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Dishes

By: Writeman



It was another hot June day, and Jenni awoke that Sunday dreading another day of heat and humidity. Remembering all the party dishes piled high in the sink from the night before made her groan inwardly. Why did she so blithely shoo away friends who offered to help clean up? Shaking her head in wonder at her error, and partly to just reassure herself she was awake, Jenni rose quietly from bed so as not to disturb Hank. He'd worked hard yesterday, might as well let him sleep on his only real day off. She slipped her lightest cotton dress over her head and quietly made her way out of the bedroom.

A cup of coffee helped Jenni wake up, and some left over cookies were a tasty substitute for breakfast. Jenni faced away from the sink as she nibbled the last of the tasty crumbs. She didn't want to be reminded of what was there.

Then, with a sigh, she got up and started unloading the dishwasher. Might as well get a good start on the day. Maybe she and Hank could do something fun later if she could finish the clean-up early, like go to the beach. Thinking of Hank reminded her that she should shut the kitchen door so that her noises wouldn't wake him.

Fifteen minutes later, sweating from having her hands in hot water, Jenni was furiously scrubbing burned tomato sauce from the bottom of a pan when Hank entered silently and slipped his arms around her waist from behind. She jumped and felt a flash of annoyance, but Hank had meant no harm, and was obviously in a loving mood.

"I thought we agreed to do these dishes together?" he asked.

"We did, but I couldn't sleep and I thought I'd get a jump on things" Jenni responded. "You may regret holding me: I'm soaked and sweaty."

But Hank was undeterred. He leaned down to kiss Jenni's neck.

"And salty. A little anyway. Tastes pretty good to me. I can still smell a little perfume, too. Mmmm"

Jenni wasn't feeling sexy, it being damp and humid, but she rose on her toes in spite of herself as Hank continued kissing her neck and shoulders. It DID feel good. She sank back down on her heels and continued to scrub the offending pot. Hank was now kissing her ears and hair while he ran his hands up and down Jenni's sides.

"I love a working gal" he whispered in jest, while nibbling on Jenni's ear.

"Well, there's lots of work to do" Jenni replied in mock severity, hoping to goad Hank into helping. 

Hank paid no attention and continued his ear nibbling and kisses. Jenni sighed deeply. In resignation? In pleasure? Maybe a little of both, she thought to herself. She angled her head away from Hank and tried to continue working, but he wouldn't stop. Jenni continued scrubbing, but only half-heartedly now. Hank was getting to her. His kisses were having the desired effect, and Jenni felt her body responding favorably, felt her nipples firm and the first twinges of arousal in her vagina.

"You were marvelous last night" he whispered in her ear. You looked great, the food was great, you were funny...I was proud to be your boyfriend."

Jenni felt weak. Her resolve to keep working was gone. She still wasn't used to compliments like this. She felt a tear of happiness come to her eyes, but squeezed it away quickly. Thank God for Hank. Thank God she finally met someone who appreciated her. She didn't complain when Hank lowered one strap of her dress and kissed her bare shoulder. Nor did she complain when Hank slipped the opposite strap off and planted a dozen more kisses along the top of her back and shoulders. Her back arched involuntarily as Hank kissed her neck and reached around inside her dress to caress her breasts lightly and lift their pleasing weight in his hands. Being short had few advantages, one of then being this. She sighed again. It felt so good to be lovingly touched, and it felt sexy to be standing at her sink with breasts bared. Still, Jenni offered one last bit of resistance.

"I'm all wet in front. Sweaty and wet..."

"I love wet women" said Hank with a laugh. "The wetter the better."

That was it. Jenni grabbed the edge of the sink tighter for balance as Hank caressed her nipples lightly and pulled them between his thumb and finger.

"Ohhh....that feels nice. Ummmmmm." Jenni backed up against Hank and rubbed her rear against him in pleasure. In response, Hank pushed his hardening prick against Jenni's bottom with vigor and growled. Low moans and animal sounds of passion escaped from Jenni unedited as Hank pulled on one proud nipple, then the other, then both at once. Jenni felt herself jerk and stiffen with each wave of pleasure coursing though her breasts. Hank was a maestro, and for long minutes he played Jenni's breasts with passion, his hands lifting, stroking, pulling, caressing, all the while continuing to kiss Jenni's neck and lifted shoulders. 

