A soft moan escaped his lips, and that was enough motivation for me to wrap my lips around the head, and go down slowly. He groaned loudly...almost growling, and he placed a hand on the back of my head. He gripped my hair in his fingers and started fucking my mouth slowly. I moaned at the taste of his flesh, and kept going. He grunted as I sucked and sucked, until I felt it thicken as he neared his climax. I shoved his cock down my throat as he spurted his thick load. I couldn't catch all his cum and felt it running down the sides of my mouth, hitting my breasts.

When Demetrius pulled his still throbbing member out of my mouth, he grinned at the sight of me. I was covered in his juices...and I blushed a little bit. He picked me up underneath my arms, and put me up on his shoulders, my naked pussy directly in front of his face. He inhaled deeply at the sweetly musky scent invading his nostrils. I looked down and almost swore I saw him drooling a bit. He kissed my lips softly, and I arched backwards as he held me on his shoulders. He licked once, and my fingers curled in his hair. He looked up at me, grinning.

"I think someone enjoys that," He smiled cockily. 

All I could utter was a small moan as I pulled his mouth back towards my aching sweet box. He growled approvingly and began to lap away at my little hole with his big tongue...it was as big as a dogs tongue. I growled softly and my teeth began to grow, and within seconds, my long fangs were exposed, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me as I felt my orgasm growing...I started bucking into his face and he greedily licked and sucked away as though it were the last supper. Within a few minutes, I screamed like a banshee, my cries heard throughout the forest; as my orgasm came crashing down on me. He then placed his fat thumb on my button, and started rubbing it just right, making me ride out my climax. He kept licking away as I came, swallowing my juices. I cooed softly as the last of it left my body. 

Demetrius lowered me off his shoulders, and sat me down on the ground. I watched as he sat next to me, and I stared with wonder. My family would never approve. In fact, they would kill me if they ever found out. 

"My, my, dear Scarlet," he smiled with a stupid grin on his face, "we are not yet close to being finished." 

I smiled, still quite horny. I wanted to know what he felt like inside of me.

"Well, my dear Demetrius, why don't you show me what you have left?" Oh yes, I knew it was wrong, but I wanted him so badly...and I wasn't entirely sure why. But my gut told me to go with it, and so I did.

"Lie down, Scarlet," he said softly. I adjusted and laid down on the dress beneath me, and watched as he started to crawl over to me. I smiled, 

"what are you about to do, big guy?"

"You." He replied firmly. I smiled, innocently, pretending that I didn't know what he was talking about. He leaned down over me, kissing me firmly on the lips. I kissed him back, grabbing his face in my hands, feeling the passion rolling over my body. He groaned softly as I kissed him back, and he started caressing my skin. His roughly soft hands felt warm and amazing against my cold skin. I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I moaned lightly into his mouth. Somehow, my body felt hot, and I realized it was from Demetrius covering me with his body. I let my hands run over his skin, the tips touching him lightly, causing him to shiver. I opened my eyes, and they were a cross between hazel and green. He noticed and offered me his neck to feed from him. I shook my head and grinned deviously.

"Not yet," I said to him quietly.

I felt his large hands cup my breasts, and I moaned from the surprising warmth that hit me suddenly, and I smiled as he massaged them gently. He leaned down and kissed me softly before taking a hand off my breast, moving it lower. He trailed his hand down my stomach, flicking my clit once before he grabbed ahold of his massive cock, rubbing it teasingly up and down my slit. My nails dug into his back and I growled softly, looking into his deep brown eyes.

Demetrius placed the head against my small opening, and I felt pressure...I bit my bottom lip, looking up at him nervously.

"What's wrong, my sweet?" He asked me with concern.

"You're just so big that I'm afraid you'll split me open," I said softly.

"Scarlet, you're a fucking vampire for Christ's sake," he chuckled lightly and leaned down to whisper in my ear, "besides, I'm going to be as gentle as I can. I want you to feel every inch of me. And there's a lot of inches to go inside of you," he licked the side of my ear just light enough to make me shudder.

My eyes grew wide as I felt him push inside of me, and felt a pop as the head went all the way. His cock felt HUGE inside of me. I could feel the walls of my box tightening around him as he slowly pushed into me some more. My legs instinctively rose and wrapped around his waist, pushing him even deeper inside me. I groaned in pure pleasure as he started to go in and out, gently, so he wouldn't hurt me. I felt his warmth blanket me even more as I pulled him closer to me, kissing him passionately...moaning ever so softly right in his ear, licking it as light as a feather. That drove him over the edge, and I felt my cum running between my ass cheeks.

