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A Case Of Mistaken Identity

By: eroticawriter_1



I'm Gabbie. I'm 5'9, 160 lbs, 36 C breasts, I have long chestnut brown hair and deep green eyes. People have said that I have stunning beauty although it seems easier to spot it in Jackie than in myself. Jackie, you see, is my sister, my identical twin sister. I'm sure that you've heard that twins, especially those of the identical variety, are super close and that they have some sort of mental connection and while I'm sure that there are plenty of twins who are and do, we are not in that group. Although Jackie and I couldn't be closer in appearance, we couldn't be further apart in personality. 

Jackie is outgoing, spontaneous and funny while I'm a bit of an introvert, I plan everything, and my humor is something that only comes out when I'm with my close friends. Jackie has this insane need to be the center of attention while I become insanely panicked if more than 2 people seem to be glancing in my direction at the same time. Jackie finds comfort in high heels and short dresses while I am most often found sporting tennis shoes and jogging suits. 

Like our similar appearance, we were both blessed with an above average intelligence level. I, however, was determined to make my impression lasting in our high school by becoming a straight-A honor student, and Jackie was content to study as little as possible and become a B student without trying very hard at all. It wasn't a surprise to anyone that I became a member of the Dean's list at the local college and Jackie began a modeling career and dabbled in acting while trying to 'find herself'.

Our parents had decided it was time for them to travel in Europe so we were left in control of the house and a sizeable bank account for any problems we might encounter although nothing ever seemed to happen to us. All that changed one late Friday night several months ago, although the changes that occured then can't be erased or changed with any amount of money.

Perhaps the best way to describe it is just to take you back there and tell you exactly what happened.

'Gabs, I have to go. The casting director of the play that I've been understudying called. I have to go on tonight.' Jackie said as she ran down the staircase.

'Congrats. I'm sure that you'll do great. I wish I could come watch but I've got this exam tomorrow and I have to study,' I responded.

'I know, I know. Study first, play later. You always were the mature responsible one. My problem is David. I can't get a hold of him. We had something special planned for tonight and he needs to know I won't be here.'

'I'll let him know you had to go,' I assured her.

'Call him. If he gets here, well...it might be too late once he gets here.'

'Too late for what?' I asked.

'I don't have time to explain. Just promise me that you'll call him and you will tell him I'm not going to be home.'

'I promise,' I swore.

She thanked me and hugged me before she left. I just shook my head. Acting was definitely her thing, she had a flair for drama. I called David a few times between studing my notes but I still hadn't gotten a hold of him by the time I was ready for bed.

I tried one last time, leaving yet another message on his machine, before I closed up my books and cleaned up my study area. I slipped into my soft cotton night shirt and threw my hair into a ponytail before I climbed into bed. I had barely drifted off when I heard noises downstairs. I glanced at the clock and knew it was way too early for Jackie to be coming home so I climbed from bed and grabbed a baseball bat I kept near the door. I was just coming around the corner to the stairwell when strong arms grabbed me and tore the bat from my hand. I tried to scream but his hand went to my mouth as he pushed me through the door to my sisters room. He threw me onto the bed and held my head into a pillow. I thought for sure he would suffocate me but he whispered to me not to scream as he released my head. Scared to death, I didn't say a word. He tied what felt like a silk scarf around my mouth and then bound my hands behind my back with another.

I was so afraid of what might happen if I fought back that I didn't even move as he raised my night shirt up over my ass. He slipped my cotton panties down my thighs.

'Cotton panties, nice touch,' he whispered.

His words confused me but his voice stirred something deep inside of me as I tried to place where I might have heard it before. 

He kissed my neck and I struggled against the sheets trying to keep his lips and even his breath off of my skin.

He released me and stood up and I turned over, flinging my legs to try to find him in the dark. One good strategic kick can end this whole thing, I assured myself. I managed to roll myself over but my kick caught his hand and he grabbed my ankle tightly. 


'Trying to hurt me,' he cackled, almost laughed, as if something about this scenario could be funny.

He grabbed my other leg and spread them apart as he leaned down toward me. From the light through the window I could see him now and the realization hit me. It was David! This was the thing they had planned. Jackie had always told me that she and David were sexually adventurous and constantly trying new things but I never wanted to hear about those things. I was still a virgin and I planned to be until my wedding night. Another of the many differences we had. 

I tried to roll away from him, kicked my legs, opened my eyes wide, and tried to scream at him to stop through the gag. All my efforts only seemed to stir him on further.

I managed to loosen the scarf around my wrists behind my back while he struggled to hold me in place and take off his pants. As he turned his full attention toward me again, I swung my arm and slapped him straight across the face, hard. I grabbed at the gag but he pulled my arm away from my face before I could get a good grip.

'I told you that I'd call you names, but I'm not going to hit you,' he whispered exasperately.

I just needed to get the gag off. I had to tell him that I wasn't Jackie and I was going to do whatever I had to do in order to do it. I flung my knee high but he anticipated my movement and pulled himself away in the nick of time. He slapped me hard.

'Alright bitch. I'll give you what you want,' he yelled harshly.

He pulled my arms high over my head and tied them together to the wrought iron head board. He grabbed a knife from the nightstand and cut my night shirt down my chest.

'Please stop,' I screamed but only muffled sounds were heard.

He traced around one of my nipples with the cold metal of the knife as he kissed down my stomach.

He licked hard across my clit and looked up at me.

'Don't act like you don't like it you whore,' he hissed. 'I know this is what you want.'

I shook my head from side to side vehemently.

He dipped his tongue deep inside my pussy while his hands held my legs down and apart and the knife lay on my stomach. He licked up to my clit and started flicking it from side to side. A feeling I hadn't had in years started to swell from deep inside of me and I stopped fighting it. I'd let a boyfriend in high school convince me to masturbate for him but after the end of that relationship I hadn't even touched myself. The need to reach climax was so strong that I didn't want him to stop. I rationalized that this wasn't sex and that I'd be able to stop him before it got that far.

He sucked my swollen clit into his mouth and gently nibbled on it. I started to shake in pleasure and he dipped two fingers deep into my tight virgin pussy.

'Oh God,' I screamed from behind the gag but the words seemed to be clearer than before.

He started to kiss up my stomach and I could feel his rock hard cock rubbing against my leg.

'Stop,' I screamed, clear as day.

He grabbed the knife and brought it to my throat.

'You didn't want me to stop a minute ago. You were begging me for it. You are nothing but a filthy slut who needs to be fucked. You want my cock.'

I shook my head no again and again.

'I'm Gabbie,' I tried to say but it was garbled. Decipherable though, I thought.

'Gabbie,' he said quietly.

I shook my head up and down. He was getting it.

He jumped off the bed. 'Shit, is she home?' he asked.

I shook my head up and down again. He was going to figure it out, I thought in joy.

He left. He walked from the room and down the hallway to the room where I'd been laying before I'd heard him.

'You bitch,' he said when he returned to the hallway. 'She's not here and neither is her car. You'll pay for scaring me like that.'

He climbed back into the bed as I cursed my parents silently for thinking their twins needed matching cars.

I started to cry instantly. The tears streamed down my cheeks. 

'That's my actress,' he whispered. 'Real tears baby. Pretend like you don't want me to fuck you. Yeah, lets get right back into this.'

He slapped me hard again.

'Stop crying, you stupid bitch. I felt your cum drip down my fingers and I tasted it on my lips. You want, you need, you deserve to be fucked good and hard like the little slut that you are.'

I felt the tip of his cock press up against my clit.

'Please stop,' I begged.

He grabbed his cock and ran it up and down my pussy, soaking it in my virgin juices.

'Ready, bitch,' he yelled, as he pushed hard into my pussy.

I felt him tear through my hymen and all the life drained out of me as the breath drained from my lungs. He collapsed on top of me and kissed my cheek.

'God, baby, this is so hot,' he whispered in my ear. 'You even feel like a fucking virgin to me, I'm so into this.'

I just kept crying, half from pain, half from heartbreak. He raised up and starting fucking harder and harder with deep quick thrusts.

'You know you love it you little slut. You love to be fucked hard.'

My body started to react involuntarily and though I didn't want it to, my pussy started to get wetter and my nipples hardened.

He took one of my nipples in his mouth and started circling it with his tongue as he fucked my tight pussy.

A moan escaped my mouth and the sound came through the gag.

'Yeah bitch. Moan, beg for it,' he commanded.

'No,' I cried out.

'Yes, you stupid whore, I can feel it. You want to cum on my cock. Do it bitch. Do it or I'll slit your throat,' he said as he grabbed the knife again and put it across my neck.

I closed my eyes against the entire situation and tried to forget where I was.

My body did climax again and he screamed out how good my cum felt on his hard cock but I just cried and imagined I was anywhere else.

'I'm gonna cum bitch. I'm gonna leave my seed in your well-fucked cunt,' he screamed.

His words brought me back and I fought as violently against him as I could.

'No, Please, stop, oh God, please NO,' I begged.

It did no good as I felt his cum explode deep inside of me. He collapsed on top of me and started kissing my neck sweetly.

I couldn't move or speak or even exist at that moment. All I could think of was his seed swimming inside of me. I had been violated in the deepest way ever and there was nothing I could do to change it. 

His hands were soft now, sliding up and down my arms, caressing my skin.

'That was amazing,' he whispered. 'I want to do it again. Do you?'

'NO,' I screamed and I start to struggle against him. I couldn't go through it again. I had to end this.

'Ummm,' he sighed. 'I meant another night...but I could go again.'

I could feel his cock hardening inside of me where it still lay.

'I could rape you all night long baby,' he whispered as he bit down on my neck.

He raised himself up again.

'I think you need it again you fucking slut. Your cunt feels so good around my big fat cock,' he hissed as he got back into character.

'Please stop. It's Gabbie. I'm Gabbie,' I cried.

He kneeled in front of me and pulled almost all the way out of me as he looked down on my face.

'Shut up you stupid whore. Your sister isn't going to save you. You belong to me now.'

He started to fuck me with violent thrusts. 

'Yeah bitch, take all of it. You like it when I fuck you.'

'Please stop,' I screamed out as loud as I could from behind the gag as the door burst open.

'David!' Jackie screamed.

His head flew around. He saw her in costume and he knew.

'Jackie?' he asked for confirmation. 'Oh God, Gabby?'

He pulled out of me and Jackie rushed to untie me. I sobbed in her arms as he watched in disbelief.

'I had no idea,' he said to no one in particular.

'I couldn't tell him,' I sobbed. 'I tried to tell him.'

'Shhhhh!' Jackie assured me, 'This is no ones fault.'

They all agreed that this was a case of mistaken identity to never be spoken about again...

You might be wondering if that was the agreement, then why bring it up now. You see, it's several months later, and I'm starting to show.

A Case of Mistaken Identity



[This story has a little sex in it. It may contain incest depending on how you define incest. The story wrestles with the question, 'Is it incest if you don't know you are related until after the sex?' I'm putting the story under Romance for reasons I hope are evident when you read it. I look forward to your comments.] 

The announcement to put our seatbacks in the upright position woke me. I had slept for the last six of the hours between Japan and Los Angeles. I followed the instructions and watched out the window as the plane landed and taxied to the terminal.

Fourteen years I had been gone. Los Angeles International looked pretty much as I remembered it. The silly looking restaurant in the middle looking like some strange flying saucer was still there. From the airport I was taken to city hall and met the mayor. He seemed to think it would be an honor for me to meet him. It wasn't. What I wanted was for all the bullshit to end and for someone to take me for a good meal. I hated the idea of all the publicity and the attention. I'd missed fourteen years of living as a free man and I didn't like waiting to begin living free again. Looking out the windows of the car traveling between LAX and city hall I could tell I wasn't in China anymore.

