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Family Highs

By: AlexHall



I met her three months ago in a perfectly respectable hotel bar on the outskirts of town. It was a sunny day and everyone was in good spirits and Carol came to the bar to order three meals from a barman I'd been idly shooting the breeze with and we exchanged smiles as she ordered before she turned and made her way back to who I would find out was her daughter Lindsay and friend, Janice.

Carol was a forty two year old divorcee, pretty in a mumsy sort of way if you like, but beneath the facade you just knew there was something hidden beneath her thin, full length summer skirt that hadn't caught my attention half as much as the yellow summer top that, being only slightly see-thru, hinted at a full size bra almost overflowing with what must be D-cup breasts if they were an inch!

The second time she came up to buy a drink, she stood closer as the place was filling with after work drinkers in their suits and I stood out like a sore thumb in my shorts and T-shirt that had seen many better days, but heck, it's the summer for goodness sake!

Anyway, as soon as I mentioned that she might like to try a cool refreshing drink the like I was trying for the first time, she almost shot over to be at my side and asked just what it was.

That was it really, we had a chuckle over stupidity and taking a chance and because it was warm and I equate warm with I might have a chance, we soon exchanged numbers and a few nights later I picked her up and enjoyed a pleasant evening at the cinema and over a couple of post movie beers and wines before we headed off home.

Laura, her eldest daughter, was still up when we got in, slouched over the sofa, her long messy brown hair down across what I would come to learn was her de rigour outfit of oversized jumper and grungy jeans. She was in her final year at Uni, wouldn't you know.

Sensing that her mom might just want to be alone with me, she made damn sure she hung around long enough for me to get the picture, so I cleared off after a long hallway kiss during which I managed to stoke the side of those quite amazing 38D tits without even a sniff of complaint and I was off into the night with a face-full of cherry red lippy smeared across my lascivious mug. 

Next time we met was far more productive. Carol and I had been sending some pretty raunchy texts in the interim and I knew she was ready for more; all I needed to do now was gauge exactly how much.

To be honest, I was in no rush. I'd bumped into an ex girlfriend a few weeks back who informed me that she was due to be married in he next few weeks, but the sight of me had reminded her of her soon to be hubby's lack of real sexual experience, as well as poor endowment and we'd had a few nice relaxing afternoons while I reacquainted her with little Johnny, and she texted him between sessions not knowing how long her meeting would be and one of which included the hilarious line about her not getting back quickly; as she'd 'had her hands full' at that moment. Fortunately she didn't put, 'of cock' at the time. Lol.

Anyway, although Lindsay, her youngest was fine with me, Laura; her eldest, was still being a pain in the arse. The only way to get around this was to invite her over to my place and she arrived in a very demure looking silk blouse and pencil skirt which didn't really stand a chance and son ended up on the back of the sofa. 

Underneath the sensible stuff though was......WOW! Some seriously sexy undies of a full cup black lace bra, under-wired to present those beauties for my intense scrutiny, and I nuzzled her neck and plucked the heavy shoulder straps with my teeth as I unzipped her skirt to reveal a similar lace corset cinched in at the waist with six broad suspender straps holding up lace top stockings. She looked amazing and I quickly pulled her down onto the couch to enjoy her soft curves and tempting body.

Some time later, after she'd leaked all over the new sheets I'd just about remembered to change; she lay in my arms and slowly brought her breathing back under control. She also wouldn't let go of my cock. If she said 'that's mine now' once, she said it twenty times, which was scary, I mean, I'm gonna need to pee at some time, but it appeared that aside from her ex, all she'd had since was one guy who hardly ever turned up and another who while incredibly attentive, was hopeless in bed and so small that he kept falling out of her juicy pussy.

Luckily I didn't have that problem and her face had lit up at my 'dong' as she insisted upon calling it and stated quite categorically that it was longer at rest that her ex had been hard and turned on. 

Obviously those comments can get a guy quite big headed and both of mine quickly did again as I instructed her to get on her hands and knees this time so I could enter her from behind. 

She wasn't sure about this as she said it made her fell like a dog and she'd never agreed to it with anybody else before.

I suppose we could have debated the ins and outs of that all day, so I settled it my own way as I slapped her ass and dragged her up, and whether it was the sound of my voice growling lustfully at her leaking, slippery pussy, or the sight of nine inches of hard muscle insisting upon a nice soft love tunnel to stretch out again; I don't know, but as she yelped from the slap and her ass cheek reddened she quickly scurried into position where I knelt between her knees and rubbed my cock head against the gusset of her saturated panties that I'd insisted she kept on for her first time. Don't ask me why, but I like a woman to realise that her knickers are no protection from me and that I can take her whenever I damn well please. What can I say; I'm a horny bugger sometimes.

With that thought already implanted, I place both of my hot palms on the cheeks of her butt and slowly slid them around to her panty-band, hooking my thumbs into the sides and telling her it was time they came off and she exposed herself fully to me.

The shudder of lust that engulfed her body at that moment was wonderful to behold and she even said a timid, 'yes sir', as I eased them down her thighs and told her to lift a knee as I pulled the soaked silk off her right leg and back up around her left thigh.

And there she was, still gaping and weeping juices from our first session and I laid the swollen purple glans against her thick pussy lips and rubbed it into the gloopy liquid sex and up into the downy fur around her ass. 

This was a real woman, nicely trimmed down there but not like some child-like hairless Barbie doll that is all the rage these days. She had a good shape and would have about a size 14 figure, an ass that wobbled as I'd smacked it, broad thighs without any real evidence of cellulite that I could see and had a great sexual scent that wafted up from her hole and filled my nostrils with desire for more of that hot juicy hole.

I think she was of the same mind, because totally out of character for her so far; she pushed her hips back toward me and gasped, "Push that massive cock into me for God's sake."

I can't say I didn't smile, but just rubbed the leaking head up toward her little ass hole and squeezed out a droplet of pre-cum that oozed out of me and she flinched as she felt the thin goo find that pretty brown star and fill it with my sex juice.

"Please, not there.........not yet." She almost begged.

I stroked her flank and said quietly, "You're not ready for that yet baby." As I allowed the weight of my cock drag back down to where she really needed it and once again nudged her swollen outer lips apart and settled the head into her slit until it stalled naturally at the tighter inner lips of her tender love hole.

Now she desperately bucked against it herself, until the head eventually broke through again, and I always find it amazing how a woman goes back, and even gets tighter after a sex session. One very sensuous lady I knew said it was something to do with nature, that a woman tightens up to hold as much semen as possible and give her the best chance of getting pregnant. It's an interesting theory that I enjoy testing.