Then he stopped. Hank slipped Jenni's breasts back inside her dress and pulled her straps up. Jenni started to turn and protest this abrupt stop, but then felt Hanks hands slide down her legs and caress her through her dress for a moment, then lower his hands to Jenni's hemline and begin to caress bare skin. It felt wonderful to Jenni--more than wonderful. One hand left her skin and Jenni momentarily wondered why, but then she heard a chair scrape on the floor as Hank pulled it close to here and sat.

"I'm gonna be here awhile. Might as well get comfortable."

Jenni laughed. It sounded good to her. In the mood she was in now, he could do anything. Her body was his for as long as he wanted.

Hank was making his own animal sounds as he caressed Jenni's bare legs. He reached around Jenni and hugged her tightly.

"I love your body. Ummmm-mmmmmm-mmmmm. I LOVE your body!"

A reply wasn't necessary, so Jenni said nothing and concentrated on the delightful feeling of Hank's hand running up and down her legs under her dress, one minute lightly touching the back, the next firmly sqeezing her sides or massaging her front. She spread her legs slightly and closed her eyes. Might as well get comfortable myself, she said to herself. 

Hank drew his chair closer and lifted Jenni's dress, sucking in his breath at the wondrous sight. Jenni's shapely ass and legs never looked better. She had on plain white panties that seemed to accentuate the fullness of her butt. Hank took a deep breath and placed his cheek against Jenni's pantied rear and pulled her tightly to him. He felt like one of the luckiest man in America. And when he felt Jenni push back against him he smiled and changed his mind. THE luckiest man in America.

Hank held Jenni tightly without moving for a good thirty seconds, then began nuzzling her soft backside while gently stroking Jenni's smooth legs with the back and front of his hand. Jenni had the softest, smoothest inner thighs. And even if other women's legs were just as soft or just as smooth, these were better; These were Jennis! Hearing her quiet murmurs of delight added to his pleasure, added another dimension of delight. Each time he stroked high on her inner thigh, each time his thumb contacted the twin ridges of Jenni's sex through her panties, she would sigh and twitch. It was a twin turn-on. 

Hank turned his attention higher now, from Jenni's legs to her beautiful butt. Hank teasingly ran his fingers back and forth along the legbands of Jenni's panties, then slipped his hands beneath them to squeeze the soft white globes of her rear. They were both sighing now, sighing and moaning in delight.

"Turn around."

Jenni obeyed, and felt Hank's ticklish hot breath on her stomach for a moment, then she felt him grab the waistband of her panties in his teeth and tug downward, first on one side, then the other. When he had the waistband of her panties down a few inches, he asked her to turn around again, and the process was repeated. The farther down they got, the more exposed Jenni became, the slower Hank went. There was just so much delightful skin to taste and savor. And savor he did, until finally he grabbed Jenni's panties in his teeth and pulled them down as far as he could. Jenni obligingly stepped out of each leg and resumed her position, hanging on tightly to the kitchen sink.

Again Hank sank his face into the full cheeks of Jenni's rear. Again he sighed in pleasure as Jenni pushed back against him. Hank rubbed his face across the delightful softness, then up and down the crack between her soft cheeks. His hands had an agenda all their own, and they teased higher and higher on Jenni's inner thighs until they finally made contact with Jenni's wet pubic hair and swollen labia. Jenni raised on her toes at the exquisite exploration of her outer lips, then pushed down to meet Hank's exploring fingers. Hank smiled at her response, but withdrew his fingers slightly, then began a slow massage of Jenni's wet outer pussy lips between his thumb and first two fingers.

Jenni's moans were anything but quiet now. Loud were her cries of delight as Hanks fingers found sensitive places to tease. Jenni stood on her tippy toes when Hank first ran his long middle finger into her, then sank down in pleasure as he slowly pushed it farther and farther up inside her. Hank withdrew his wiggling finger and Jenni cried out in disappointment, but her sadness was short lived. Hank lifted Jenni's dress up on her back, slipped his arms around Jenni's midsection and pulled her to him, pulled her wet and waiting vagina into contact with the tip of his stiff penis. Hank slowly pushed into Jenni until all seven inches stretched her insides with pleasure and his stomach pushed hard against her ass. When he could push no more, he pulled back to the very tip of his penis and then pushed forward, repeating the sweet pumping again and again, consciously making an effort not to come when Jenni's moans and the feel of her soft ass and the sensations in his dick threatened to overwhelm him. 