I shook lots of hands and smiled a lot for the next few hours. When my value as an item on the news was done I finally got what I wanted. Freedom.

The luncheon was over and people were going wherever they were going. A woman dressed in a business suit came up to me and said, "Hi. I'm Diane. I'm your driver. Would you like to get out of here?"

"Where were you three hours ago? I could have used a rescue then." I smiled as I said it.

"I was told to stay in the shadows until now. Let's go."

She led the way and soon we were out of city hall and into a Ford. She drove and when we were three blocks from city hall she said, "Want some real food?"

"Yes! I know just the place I want to go, too."

"Just let me drive. See if I know where you want to go."

"OK. The place I want to go probably isn't still in L.A. anymore. It's been a long time."

As she drove she kept glancing over at me and I kept looking out the windows trying to remember anything I was seeing. When I looked at her I was impressed. She was dressed conservatively but unless fourteen years in China had really messed with my head she was very good looking. She had red hair, cut short and very curly. Her legs looked great, long and slender. The rest of her was hidden so I couldn't tell much about her body. Her smile seemed genuine and her voice was low and sexy.

The first place I saw on our drive that I recognized was County General Hospital. It hadn't changed much. Five minutes later Diane turned off Soto and two minutes more and we were on Evergreen. The place I really wanted to go used to be on Evergreen! She pulled the car into the parking lot of El Tepyac, my favorite Mexican restaurant.

"How did you know?"

"I asked people and I read about you."

We ate and I made noises about how great the food tasted. We ate outside on what someone might call the patio. Really it's the area alongside the restaurant with a few tables and the take out window. I noticed that Diane kept looking at me, like she was looking for something.

When we were finished eating she said, "Well, you've met the mayor and now you've eaten. What's next?"

"I really don't know. The settlement from the Chinese gives me a good income but I don't have a place to live or a car or a life. Maybe we can take me to a hotel and get me a room?"

"OK. Do you want to be by the beach, the mountains, near where you lived years ago?"

"The beach sounds nice."

We got back in the car and she put us on the freeway.

"Do you have family you want to contact?"

"I have family but no idea how to contact them. The State Department guys told me that my wife divorced me and changed her name after I went to China. We have a daughter so I assume she changed her name too and they moved. No one contacted the State Department saying they were my ex or my daughter when the announcement was made about my release so I guess they don't want to revisit the long ago."

"What was your daughter's name?"

"Elizabeth. She's in her twenties now. I wouldn't want to intrude on her life but I sure would like to know she's OK."

"What about your ex?"

"During the time I was in jail here before I was handed over to the Chinese she visited me once. She told me that she hated me and that I shamed her by being a spy. All those years of hate won't just disappear when she sees on the news that it wasn't me that was the spy."

"Did you love her?"

"Sure. She was wonderful. We were together for ten years. When Elizabeth was born we both thought we were the most blessed people on Earth. We had a great home, good jobs, and a beautiful daughter. I loved being with my wife and daughter."

Part of the ride was in silence. When we got to the beach we were in Santa Monica. There were four or five hotels in a row overlooking the ocean. I picked one and Diane helped me check in. In the room I said, "I'm a little uncomfortable in the room with you here. I haven't been alone with a woman in almost fifteen years and..."

"Let's go for a drive."

We drove north along the beach. I watched the waves and sailboats for a while.

"Diane, how long are you my driver?"

"A week."

"Then I want you to teach me how to drive again. A week from now I'll be on my own and I'll need to be able to drive."

She found a shopping mall and let me drive her car for a while in the nearly empty lot. It came back quickly. She reminded me about some of the laws and when she thought I was ready we went out on the road. We continued north until we got to Santa Barbara. It was starting to get dark so I recommended we get rooms for the night and then have dinner. Diane recommended we have dinner and then worry about rooms. We saw a nice looking place to eat out on a pier so we drove out there and parked. Next to the restaurant were some shops. We were both still dressed up from the luncheon so I took us into the shops and found more casual clothes. 

"I can't let you buy me clothes."

"Why not? I certainly can afford to buy both of us clothes. You'll be more comfortable than in a business suit. Please?"

It took another minute of talk and she let me get her an outfit. White pants and a blue blouse with sailboats on it. I bought a pair of khakis and a big polo shirt that said Santa Barbara on it. We stashed our business clothes in the car and went to dinner.

The food was wonderful. I didn't think much about it at the time but Diane asked me lots of questions about my life before China and a few about life in China. I told her about meeting my wife in college at Cal State L.A. and how we hit it off. I talked about all the things we did together and the fun we had. I explained how we went on a three day cruise to Mexico and I proposed in Mexico. 

Diane asked about Elizabeth and how we named her. She was named for Cathy's best friend in high school and college. She had been with us on the cruise and had helped me set up the perfect romantic proposal. Cathy hadn't wanted to name our daughter after anyone in the family. She believed it would cause hurt feelings in the grandma that wasn't the one picked. 

We walked the pier after dinner. We watched the gulls and pelicans take roost for the night. Somewhere in that walk she put her hand in mine. It felt really good. It felt like she cared.

When we got back to the car she drove and we headed south. By sometime near midnight we were back in Santa Monica and at the hotel. I got Diane a room near mine and sent her to it. I told her to call me in the morning and we would have breakfast together.

The bed and room were wonderful. I took a long shower in hot water and privacy. I thought about holding hands with Diane and how nice it felt. When I got in bed I thought about her until I fell asleep. I fell asleep in ten seconds so the thoughts weren't even risqué much less pornographic.

Hours later the phone woke me and it took a few rings before I knew where I was and that it was a phone ringing. It was the front desk saying there were three reporters in the lobby looking for me. I said I would call them right back and called Diane's room. She said I should wait until she knocked twice on my door then call the desk and invite them up to my room.

When she knocked I opened the door and made the call. We slipped to the parking garage and were gone. They missed us.

I needed to put a life together. Diane helped. We looked at condos by the beach and she made calls to people she knew about what prices were too much and what was reasonable. By about four in the afternoon I had put a bid in on a nice two bedroom place walking distance from the beach. That evening we had dinner and went to a movie. Movies hadn't changed very much. The trailers were either violence or chick flicks. We saw a chick flick. I liked it. The popcorn was good and Diane held my hand for most of the movie.

Back at the hotel I kissed her on the cheek and sent her off to her room. I wanted to be a gentleman and I wanted to take her to my room. The gentleman won.

I showered and lay in the bed alone and awake long enough to have three very sexy fantasies about Diane. In the morning she called me and I got up. Less than a minute later she knocked and I let her in. I had wrapped a robe around me. She brought coffee and two breakfast burritos. She was wearing different clothes and I asked about them.

"After you went to bed I drove home and brought some clothes and stuff here. Do you approve?"

"Yes! You look great! Maybe we should get me some clothes today?"

Her face lit up. "Yes! I know some great places to shop! Get dressed. We'll go!"

I dressed in the bathroom and we snuck out of the hotel. By evening I had a thousand dollars worth of clothes. Diane and the sales people said I looked good. I know I felt good in the new clothes.

"Can we go back up to Santa Barbara for dinner?"

"It will take two hours, but sure, we can go." We did. On the drive we talked about what had happened in the USA while I was gone. I was finished with that depressing news long before Santa Barbara so I asked her about her friends and family.

"Mom lives near Portland Oregon with her lover. They both teach school. I haven't lived with them since I was eighteen and went away to college. I don't have any brothers or sisters. My grandparents died some years ago. Since I moved to L.A. I have a few friends but no one special. I have two roommates who are grad students at UCLA. I like long walks on the beach, romantic movies, and telling the truth whenever possible."

"I think a long walk on the beach without guards would be really wonderful."

"Then in Santa Barbara let's do that."

We ate at a Mexican restaurant across the street from the beach and then we walked, hand in hand, on the beach.

"Are you angry with your ex for not being there to welcome you home?"

"No. She's had fourteen years to create a new life. I can understand she was angry and hurt and now all that is in the past. I just hope she and Elizabeth are happy."

"You really are a nice guy."

She stopped and turned to me. I knew what that was about. It had been many years but I knew the signal that a woman wants to be kissed. I hoped I wasn't too clumsy. Our lips touched and her arms went around my neck. I felt my body respond and I wrapped my arms around her and returned the kiss.

Her lips were warm, soft and insistent. I yelled at myself to take it slow. I went as slowly as I could and my body responded so fast I thought I was in danger of cumming in my nice new pants. I held her close but not too close. I didn't want her to feel my erection and be offended. The feel of her breasts against my chest was the best feeling I had in over fourteen years. I wasn't totally sure what the kisses meant.

Diane backed off just far enough so our eye would focus and looked me in the eyes.

"If we keep doing what I want to do right here we'll be arrested. I think we should get a room."

"Personally, I think that is a great idea, and I have some concerns. I don't know you. For all I know you work for some news agency and will write some story about your time with the Chinese prisoner. Maybe, we better cool it for a while and I'll get to know you. Even when I was young I wasn't into one nighters." I knew how much older I was than Diane and I didn't want a mercy night. "I want to be with you and please you, and I want to be careful. I've been out of prison for less than a week and, to be honest, I'm still in overwhelm."

Diane went up on her toes and kissed me on the cheek. I tried to read her eyes but couldn't.

"Nick, you really are a nice guy. Your ex is missing out by not coming back to you. I am flattered that you want to be with me and flattered that you want to be careful, too. I will wait. And, I'm your driver for as long as you'd like."

"How can that be?"

"I'm afraid I misled you the other day. I walked right up to you and said I was your driver. You assumed that the government was providing you with a driver. I am providing you with a driver. No one hired me to do this."

"Then why are you doing this? Are you with the press?"

"No. I read about you when I was in college studying foreign affairs and I really got interested in you. When I saw on the news that you were released and coming to Los Angeles I decided it was my chance to see if you were who I thought you might be. Being your driver seemed the best way."

"There may have been a driver hired to take me around."

"Yes, but I whisked you away before anyone else had a shot at you."

"When you studied me in college, what conclusions did you come to?"

"It was a case of mistaken identity. I was convinced that there is a spy and that he looks a lot like you. I was also convinced you aren't a spy. I was happy when the Chinese discovered I was right."

"This didn't make the news but on the day I was released they let me meet the actual spy. He does look like me."

"Oh, how was that for you?"

"At first I wanted to beat the hell out of him. When I thought about it later, on the plane to L.A., I realized that I gave him fourteen years more to spy on the Chinese. Once they had me they quit looking for me."

"Wow! I never would have thought about the real spy. Could the State Department find your ex and your daughter so you could talk to them?"

"They offered. I said that if they showed up or contacted the State Department they should let them in, but that if they didn't I would respect their privacy and their decision. So, my ex and daughter missed a rubber chicken luncheon with the mayor and a hundred politicos."

"They missed the last two days too."

"I learned a lot while I was in China. One of the lessons was that anything you can't change or fix you let go of. I couldn't change the sentence I was given, so I needed to let go of any upset around it. My energy was on living long enough to be free. They gave me a thirty year sentence, and I was almost half way home. Do you know that the day I got on the plane in China to fly to Japan and then to L.A. I had six thousand days left on my sentence?"

"No."

"I counted. I took pride in having served over fifty-one hundred days without staying crazy."

"God! I wouldn't have been able to do it."

"I am amazed that I'm in as good shape as I am. I don't know about the long term effects of those fourteen years, but my focus is in enjoying freedom, life, laughter, good food... and you. Please give me some time."

"All the time you need." Diane stood next to me with her arm around my waist and we looked out at the peaceful ocean for a while. My thoughts were about how much had changed for me in just a week. Being me, I started to list all the changes. Being me, when the list looked endless I stopped counting.