As soon as the head broke though, she gasped and growled with pleasure as her orgasm gripped her and she shuddered and collapsed face first onto the bed. It's just lucky she has those big tits to cushion her fall. She'd worried about them being on show so far, and all I'd done was ease down her shoulder straps to expose that wonderful flesh. They hadn't seemed saggy to me but you know how women can be and her aureoles' had been taut with thick, if not long nipples, which suited me just fine.

In fact it's time for them to come out and play and I reached up her back as she slowly recovered and unclasped her bra, pulling it off her as she lay still and offered no resistance.

Back on the clock, I told her I was going to shape her the way I liked it, and she looked back nervously at first until I explained that all I meant was that I wanted her on her hands and knees with her ass as high as she could get it, her back arched, and her head high and proud of her femininity.

This seemed to go down well with her and I soon took her past her point of pleasure again as she collapsed in a heap, her pussy relieving itself of the pressure with little spurts as the tight seal was broken and air was released, but this time I didn't let up and carried on humping my cock deep into her body, all the time telling her I was going to be pumping thick, hot seed deep into her womb and I hoped she had very strong birth control because she was going to be awash with my heavy cum any second.

Well she just kept cumming after that from what evidence I could see, and she wasn't getting back up which set me off again and sure enough her second of three helpings of thick cum that day was pumped into her tummy and she learnt that day that a woman's panties are merely for cleaning the mess up from her love hole and her pretty face.

So, a few months and much much sex later, Carol had dropped a dress size and developed into a tighter, sexually athletic forty-something whose eyes sparkled and features glowed with health. Another thing that happens, and I have to say on a personal level I always enjoy seeing, is the way a woman's lips thicken and pout in direct correlation with their pussy lips that I knew now sat moist and heavy and mostly enveloped her much tinier panties that I had insisted she wore.

This hadn't gone down at all well with Miss Prim Laura though and her scowls and dark looks followed every bloody move I made. Especially annoying were her dramatic sighs every time she caught us kissing and on a couple of occasions my hand inside her mommy's top or skirt.

I also couldn't swear to it, but I was almost positive now that she'd watched us in action a few weeks ago as I'd taken Carol from behind in bed, and just to cheer her up a little more had moved slightly aside so she could get a full clear view of her mothers distended snatch, as her pussy lips clung wetly and stretched around my own thicker and longer cock. Honestly, this woman was doing wonders for me!

One evening we were watching a programme the women had insisted upon boring me to death with, which featured sundry women, blacked out to protect their identities, complaining about the admittedly shameful treatment they'd received from ex boyfriends and the like.

One of them was banging on about how he'd blacked her eyes, kicked her about, you name it and Carol and Laura were rapt, tutting and gasping and slagging off guys like I wasn't even there.

For some stupid reason, I decided to butt into their convo with a jokey comment that went something along the lines of, 'Yeah but I bet he only beat her so hard because he loves her so much'.

It didn't go down well.

Laura looked at me like I was Jack the Ripper or similar and even Carol stated that I couldn't mean or condone what her man had done to her.

Not being one to back down too easily, I mentioned that some women needed correcting sometimes, because they've had some bloke who's either spoiled them rotten or allowed them to run them ragged.

This started quite a heavy debate into how big a bastard I actually am and was brought to an abrupt stop as I mentioned that yes, I had hit women myself.

I explained that rather that beating them around the head though, or marking or kicking them in any way, I did it the good old fashioned way, with my hand across their backsides.

This was met with shock from Carol and aggression from Laura who stopped slouching in the armchair and sat bolt upright and ready to take me on.

Again I explained that the best, if not the only place to beat a woman, if you really needed to, was on her bottom, as it is the most protected and padded area of anyone.

So I was asked multiple questions then, of who I'd done this to and forced to recount the three women who had felt my hand and even my belt in the case of one lady who had gone completely off the handle. In all cases it had worked and they'd stopped acting like ruined kids.

The women listened agog as I'd explained this, especially over the married lady who I had had an affair with who had taken a severe spanking, so much so that her useless hubby even asked her why she insisted on lying on the floor that evening, unaware that his lovely wife was unable to sit down properly, as well as being full of cum.

The other was a lady who had relentlessly badgered me about my having sex with her friend. I was completely innocent of this, but she wasn't having it. I'd even said, 'wouldn't she have dumped me if she knew I was shafting her friend?' 

But it didn't wash. I eventually had to take her in hand and spanked her with six of the best, which as I explained to the ladies; don't start until the woman receiving is in position to take my hand. She later took the belt which finally quieted her.

Carol was dumb-struck. 

Laura was not, and immediately began almost screaming about my being like a caveman and a woman beater and pervert! Standing up and storming over to where she loomed over me in her oversized, ribbed jumper and scruffy jeans, she was red-in-the-face furious and I don't know why I did it but something just snapped in me and I leant forward grabbed two handfuls of those baggy jeans and pulled down hard.

For a long second time appeared to stop, but I reacted quicker than both women, for as a shocked Laura bent to pull up her jeans I used her own forward momentum to pull her over onto the couch, slid my left hand up her jumper and grabbed the back strap of her bra, holding her steady as I growled that: 'I'd just about had enough of her stupid, spoiled bloody antics!'

As you might imagine, she kicked and wriggled like a maniac, until I rained three heavy smacks across her bum cheeks which shocked her rigid and I warned her, any more wriggling and she'd get more than she bargained for. I needed to get control quickly as I'd noticed that while her mother was ignoring her pleas for now, I couldn't count on that staying the same for too much longer.

As her white cotton panties, which had rolled down a little with her jeans, exposed the first hint crack of her ass; I pulled up one side at a time after brushing away her mother's feeble attempts to make her daughter decent and hitched them over her sharp hip-bones, making sure they gathered enough to bunch into a thong that I pulled tight between those reddening little ass-cheeks of hers.

Again she wriggled and I saw her mascara smeared around her eyes as her tears flowed freely now, but at last she'd stopped screaming, so it was a start. It was now imperative that I stopped her frantic wriggling and kicking, so I slapped her thin thighs a few times, hard. That, I have been assured, hurts a damn sight more than on the bum and I made it clear to her that I wasn't taking any more kicking and any more resistance would be met by heavier repercussions from me.

Three slaps later her wriggles had subsided but her mom was beginning to tap my shoulder and mutter quietly about not hurting her.

I just looked at her for a long moment as she began to tell me what I saw in her face, that her girl had had enough and I was just beginning to fathom how I could control and sort them both out, when I was saved by Lindsay, who chose that moment to come down from her room to see what was happening and her mother quickly rose and ushered the younger girl out.

'Now then Laura, you're doing well now.' I said firmly. 'But to spank you I need you to assume that position I told you about sweetheart, so come on, get your ass in the air ......'