For Jenni, it was about to get even better. Hank caressed her stomach, sides and breasts lovingly while they rhythmically joined and separated, then reached down with two fingers of his right hand to stroke the cradling folds on either side of Jenni's sensitive clitoris. Jenni nearly screamed her delight.

"Oooooooooh, yes, yes, YES! That feels sooooo good. More...more.... MORE! Fuck me!....Fuuuuuuuuccckkkkk me, fuck me, YES! YES! YES!"

Hank could feel Jenni's body contract in orgasm and the sensation set him off. He could feel small muscles somewhere beneath his dick pull load after load of semen from his balls and out the secret passage to mingle and blend with the sweet juices in Jenni's pink and quivering pussy. 

Drunk with pleasure, Hank sat down hard on his chair, holding Jenni tenderly while they both caught their breath. Hank spoke first.

"Wow! That was amazing. Just amazing. Thank you."

Jenni turned and kissed Hank.

"Thank YOU!"

Hank surveyed the remaining pots and pans and dishes on the counter. A long minute passed while they just held each other, then Hank broke the silence.

"I'll finish cleaning up. Why don't you go take a nice, long shower."

Dishes



Natalie was as wet between the thighs as the sponge she slid across the dish. She had long associated washing dishes with sex and sex was something she enjoyed more than making love. Before the first time with her father, the men she happened to find herself undressed with had needed time, romance, and a bed. Those were all things she never needed. For her, she was always ready to race though a series fast orgasms and her father was that kind of man. She had just finished talking to him on the phone.

The roar of the motorcycle, an Indian he loved to tell her, made her heart race. The noise faded and the back screen door of her old farmhouse slammed. As heavy boots clumped across the porch with the peeling paint and then across the uneven vinyl flooring of the room, she tossed her light blue panties on the counter atop the cold waffle iron. 

She could tell he was behind her. "Hey Daddy," she called without turning around as her hands continued to clean dish after dish. Dressed only in an unbuttoned man's white dress shirt and black stiletto high heels, she leaned forward and thrust her hips back at him. "Have you come to see your little girl?"

His large warm hands covered her breasts and rolled them around as he inserted himself into the warm soft wet pink opening from behind. "Oh Daddy, what are you doing to your baby girl? No Daddy, don't do that." He knew she was teasing and they both enjoyed the game. 

She leaned across the dirty stoneware dishes piled in the sink and held tightly onto the faucets. Her back sharply arched, her firm hips exposed, he repeatedly slammed his thighs against her buttocks. Other than occasional vulgar expressions about body parts, he was mostly silent. She groaned and moaned loudly. Had neighbors been within five miles, they would have heard. He loved to hear her. She loved all the nasty words.

He groaned and slammed himself into her one last time before stopping. 

She turned; her shirt and chest now soaked with dishwater. Suds covered the left breast. She pulled him close and drove her tongue deep into his mouth. 

He lifted her and let her slide slowly along his cock until she consumed it all. "Ah-h, Daddy-y," she cooed around his tongue letting her warm breath blow down into his throat. 

His hands held her hips tightly and she wrapped her long shapely legs around his waist. One shoe fell with a soft clump onto the floor. "You're the best Daddy," she yelled as he worked her willowy body up and down.

--

Behind the house, barefoot and now without even the shirt on, she waved to him as he rode the Indian along the rutted drive around the slight bend by the oak. She could hear the reverberations of the exhaust off the side of the farmhouse slightly over the beat of her heart. Soon, only silence could be heard as she let the screen door slam behind her.

Their mingled fluids drained along the top of her thigh as she walked casually to the small bathroom off the kitchen. She stood in front of the white pedestal sink and modeled for herself. "Da-amn Daddy, how can-n you resist?" she told herself aloud in a long soft southern drawl. Her hands cupped her breasts as his hands had and then massaged them both. "You can't," she groaned. "I can't," she added, this time softer and almost only to herself.

Steam from the showerhead filled the room above the shower. The small aluminum framed frosted glass shower door clicked once as she opened it and again as she closed it. She rubbed the bar of Ivory Soap across her thirty year-old skin, her body still slim, still most feminine. "Oh Daddy, you are-e the best." She enjoyed the soft feel of the suds, so different from his coarse thick hands. The bar, and then her hand against slipped between her legs. "Daddy...." She watched as their juices mixed with the water and spiraled down the drain. "Till next time," she said with a wave.