At some point we went to the car and drove to the big hotel. I paid cash for two rooms and we went to our rooms for the night. We kissed good-night in the hallway. Diane's eyes were full of tears when we parted.

I wasn't worried about reporters showing up. I had paid cash for everything since we left the hotel in Santa Monica. I knew we had to go back to get all the clothes we bought me, but for no other reason. In the morning, I called Diane and asked her if she wanted breakfast. We met at her car and headed back for L.A. after breakfast.

We kept the windows open and enjoyed the sun and the wind as we drove. As we neared Camarillo Diane took her hand off the steering wheel and grabbed my left hand. She placed it on her bare thigh and put her hand back on the wheel.

"Boyfriends do that." She said.

"Am I your boyfriend?"

"Are you willing to be?"

"I don't know. Does your boyfriend get to fill your car with gas before we run out?"

She looked at the gas gauge and started to laugh. She pulled off the highway into Camarillo and I bought us a tank of gas. As we headed back for the highway I saw a Foster's Freeze and had Diane stop. I hadn't had ice cream in over five thousand days. We both got a cone and drove on licking and laughing. Life was certainly good.

In Santa Monica we saw a television van parked out in front of the hotel. The microwave antenna was up. We concluded that if we went inside I would need to deal with the news people. Diane didn't want to be seen by them. Neither did I. We drove on, and we talked.

"Nick, what will you do with your life now?"

"I've been thinking about that. Maybe you can help me. Talk this through with me, OK?"

"Sure. First, where am I driving?"

"San Diego."

We got back on a freeway and headed south. 

"I never need to work again in my life. According to Mr Clausen from the State Department I have enough money that I can live well on the interest alone for the rest of my life. I think if I get a good manager for my money I can make it do more than support me. I want to give people scholarships, money to start businesses, a leg up so to speak."

"According to that sign there ING is paying 5.54% on CD's. That is a conservative way to invest. How much did the Chinese give you?"

"Can you keep a secret?" She nodded.

"A million a year for the fourteen years and I have a letter from the President telling me the money is tax free."

"Math isn't your thing, is it?"

"No, why?"

"If you put it in CD's at 5.58% you would get three quarters of a million a year. Mr Clausen was right! You can live quite well forever. How do you want to give money away?"

"There are lots of people who want a hand out. They won't manage it well. Most people who win millions on the lottery are broke five years later. I'm not interested in that. I want to find people who are working hard to make their lives better and assist them."

"Give me an example, please."

"OK. You have two roommates who are grad students. How are they doing?"

"I think they will both graduate next year. They work part time and study full time. They are both going into psychology."

"Can we pay them a visit tomorrow?"

"Sure, but the example?"

"Right now they are working so they have enough money to eat and pay rent, right?"

"Yes."

"What if I said, "I will pay your rent for the next two years and pay you a thousand a month living expenses if you will stay in school, study hard and when you graduate you take jobs as school psychologists? All I ask is that when you take those jobs you pay it forward by giving ten percent of what you earn for the first five years."

"Wait! Rent will cost you a thousand a month each and you're adding a thousand so you will give them two thousand a month for two years?"

"Yes."

"That's forty eight thousand dollars. Then you want ten percent of their first five years earnings? Say they get sixty thousand a year, starting. You want six thousand of that, for five years, that is thirty thousand dollars. You lost eighteen thousand dollars!"




A Case of Mistaken Identity



"I don't care about the money. I put two good psychologists in the schools! They will be better psychologists because they could study more and focus more for those last two years."

"I see what you want to do. You want to change the world."

"Yes. But, I don't want to do it. I'm famous. If it gets out that I'm rich people will be at my door for a hand out every day and night until forever. I want a foundation to do it. I want to travel around finding people who need help and will be willing to pay it forward."

"There was a movie called "Pay it Forward."

"Can I see it?"

"We can watch it on DVD."

"What's a DVD?"

"Like a video tape."

"Oh. I want to see the movie."

"Ok."

"What do you think of my idea?"

"I love it! We aren't going to San Diego. We are going back to my apartment." She got off the freeway and back on the freeway headed north.

"Why?"

"We are going to a meeting of my roommates and their boyfriends. Their boyfriends are both lawyers. We want to know if this idea is legal, how can we make it work and get the pay it forward money when the time comes."

"You know why I want the pay it forward money, don't you?"

"When people get stuff for free they don't value it. They don't take care of it."

"Yup."

We stopped and had lunch and talked some more about my plan.

"How can you help businesses?"

"If someone comes to my attention because they have a business and it isn't doing well, I want to help. I'd talk to them, see what they are up to, what dreams they have. If I feel it would be a good investment I'd put some money into their business in the same way I will pay the rent for your roommates. I invest money over five years and for ten years you pay it forward. I want the math to always look like they got me, but actually force them to change into the business person that any community would be grateful to have."

"PIF Foundation."

"PIF?"

"Pay It Forward."

"I like it!"

Diane took out her cell phone and called her roommates. I listened. What she said was that she had a friend she wanted them and their boyfriends to meet. He had a business idea that he wanted them to look at that would make money for them with minimal risk. She talked long enough that they agreed to listen. She put the cell phone in her purse.

"What if they take your money, your forty eight thousand dollars, and they drop out, don't graduate?"

"I will get ten percent of the next ten years of their lives instead of ten percent of the next five years."

"You believe in incentives don't you?"

"Yes!"

We met that evening with Diane's roommates. I was introduced as Nick Pendleton. I had started a mustache and none of them recognized me. The boys pointed out some issues that needed to be addressed, and we wrote out a preliminary business plan for the foundation. I hired both of them as advisors and set them the task of creating a non-profit foundation with the goals of helping people pay it forward. I made the offer to the two roommates to pay their rent for two years and a thousand a month each in spending money if they would sign a contract. They agreed.

At midnight the meeting was over. Diane looked at me and said, "Do you really want to drive to Santa Monica to your hotel room?"

"What I would rather have is an invitation to stay here."

"I'll get you a pillow and a blanket. I'm told the couch is quite comfortable."

Her eyes twinkled and she couldn't help but smile. I sat on the couch and took off my shoes. 

"Don't be an ass. Come with me."

Her room was not frilly. It wasn't even pink. The bedspread was brown. A braided oval rug stuck out from under the bed. Diane went into the bathroom and closed the door. I sat on the bed. I opened the nightstand drawer. I saw a book of poems and a pencil. No lube. No condoms.

When I heard her touch the door I stood. She came out of the bathroom in a light robe. She motioned that it was my turn. I went in and used the toilet. I used toothpaste and my finger. As I went back into the bedroom I shut the light off in the bathroom.

Diane was in bed. The robe was on the floor and a pair of blue panties were on top of the robe. I sat on the other side of the bed and undressed. When I was in just my underwear I started to get under the covers.

"Clothes are not allowed in this bed. If you get invited to stay here, you are fully invited."

I took the underwear off and slid in next to her. I was greeted by her lips and her hands. Both greetings were warm and friendly. I returned the greetings as best I could. I felt like a young man on his first sleepover with a woman. I had the theory down, but the practical application seemed foggy. 

"Diane, it has been over half your lifetime since I have done this. Last time I did it you were eleven or twelve. I'm nervous."

"Remind me to tell you a story in the morning, OK?"

"Sure."

"Now, quit worrying. If we aren't perfect lovers the first time together then we will just need to practice two or three hundred times until we are."

"Ok." We kissed. Somehow fourteen years of wanting showed up in that kiss. I felt all of it. My entire body was on fire. I was afraid I would cum without Diane even touching me. I felt her hand on my chest and as it started south I said, "I'm afraid I need to warn you. That thing down there has a hair trigger and it may go off without much provocation."

She pulled back a little and smiled at me. She threw the covers back and engulfed the head of my cock. Her eyes held mine and even with my cock in her mouth I understood when she said, "Shoot Cowboy! I'm ready."

The feelings in my cock from her lips and tongue were incredible! I couldn't imagine I had ever felt anything that exquisite before. She slowly took all of me in her mouth and used her tongue and suction to quickly hit my hair trigger. Spurt after spurt leapt from my hard on and into her mouth. She didn't lose a drop and as I watched her suck she never broke eye contact. As I wilted she cleaned me and then crawled up close to my face.

"How do you feel about being kissed by someone who still can taste your cum in her mouth?"

My answer was non-verbal but did involve the use of my tongue. I never understood how a man could ask a woman to suck him off and then be repulsed by his own juices. Anyway, what I tasted was Diane.

A few kisses and a lot of touching later I shifted on the bed and moved down Diane's body. I loved getting to spend time and give attention to her small breasts. Like many natural redheads she had very pale skin with freckles where the sun had kissed her. I remembered the freckles on Elizabeth. Her face had a few across her nose and high on her cheeks but, as I remembered almost none on her body. Diane had hundreds near and above her breasts and up onto her neck. I spent some time kissing them. Her breasts were very pale with blueberry sized nipples and almost no areola at all.

After I kissed a nipple three or four times I asked, "Do you like them sucked?"

"I'll love it if you do it."

My lips encircled her nipple and I gently sucked. Diane's hands gently held my head and she softly moaned. I released and started again. She said, "Oh. I knew you would be the one."

In my mind time stopped. No thoughts about time, tired, my age, her age, the roommates or an agenda made it to my mind. I was focused on feeling her and pleasing her. Eventually, I moved to the other breast. 

My lips sealed her nipple in my mouth and I sucked. She moaned and held my head right where she wanted it. I sucked a little harder and she pressed my face into her breast and moaned loudly. I released and sucked again. Diane shuddered in my arms and I was sure she had a small climax.

"Oh Nick! Please don't stop! I love what you're doing to me!"

I had no intention of stopping. I did switch back to her other nipple and received a warm welcome there. When I released it she moaned. I moved an inch down her body.

"Oh, you want to eat me?"

"Is that Ok?"

"No man has ever eaten me. I want you to."

I slid down to her most intimate area and she opened her legs for me. I positioned myself between her legs and kissed her inner thigh. My hands caressed her outer thighs and kneaded her ass. When I was ready I cupped her ass in my hands and lifted her up to my mouth. My first taste of a woman in fourteen years was so very good. She was wet and slippery. The nectar flowing to my mouth and lips was sweet and had the remembered fragrance of an aroused woman. My forever favorite fragrance.

I explored her inner sanctum and savored everything I found. Her lips were so delightfully suckable and she responded by holding my head again and making noises of joy. When I touched her clit with my tongue she stiffened and said, "Oh! Oh please, right there! Never stop! My clit is yours! Suck me!"

I did. I moved to her vaginal opening and probed it with my tongue. She came and gushed. I savored every drop and drank it down. My tongue moved up to her clit again and I slowly touched it, waited, and touched it again.

"You're teasing me!"

She was right. I continued.

"Please, make me cum Daddy! Suck on me!"

Diane's body was quivering, shaking and tensing when I sucked hard on her clit she dug her fingernails into my head and pulled me tight against her pussy. Her legs clamped on my head and she twisted on the bed. A long slow moan turned to a loud scream.

Just as I released her clit the bedroom door flew open and both her nude roommates stood in the doorway.

I looked at them and smiled. The taller one said, "We haven't ever heard her scream before." They closed the door.

I moved up and put myself next to Diane and held her. She experienced a series of aftershocks and made noises when she felt them. Her eyes were closed. I rolled her up on top of me and said, "How do you feel about kissing a man who has just had a gallon of your nectar to drink?"

Her answer was delivered non-verbally and I welcomed her answer. She fell asleep on my chest. I feel fairly certain of that because when I woke up in the morning she was still there.

I had a hard on and needed to pee.

"Diane? I need to get up. I need to pee."