She merely wailed, but low now, and I think she was worried that mom was out of the room.

Come on Laura, I need you to arch your back and push your bum as high as you can into the air. Now!' I said, and gave her a sharp slap on the bum to get her started.

I have to say; she was game, and it took another three of four whacks to get her to obey. But sure enough, by the time Carol reappeared with the unstoppable Lindsay still in attendance and peering over her shoulder at her sister's distressed state, Laura, fair play to her, had made her shape and held her position so well that I quietly praised her as she kept her bum exactly where I wanted it. So, placing the heel of my right hand on her little ass cheek, I quietly encouraged her to arch herself just a little more so that she could reduced her sentence to 'four of the best', as a reward for her efforts and for giving me such a splendid view of her tender pussy, clearly outlined now against the thin cotton of her panties.

So, pushing her body deeper into the cushions on the couch, Carol and her sister looked on astonished as the family firebrand arched herself and pushed that little bum so it fitted neatly into the palm of my hand and I smiled up at mother and daughter as my fingers curled around to hold her left bum-cheek while the tips of my fingers lay evenly down the length of her panty-covered pouting slit.

Her mother had a full view of this but if she had any misgivings about it, she kept them to herself and Laura only murmured when my hand left her body and came down as softly as I could make it upon her firm young bottom, the palm connecting first then the fingers ending on her tight pussy which made her jump a little but not in any bad way.

Three more times and she was through, so I told Carol to go fetch a tube of Salve Cream that I'd noticed in her bathroom cabinet some time ago and I knew would help with the sting. Laura lay still now, my controlling hand having long since left her bra strap and as Carol arrived with the cream I lifted her bodily up onto my lap where she clung to me and sobbed quietly onto my shoulder as her mother applied the cool cream the way I had ordered her to, gently, and to massage it slowly into her little ass and tender thighs.

Remaining strict, I told Laura to lift her arms as I pushed up the old jumper and appraised her to her mother. 'Carol, she's got a beautiful little figure, you should be really proud of her. In fact, I want you to take her shopping tomorrow, you know what I like, get her some new underwear that sets her off better.

'Okay,' said Carol carefully, 'but what sort? She's only ever wanted plain cotton before.....I mean, I don't want to get in trouble.' She giggled nervously.

I looked at Laura then and smiled as I raised my eyebrow and said: "Would tiny things just about sum it up from now on?"

'Very tiny, and see-through if you'd like.' She smiled back tearfully.

'Oh I think we'd both like that, wouldn't we sweetheart?" I asked Carol, who appeared caught between emotions. 'But in the meantime, while you're down there baby, there's a big thick cock in my trousers that needs some attention from your sexy mouth.'

Carol was aghast, but I think she knew her own fate lay across my lap if she chose to argue, and she knew there'd be no help from Laura now, those days were gone, so just seconds later her pouting lips fastened around the throbbing head of my cock and she gagged as I pushed her head down playfully, and much to the amused delight of the lovely Laura, who like the reappearing Lindsay, eagerly watched their mothers intense work.


Family Highs Carol's Account



I'd spotted him as soon as he'd walked in the bar. Good looking; even if he was inappropriately under-dressed for this quite smart establishment, I'd thought. He was of medium build, above average height, short-ish brown hair and the beginnings of a tan, caught from the first decent sunshine we'd encountered during this atrocious alleged summer of ours.

Passing our table, he'd smiled down at us and Janice, my friend, knocked her knee against mine beneath the table and grinned devilishly at me, wiggling her eyebrows as he made his way to the bar.

I knew that I'd blushed slightly at him, a reaction not helped by Lindsay, my youngest daughter, who blatantly swiveled around to see what we were looking at and I was relieved that the guy had resumed chatting to the barman and had luckily missed her overt gawping.

I don't know why, but the more I looked at him, relaxed back on the bar stool, a knee against the counter rail as he rocked slowly, and dangerously I thought, back and forth; the more I was intrigued by him. Eventually I heard him ask the barman, who was getting busier and less able to gossip, (and they make out it's us women!) for the day's newspaper; and then sat quietly studying it, while I took longer and more frequent sips of my drink, eventually announcing to the girls that 'I'd go get another round before we ate.'

Janice and Lindsay swapped a knowing stare, and my friend even called after me that, 'surely it was her turn.' but I was already on my way. 

Wouldn't you know it, he was so engrossed in the paper that he never even saw me until it was too late and I received my change from the barman before he looked up and we exchanged smiles. Damn! 

According to Janice though, he'd kept his eyes on me all the way as I rejoined the girls, probably watching my own overt wiggling, though why I decided to do such a school-girlish thing like that I'll never know. 

I'd hardly got my bum back on the stool before Jan' nudged me and he got down from his own perch and made for the bathroom. 

Ding dong, giggled Lindsay and Janice almost in unison as he strolled out of the room and I frowned at them as my friend, who could hardly believe that I'd not seen what she had noticed from the first sight of him, cackled along with my daughter.

'Oh come on Carol, you're not that much of a goody-two-shoes,' she giggled.

"I honestly don't know what you mean." I'd pleaded.

"Oh come on mom," chuckled Lindsay, "I've only seen him once and it's obvious."

"Shhh shh he's back." They twittered and now I saw what the giggles had been about.

"You two are terrible," I said reprovingly and colouring up. I also found myself looking over again, wanting to confirm what I think I saw but he had his back to us again now and I was annoyed to see Lindsay slip off her stool and go fetch the menus off the bar, something I would have liked to have done

"That's why he's wearing long shorts," tittered Janice who was having a high old time of it.

"You don't think it could really be that long, do you?" I gasped, "I mean it was half way down his thigh."

"Well, why don't you find out?" she smiled and added: "Carol if I wasn't married I'd be trying to find out myself."

"OMG," giggled Lindsay as she rejoined us, and he looked back over his shoulder at her outburst and I saw him check out her legs and bum before he noticed my stare and we swapped another awkward albeit brief smile, before turning away at the same moment.

"Come on," said Lindsay, "Let's go sit outside, we're wasting sunlight in here," she pouted.

So off we went, but not before I insisted upon ordering the food, and as the girls chuckled I made my way to the bar.

Standing alone this time, he was still oblivious and chatting to the guy behind the bar about stupid football or something, then laughing loudly over some stunt they were performing with what appeared to be a bottle of chilli-sauce.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed to no-one in particular, until his eyes came to rest upon me.

As the guy from behind the bar took my order, he lifted a French fry on his fork, grinned, and said: "Don't let him talk you into the chilli-sauce." 