--

The letter lay beside Natalie on the seat of old multi-colored Ford stepside pickup as she drove along Highway 12 towards Bald Peak. The forest gradually thinned and the landscape slowly changed. There were patches of snow even though it was late March. 

A wayward glance at the inaccurate gas gauge with the needle well below empty snapped her out of a near trance. "Shit!" she scolded herself aloud for not stopping before now. In the middle of nowhere and with little gas, she became quite concerned. 

Miles ahead around one of many curves near the crest, a dilapidated grocery store with one pump appeared. She pulled to the side of the road, and fastened her jeans and buttoned her sweater.

"Hello missy," the older man said as he watched her shove the nozzle into the filler hole. "Ya need some help? Good thing I'm here; ain't nothin' for fifty more miles." 

It was obvious he was undressing her in his mind. She took a deep breath and her chest swelled making her bare breasts press even more firmly against the sweater and out where the top several buttons were not fastened. Part of a nipple struggled to be exposed.

"My, my," he drawled. "Don't see such nice things around here much." 

She glanced in his direction and watched him crudely rub his crotch. "Off to see my uncle," she tersely said as she flipped her hair with the free hand before touching the almost exposed nipple and then adjusting her blouse. She continued to watch his hand over his crotch as she held the nozzle tight against the hole in the truck.

The nozzle clicked off and she handed him two twenties. "What'cha got there?" She paused, her tongue resting on her lip. A finger fiddled with the button on her jeans. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours. No touching." She watched him rub his crotch and she rubbed hers. 

There were only two cars beside the store and they appeared to have not moved in years. "No one inside," he groaned. "Ain't had such a good offer. My wife died years ago." He became silent as he watched her. 

"How about out here?" she asked as a lone big rig roared past on the road. "I love the risk of being caught." She began unzipping her jeans and unbuttoning the sweater, not removing them, but revealing the lack of undergarments. "I just fastened them before stopping," she groaned as though she were tired of dressing and undressing so often.

His prick popped from the open zipper in his khaki workpants. He stroked it. He watched her fingers disappear inside her. He grunted and began spurt and dribble. She took several deep breaths as she quickly finished and then watched him shake his prick.

"Any time you need a fill up." He watched her waddle to the other side of the truck with her jeans still around her upper legs. "Nice ass missy."

--

She pulled back onto the road and Natalie watched in the mirror as he dragged a paper towel across the now flaccid member and then fasten his pants. "Made his day," she whispered aloud. "Mine too I guess." Her clothes sill unfastened and disheveled, she reached over and fingered the letter. "Mark...." she said in a husky voice.

Highway 12 headed south past the summit of Bald Peak and an hour later, the forest reappeared. "Stinson" the sign read above the lone large rusted mailbox. She turned off the pavement and the dust of the gravel road began to cloud everything behind the pickup. Rocks pounded the underside of the fenders and she gripped the wheel slightly tighter. "Don't remember it being so...." Suddenly the faded beige doublewide trailer and the large white steel shop building appeared. 

As she stopped next to the Mustang in the wide dirt parking area, the sound of a John Deere tractor filled the cab of her pickup. "Ah-h," she moaned aloud as she fastened her clothes.

Natalie stood at the edge of the field, her hands shoved deeply in both pockets. The tractor turned at the end of one row and began making the next furrow towards her. Mark waved as he saw her, though it would be a while until he reached the end of the row. Eventually the tractor became silent.

"Hey niece. Had a hard time waiting 'till I could stop."

"Hey uncle. I see what you mean." She dragged her hand over the bulge in his dusty jeans and then cupped her fingers around it. I was hoping it would be like this." Without further discussion, she began to undress. 

She stood naked and barefoot. "Before I do anything, I gotta piss."

"Like old times," he replied, as he stood undressed beside her, a foot touching hers as they spread their legs wide. The yellow stream fell in front of them and for each, stopped about the same time. 

She shook her crotched. "Ah-h," she said with a throaty groan. She wiped her fingers though the folds of piss covered flesh and then flicked them dry. 

"Done like a guy ... nice," he said. 

"You and Dad taught me well." She laughed and walked a few steps before lying down in a small patch of short and green lawn grass. "Should I get my stilettos out?" 