One eye opened and she smiled. She slid off to one side of me and as I got up she said, "Hurry back."

Actually, I didn't hurry. I made sure my bladder was empty before I went back to bed. As I touched the bed Diane opened her eyes and said, "Sleep well?"

"Never better. We just may want to do that again. How did you sleep?"

"I've never slept like that." She snuggled to my side and looked at me for a long time. The longer she looked the sadder her face became. When I saw a tear escape I said, "Tell me what's wrong."

"You will hate me."

"Why? Because we didn't use a rubber?"

She lifted her head and said, "We didn't fuck, did we?"

"Well, then that couldn't be it. Why will I hate you?"

She cried some more and I lifted her back up onto my chest. I lifted her chin and she looked at me.

"Diane, I have something to tell you. I can't hate you. I'm in love with you."

She opened her mouth and I shook my head. She closed her mouth.

"Nothing you can say will have me hate you. My ex said some mean and hate filled things and I don't hate her. I'm not even angry with her."

"Have you heard of women who call their lovers "Daddy?"

"Yes. Cathy did it a couple of times, I think, when we were attempting to make a baby."

"I almost called you Daddy last night."

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I almost called you Daddy last night."

"You did call me Daddy. I can quote you. You said, "Make me cum, Daddy."

"That word is special to me. I haven't been with my Daddy in fourteen years. I have listened to my Mom talk about him for all those years. She misses him, and said things about him that I overheard and some that she said directly to me. I have wanted to use that word with someone for all these years. Mom told me what kind of lover he was and how he took care of us. Mom told me about how she cried for months after he was gone. I knew about the crying. I listened to it every night while I was crying too."

I looked at her and held her. She was opening her heart to me, telling me how important the word was to her. She was telling me that she wanted to call me Daddy.

"I called you Daddy because I am Elizabeth. I am the daughter of Cathy Peterson and Nick Peterson. I was born on the twenty-second of May twenty-five years ago in the UCLA Hospital."

I was stunned beyond words. I was in bed with my daughter! Incest! No words came out. No movement.

"Nick?"

"I... I'm stunned. You knew who I was and you brought me to your bed. You are lovely and sweet and I love you. I love Diane. I love Elizabeth. Now I find out you are both of the young women I love."

"Someone made a rule a long time ago. They didn't think of us when they made the rule. They made the rule for other times and other people. I grew up hearing about the only man who ever rang my mom's bells. I heard her talk to her friends about what a wonderful, attentive lover you were. I heard the hurt in her voice that you were gone. When I was old enough I went looking for someone like you. None of the men I was with even came close. When I read about the Chinese admitting they imprisoned the wrong man and about your release I knew I had to be with you."

"Had to be with me as a lover?"

"No. I wanted to know you. The you of today. I wanted to be with you and find out what kind of man you had become. I knew the Daddy who had gone away. I knew the man in the newspapers and magazines. So, I took some time off and became your driver. The more I knew you the more I loved you. You are the man I have always wanted. Bringing you to bed was easy."

"Does your Mother know you came to meet me?"

"No. I called her after the announcement and she said she wasn't coming to L.A., it would be too painful. She said you would never forgive her for not believing you."

"Until twelve hours ago I might have. I was angry for a long time about what she said when I was in jail. I let the anger go years ago. Spy or not I tore her world up and left her alone to raise you. I'm sorry for both."

"She cheated on you."

"I know. The Chinese showed me tapes. They laughed. I cried."

"I think she still loves you."

"I will always love her. The her I met and married. That her is gone and the man she married is gone as well."

"What about us?"

"Last night you said, No strings. You lied. There are strings. I have never bedded a woman without strings. I knew that when you said it. If I didn't have feelings for you I would have sent you to another room. I don't just fuck. Between the beach and the shower I decided that no matter what you did after, I will love you the rest of my life."

"And, now?"

"I meant it then and I mean it now. I love you. The big question is what do we do now?"

"About what?"

"If the press finds out I spent the night loving my daughter there will be hell to pay. We can't openly live together."

"You want to?"

"Every day and every night from now on. We just need to figure out how."

She buried her face on my chest and cried. I knew they were tears of happiness not fear or sadness. I just held her. When she finally looked up I said, "Let me think about it for a while. I'm sure the answer will come."

She nodded and the bedroom door opened slowly. Her roommates were dressed and carrying coffee.

"Coffee?" The tall one asked.

"Sure. Come on in."

They did and sat on the bed with us. We all sipped coffee and Diane asked, "Why are you here? You've never come into my room after someone spent the night."

"We know."

"What?"

"This is the man who just came back from China."

"I've been told I look a lot like him." I said.

"We may be students but we are smart students."

"Did your boyfriends tell you they thought I was the guy from China?"

"No. They don't know."

The smaller one said, "We won't tell anyone. You deserve some privacy."

"Thanks." Diane and I said it together.

After the coffee we showered and got dressed. We told the roommates we would be gone all day and maybe the night too. They hugged us both and told Diane how happy she looked.

In the car I had an idea. I rode quietly for a few minutes and asked Diane, "How important to you is your job?"

"I can quit today, if you want."

"No. How important is talking to or visiting with your Mom?"

"I'm twenty-five. I haven't visited since I left at eighteen. I call her on her birthday and Mother's Day."

"Can you give all that up? Can you give up being my daughter everywhere but in our hearts?"

"Do I get to be your wife or lover if I do?"

"Yes."

"Then sign me up."

"OK. Stop at the next pay phone you see."

"I have a cell."

"Traceable."

"Oh." She found a pay phone in a gas station parking lot. A familiar voice answered, "Yes, Nick?"

"You already know what I need. I need a new identity. The press and others will watch and hound me forever. What can we do?"

"It is ready and waiting for you to ask. Any idea where you'd like to live the rest of your quiet life?"

"Do you have a recommendation?"

"Yes. There's a nice new area in Florida where a man and his lady could live comfortably and invisibly for many years. Would Diane like Florida?"

I wasn't surprised that he knew about Diane.

"Hang on."

"Have you ever thought about living in Florida?"

"Like witness protection?"

"Something like that."

"Will I be with you?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm in."

I spoke into the phone, "She's in. What do we do?"

"Leave everything except your wallet and her purse wherever they are. Drive north and take the back road to Solvang. A blue van with Oregon license plates will pass you and slow down. Pull over and they will take good care of you. I'll transfer all your money right now into accounts that can't be traced and when you arrive in Florida I'll be waiting for you."

We followed the instructions and met the van about an hour north of Santa Barbara. As we got in the van the two men unloaded two bodies that were about our sizes, dressed like us, and put them in the car. The car was aimed off the road and we watched as Nick and Diane met a fiery death when Diane's car hit a tree off the road. We drove in the van to a small airfield and got in a small plane. We changed clothes in the air and were flown to a slightly bigger airport where we were flown in a small jet to Florida.

When my friend from intel, Mr. Clausen, met us in Florida he showed us the news broadcast from the Santa Barbara station that showed the crash and the story. No mention of Diane being my daughter. The broadcast did mention that the bodies were identified by the State Department and by the car being registered to Diane Petersen.

We were given a briefcase full of our new lives and papers to make us who we would say we were. Mr. Clausen handed me the keys to a year old SUV and left us. I had Diane drive as I looked at the papers. She started the SUV and a voice said, "Drive south three hundred feet and turn left." 

Mr. Clausen had loaded instructions for where we were going. I read and Diane drove. As we went through Orlando I discovered we were Peter and Elizabeth Clausen. I told Elizabeth and she said, "I don't care who you are as long as you love me.'

"Just call me Pete," I answered.

The GPS got us to the driveway of a new house in a new housing development. The keys were in the briefcase. We opened the door and walked in. The house was big, two story and fully furnished.

I looked around downstairs until I heard my name called. I followed the sound upstairs I found Elizabeth naked in the middle of a bed, with her legs open and a smile on her face. 

"Please fill me up."

Never one to argue with a naked woman I did as she asked. I watched as we joined, turned on by the sight and feel of my hard cock entering her and pulling back wet. The feeling was incredible! My memory told me sex was great but my memory didn't remember it being as incredible as she felt and looked.




A Case of Mistaken Identity



Her body responded to mine and she wasn't a quiet lover. Between moans and other noises she spoke to me.

"Oh God! Daddy, you feel so good!"

"Yes! Oh yes! Just like that."

"I love how that feels. I knew you would feel like this!"

We changed from the missionary position to her folded on herself, with her legs tucked behind her shoulders and me above her watching as we moved together. She began to quiver and to moan. Her hands held my arms and she used her muscles to meet my thrusts.

"Oh Daddy, you feel great!"

"Nick, fuck me harder!"

"I'm going to cum!"

My thrust slammed against her and she did just that. Two or three more thrusts and I filled her, bellowing like a bear. We untangled and lay next to each other, kissing and touching in the after glow. I felt so very good and relaxed I knew I would be asleep in moments.

"Thank you Diane. That was incredible!" I whispered.

My eyes closed and as sleep took me I heard her say, softly, "Thank you, Daddy."

When we woke we took stock of our new home. Even the closets were filled with clothes. I have learned a lot about family since we moved in. Barbara and I are expecting our third child in the Spring. Our neighbors think I made a lot of money in the stock market. PIFF is doing well and we are having fun living a quiet life. 

Just the other day someone stopped me in the market and asked if I was Alex Trebeck. I said, "No. That's a case of Mistaken Identity. Don't worry about it, it has happened before."



A Case of Mistaken Identity



This is a work of fiction. It involves female domination and forced bi-sexuality. If you don't care for this subject please feel free to go elsewhere.

*

I met Ginger a few months after her divorce from "Mr. Right". His name was Scott and I guess was perfect in every way except one. Ginger thought she had won the matrimonial lottery. Scott was incredibly handsome, well off financially and appeared to dote on her. She was head over heels in love. At least until she came home unexpectedly and found Scott and Ginger's best friend doing the big nasty in Ginger's marriage bed. In flagrante delicto, as they say. In a fit of jealous rage Ginger packed her bags and left. Never spoke to Mr. Right again except through her lawyer.

I met Ginger at the club where we both work-out. She's a knock-out in every way, funny, smart, sexy and playful. Our romance progressed slowly but steadily until I was ready to broach the subject of marriage. Ginger shut me down cold. She started backing away from our relationship. Growing colder, more distant. Things went from bad to worse until I finally confronted her. Ginger confessed that she was scared of committing to another marriage, afraid that I would prove as faithless as Scott. I tried every thing I could think of but Ginger was adamant.

Then one night I was channel surfing my cable service and stumbled across a brief story concerning male chastity. I'd never heard of such a thing so I went on line and ran a generic search for male chastity and turned-up over a million links. To make a long story short I found the web site of a German company that makes high quality stainless steel male chastity belts. I thought this could be the answer to Ginger's concerns. When I first presented the idea her response was cool. It seemed too weird and impractical. I persisted (fool that I am) and eventually bought one. After a long break-in period I finally turned over the keys to my beloved and presented myself to her fitted into my belt. I gave her the lock and all the keys and told her I was hers and hers alone there would never be, could never be any other as long as she had the keys. If she was willing to try a trial period we would move in together and live as husband and wife for a year and prove to her that the belt was effective and my commitment to her was absolute. She finally agreed.

Our year started out with very few changes. Ginger only kept me locked when we were apart. The rest of the time I was free of my metal underwear. We made love like always, with the same frequency and intensity. We were a happy couple without a care in the world. As the end of our year approached, though, things began to change. They were subtle almost imperceptible shifts. The most disturbing one to me was when Ginger called out Scott's name while we were making love. When I brought it to her attention she denied it said I was imagining things. I knew what I heard. After that I noticed that the frequency of our love making began to diminish slightly. I passed it off to the end of newly weds bliss. What was more ominous but less obvious was that I wasn't being released from my chastity belt quite as often as before. Now I sometimes wore it 2 or 3 days straight.