"Is it hot?" I smiled, not really knowing what else to say. Of COURSE it's bloody hot Carol! I admonished myself.

"Well not as hot as you, of course," he grinned that disarming grin again. "But you can give it a try if you're feeling brave enough?"

Well to my own indecent shame, I was over there before he'd finished the sentence and the sauce was indeed very hot, but not as hot as my face as he'd wrapped an arm about my waist and said he'd catch me if I fainted.

I didn't faint, but I was completely aware of his big hand under my rib-cage and I was aware of his male scent at almost the same moment as he inhaled deeply and said:

"My goodness, you smell lovely. What is that you're wearing?" and got so close to my neck, I almost felt his nose against my bare shoulder.

"It's La-Lique," I said at last, happy that his attention was on my neck and breasts which felt like they would break my bra; they were heaving so much. Luckily they were well encased, had I been wearing what my eldest daughter Laura wears, they would surely have broken free by now. Oh my, why did I suddenly wish I was in a smaller bra? I needed to get back to my friend and daughter, and quickly.

They were both soaking up rays on the patio by the time I got back outside, their skirts raised around their thighs, legs up on the wall.

"How did you get on?" said Janice before I'd even sat down.

"Oh, okay." I said demurely.

"Carol, your colour's up from your cleavage to your forehead, you're not fooling me."

"Not in front......" I whispered, nodding toward Lindsay.

"She's a teenager, babe, check out her ears."

And I saw that fortunately, within her ears sat the buds of her i-pod and I relaxed and leant back toward my friend. "He's had my number, we're going out for the evening."

"Hmmm you lucky lady."

"Not just for that...."

"Yeah, I believe you," she smiled, "What did you think of it?"

"Oh God Janice, I think he must have something in his pocket, he looks huge!"

Our first dates went really well, he was funny and suggestive and the kisses we shared were deeper and far more passionate than I'd ever shared with my ex-hubby. In fact, I have to admit, my tummy had had butterflies from the moment I met him, culminating in some underwear that I didn't dare leave in the linen basket in case my nosey daughters should see the state of my heavily stained and saturated panties.

Lindsay was still fine about him, nicknaming him Mr Big and Mr Shaft and King Dong and so on, and much to my eldest's discomfort and irritation. In fact Laura had been about as rude to him as she could possibly be, not that he allowed it to ruin our relationship in any way and took it all in good part, mentioning that it could be down to her fearing that he might try to impose himself upon her as some kind of 'surrogate dad' or similar.

I'd done well on our first two dates to keep him at bay, but on our third date, he had dodged the Laura bullet and invited me to his place for a very tasty meal he cooked himself and as soon as the dishes and a bottle of Merlot had vanished I was feeling relaxed, tingly and ready to battle for my modesty. 

It was to be a short, doomed affair, as it felt like only seconds before he had peeled my dress away, which left me in my underwear, which tonight consisted of silk panties, a matching corset and suspenders frilled with lace and matching full-cup, under-wired lace bra through which he teased my nipples with his teeth before slipping down my shoulder straps and revealing my breasts for his full attention. 

In the past I have always been a 'lights out' and missionary position type of lady, but this was new to me, being stripped slowly of my clothes by a guy who was blowing my mind, and I was glad now that I chose my sexiest undies. I'd really wanted to show myself off to him, I really wanted to please him and I really wanted that huge bulge in his jeans to be mine.

I didn't have long to wait.

Kissing me deeply, he pulled back, kissed the tip of my nose, my eyelids and back to my nose before leaning back and pulling off his black turtle-neck sweater and unfastening his jeans button by button and I felt my jaw weigh heavily as he eased them down revealing that unlike me, he wore no underwear and it felt like he was pulling those jeans down all night as he slowly revealed nine and a bit inches of thick, veiny cock. 

I was shocked at my own thoughts, but having been used to five inches for my entire love life, I was captivated by him as he eased off the stupid jeans and knelt back down before me, his hugeness swaying heavily from side to side before he lay the glans on my black panties, and I watched rapt as a thick droplet of his pre-cum leaked out and stained the material before I realised that he was speaking to me:

"Do you like it sweetheart?"

"Oh my, it looks so wonderful." I gasped and almost felt like crying before I dipped a finger into his essence and looking at him almost for permission to handle his giant shaft, he took my hand and place it upon that throbbing, evil looking organ.

Lifting it, I felt the weight of the thing in my palm, while his eyes devoured my heavily swaying breasts and his hands curled around my pantie band as he gruffly ordered me to lift my bum. Or 'sexy ass', as he put it and he eased the material against my throbbing slit, bunching it and rubbing the silk and cotton against my clit before easing my panties aside and replacing my gusset with his huge, engorged bell-end. Where were these words coming from, I'd never said 'bell end' ever to my ex.

Dipping it into me, he coated himself in my juices. I was so wet that I worried he might think I'd urinated, but his eyes shone and he smiled at me and told me 'how pretty' I looked down there, 'pussy juices and lots of thick pussy cream', he'd said just above a whisper. Now no-one had ever said I had a pretty pussy before and as I realised he knew just what he was looking at, I swooned again as I felt a rush of new pussy juices pour from my tummy to thank him.

Dipping his cock in again, I felt more pressure this time, and it was pressure that had no intention of receding. 

Wow! This was amazing. Even after two children he was having to push and I was beginning to panic before I felt his hand stroke my hair and helped me concentrate on his voice as he told me to relax before; whoosh! He was in! and Oh WOW the orgasm I'd been trying so hard to control fairly burst through the dam and took me onto another plain.

He must have been equally turned on, for as my pussy contracted and clung to his manhood, I swore I felt his seed rush up that thick shaft, only moments before it began pumping deep into my tummy.

I don't know how long I was out of it. Gasping and cumming even after he'd withdrawn, I lay like a rag doll my pussy throbbing, my breasts heaving so much I felt the need to cup them and squeeze the soft flesh that felt so tender and sensitive in my hands. As for my lover, well he just leant back and wiped that beautiful thick weapon of lust all over my panties and corset, down my thick suspender straps and over my lace stocking tops. This was my first experience of my underwear being used by a man purely for his own benefit, to clean his shaft.....and I was thrilled by it. 

In what felt like an hour but was in reality only fifteen minutes, his mouth met mine once more and kissing me gently he patted my thigh and lifted me slightly, telling me at the same time that: 'it was time for some more.'

I was never going to argue, but this time he said he wanted me on my hands and knees, my bottom in the air for him, and I began to worry. I'd never enjoyed this position, feeling that it demeaned a woman somehow, making me feel like a dog, or a bitch on heat.