His head rocked side to side, "Nope. You are-e dressed just perfect little one." The erection, now recovered from the piss, bobbed slightly as he moved towards her. 

She lay with her knees bent and spread wide. "Oh uncle, what are you going to do?" she cooed aloud. "Don't hurt me with that." 

He laughed. "Perhaps you'd like to sit over my lips," he said as he stood between her knees, staring at her. "Fucking fine cunt you've got." 

"Baby, you know what I like," she said in a soft sultry voice as she arranged herself so she hovered slightly above his face facing his feet. "I'm watching, making sure it stays up," she told him and then giggled.

His tongue dragged through the parting skin from back to front and across the swollen clit. 

"Ah-h," she wailed and shivered. "Again," she begged as she dropped along his chest and licked his waiting cock. It wiggled and bounced against her tongue as she lightly dragged her tongue towards the head. "Haven't seen anything so nice ... for a while," she murmured as she studied the color of the head. "Ah-h," she moaned as his tongue again reached her clit. Back and forth, they each rubbed their tongues over the needed places and making the sounds that let the other know how good it felt. 

"In or out?" he questioned. 

"Yeah, I can tell," she replied, her mouth soon covering the quivering shaft to catch the rushing fluid. The excess dribbled from the corner of her mouth and her lips touched the far end before sliding slowly back up and away.

Lying on her stomach, the left side of her face resting on her folded hands, Natalie lifted and wiggled her hips. "Got anything left?" The hips wiggled again and he did not miss the offer. She could feel him lifting her hips and begin to enter. "The pussy," she yelped and he repositioned himself. "Better," she cooed as he filled her from the rear. 

"Do you need some dishes to wash?" he teased. 

"You and Dad, brothers to a tee," she kidded. "Did you and Mom ever...." She paused to savor the next thrust and the one after it. 

"Yeah," he groaned. "He did Alice too." 

She arched her back slightly more letting him fill her more completely. "Mom's sister? Who'd ever thought?" He slammed hard against her hips. "Oh-h, yeah-h." She wiggled her hips slightly and squeezed. 

"She was good, not as good as your Mom." She could feel the pulsing and then the firm streams hitting far inside her. "Almost done," he groaned. 

"Me too," she said in a deep groan that matched his.

With her clothes bundled under her arm, she leaned against the warm fender of her truck. A foot rested on the bumper. "Did Mom and Alice ever ... nah, I doubt it." Her head swung side to side. 

"Actually...." he began, but didn't finish knowing she got the drift of his thought. 

Natalie continued moving her head, "Wow, I can almost see them." 

He watched her knee sway slightly as her leg exposed herself and then covered herself. "Damn, did you drive all this way for a single roll in the grass? You're driving me crazy standing there like that." Equally as undressed as her, he rubbed his hand along the top of his shaft. "I've got some dishes to wash," he teased. She followed him into the house.

--

Natalie leaned against the frame of the back porch screen door and looked towards the small pond. The day was warm as she relived both the visit with her uncle and the last visit from her father. She flipped her long brown hair and twisted it around her hand. The only thing she wore were her black stiletto high heels, after all, there were no neighbors to see her. The other hand alternated between twisting a nipple and rolling her clit between the thumb and forefinger. An occasional moan escaped her lips from the idle play. She ignored the ringing phone and strolled away from the house letting the rays of the sun warm her tanned skin. A finger or two danced between her thighs every few steps.

The small pier extended past the bank of the pond and she carried her stilettos rather than risk having the heels stick between the planks. The soft patter of her bare feet was the only sound. First standing at the end, and then sitting, and then reclining, she watched nothing in particular. She resumed the strumming of the parts between her legs. The roar of the Indian soon interrupted gentle moans floating across the pond.

By the time he joined her on the pier, her father was undressed. "How was your visit with Mark?" 

His hand slipped along the inside of her thigh as her legs began to part. The first finger grazed tender places and she gasped before a soft moan. "My fingers have been there quite a bit this morning," she offered spreading her thighs even more. 

"We don't have...."

Before he finished, she pressed his hand firmly against her. She groaned, "Oh yes ... we do. I am never too sore for my Daddy."

They strolled away from the pond towards a shady patch of grass under several trees. He held her hand and she carried her stilettos. "I thought about you while ... ah, I was with Uncle Mark." 