At the end of our year Ginger said she wanted to extend the experiment for another year. She liked the way things were progressing but still wasn't one hundred percent convinced. She said if I truly loved her I would wait. She said that while the first year had gone well it had gone too well. Nothing had happened to stress our relationship so she couldn't gauge how we would fare under adverse circumstances. I reluctantly agreed. Ginger was happy. She told me that in the beginning she was uncomfortable with the idea of being a key holder (where did that word come from?) but she had worked her way through it and in the process had been on-line reading about people in similar situations as ours. From her research she thought there might be some untapped potential benefits in having me chastised and she was anxious to explore some of them this upcoming year.

Ginger said that she wanted to "celebrate" my chastity, not hide it. From now on she wanted me to wear the belt 24/7. I would only be released for sex and periodic cleaning. She said that it was too easy to forget I was wearing the belt most of the time so from now on when we were alone, she didn't want me to wear anything which would cover any part of the belt. I protested that this was ridiculous. Ginger replied that it was not ridiculous. She said that always being able to see me in the belt was a constant reminder to her of the depth of my commitment and it would inspire her to commit as deeply to me. I am such a gullible idiot. I agreed. In the end I wound up living totally naked except for the belt. But that was still in my future.

I was now committed to 24/7 in the belt. The frequency of our love making had dropped a little more and I was soon so horny I couldn't think straight. I kept trying to initiate sex. I was attentive and increasing physical, rubbing against her, gently fondling her breasts, stroking her sex when I could get to it. Ginger, more often than not, rebuffed my advances. Sometimes none too gently. Finally I tried to talk to Ginger about this and she got really angry. Ginger said "Scot, men like you use sex as a weapon to keep women in an inferior position in a relationship. Well you screwed-up the last time but it isn't going to happen this time. From now on all sexual activity is my sole prerogative. I say when , where and how. If you argue it will just mean a longer interval before you are released. Understood? " I was stunned speechless. She was talking to me as though I was Scott. We both broke down and cried. Ginger apologized profusely but said that the essential truth of her argument was still valid. She wanted to try a more than an egalitarian relationship, she wanted a measure of control, so for now could I live with having her in charge? Stupid me, I agreed. 

When I originally ordered the belt I also ordered all of the possible accessories that were offered. I really didn't think we would ever use them but I didn't want to find out later that we wanted something we didn't already have. During the second year Ginger began experimenting with them. There was a lifelike dildo attachment for the front shield and a lockable rear shield which had removable butt plugs of various sizes. I also ordered a T.E.N.S. unit for receiving minor electric shocks via a remote unit held by Ginger, stainless steel slave collar, wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. I hated the rear shield and its attachments. If you have never experienced the humiliation of having someone else control when you're allowed to go to the bathroom you can't imagine why I felt so strongly about that rear shield. Additionally, I was not used to having any thing penetrate me there and it was very uncomfortable, especially when Ginger would forget and leave the plug in for extended periods, sometimes overnight. Likewise, the T.E.N.S. unit was miserable. Ginger loved to deliver mild to moderate shocks at random times and places, just to see my reaction. When I complained she said, "Don't be such a baby. You agreed to let me explore this chastity thing and that's all I'm doing. Besides, you seem to really like some of the other parts of the belt". It was true. For all I hated some aspects of wearing the belt I found that I really liked having Ginger in charge of our sex life. It was thrilling, in a way, to be someone's sex object. And, I really liked being restrained by the collar and cuffs during sex. Ginger hadn't failed to notice my reaction. The tighter she restrained me the harder I came. At the same time I was becoming more attentive to her and found pleasure in pleasuring her. Eventually I just took the good with the bad and stopped complaining. Besides, even the mildest of complaints on my part were beginning to set her off.

I suppose it was inevitable. Six months in to our second year together we had a pretty serious row. I wanted to take Ginger to a nice restaurant for a romantic candle lit dinner. Before we left I asked Ginger to please remove my collar and cuffs. This was normal. We never flaunted my "condition" in public. Ginger always removed the collar and cuffs before I went out any place. Tonight she refused. She told me to find some clothes to wear that would hide them. Finding a long sleeved shirt and trousers to cover the cuffs wasn't difficult but there was no way to completely hide the collar and I told her so. 

"Quit whining and let's go."

"I'm not whining. I'm not going to be humiliated in public by having everyone see me in a slave collar."

"No one's going to know you're wearing a collar. They'll think its some kind of medical brace and ignore it."

"Why are you doing this? I'm not your slave. I never agreed to any such thing. I only agreed to wear the belt to gain your trust. Not to be humiliated or treated like your slave."

"Don't you dare raise your voice to me. Who do you think you are. This whole thing was your idea. I'm just trying to give you what you want and make it a little fun for myself. This is so typical of you Scott"......

I won't bore you with all the details. Just take it from me it got ugly. When it was over Ginger was locked in our bedroom and I was sleeping on the couch. We didn't speak to one another for the rest of the weekend. On Monday morning Ginger left for work without unlocking me. There was no way I could go to the office in collar and cuffs so I took the day off and contemplated my situation. I was still in love with Ginger, maybe more than ever but I wasn't happy about how some of this chastity thing was turning-out. Much to my surprise, I found that, more and more, I enjoyed letting Ginger take the lead in our daily lives. It was comforting, in a way, to allow myself a subservient role, to let Ginger make my decisions for me. I didn't mind that sometimes I gave her pleasure without receiving any in return. That was just one more unpredictability in her spontaneous flair for sex I didn't mind helping more around the house, cooking, cleaning and so forth. But I didn't want to be made a spectacle of in public. Besides, the whole idea here was just to reassure Ginger that I would remain faithful, not to take away any of my freedoms except sex. Not to turn me into a slave. When Ginger got home that evening we sat down to talk. I told her I loved her and how I was feeling. That I was willing to remain chastised to win her trust and to allow her to continue making decisions for me but I didn't want to be publicly humiliated. Chastity was only meant to reassure her of my good intentions. Not surrender my dignity. 

Ginger, for her part, said that she loved me too and wanted to make it work between us. I had empowered her to take charge of our relationship, to be the boss instead of a victim and there was no going back for her. If she was going to trust me I had to demonstrate that I trusted her. I needed to stop arguing and complaining and accept that this would never be a fifty-fifty partnership. I had allowed her to take control and she found that she enjoyed the part and wanted more. If I couldn't agree then maybe we should rethink our plans. I admitted that I was surprised to find that there were some parts of having her in control that turned me on more than I ever thought they would but I still didn't want to go public with it. As far as our not having a fifty-fifty partnership I was not comfortable in permanently having a less than equal voice. I didn't mind taking a back seat for now but was uncomfortable in permanently giving-up a measure of control or at least equality in our relationship. Having said that, I was willing to continue our experiment for the remaining six months accepting a secondary position as long as we didn't do any thing to publicly humiliate me. I would place my complete trust in Ginger just as I wanted her to place her trust in me. Ginger then asked me if I was certain I could give her my unquestioning obedience? Could I give up my macho, controlling nature and submit to her will without further argument? I swallowed hard and said yes.

Over the next six months things went fairly smoothly. Ginger continued to refine our respective roles in this increasingly strange relationship. She also continued her experimentation with the accessories to my belt. This was one of the areas that over time came to test my promise of obedience. Ginger never seemed to tire of finding ways of keeping me restrained and mobile at the same time. She would use the T.E.N.S. unit to control my movements in a "Mother May I" sort of game. Pavlovian house work training, as it were. Ginger frequently bound together my wrists and ankles with varying lengths of chain or rope while I had to carry-out my daily tasks. Those tasks got more numerous and difficult all the time. Complicated by varying degrees of restraint. Ginger started to institute a system of rewards and punishments for my performance. These were mild and not the cause of any strain. The problem came when Ginger discovered the dildo attachment to my belt. The first time we used it she just went crazy. I was restrained on the bed, hands over my head, ankles locked together and secured to the foot of the bed. Ginger attached the dildo and then just knelt there for a couple of minutes staring at it, gently stroking it, getting obviously turned-on as she slowly rolled a condom over its 9 inch length. She was already flushed and shining by the time she mounted me. I watched as it's 3 inch diameter slowly stretched her cunt in a way my little member could never do. It seemed to take forever for her to fit the whole thing inside. She moved slowly and gently. When, at last, it was completely buried in her sex, she simply stopped moving altogether. She sat still, impaled on the biggest cock she had ever experienced, easily twice the size of mine.

The perspiration formed on her brow and upper lip. Her face and breasts flushed deep crimson as her breathing came in ragged gasps. As I watched helplessly her stomach muscles began to quiver and she let out a long deep moan. She was cumming and she hadn't even moved a muscle yet. It was the most incredibly sexual moment I have ever witnessed. I was more turned-on than I thought possible and my dick was completely trapped in its stainless steel prison, less than an inch away from all the action. Hard as the steel encasing it and as remote as if it belonged to someone else. After a few minutes Ginger began to rock very slowly. Her eyes were closed and it seemed as if she was on an entirely different planet. Lost in the depths of a carnal lust she had never imagined. Her rocking increased in tempo and she began to move the giant phallus in and out. Only a short distance at first, then farther and farther until she was riding the full length of this amazing shaft. Harder and faster she went as I pumped my hips as best I could, giving me a small measure of stimulation. Not enough, normally, to satisfy but something was better than nothing and this situation was a long way from normal. Perspiration was flying from her soaking body. Her hair looked like she was standing in a wind storm. Harder and faster she went until, at last, she threw her head all the back and screamed at the ceiling. A primal scream of pure sexual ecstasy. She began cursing and calling Scott's name as her cum pooled between my legs and soaked the sheets beneath me. The sexual energy radiating from Ginger was intense and I was crazy with lust with no way to relieve the agony of desire.

I lost track of how many times she came that night. It was certainly a personal best. Maybe an Olympic record. After hours of totally consuming sex, Ginger collapsed on my chest, still impaled by the monster and slept the sleep of the dead. In the following weeks this became the pattern of our love making. Me, locked into my metal underwear, providing the platform for the monster on which my lover satisfied herself. A participant, witness and helper in the most fantastic sex I've ever known and totally unrequited. My need rose to unimaginable proportions. I was frequently reduced to tears by my frustration. I couldn't get any relief and I couldn't ask for any for fear of seeming like I was complaining. I'm not at all certain that I was completely sane after a month of this treatment. I walked around all day every day in a fog of lust and need. 

Totally incapable of escaping the exquisite torture of it all. My performance at home and at work began to suffer. My boss suggested I take a vacation and get myself back together (I'm sure he thought I was on drugs). Ginger, for her part, seemed oblivious to the fact that I was being punished several times a day for poor performance at home. Finally, there came a Sunday morning that promised some relief. As had become usual, we spent Saturday night with Ginger performing her gymnastic routines with the monster while I watched helplessly. When Sunday morning arrived I was in desperate straits. Ginger unlocked me and restrained my hands. She washed me thoroughly and patted me dry. I was in heaven. This was the first real stimulation I had gotten in a month. I was laid back on the bed where Ginger really got down to some serious teasing. She started by gently blowing on my rock hard member, then proceeded to kiss it, ever so lightly. With agonizing slowness and a feather light touch she took me into her warm, moist mouth. I could have cum right then but Ginger said no, she would let me cum all I wanted when she was ready. I would have to trust and obey her. Trust and obedience was what we were all about. Ginger began using her nails to scratch the head of my organ and my nipples. I responded with a satisfying moan that told her more than I realized. Later she would use that little piece of information to torture my nipples in her sexiest manner. She was a fast study. It wasn't long until I was lost in world of pure sensation. My entire body became one big frenum. There wasn't anywhere Ginger could touch me that didn't elicit a sexual response. My member was deep purple and throbbing. I was leaking so much pre-cum it almost looked like I was peeing. Finally, when I couldn't stand it anymore I began to beg for release. Ginger said no, I wasn't ready yet . 