He was having none of this argument of course, and turned me over so that my bum was on show and he peeled down my sopping panties, took them off my right leg and slid them back up to my left thigh slipping them under my suspenders to hold them in place. When I told Janice about this treatment over coffee a few days later, it gave me much enjoyment watching as she gnawed her bottom lip and squeezed her thighs together under her pretty frock.

Now it was time for my man to take me again, and as he ordered me to push my bum toward him, I felt that huge, angry cock slide across my left bum cheek and roll into the slippery, gooey hole that was my pussy. Shuddering with lust now, I pushed back harder and frantically swore at him to enter me, but he was in control and he merely slapped that meaty shaft heavily into the wetness that almost sounded like a splash it was just soooo good. 

Smacking my bum, he brought me back round and wrapping a handful of my hair into his fist, he eased my head back and ran his other hand across my taut throat, instructing me to; 'hold my head high' as he wanted to see me, 'proud of my body, proud of my figure, proud of my big, heavy tits and tight, swollen pussy, but most of all, I should revel in my being the kind of woman who could fill him with such desire and radiate such amazing femininity'.

All of this was growled into my ear before his right hand slid slowly back down along the curves of my body, to my bottom where he hooked his thumb into my slit and released a build-up of cum, mixed with his spunk which he just knew I had been boiling up and which poured quickly down my right thigh and into my stocking tops. 

Moving his hand back up to the small of my back, he held my corset, and then moved up to finally release my bra and thankfully allow my breasts to be completely free. That done, he slid his weapon into my pussy slit once again, the thick, sopping noises from down there turning me on even more as he bathed his glans and moved it up to my tiny virgin bum hole.

This time I really was scared, especially when I felt his fierce cock force apart my bum cheeks and deposit a wad of pre-cum directly into what I am now fabulously aware of is my; 'ass-pussy'. He still doesn't force that on me though, he knows the thought of him taking me is more than enough to drive me crazy, but at the time, I felt my little bum flex and I almost apologetically whimpered:

"Please not there, not yet." 

Man that he is, he just smiled down at me and said, "You're not ready for that yet, baby."

Which at the time I thought was amazing of him, and frankly, while I don't know what will happen in future, if any man is to take my anal virginity, it is going to be this one.

Seconds later that quandary was forgotten however, as his length penetrated me again and I held my shape for him as long as my first orgasm, which ripped through me for the next fifteen minutes of heavy sex, which was as long as I could take it at the time without feeling discomfort.

This time, post coital, he took my panties away from me and held them against my stretched out, distended pussy lips as he lifted me up by my hair and thick wads of spunk and pussy cream emptied out into gusset which he then held to my mouth and allowed me to feed upon. 

I was in no mood to say no, and I greedily sucked on the silk to gain his approval and equally get as much nourishment from them as I could. It was a strange feeling, but crazy as it might seem, I just felt that any action that had felt so right and so good, must surely be beneficial to my body and my well-being.

As he dropped me off at my place later, I saw the lights still on and as I floated up the path I knew that my daughter, Laura; was just waiting to pounce.

"Where the hell...have....... you.........." She began as soon as I walked into the sitting room, but it tailed off, gratefully I'd felt at the time. What I now know, is that she had looked into my eyes, noted the way I confidently answered her and moved around the room and as I found later, had somehow even picked up my scent, my sexual musk of a newly aware sensuous woman. 



Family Highs Carol's Confession



Okay, okay, okay, I know what you want to hear, but you have to believe me that I never believed anything like this could ever, would ever happen to me...and certainly not to my lovely, wonderful daughters. Even now I blush when I think of that evening, and that's even when I am alone in my own bed. Unfortunately, far from being devastated at my actions, I have become not only trained to behave a certain way, but have thoroughly relished my instruction.

As you are more than aware, my sex life up to the period of this new arrangement had been fabulous. No more missionary-position only with Mr Big, he would take me any time he pleased and I was more than pleased that he did. 

Not that I'm some sort of tart you understand, he didn't 'shag me over the frozen peas in a supermarket', as I remembered hearing or maybe reading about some time ago. No, it's just the way he makes me feel, all edgy and jittery, his wandering hands seeking out my most tender spots at the most compromising of times, or tracing the outline of my underwear discretely while we're in company.

This is normally done as he runs his fingers up my spine to my shoulder blades or while he nuzzles my neck, (he loves to nuzzle my neck) which as he is well aware, is a weakness of mine to begin with, but then he starts whispering about what he intends to do to me later and my knees turn to jelly and my panties begin to feel too tight and I worry that my pussy will stain my dress or skirt, (he doesn't allow me to wear trousers anymore) while someone else held the floor and half the time I can't even remember the thread of the conversation, which gives my girlfriends a good giggle at least.

So what can I say about that night? I now know that it was inevitable, an incident just waiting to happen, brought about by my weakness, my man's lust and my eldest daughters deepest sexual desires.

She had been on my case from the off, always niggling, always picking at him behind his back and cutting her eyes or making stupid smug and snide remarks that I had found harder and harder to take. What I now know is that like my youngest daughter, she had spotted the tell-tale bulge in his trousers from his first visit, and she had been jealously horny from that evening up to her eventual sexing.

It hadn't helped that during the period we had dated I had also dropped a dress size, from 14 t o12 while to my delight, I increased my already generous bust from a 36D to a thrilling 36DD, a feat that gave him so much joy that he had swung into the air and told me how proud he was of my achievement, before he excused us from the scowling Laura and stripped me on the way to my room where and gave me the pleasure of his thick nine inches which seemed to throb with extra vitality at the good news, before filling me with one of the greatest loads of semen I have ever taken left me in a thick puddle of cum .

And which, I suppose, brings us to that amazing night.

He had come over that evening with a couple of bottles of wine and a takeaway that both girls helped themselves to and had enjoyed, but now, while Lindsay had gone to her room, Laura decided that she was going to play gooseberry as usual and sat sprawled in an armchair, her legs dangling over the arm while we snuggled up on the sofa.

If she'd tutted once at us, she must tutted fifty times as he smelled my hair, kissed the nape of my neck and stroked the side of my breast. Honestly I was breathing so deeply and my new bra was under so much pressure, I closed my eyes and began to dream of an E cup.

The next programme we had asked to watch was a documentary on woman beaters and beaten women.

Truly there were some terrible cases. One woman had been thrashed with a rope for merely talking to her mother on the phone too long, while another had joked with a delivery man and had lost her front teeth for her troubles.

At some point He had joked about some of the women deserved it and how He had also had to correct a couple of his ladies who had misbehaved in some way, shape or form and had needed their bottoms spanking hard, which I mildly chastised him about, but for some reason, Laura just lost it! 