He paused and pulled her close for a deep kiss. His erection pressed between her thighs and rubbed against places his fingers had just been. 

"Horny devil," she teased as she wiggled until he rested just inside her. "Daddy, Daddy...."

His tongue played with hers. His hand rested atop a nipple and massaged the breast in large circles. "I never get enough of you." 

She pulled him towards the shade and then onto the grass. "I might need to go back to see him." She settled her father between her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He filled her with no struggle. "Ah-h, go Daddy." Her hips lift slightly and he reentered again ... and again.

Finished, she rolled him over and cleaned the lingering erection with her lips. "I love the taste of myself on your cock. How did-d I get so lucky? Stay a while today." 

He watched her mouth again fill with him. "Can't," he tersely replied. "Your Mom has plans for me." Her mouth filled with him repeatedly.

She glanced towards his face and a frown formed. "Oh-h-h. Please stay."

Again as before, and as she knew she would in the future, she stood naked in the back of the house and watched the Indian roar along the rutted drive, around the slight bend near the oak, and silence swept over her. "Still a good fuck," she murmured aloud as she reached for the rusted handle of the screen door. "Maybe I will-l-l go visit Uncle Mark again soon. What would it be like to be with both of them? Maybe a family reunion."

--

Spring progressed towards summer. Natalie finished writing her seventh book and sent the manuscript to the publisher for editing. It was Memorial Day weekend and her mother, and her mother's sister Alice, offered to bring a bucket of chicken and some beer over to celebrate while her father rode his Indian with fellow bikers. 

They sat in the shade of the oak tree with the remains of the picnic scattered about them. As the effects of the beer began to relax each woman, they enjoyed the soft breeze off the pond. Alice's head lay in her sister's lap. Gloria ran her fingers though Alice's hair while Natalie reclined with one leg bent slightly at the knee revealing more of her body than she might have realized.

"Is it another pulse racing novel?" Gloria asked. 

"Tell us about the story," Alice said watching Natalie's knee waver as it continued to expose tender places. 

"Yeah-h," Gloria added. 

Though she had always like both women, today Natalie found she enjoyed their company even more. Her hand stroked her upper thigh casually. "This one is about a family that is much closer than most families." Natalie could feel the growing excitement at the top of her thigh as she merely thought about the story and whom she was telling about it. 

"Do you mean like you and your father?" Gloria said unexpectedly with a smile. "It's alright." Gloria's hand rested over Alice's chest and a finger played over a nipple. Natalie watched for a few minutes in silence. 

"We've all enjoyed each other over the years," Alice said letting one knee rise and then fall to the side, her skirt uncovering places uncovered by undergarments. 

"Look at you," Gloria whispered as she noticed.

"Who was your favorite lover?" Natalie asked no one in particular. 

Gloria leaned down and kissed Alice several times lightly on the lips. As she sat back up and leaned back on one hand, she glanced at Natalie. "They were all my favorite ... but Alice was my first," she softly said looking again at Alice. 

"Our father came next," Alice said as she continued to lay in Gloria's lap, the skin between her thighs still exposed, her hand now casually caressing places exposed. "It feels good to talk about it ... at last." She paused. "To have it out in the open." The wind caught Alice's skirt and flipped it up even more. No one moved it back. 

Gloria's fingers slithered beside a button in Alice's blouse and inside found the bare skin of the breast she had been playing with. "Did you have fun with Uncle Mark?" she asked.

"I guess there are no secrets," Natalie joked and then laughed. "Yeah-h, he and Dad are both really good. Maybe he's not a good as Dad." She giggled as she thought about what she was saying to her Mom. Her index fingertip pulled against the folds of skin between her thighs and her mouth fell slightly open to let a gasp escape. Alice's finger diddled in similar places and a silent moan flowed. 

"Yup, no secrets," Gloria roared and then laughter erupted from the three women. 



Dishes



It was a Thursday, and my classes had been cancelled because of all the snow. He thought that he would get out of work, so we had planned to lay in bed and watch movies all day, but when he called his boss early that morning he had found out that he was still required to go in, and he had been griping about it all day. He grumbled through his morning routine, and he had even been sending me text messages to remind me what a bitch I was for getting to lay in bed all day without him.