She stroked me and stopped, stroked and stopped. I was on the edge and couldn't get over. My body was shaking uncontrollably, drenched in sweat and my pre-cum was still pouring out of me but had now turned milky in color. I begged again, then I pleaded, I cried. I was completely unmanned. I was hers to do with as she pleased, I had no pride left. I just wanted release. This was what Ginger was waiting for.

"Do you want to cum now?"

"Oh God. Yes, pleeeeeese."

"Will you do me one little favor before I let you cum?"

"Anything, please, anything at all!"

"Are you sure?"

"I swear to God YES!"

"Okay, I've got some papers I want you sign. As soon as you're done you can cum."

With that she produced a pen and a small stack of papers marked where I as supposed to place my signature. When I looked at the first one I noticed Ginger had already signed it and it was witnessed. Even through my lust filled fog I knew something was wrong. I wanted to read these papers before I signed them. Ginger sensed my hesitation and began her ministrations to my member again. I was lost. I signed everything she put in front of me without any further thought. It's all about trust isn't it? Just before I exploded Ginger asked one more favor. Would I promise that from now on to personally recycle all cum in this house. Even in my madness I knew what she meant but was powerless to resist. I said yes and then produced the largest load I would ever have to consume at one time. Ginger fed it to me with a spoon, one swallow at a time. Each spoonful was another step into the abyss. Abject slavery waited at the bottom.




A Case of Mistaken Identity



We were married two months later. Unbeknownst to me, the same week of the paper signing, Ginger had been given a huge promotion. She was now the Vice President for Sales and Marketing of the Eastern United States. Her salary, always bigger than mine, went into the stratosphere. She said she kept it a secret from me because she didn't want it to have any effect on our wedding plans. I believed her. The papers I signed that lust crazed morning turned-out to be the forms to put Ginger's name on all of my accounts and real property. Ginger now owned my bank accounts, car and real estate. I knew it was only a matter of time until she did the same for me. At least I thought she would until I found out about the other documents I signed. There was the pre-nuptial agreement which said that what was Ginger's was Ginger's and what was mine was Ginger's. Not only did Ginger own all I had, it seems she owned me too. One of the documents was a slave contract. Signed sealed, properly witnessed and delivered. I was hers in every way possible. Additionally, in one of the documents, I had petitioned the court for a legal name change which was soon to be granted. I name was now, legally, Scott. I was more than a little pissed and I told her so. Loudly. Ginger responded by saying "Thank you". She said that all her life she had felt used, an object for men to project their fantasies on. Then I came along and for the first time gave her real power. She was transformed. She was now in charge of her life and had me to thank for it. Ginger reassured me that no matter what happened in the future she would always remember that I had freed her. She would always take care of me.

However sweet her words, nothing changed the fact that Ginger had taken possession of everything I owned and even taken possession of me. Within a month all of my accounts were closed, my name was stricken from the titles to all of my property and she arranged for me to quit my job. Ginger said that from now on she wanted me to work at taking care of her 24 hours a day. Whatever else it was called, the bottom line was that I was now a house slave. Ginger even arranged to have my collar and cuffs welded shut. They could never be removed. 

In addition to doing all of the cooking, cleaning and laundry to Ginger's most exacting standards while restrained, I was also Ginger's personal slave. Each morning when I awoke (I was no longer allowed to sleep in her bed) I had to prepare a cup of coffee and have it waiting on her nightstand. Before I woke her I had to have her tooth brush ready and the day's lingerie (hand washed, of course) laid-out. I then woke her with a gentle kiss. Most mornings I was allowed to shower and take care of my morning toilet (no bodily eliminations without permission, though) while Ginger enjoyed her coffee and morning business report. When she was ready, I accompanied her into the shower where I washed her hair and body (except her sex, she said I didn't have the right touch) and shaved her legs, armpits and bikini area. When through I dried her off, kissed each of her breasts, her pubis and then as a test of my thoroughness, I had to get down on my knees and lick her asshole. After cleaning out the shower I made Ginger's breakfast. I was no longer allowed to sit at the table with her. In fact, soon I was not allowed on any furniture at all. I had to stand behind her while she ate and make sure she lacked for nothing. When she had had enough breakfast, she set her plate on the floor for me to lick clean of scraps. This was my meal.

At the end of Ginger's typical work day I would be waiting with a glass of her favorite wine or other beverage. After she had a few moments to relax I helped her out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable. Then it was time for Ginger's latest fad, long slow cunnilingus. She would sit on the edge of her favorite easy chair and expose her sex. I would kneel between her thighs and slowly, gently lave the folds of her sex until she was satisfied that I had, with my tongue, washed her clean. She seemed to derive great pleasure from this. Not sexual pleasure so much as pleasure in the knowledge that she had the power to make me perform this distasteful task. It was distasteful in every sense of the word. I was forced to lick away a day's worth of perspiration, urine and vaginal discharges. Not a very sexy time for me but Ginger enjoyed it. Afterwards supper proceeded on the same plan as breakfast. For the rest of the evening I continued my chores (always a challenge with my hands loosely restrained behind my back [that is, my wrists were bound with a two and a half to three and a half foot chain which ran behind my back, ankles had an eighteen inch length of rope tying them together]). Finally, I would lay out Ginger's nightclothes, turn down her bed and prepare her toothbrush. Once Ginger was in bed I would, again, settle between her thighs and lick her softly until she fell asleep.

Ginger had a very healthy appetite for sex. Using the monster or my tongue we had sex every day, twice a day, sometimes more. I also had a healthy appetite for sex, unfortunately my cock was firmly encased in metal. I was horny constantly and it was through this that Ginger kept control over me. I had to please Ginger to earn my relief. I never got to actually fuck her anymore, now I was allowed to periodically masturbate myself to climax, then consume the result. But this form of relief was infrequent, usually I just suffered. I accepted the fact that Ginger had turned my pledge of good faith into a tool of subjugation. That she had outmaneuvered me at every point. I still wasn't beaten. I knew better than to protest aloud because that would only get me punished and further delay my next relief. But I could still submit and remain defiant mentally. I let it show in my posture and attitude. I was down but not out. I was still a man.

One Friday evening Ginger arrived home much later than usual. She was normally in by 8 or 9 pm but tonight it was well after midnight when she came home. She looked like hell. Her make-up was gone, her clothes wrinkled and her pantyhose were missing. Ginger took her drink and told me to strap myself into her bed. This wasn't an unusual request she often "queened" me and I had equipped her bed such that I could bind myself in the position of her choice. I attached the monster and strapped myself to the bed face up. When Ginger came into the room she undressed and climbed on the bed. She had the strangest look I had ever seen on her face. She quickly straddled my face and ordered me to start licking as she settled her opening over my mouth. By this time I was as familiar with her pussy as I was with my own face, having spent a good part of everyday servicing it. It was immediately apparent that Ginger had been having sex. Although I had never tasted another man's cum I knew what my own tasted like and it was definitely another man's cum that I was lapping out of my wife's cunt. I was humiliated in a way I never thought possible and I was furious. To hell with the consequences, I started yelling.

Ginger quickly silenced me by smothering me with her very juicy cunt. "You will do what you are told, when you are told to do it if you want to breathe again." I squirmed helplessly underneath her, outmaneuvered again. I ceased my movement and protests. "Just because your pathetic little pee shooter can't satisfy me doesn't mean I have to do without. The attachment on your belt has given me a taste for big cocks. The real thing - not latex. You shouldn't complain, it's because of you that I even know what a big cock feels like. It was you and your "attachment" that turned me to the thrill of it and now I want it for real. I met a man who can satisfy me with the real thing and I'm going to have him, like it or not. So, you had better get used to the idea fast because I've invited Leroy to spend the weekend. I've told him about us - about you and he's willing to give it a try. So you will be polite. You will serve and obey Leroy just as you would me. And you will not act defiant in any way. Yes I've noticed your feeble little demonstrations of defiance. They're going to stop. You are going to learn to accept your place in this world. I promise."

The following weekend arrived all too soon. On Friday evening around 9pm Ginger and her lover came home. Leroy was big in every respect. He towered over me and out weighed me by fifty pounds of solid muscle. I offered him a drink and tried my best to hide my shame and anger. While in the kitchen I overheard him telling Ginger that he thought she had been joking, he couldn't believe any man would allow himself to be treated like that. I must be some kind of sick puppy. Ginger did not defend me. Throughout the evening Leroy kept looking at me with utter contempt and suspicion in his eyes. At last it was time for bed. Ginger asked Leroy if I could join them in her bedroom and watch a real man at work but, thankfully, Leroy said that was too much too soon. Ginger told me to wait outside the door and be ready to come when called.

Our house is well built and very quiet but that couldn't stop the sounds of their lovemaking from reaching my ears. I was beside myself. I wanted to run away and leave my cruel wife to her new lover but I had nowhere to go. I was ashamed, frustrated and angry by the time I heard Ginger call for me. I entered the room to see Leroy lying across Ginger, both of them covered in sweat. "Honey, please get us a wash cloth and help clean-up". Seething, I did as I was told. I provided them warm washcloths with which to wipe down. I took care of Ginger while Leroy helped himself. As I settled myself between Ginger's thighs Ginger told Leroy he was going to have to get used to having a servant around. It was my job to take care of him as well as her. The next morning after Ginger and Leroy had finished making love I was again called into the room and directed to wipe down the lovers. This time I had to wipe down Leroy as well. This was the first time in my life I had ever touched another man's penis. It was enormous. I thought that the monster was big but this made the monster look puny by comparison. I gently and carefully wiped it clean with the wash cloth. Ginger started laughing and said that I always cleaned her with my mouth and should do no less for Leroy. I don't think he liked the idea any better than I did. But Ginger has a way of getting what she wants and it wasn't long until I had Leroy's cock in my mouth, licking it clean of his and Ginger's lovemaking. Leroy, for his part seemed to get over his initial trepidation fairly quickly. The first time I was forced to take him in my mouth, he began to erect. 

I never felt so depressed in my life. As the weeks went by I was forced into more and more humiliation. I now had to remain in the same room, sometimes on the bed with them as they rutted. I wanted out. I couldn't take anymore. I didn't feel much like a man anymore but I still had some shreds of my pride left. After about three weeks of being an observer and participant after the fact my life changed forever. Ginger was on her period. This had never presented much of a problem. She still had me clean her with my mouth but she always left in her tampon. I could taste it but it was never too awful. Ginger said that since she couldn't satisfy Leroy, it was up to me. Ginger insisted that I was going to give Leroy a blow job, the best he ever had. I had finally had enough. There was no way I was going to perform oral sex on another man. Ginger said she and Leroy had already discussed it and decided that I would substitute for Ginger this weekend like it or not. I turned to storm out of the room but Leroy was right there. He grabbed me, pinned my arms behind me while Ginger locked my cuffs together. I was frog marched into the bedroom and forced to my knees. Ginger locked my ankle cuffs together. Still I tried to struggle. Then the unthinkable happened. Leroy slapped me! He bitch slapped me right and left across the face. Leroy said I was nothing more than a disgusting piece of shit and was going to do as I was told or else. With tears streaming down my bruised cheeks I opened my mouth and took him in.