He lifted me up and held me against the tree behind us, and with my legs still wrapped around his waist and his hands cupping my ass; he started thrusting into me harder and harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck, gasping and moaning wildly. He leaned back at an angle and told me to hold onto the tree, so I leaned back and held on with my hands, and screamed in pleasure as he started bouncing me on his fat dick. I came so hard I cut the palms of my hands on the tree I was holding on, and he grunted as he felt me tighten even more around him. Suddenly he pulled me off of him, and I looked at him confused. 

"Get on your knees, and show me again how much you love my cock," he said, almost sneering...but it was so sexy. So I got down on my knees, taking his glorious rod into my small but powerful hands and started stroking it as I began to lick the head.

"Is this what you want, dog?" I watched my lover let his head fall back in pleasure, and I started going further and further down on his shaft, stroking as I sucked away. I stopped sucking, going down to his balls, and I began to lick on them lightly.  

Demetrius groaned and dug his fingers in my hair and pulled, but didn't make me move. In fact, he shoved my face into his ball sack as I sucked on them softly, grabbing them with one hand as I did. My other hand was going to work on his cock, stroking it at a normal pace. Then he pulled my head away and told me to get on my hands and knees, so he could get behind me. I did as I was told, still covered in my love juice from a few minutes prior, and I suddenly felt his hot hands around my hips. I felt the head of his dick being rubbed up and down my glistening cunt, and then he just pushed in like it was nothing. My head lowered as he pushed all the way in, and I groaned as he hit my G-spot.

First he started going slow, thrusting in and out softly, then it progressively got harder. His nails dug into my hips, and I could smell blood. He cut me...I moaned wildly at the scent and slammed back on him, cumming violently. I felt one of his fingers wrap around my waist, snaking down to play with my little button...He started to rub it softly, and I rode my orgasm out...wave after wave.

Even after I was done, he was still going, humping me like a mad dog. I giggled silently at the thought that crossed my mind. Demetrius must have read my mind, because I soon felt his hands change, and fur against my body. Instead of the sexy man that was fucking me, there was a massive dog just fucking away at my now stretched out pussy. His cock felt warmer, and I could feel his knot each time he bottomed out inside me. I stretched my body out like a cat, and he growled in approval as his knot started rising. I kept cumming over his cock, and I made him get off of me so I could turn around to suck him before he exploded.

I licked at the head of his dick, which had certainly changed in shape, but it didn't stop me. It tasted so good, and his cum was slowly leaking out, begging to be released. I looked at him, and he looked back at me, fully transformed. I stroked him and licked him until I got a familiar itch, and I got back on my hands and knees. He saw that I wanted more, and licked his lips before plowing back inside me. I screamed, and my hands dug into the ground, tearing the dirt and grass up. I felt him pull out, and rub the head on my asshole.

He leaned down and licked it with his fat dog tongue, and I shuddered as I felt it go inside. I groaned, feeling electricity jolt through me once more. Demetrius lapped away for a few minutes, and then stopped. Soon after I felt his tongue leave my forbidden fruit, I felt it replaced by the head of his delicious dick pushing, asking for permission to enter. My hole relaxed, letting him slide in with ease. I had to cum from the sensation, and I felt it running down the sides of my legs. He thrust into me with full force and I screamed so loud, with tears running down my face as I kept cumming and cumming.

He raked his claws lightly down my back as he pulled his swollen cock out of my asshole and slammed it back into my pussy. His knot was ready, and he was ready to explode. He fucked me harder and harder with each thrust and finally his knot popped inside of me, and I felt his hot sticky cum filling me up. It squeezed out as I climaxed one last time all over him, and our juices coated my legs. We collapsed onto the ground, and he changed back into his human form. He crawled up next to me, and licked my ear lovingly. 

"That was amazing. I've never had sex like that with anyone. Unfortunately, my family will never approve of us. We can keep it a secret until I figure out a plan," I said quietly.

"You were pretty amazing yourself," he replied softly, "and I don't care about your family as long as I have you and they don't keep you away from me." I turned over to face him, and he smiled contently at me. I smiled back and put his arm over my waist so he could hold me. He pulled me closer, kissed me softly, and we fell asleep in each other's arms on top of my shredded dress.