The truth was, I had not spent the day in bed. I had actually gotten up soon after he left; I knew he was miserable, so I thought maybe I would try to clean up around the house a bit, and then spoil him with kisses and affection when he got home. Unfortunately, I had been on the phone with a friend of mine, who was always having one crisis or another, and was a bit behind. 

As a result, I found myself scrubbing all the dishes in the sink, trying to beat the clock before he got home so that I would still have a chance to light some candles for the bath I was going to give him. I checked the time… "Fifteen minutes," I mumbled under my breath. Fortunately, I was already pretty much dressed for his homecoming- I had on little lacy black boyshort underwear and stilettos on my feet. Although I had initially debated wearing a bra to match, I decided against it- my breasts were a bit swollen as of late, and they were so full that I thought he would like me better without one. I had shaved myself clean in the shower that morning, straightened my long, dark hair out, and put on just enough make-up to bring out the shape of my eyes. I had thrown on a little house dress so that I would not get dirty from all the dusting and cleaning I had been doing all day, but I intended to take it off as soon as I heard his car in the driveway.

Unfortunately, I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not even hear him come in the door. I was scratching my left calf with my right foot when suddenly I felt a set of strong hands on my waist and a kiss on my neck. I froze. The cold on his hands bit through my thin dress and the warmth of his tongue on my skin shot through my body. "Oh…" I half-sighed. "You're home. I…" but he put his finger up to my lips, and I took it into my mouth, warming it, sucking on it. 

"Hey, Princess," he said quietly. At the sound of my pet name, I instantly melted and sucked harder on his finger, rubbing my tongue ring against it. His hand rose up to my breasts, fondling them, the cold making my nipples instantly hard. I moaned out, releasing his finger, and threw my head back against his shoulder. I reached my hand back to grab at his manhood, which I realized was already bulging through his pants. He gripped me tighter, closer, so that my shoulders were against his chest and my ass was against his hips. My back was arched, and he moved one hand down my stretched-out stomach, down to where my dress ended. He continued to bite at my neck as I unclasped the button on his pants, pulled down the zipper, and reaching behind me, put my hand around him. I could feel him pulsing with excitement. It turned me on and my breathing instantly became more audible. So did his.

He pulled my dress up slightly, reached a finger into my lace, and ran it up and down my slit. I hadn't realized how wet I was, but at the same time, I was not surprised that he excited me this much. Taking the initiative, I moved him away from my dripping, throbbing pussy and played with it myself, rubbing my clit lightly and inserting first one finger, and then a second, into my opening. Once I felt they were wet enough, I reached back behind me and began once again to stroke him, running my hand up and down the length of his cock. He moaned a bit and his fingers clenched into my stomach before he resumed his place between my legs. I was on fire, and when he put his hand on my shoulder blades to push me over the sink, I was only too happy to oblige. He swiftly moved the small black fabric aside and penetrated me with his entire length, making me cry out in pleasure. He was huge, and my small, tight pussy fit him like a glove, clamping against him, begging him not to leave. He stroked in and out of me, fondling my breasts again, pinching and squeezing and pulling at my nipples, and as my knees went weak I held onto the counter top for dear life, moaning his name, pleading with him to take me, telling him that I was his. His movements became harder and harder, and he knew I was about to come when he pulled out of me completely. 

"Stand up," he commanded me.

"I can't… I… oh…" 

"Stand up," he repeated, a bit more firmly. 

I mustered everything I could and finally stood, albeit a bit wobbly. He reached to the bottom of the dress again, and this time pulled it up, over my head, and threw it to the ground. The feel of the air hitting my heavy breasts turned me on even more, and the feel of his hands against my skin was unlike anything I can describe. 

He turned me around so that I was facing him. "Did you have fun in bed today?" he asked.

"I didn't stay in bed… " I began, not wanting to take this time to go into the details of our day. "I was trying to make everything nice for you. I wanted to…"

"Well," he stopped me, reaching down to pet my bald pussy, "I would say you made everything wonderful for me." With this he picked me up, sitting me on the ledge of the sink, and began biting and kissing into my neck. I unbuttoned his shirt, my hands frantic to feel his skin on mine. I threw my head back and clawed into his strong shoulders, moaning loudly, wrapping my legs around his body.

"Please," I begged. "Please… don't tease me. I'm so hot… please just take me."

He laughed at this, nibbled on my earlobe so that the warm breath tickled, turning me on even more. 