You might think that this was the ultimate insult but I wasn't broken quite yet. On Saturday afternoon Ginger at last found a way to win her ultimate revenge. Since she was on her period and she didn't want to make a mess on Leroy's cock, it would be fun if he fucked her through me. Ginger removed her tampon and lay on her back, hips supported by a pillow. My face was in her cunt and Leroy positioned himself behind my up raised ass. He lubed his cock and slowly, painfully worked it into my almost virgin asshole. The pain was intense and I thought I couldn't survive having anything that size inserted into my tender nether region but eventually he worked it in past my sphincter. Leroy moved slowly at first giving me ample time to accustom myself to his huge manhood. Then his excitement began to grow and he fucked me harder and faster. Ginger grabbed my head and forced it deep into her bloody cunt yelling at me to lick it clean while Leroy pounded into me with the force of a sledgehammer. After an eternity of total abasement Ginger and Leroy came at the same time. Her cunt gushing all over my face while Leroy pumped his hot seed deep into my bowels. Each pulse of his release a stab into my heart. At the moment my ass filled with Leroy's cum and my wife's menses smeared all over my face I broke. I had no more pride, no dignity, no manhood. I wept openly at the loss. I would never again be able to hold my head up, never look a man in the eyes. I had no right to take my place among men. I was nothing. When Leroy told me to turn around and clean his shitty dick with my mouth I didn't even hesitate. I didn't have the right or the will to resist. There was no longer any degrading act I wouldn't perform. No humiliation I wouldn't endure. I was just one more of Ginger's possessions. I was Scott.



A Case of Mistaken Identity



My dad died when I was real young, I barely even remember him. For as long as I can remember, my life consisted only of me and mom (Cynthia Evans). She was always there for me and I tried to always be there for her. As time passed we grew very close, maybe a little too close.

We lived in a small one bedroom, one bathroom apartment on the outskirts of town for most of my childhood. The apartment we lived in was very tiny so we slept in the same bed. Everything worked out fine until I started high school and began dating.

Times were tough growing up, money was always short but somehow mom managed to always pay the bills. Immediately after my 18th birthday, I went and got a job at the local manufacturing plant and worked the graveyard shift.

The extra money was a godsend. We were even talking about moving into a bigger place but little did either one of us know, our decision would be made soon enough.

Everything came to a head right after I graduated from high school. I came home late one Friday night after going on a date with Sally Jenkins. We had our usual make out session and as was usually the case, I came home with a painfully aching hard-on.

I knew mom was working late so when I got home I went straight to the bathroom. In my haste to relieve myself, I forgot to close and lock the bathroom door. I yanked my pants down, grabbed some of mom's hand lotion and started stroking my cock immediately. I needed some relief quick.

I had just started stroking my cock when I noticed a pair mom's soiled panties lying on the bathroom floor. I picked them up and placed them to my nose, her smell was intoxicating.

My mind was a blur as I held my mother's panties against my nose and furiously stroked my cock. Naked visions of my mother were flowing through my mind, when suddenly, I heard a loud gasp. Mom was standing in the bathroom doorway with her hand over mouth. 

There's nothing more embarrassing than having your mother catch you smelling her dirty panties while you are masturbating. Mom ran from the room immediately. I pulled my pants up and quickly followed her trying to explain.

She told me she understood what I was doing, but I should have at least had the decency to lock the door. We decided then and there, it was time for us to get a bigger place.

The next morning we went looking for a bigger place to live. Luckily, a friend of hers (Leslie Sampson) knew someone who had a small two bedroom house we could rent. It needed some work and only had one bathroom but it was quite affordable. After inspecting it we decided to rent it

Mom told Leslie we would take it and we set about fixing it up. After a new coat of paint and some minor repairs, the house was quite livable.

It was strange when we first moved into our new home because I'd never had my own bedroom. It was actually quite lonely without having mom lying next to me in bed. Pretty soon though, everything seemed to get back to normal except for one thing, I still couldn't get the intoxicating smell from her panties and the visions of her naked out of my mind.

There was a tension between the two of us after the bathroom incident that never quite went away.

Years passed and mom got a promotion at work. She would have to work more hours but the money was good. I kept working the graveyard shift at the plant and going to technical school during the day. I was training to be a computer programmer.

I brought a couple of old computers home from school and totally rebuilt them. I gave one of them to mom and taught her how to use it. She seemed to really enjoy the computer and it didn't take long before she had learned how to pay our bills with online banking.

With working and going to school, there wasn't much time for dating. More and more; my sexual fantasies were focused on mom. Mom stood about 5 foot 6 with a slim figure and a perky set of tits. She had long silky brown hair that flowed over her shoulders. At the young age of 41, time had treated her well and I thought she was the most absolutely beautiful woman in the world.

The woman I wanted more than life itself was living in the same house with me, yet I could not touch her. I was living a hell on earth. 

On my 21st birthday, mom took me out to dinner. For the first time since she caught me masturbating, I didn't feel quite as much tension between us.

We went to a little private club in town and had a really good time. After dinner we went to the local watering hole so she could buy me my first legal drink. After a few drinks, a slow song was playing on the jukebox so I asked mom if she would like to dance. At first she said no but I was persistent and she finally agreed.

By the time we made it to the dance floor, the song had ended. I could see the disappointment in her eyes so I put a dollar in the jukebox and played some more music. When she gently laid her head on my shoulder, I was in heaven.

We were swaying to the music and everything was going great until I developed a hard-on. To my surprise, mom pulled herself closer to me. We danced close together for a long time until I'm leaned down and tried to kiss her. She pulled away with tears in her eyes and said. "I think it's best we call it a night."

We went back to the bar and finished our drinks without another word being spoken between us. I paid our tab and we went home to our separate bedrooms.

Distraught, I went online to one of my favorite websites. It was in an incest role-play site, where people go to live out their fantasies. My username was desperateson20.

The previous night I had left a message on the forum asking if any women would like to exchange erotic emails. Lucky enough there was an answer in my inbox. It was from a lady who's username was iwantmyson42. I looked at her profile and was extremely surprised to find out she lived in my hometown.

Her e-mail read like this. "Dear desperateson20, I would very much like to exchange erotic emails with you. I'm a sexually frustrated mother and have been, ever since I caught my son masturbating. His big hard cock is implanted in my mind. I am looking forward to your reply. Extremely horny, iwantmyson42"

I was ready to bust a nut when I read her e-mail. Almost instantaneously, I set about sending her my reply.

I wanted to make a good impression, so with careful thought, I began to type my reply. "Dear Mom, I have wanted you for such a very long time. When you walked in on me while I was masturbating, it was you I was thinking of. I was imagining your juicy lips wrapped around my big hard cock. I wanted to pull you close to me and give you all of the love you deserve. The gods have blessed you with the beauty of a goddess and if ever given the chance I would love to ravish you. I am dying to kiss your sweet lips and luscious breasts. I would slowly kiss my way down your body until I reached your treasure box, the place from whence I came. I would pay homage to it with gentle kisses until my tongue finally finds your sensitive clit. I would then apply gentle pressure with my tongue, only to tease you a little before I moved in for the kill. I would suck and gently bite your clit until I had you moaning for my hard cock. When you were ready, I would place the head of my big hard cock at the entrance of your inviting pussy, ever so slowly, I would descend deep inside of you. With hard deep strokes, I would thrust my hard cock deep into your hot wet pussy over and over until our incestuous coupling was finally consummated. After our lovemaking session was through, I would hold you in my arms and never let you go. We would finally be one, together in love, forever. I love you mom and I'm looking forward to hearing from you very soon."

I sent my e-mail to her but I really didn't expect a reply. The last few times I sent emails to women who answered my ad, I never heard from them again.

I decided I would watch some porn and masturbate before I went to bed, when suddenly I saw my inbox flashing. I opened it immediately and got the surprise of my life. She had already answered me back. "Dear son, my pussy is soaking wet, ever since I opened your e-mail I have been masturbating. I need to cum so bad! What I really need though, is your big, fat, hard, cock deep inside my sopping wet pussy. To hell with role-play, can you meet me somewhere tomorrow evening? I have only three rules, we both must wear masks and the lights in the room must be very dim; also, you or to be totally naked and ready to please me. If you agree with my terms I will be excitedly waiting your reply. Love, your horny Mother."

Immediately I picked up the phone and made a reservation at the local Holiday Inn. Once I had the reservation I began typing. "Of course I can meet you tomorrow evening. There is a Holiday Inn on route 64, there will be a room key left for you under the name Bill Simmons. I will be on pins and needles until I see you tomorrow. I am looking forward to finally giving you the love you deserve. Love, your extremely hard, Son."

I was so excited I masturbated three times before I could finally fall to sleep. The next day seemed to go on forever. I couldn't wait to get off work so I could go home and get ready to meet my mystery lover.

I had just got home from work and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator when mom came into the kitchen. She was practically glowing. I told her. "Mom, what's going on, you look absolutely stunning!"

She touched me on the arm and said. "I don't know, maybe, it's because I have a date this evening."

I was floored. My mother had not been out on a date in nearly 5 years. Not only was I stunned, I was jealous too. I immediately asked her. "Is he somebody I know?" 

"No honey, you haven't ever met him because even I haven't met him yet. Leslie from work set me up on a blind date. She said I needed to get out more often." Mom answered me.

I could feel my face burning I was so jealous. I exclaimed! "You mean to tell me, you are going out with someone you don't even know! He could be a rapist for all you know! Are you at least going to let me meet him?!"

Mom gave me a disappointed look and said emphatically! "No, you are not going to meet him! I don't grill you about the little floozies you date! Listen here young man, I'm a grown woman and I can take care myself! You are just going to have to trust my judgment!"

Before storming out of the room I yelled out! "That's fine but don't expect me to be here waiting on you to come home! I have a date myself and believe me; I plan on getting lucky tonight!"

I needed to blow off some steam so I went to my room and started working out with my weights. I was about 15 minutes into my workout when there was a knock on the door. It was mom and she wanted to talk.

I unlocked the door and told her to come on in. When she sat down on my bed I began imagining holding her tight and ravishing her fantastic body. While my mind was focusing on all of the beautiful things I would love to do with my beautiful mother, I didn't realize she was already talking to me.

I was brought out of my daydream when I felt mom's hand touch mine. After she motioned for me to sit beside her, she told me. "Derek, I'm sorry for raising my voice to you earlier. I know you are only concerned for my safety, but really honey, I am a big girl and your mama can take care of herself."

"I know mom, I think my problem is I'm just a little jealous. You are so beautiful and I guess I'm afraid I'll lose you." I explained to her.

I saw mom's eyes light up when I told her she was beautiful. She looked into my eyes and asked. "Do you really think I'm beautiful or are you just saying that because I'm your mother?"

Immediately, I replied. "Of course I think you are beautiful! If I had a pick of any woman in the world to spend the rest of my life with, my pick would be you!"

I could see some small tears forming in her eyes and once again I felt the sexual tension in the air. Our faces were only mere inches apart when I lowered my head to kiss her. Just before my lips touched hers she turned her head and stammered. "Uh, Uh, I have to go. You, you have a good time tonight and be careful. I love you son."

I knew I had blown my chance because she practically ran from the room. The thing about it was, I did not want to just fuck her, I wanted to make love to her. I made up my mind, come tomorrow morning; I was going to tell her exactly how I really felt about her. 

When mom left the house, I was still pissed at her because she was still going out on her date. I didn't really feel like going out to meet my mystery lover so I went to the website to see if she was online, but as fate would have it she wasn't there. As things would eventually turn out, I'm very glad she wasn't online. 

I knew I had to at least go to the hotel and explain myself so I took a shower, got dressed and headed to the Holiday Inn. After I checked into the hotel, I went to the bar to have a few drinks.