Back and forth they'd rowed, the comments getting nastier and more barbed by the minute and I watched his eyes, normally, quizzical or amused, harden the more that she raged.

We would find out later that they weren't the only thing to harden that night.

As the row reached a crescendo, (I had given up trying to placate them) I covered my ears and screamed at them to stop and one of the last things I remember before everything just went crazy, was seeing her polka-dot socks swing off the arm of the chair and thud down onto the carpet as she threw herself out of her chair.

She'd fairly flown across the room and planted herself before him, one hand on her nonexistent hips, the other pointing a finger into his face from beneath the thick Aaron sweater, a gift from her ex boyfriend that hung off her slight frame and half way down her thighs, to her baggy, grungy jeans, so typical of a student and her long brown hair, framing her pretty if puce features. 

I have to say, at this point I normally try to play peace-maker, but this time I was pleased to see him stand up to my little firebrand of a daughter who for all her slight, size 8 figure, never gave an inch on her principles and never ever gave way on a standpoint she believed was hers to defend. She'd make a wonderful trial lawyer, I remember thinking, just before I saw his features darken and obviously tiring of the debate, he leant forward grabbed two fistfuls of her loose fitting jeans and pulled down hard.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Along with her jeans, her white cotton panties had rolled down an inch or so and as she bent to rescue her modesty he grabbed her sweater and pulled her down onto her knees, her thighs braced against the sofa, her body pressed into the seat as he slid a large hand up her sweater and grabbed the back-strap of her white bra, which he twisted into his fist and pinned her down before laying the first of three heavy smacks onto her wriggling bottom and growled at her to 'stop bloody kicking'.

I was in shock. I know she needed taking in hand sometimes, I mean, since her father left three years ago she has had a lot of temper tantrums, but no-one had ever taken her in hand like this. In fact, even her father wouldn't have dared and I wouldn't have allowed it anyway.

More smacks rained down on her bottom and I reached over to try and pull up her pants, but found my hand swept roughly away before he gathered the offending material in his fist and bunched it before pulling it tight between her little bum-cheeks and high over her hips before, .......whack! another good solid connection followed by a few sharp slaps to her thin thighs and she screamed as he shook her by her bra and I heard the material strain and fray under the force of his attention.

I also noticed that her writhing had begun to subside.

"Please don't hurt her." I whispered then in his ear, but the way his head snapped around scared me enough that I knew I should mind my own business and I was grateful to see Lindsay appear at the door so that I could get her back to her bedroom and avoid what was happening to Laura.

Lindsay didn't want to go.

"Oh mom, come on," she whined, straining over my shoulder. "It's about time she had this."

Lindsay took after me; body wise, all curves, bum and boobs and was already a good size 12 that had been filling out since she was fourteen. I also knew from her bras that she was now fitting herself into a 34D cup and I have long been amazed at how these youngsters seem to mature these days, how they develop so much quicker than my generation. She was also a little taller than me now and as such wasn't easy to move and our breasts mashed together as she stared at the sight over my shoulder and gasped at her sisters plight as I tried to move her back. 

"Mom," she said desperately as I at last began to get some momentum, "you do know she wants it don't you?"

Those words drained any last power I'd felt and all my gains were lost immediately.

"What are you saying, you silly girl?" I snapped angrily, rallying.

"Laura, she knows, she's known for ages." She said then, as if that explained everything.

"She knows what?" I stammered, knowing what Lindsay was going to say before she'd uttered a single syllable.

"She saw him come out of the shower after he'd been with you one time." She said calmly. "She said he humped you against the tiles in the cubicle and he held you steady while you came back down from your cum and when his thick cock dropped out, so did loads of sex juice and she saw how massive he is."

"But...." Humped? Shower? My cum? Sex Juices?............Thick cock!

"She's been going crazy with frustration for weeks, mom. Couldn't you tell?"

I suddenly realised that my eighteen year old daughter was holding me close and stroking my hair as she edged us back to where the action was taking place. Realising this didn't increase my resolve however, for my legs had gone and the worst part of the new sensation writhing in my tummy was the fact that the whole scenario playing out in my own home, on my own couch was turning me on so bloody much.

The noise had subsided now to just Laura's quiet sobs and as I eased away from Lindsay, who still clung to my shoulder, we both saw my pretty, twenty-year-old daughter pushing her slinky little ass into his hand, arch her back just how he likes his women to do, and watched his long fingers search out her love slit clearly pouting beneath the soft, damp cotton of her panties.

With Lindsay's whispered: 'Oh wow' ringing in my ears, I held my head high as I reentered the room and knelt beside my man, kissing him passionately, I also placed a tentative hand upon on of Laura's glowing little ass-cheeks which he saw and smiled at. 

Before I got too comfortable however, he instructed me to go get a tube of antiseptic salve from the bathroom cupboard which would help take some of the sting out of her bottom and thin thighs.

Upon my return I was instructed to massage the salve into her flesh, slowly and gently and as I did this he lifted her over and onto his lap, at the same time lifting her chin and planting a kiss on her luscious lips and telling the flushed and mascara streaked young lady how proud of her he was for taking such punishment, before he ordered her briskly, 'Arms up!' and lifted her sweater off over her head in one fluid and unhindered movement.

I was just aghast. And especially so when he unhooked what was left of her tattered lacy bra and eased it off with not even a murmur of protest from my usually feisty daughter.

Looking directly into my eyes, he congratulated me on having such a beautiful family all the time sliding his big hands across the smooth curves and hidden 34C's Laura usually kept hidden beneath her oversized clothes. 

He also told me something that was oh so obvious to me as soon as I'd knelt before them, in that his huge cock was straining at its confinement and with his voice deep and throaty, he told me that he desperately needed my pretty mouth to help him with this predicament.

Wide eyed, I'd looked to Laura, but her attention was focussed on her new master, until she heard me unzip his fly that is, at which point she looked down, her mouth opening wide with expectation and surprise as she watched me expose and begin to love the oversized purple glans that was soaked and sticky with pre-cum and slid easily into my salivating mouth.

By now my face was burning with humiliation as I felt the eyes of my lover but much more-so the eyes of my girls as they distantly gasped at my noisy and hungry work on his shaft. It was an unbelievable sensation of desire and acute embarrassment which seared through my whole body and shamefully made my nipples and pussy tingle with such inflamed lust.

In fact, I was getting so carried away with sucking hard on his engorged shaft that his own desires took over, and I knew he needed pussy when he forced me to gag and choke as he pushed my head down onto him and thick drool and cum poured down his shaft and over my fingers as I coughed involuntarily and our love juices escaped the seal of my lips.