I was about to head up to my room when I saw my mother's car pull in the parking lot. I thought, 'I can't believe it, she came here to meet her fuck buddy. Fuck it; if she can fuck anybody she wants, I can too.'

I went upstairs and set about following all of my mystery lover's demands. After I turned all of the lamps on low, I pulled the covers back on the bed and undressed. I turned the television on and started searching for an X rated movie to help me get in the mood.

When I finally found one that suited me, I lay down on the bed and began to stroke my cock. I was so excited it took no time for my cock to become fully hard. I was thinking I might go ahead and shoot a quick load before my lover arrived when there was a sudden knock on the door.

My mystery lover was here. I reached over to the bedside table and quickly put my mask on. I could not see her real well in the dimly lit room but I could see enough to know she had a fine body. Without saying a word, she undressed.

As she came closer to the bed, I started to say hello but she motioned for me to be silent. I had never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth and this time would be no different. The first thing she did was, climb upon the bed and immediately start sucking my rock hard cock.

She took inch by inch of my cock into her warm inviting mouth. Once she had all of my cock inside of her mouth, she began bobbing her head up and down my fat cock with such precision; I knew I would not be able to last long. Each time her mouth descended on my cock she would roll my balls in her hand. She was giving me the most glorious blowjob I had ever experienced in my young life.

I was holding on pretty well until she did something amazing, when she arrived at the head of my cock one more time, she took her tongue and tried to insert it into my piss-hole. It was an amazing sensation and sent me over the edge. I screamed. "Ooohhh my godd, I'm Cumming Mom! I'm Cumming in your mouth! Ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh nooo!"

Upon hearing me scream, she pulled her head from my cock and the first blast of cum shot straight up in the air and landed on my chest. As I looked down to my chest I heard a shriek. "Oh my god, it can't be! Derek, is that you?!"

I immediately recognized the voice and pulled my mask off. It was my turn to exclaim as I asked! "Mom?! Is that you, mom?! You are my mystery lover?"

It was true, my mother and I had unknowingly set up a private tryst with each other. I couldn't believe it. I knew mom had become computer savvy but I never guessed she would go to an incest website. 

I started to laugh but mom did not see the humor in it. She immediately slapped me across the face and yelled! "How can you laugh, we just committed incest! We could go to jail if anybody finds out what we just did! Fuck me; I knew this was a mistake!"

She started grabbing her clothes to leave but I stopped her. This time, I wasn't letting her run from me. I pulled her to me and kissed her roughly, she tried to pull her head away but I wouldn't let her. After a short tussle her body relented and she began kissing me back.

I finally pulled myself from our embrace and firmly said. "Fuck the law, I have been in love with you my whole life and I don't give a damn who knows it. You are my soulmate! I know you feel the same way, why can't you admit it?"

Teary eyed, she looked up at me and said. "It's true, I do love you. I have been totally in love with you for a very long time. Still, it is wrong for a mother to love her son the way I love you. Besides, we could go to jail."

"We won't go to jail as long as nobody ever finds out. We can move away from here. We could go someplace where nobody knows who we are and then all we have to do is change our names. Hell, we can even get married." I told her.

When mom kissed me, it was the only response I needed. I picked her up and carried her to the bed and gently lay her down. It was time for us to consummate our relationship.

Derek slowly crawled up between his mother's legs to do what he had dreamed of for so long. Like the dew on an early morning rose, her pussy lips were already dripping with her sweet nectar. When he brushed his tongue against her highly sensitive clit, she moaned. "Mmmmmmmmm, Yessssssss."

With his chin pressed against her wetness, he began to explore the place he had so longed to be. After he was sure he had touched every area of his mother's slick hot cunt, he eagerly began teasing her clit with his tongue. While she groaned out her approval he could feel her hands pressing down on his head trying to force him deeper inside of her.

As she guided him to all of the right places, he was bringing her to a height of pleasure she had never known before. Continuing to suck on her clit, he began to furiously fuck her wet pussy with his fingers.

Grabbing a handful of Derek's hair and thrusting her cunt into his face she screamed! "That's it, oh no, ooohhh, oh nooo, I'm Cumming!"

When she came, her whole body twisted and contorted while she kept slamming her head up and down into her pillow. Her pussy began to flow as if a huge dam had burst. Derek's mouth was overflowing with her sweet juices. Derek continued to assault her swollen clit; he wanted her orgasm to last. He felt her whole body convulsing while he continued attack her sensitive clit.

When he felt her body beginning to relax, he pulled himself from her treasure box to admire his handiwork. He slowly lifted his juice smeared face to his mother's mouth and kissed her passionately. She could taste herself on his lips and found it to be unusually tasty.

He wickedly whispered in his mother's ear. "That was an appetizer, now it's time for the entree. I've been waiting for this moment for almost all of my life, now I'm going to make you forever mine."

Placing his steel hard cock at the entrance of his mother's forbidden pussy, he eased himself forward gently, making sure not to hurt her. As he pushed his large cock deeper into her sex, Cynthia knew their lives would never be the same. She had let her one and only son commit the worst sin, incest. The relationship they shared before tonight would be gone forever; they would have to embrace a new one, one of two lovers lost in forbidden passion.

Derek began to saw his big thick piece of man meat in and out of his mother's volcanic cunt. He loved the way his cock felt inside of her hot, wet, velvety pussy. It was a feeling of belonging, from now on; she would belong to him and only him.

It had been such a long time since Cynthia had been with a man, she had almost forgotten the intense pleasures one could receive from another during the act of sex.

She grunted with each vicious thrust of her son's large cock. Her son was giving her what she had so longed for, a hard loving fuck. She would not be deprived of this pleasure ever again, Derek would see to that.




A Case of Mistaken Identity



Derek continued hammering away at his mother's soaking wet cunt. His thrusts were coming deeper and faster now; she could feel his body quivering with hers. It would not be long before both of them came. She pleaded with her son. "Hold out just a little bit longer baby, I'm almost there."

It was too late, Derek had waited too long for this moment. Instead of slowing down Derek continued to vigorously assault her pussy. With each stab of his steely hard weapon she drew closer to orgasm. When she felt the veins of his cock began to throb inside of her, she came violently and screamed. "Ooohhh, ooohhh, oh my godd here it cuummm's, you're making mommy cum again, I can't believe it. You are cumminggg in mama's pussy, mmmmmmmmm!"

Derek stabbed his thick hard cock as deep as he could inside of his mother one final time and screamed. "Ugh, here it is mom; I'm cumming in your pussy!

His cock blasted off like a cannon and shot spurt after spurt of scalding hot cum deep inside his mother's slippery cunt. As each spurt hit the inside of her vaginal walls it sent a tremor through her body. When each tremor shook her body, she would squeal. "Mmmmm, sooo goood, feeels sooo goood."

When he finished cumming, Derek collapsed on top of his mother. He kissed her gently and said. "I love you mother, I love you."

After he finally rolled off his mother and lay beside her, she looked at him and whimpered. "I'm so sorry it took so long for us to come together like this, but I promise to try and make it up to you each and every day for the rest of our lives. You were right, we are soulmates and if you'll have me, I'll be proud to be your wife."

The two incestuous lovers held each other tight and embraced. Through the years, as mother and son, they were there for each other, even through the hard times. From henceforth, they would still be there for one another, but this time it would be as lovers.

As they lay there, Cynthia could not help but notice Derek's big thick cock was still hard. She asked him. "Does it always stay hard after you have sex?"

"No, this is the first time. I think he really likes you. What do you say we have another go at it?" Derek asked his mother.

Smiling, Cynthia answered him. "I know I'm going to be sore in the morning; but what the hell, let's see if your old mom has what it takes to wear him down."

Cynthia rolled her son onto his back and began to tease his cock with her talented snatch. She straddled him and began to ease herself just past the bright purple head of her son's cock. When he thought she was finally going to slide all the way down to the base of his cock, she would quickly reverse her direction and pull herself all of the way off his cock.

Her deliberate ministrations were driving her anxious son insane with lust. His cock began bobbing around so wildly she would have to grab hold of it each time she began her descent.

Finally; unable to take her teasing anymore, he grabbed ahold of his mother and threw her on the bed. She was squealing with delight when he pulled her up until she was on all fours.

Coming from behind her, he aimed his painfully hard weapon at the entrance of her willing cunt. He would not be gentle like he was earlier. This time, he would give his mother a fucking she would not soon forget. 

With one vicious thrust he drove his cock deep into her hot cunt. Once he was all the way in, he would withdraw almost totally out of her and immediately slam his worthy lance deep into her again. She moaned loudly each time he thrust himself hard inside of her slick cunt.

She loved the way his cock was tantalizing her clit. The friction he was creating with his thrusts were sending erotic pulses to her already overheated pussy. If she thought the first time orgasm she experienced was overwhelming, she was in for a big surprise. The fucking he was giving her right now would end up being a mind-blowing experience for her.

Over and over Derek slammed his cock into her. When he felt her body begin to tremble, he knew she was close to cumming. He wasn't ready to let her cum, at least not yet.

He quickly pulled his cock from her pussy and told her pointedly. "Not yet my love, you will cum only when I am ready for you to cum. Do you understand?"

Cynthia weakly nodded she understood.

Derek loved looking at his sexy mother; her sweaty body was glistening from their intense incestuous fucking. She had a wild look in her eyes; it was like the look a mountain lion has right before it pounces on its unknowing prey. 

Moving once again between her well toned legs, he aimed his mighty weapon at her hot flaming cunt. Cynthia smiled at her handsome son as he began to thrust his hard cock into her well lubricated fuckhole. She had never felt more alive. Her whole body was feeling a myriad of sensations. Her pussy was practically on fire and with each thrust of his hard cock; he was bringing her closer to the brink of orgasm.

Derek was thrusting his cock into his mother's cunt with such force, she could hear his big balls slapping against her ass. Wanting more, she wrapped her legs around his ass and tried to pull him deeper into her.

The headboard of the bed was rhythmically banging against the wall from the force of their fucking. Over and over he kept viciously driving his cock deep inside of his mother. She was meeting his thrusts with powerful thrusts of her own. It was as if, one was trying to outdo the other.

Cynthia feared someone would report all of the noise they were making to the front desk.

Suddenly, Cynthia started flailing her head from side to side and Derek could feel her cunt muscles quivering and gripping his cock. Their frantic fuck session was quickly reaching an end.

His body began to feel as if it might explode. Derek pulled his mother to him and slammed his cock into her one last time and screamed! "AIIIEEE, I'm Cumminggg!!"

When the first spurt of his incestuous seed splattered against the inside of her overflowing cunt, a sudden surge of unbelievable pleasure filled her body and she had a mind-blowing orgasm.

She screamed out! "Oohh godd, right there, Ugh, Ugh, M-M-Mommy's going to cummm! Mmmmmmmmm, feels sooo gooodd."

Her screaming and moaning echoed off of the ceiling and hotel room walls. To stifle her cries, she bit down hard on her lower lip while her body convulsed beneath her son. With her thighs still wrapped around her son's waist, she began squeezing them so hard he could hardly breathe.

When her orgasm finally passed she released her son from the vice like grip of her legs. Gasping for breath she looked up at her son and said. "That was the most incredible experience of my life! You are an amazing lover!"

Thinking his cock was thoroughly drained, Derek collapsed beside his mother totally exhausted. As Cynthia lay her head upon her son's broad sweaty chest, she gently started stroking her son's spent cock.

Suddenly and without warning, Derek's body tensed up and he began to shake as his cock began to fire another round of spunk high into the air. Derek's mother continued stroking his extremely sensitive cock until she was positive he was through cumming.

Totally satiated, the two lovers fell off to a blissful sleep. Neither of them knew what tomorrow had in store, but as long as were together, nothing would ever come between them.





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