Looking up as he eased my head away, I saw a strange smile play across Laura's features, one that took in my tearful, flushed cheeks and spunky, lipstick smeared mouth, a look that I felt had said that I had competition, or that she had arrived somehow.

I smiled easily back at her, and the look turned to a question. What I knew even as he slid her back across the couch and patted her little bum to raise it for his cock, was that he had more than enough down there for all of us, and I include Lindsay in that if she ever felt the need for his splendid length. What the girls didn't realise; was that he was an excellent lover as well as fantastically endowed. This was no wham-bam-thank-you-ma'me fuck machine who shot his load after a few erratic and energetic stabs. No, this guy, this Mr Shaft as Lindsay likes to call him, has the ability to handle us all with confidence and surety and I knew he would take the girls into womanhood. 

My next task nearly blew my mind, and against all of my upbringing, social niceties and peer understanding, on his instruction, I reached down and gently removed Laura's panties and even slid a finger along her soapy love slit before I slipped them completely off. I had asked him whether he wanted them leaving on as he had done with my first time, but he kissed me and told me I would never see such a huge pair of knickers on her again and that they needed to go. All of them. They were just too big for her. 

Before that happened however he told me to dip the sodden gusset into her swollen pussy and join him in drinking a toast from her wanton, 'leaking snatch'. Oh where he gets these words from I don't know, but my knees wobble at every horny new term for our excited love holes.

Now it was her time, and easing her thin legs apart he gripped his shaft hard and slid the engorged head against her outer lips, parting them and showing me how a woman kisses her man with her pussy lips too, he pushed into the swollen slit then eased it out and sure enough the faint kissing noises were audible even over Laura's cries of passion. I just hung on his shoulder and bit into my hand, this should not be happening, called out part of my mind, but the thought was soon banished as he released his grip on the shaft, and allowed the backed-up pre-cum to squirt into her exposed inner lips where he mixed them with her already flowing pussy juices before easing forward bodily and I saw Laura grip-tight a cushion she held in her left hand as she looked back at us, her eyes wide as he pushed again slowly-but-surely, the glans eased ever deeper into her sweet scented sex.

The hand then left the cushion and splayed back and out toward me and I took it and went to her, lay beside her and cradled her head as she howled into my breasts, all her previous work with her ex boyfriend and vibrator hadn't prepared her for this; as he stretched her pussy anew and her wide eyes leaked some more as the pressure built up in her crotch.

No more than a second later; he was in and she was gasping and bucking and cumming like a woman gone wild, her inhibitions lost, she squealed with joy at accepting him into her body and I felt so proud of her, my tiny girl taking my mans huge, thick cock into her tight little hole, that I almost didn't hear Lindsay's cry from the doorway as she orgasmed too and slid slowly down the door jamb, her hands deep in her pyjamas, her eyes distant and hazy, and I have to admit my own breathing was ragged and urgent as I realised I had hardly taken a breath as Laura had struggled upon his girth.

Now he did as he had with me, settled himself within her and just flexed his length to pleasure her overextended pussy walls while giving her body time to adjust, time to believe that it was possible for such a tiny girl to take such a massive dong! God I am so horny just thinking about it.

A few minutes in and Laura began to rock her hips slowly back toward his loins and the fingers of his left hand slipped from my pussy and out of my thong as he placed his hands on her tiny bum and began settling her into a rhythm.

Unable to not look, I kissed her on the cheek before easing back where I could see better and was met with a sight that will live with me forever.

Stretched taut against his broad cock, it was almost as if she had grown a third leg! Her thickly swollen pussy lips were wedged between his shaft and her 'stand alone thighs' that Lindsay and I envied so much, while her pussy extended out, clinging to his length for more than an inch and almost looked as if it was being turned inside-out every time he performed his withdrawal stroke.

I suddenly realised that my thong had not gone back correctly, as a gush of warm cum poured into my stocking tops and onto the carpet. This was something else that had been happening lately, my cums were becoming so much more intense and.......well.....messy. I was flooding now and it was a scary sensation, especially when it happened as he talked sexy to me one time at work and I had to change my office seat to one we use for visitors and which to this day is still stained with my pussy juices.

Embarrassed, I looked to see if Lindsay had seen this, but she still had her hands deep inside her pyjama bottoms, working frantically on her clit as I looked at her and though I tried to smile and I think she tried to smile back, they were both loose lipped and heavy with desire and as he brought Laura to another massive climax he held out his arms for me and Lindsay and held us both while we held Laura's bottom and thighs as he leant back, groaned and grunted like the sexual animal he is at point of climax and pumped what I knew would be thick ropes of torrid spunk deep into her steaming little pussy hole.

Laura was still coming down when he stiffened again, her contented pussy a leaking, sorry mess. Laying me beside her, he got Lindsay to remove my thong before he took me with that wonderful cock, burying it deep inside me and inducing goodness knows how many orgasms, before releasing another hot shower of seed into my overflowing love hole. Laura had held me close at the end, she realised now that he could handle all of us quite easily and neither of us offered a word of descent as he put us into a girly sixty-nine position and told us to eat him out of each other while he lay back on the sofa with Lindsay like some king of the jungle who has had his fill and now lets his ladies pleasure his eyes while his body relaxes.

This was how it would be from now on. We all knew it, even Lindsay. He would pluck us out of our clothes on his whim and none of us would ever willingly refuse him.

It also opened another door for us as women too. For on those nights that he wasn't with us, we found pleasure in each others arms, and many bashful mornings were had as we woke from a night of torrid feminine passion, our limbs intertwined and promised each other never to tell him, lest he might punish us some more! 

As you might imagine, he soon found out, generally from the first of us who phoned him that day, but his punishment on his return is always far outweighed by the pleasure he gives us and I think we all see the pride in his eyes as he looks at us, especially so since the bump in Laura's tummy began to swell. Will this be forever and ever? We all very much hope so.



Family Highs Ch. 02



I actually arrived back before the girls, and not in the best of moods seeing as my football team had taken another pasting that afternoon. That said, you'd think I'd be used to it being a Wolves supporter.

Sat in the car, I listened to the sports report and sundry fans who telephone in to complain about anything and everything. Isn't it a fact that people are only happy when they're moaning? No-one ever calls in to congratulate, or if they do, it's quickly followed by a qualified 'but if' and some lengthy pontification over how they could be even better if they'd just do....whatever. Unbelievable.

Anyway, minutes later, Carol's car pulled up on the drive and two very sexy looking ladies and their boxes and bags of goodies spilled out with them. I smiled to myself as I took in Laura, who was in a new, flared skirt that sat just above the knee and appeared to have the consistency of cardboard if the way it moved was anything to go by. 

The good part of this was that from my low aspect, sat as I was in the car, as soon as she bent into the cars trunk, the skirt did nothing for her modesty and exposed the tops of her slim thighs and a hint of black panties that appeared to cling around her pouting pussy lips. 

I immediately felt my cock thicken, especially when Carol appeared from the driver's side and I noticed her top, straining the buttons of her blouse as the heavy swell of her breasts pushed against the silky material.

Getting out of my vehicle, I strolled over to the women who turned toward me and I complimented them on their appearance that had entailed four hours in a beauty parlour having their nails, hair, you name it coiffed. Honestly, they looked and smelled so good my cock was out of my underwear and pushing down my left thigh already. What an effect these women were having, Crazy. 

It was no good, my mood had improved so much that I took the little ladies by their elbows and virtually frogmarched them into the house where I back-heeled the front door closed and scooped up the women in each arm.

"You two look amazing." I growled lustfully into Carol's hair and bent down to nuzzle her neck which always gets her going.

As Carol's breathing got deeper, I turned my attention to Miss Lovely who was looking a little sheepish still after last nights events, but as I slid my hand up her cropped-top, an item of clothing I had never seen on her before, I mentioned how beautiful she looked and smelled her strawberry scented hair before taking a handful of the same and pulling her head back to kiss her deeply on the mouth.

The way they were responding sort of told me what their thoughts, if not conversation had been about for most of the day, and a quick glance at their breasts merely confirmed it. 

Both women were wearing lace bras and the hard nubs of their nipples were forcing against the see-thru material and I noticed Carol had already begun the little jig she gets in her leg when her body needs sex. Who would have thought this lady had appeared so stuffy when I first met her only weeks ago. 

My own lust was growing now though and Laura had already had a couple of surreptitious strokes of my length with her forearm, so again taking their elbows, I led them to the sofa where I stopped, turned to Carol and lifted her chin to kiss her deeply, before I plucked the first of three buttons on her blouse and I said quite deliberately:

"I'm......going to.... undo.......those." Exposing the cups of her black bra, full of swollen, heaving flesh, before turning to Laura, looking deep into her hazel eyes and stating, "And you, young lady, can do the rest."

Both mother and daughter stood for what must have been long seconds for them both, their mouths making O's as they giggled nervously, and I took to the couch. 

This time it was the younger girl who made up her mind first, and knowing what I needed to see happen, she responded so well, slipping her hands inside her mothers blouse and slipping it off her shoulders before placing her lips on the swollen 36DD's creaming over the taut lace and undoing the last three buttons on her blouse as she caressed the flesh with her mouth and nose.

Frankly, even I hadn't been expecting that level of horniness from Laura, who only yesterday had appeared for all intents and purposes about as uptight and unyielding a feminist as you could ever meet. Who knows exactly what had clicked in her mind, but I think the way her mother had softened over the last few weeks and her body had subtly changed along with her underwear, the younger girl had had some kind of sexual epiphany, an awakening not only in her mind but also her loins. 

I have to say as she unzipped and slipped her mothers skirt over her curvy hips and let it fall to the floor, even Carol was pouting with desire as she stood quivering before us and her hands slipping down her mothers body Laura repaid the deed from last night, and kissed the front panel of her mothers tight panties before hooking her thumbs into the waistband and removing the soaking material from between Carol's thighs.

That was enough for me, and I pushed down my jeans, releasing the 'monster' as the girls had nicknamed my thickly veined cock, which, no lie, had gone from a good sized nine inches to nearly ten, but the real increase had been in its girth, Carol's tight suction had encouraged the thickness to a size I had not achieved since my youth, and now their squeals and OMG's filled the room as I pulled the older woman down beside me for more of her sweet sex.

Like any good porno, my first thought had been for her to suck my cock which was leaking pre-cum all over her couch but it was no good, I needed more, and pulling her across me, I sat her astride my lap and ordered her daughter to quickly put it inside Carol's wanton hole and she wasn't disagreeing with me.

The young girl quickly grabbed my shaft and mixed my and her mothers sex juices around that entrance to paradise before lining us up properly and pushing my cock forward so the only place it could go, was deep into her mothers slippery pussy.

As usual, on entering her, her orgasm ripped through Carol and I held her tight as she slid deeper onto my shaft, gasping and shuddering and growling like a lioness as she did so. Her intense feelings just tightened her pussy walls around my cock and I stroked her hair while I watched Laura peel off to her new G-String and lacy bra for me to feast my hungry eyes and kissed the younger girl as I cupped her quite perfect 34C breasts and stroked my hand over her body, around her bum and stroked her slit which she pushed against my fingers and I found had soaked her new panties. 

Swivelling around as best as I could, I lay back on the couch, and with Carol taking rapid breaths as she came all over my cock once again, I beckoned Laura to sit astride my mouth and take care of her mother while I licked and chewed her still tight young pussy.

As I lapped away at that juicing young hole, I marvelled at its tightness and how she fit snugly into her new tiny panties even as I moved them aside. It wouldn't last. I'm going to make damn sure she gets big and heavy down there, just like her mother, and from her new enthusiasm for big cock, I don't think she's about to complain. 

We were enjoying each other so much, none of us realised that Lindsay had arrived home.



Family Highs



'Would you like to try it inside you?' I asked Laura softly as I kissed her earlobe and unhooked her bra, which the label revealed held a firm, plump pair of 34C's that hardly moved as the material fell away.

"Oh yes please." She said enthusiastically, so placing her back in the position that had moments earlier held so much pain for her, this time she could do it head held high as a proud sensuous woman.

Kissing Carol deeply, I told her how honoured I felt to know her and her family and that I needed her to be the one to remove her daughters plainly soaked, cotton panties, so she could present her to me.

Without pausing, she wordlessly did as I'd asked and I held her hand and lifted the creamy gusset to my mouth to taste that feminine bouquet before turning to Carol and kissing her deeply before ordering her to suck the rest of her daughters juices from Laura's panty gusset and feed it to me from her tongue, while I prepared to make her daughter my lover, each of us almost oblivious of young Lindsay, who continued to watch, rapt from the door, her eyes like saucers, her little hands plunged down her pyjamas, just as she had so many times before as I later found out, for it had been she who had so enjoyed watching me shaft the wonderful Carol at bedtime.

What a fabulous bunch of ladies, I thought as I heard Lindsay's gasps from the hallway and Carol treated my taste-buds with more musk from her tongue and the delicious Laura squealed into the sofa as the force of pressure from my over-sized, rampant cock eventually broke, then shredded her resistance as I drove deeply into her body, seeking out her womb and stretching out her pretty little slit left almost intact from her first and last boyfriend. 

This was going to be one hell of a summer. 



The End