"Please," I said again. I reached down and grabbed his huge cock, still soaked with all of my fluids, and stroked it up and down. "Don't you want to be inside of me?" I whispered in his ear, my bottom lip grazing his lobe. "Don't you want to make me yours?"

"You are mine. And I will play with you however I so choose."

Hearing this, my competitive nature took over, and I fought off the pleasure I was feeling. I jumped down off the counter and onto my knees, kissing his stomach as I lowered his pants to the floor. He was still stepping out of them when I took his head into my mouth, rubbing my tongue around it, pushing my ring against his frenulum. I could taste myself on him, and I had no idea how good that could be. He grabbed onto the countertop this time, bracing himself as I slowly took him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I was about halfway down when I began to concentrate on his head again, and then suddenly, I plunged him into me, all the way into my throat, running my tongue against his balls and holding his ass with my hands. He moaned quietly, looking upward, and then took a hand and tangled it into my hair, pulling it slightly. This made me moan as I slid him in and out of my mouth, and the vibrations made him pulse in my mouth. I zealously sucked at him, and his hands frantically alternated between holding onto the counter and twisting into my hair. 

"Oh, God…" he sighed quietly. "Oh, God… Princess…"

I looked up at him, grinning devilishly. "What's the matter, baby boy? Didn't think that a princess could do something like this? I want to make you come."

"Ohh…" he moaned again as I continued to suck him like a lollipop. A very big lollipop. Perhaps more like a popsicle.

"Come for me," I beckoned him, squeezing harder into his firm behind. "Come for me."

That was all he needed, and next thing I knew, I could feel his warm fluids sliding down my throat. I continued to suck on him, licking his balls, moaning. I could feel my own juices on my legs, dripping down my thighs, and I reached one hand down to my slit, running my fingers back and forth across it, playing with my clit.

He pulled himself out of my mouth, and I looked up at him innocently. "What's wrong? Was I not doing it right?" I asked him in the sweetest voice I could muster.

He grabbed me under my arms and stood me up. "What were you doing down there?" he asked me.

"I was trying to make you happy," I said, giving him a pout that we both knew was fake. "I guess I need more practice," I declared, and started to lower myself again.

He grabbed me and held me up. "What were you doing to yourself?" he specified, sliding my lace off me and onto the floor.

"Oh. Uhm…"

"I want to see. Show me."

I instantly got shy. "You mean… what?"

He swept his arm across the counter top, sending some things skidding aside and others flying toward the ground, and then picked me up and sat me in the freshly-cleared space. "Show me," he repeated, grabbing one of my legs and spreading it out beside me, still wearing the stilettos I had put on earlier.

"I… okay," I agreed nervously. I had never been in the limelight while pleasuring myself, but I was ready to try whatever he asked of me. After all, he had had a long day at work. I propped my other leg up so that I was spread open and completely visible. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, still a bit unsure of myself.

"I want you to let me watch. Pretend I'm not here. We already know you can make me come… now I want to see you do it to yourself." His dark eyes stared into mine, and I kept my gaze locked on him as I raised my hand up to my pussy. 

"Oh," I moaned instantly, turned on even more somehow by my own wetness. I slid my fingers up and down my slit again, and then rubbed at my clit. Slowly at first, but then slowly picking up speed, I threw my head back and sat up rigidly. I only had one hand to work with as the other supported my position, but I did everything I could with that one hand, occasionally slipping two fingers into my open pussy, spreading my lips so that I gave him a good view. I continued to moan. I could feel my juices sliding down to my ass, and when the heater kicked on I jumped at the sensation of it. I continued alternating between rubbing my clit and fucking my pussy, and then I got another idea. 

I raised my head and caught his gaze, and then I laughed in a sort of drunken pleasure, almost teasingly, and slid one finger into my ass while I kept two in my pussy. "Oh… " I moaned. I only lasted for a few minutes before I went back to rubbing my clit frantically. "I'm going to come," I declared, rubbing harder and faster. "Going to come," I repeated. My eyes were closed and my head was thrown back, so I did not even see him approaching me. Suddenly, I felt him plunge two fingers deep inside of me, and that was all I need to be pushed over the edge. My muscles clamped around him as I screamed, the orgasm convulsing through my entire body, lasting about a minute before it started to subside. I leaned my head against him, exhausted from the force of the whole thing.

"Oh, no," he said quietly into my ear. "We're not done yet." And with his fingers still moving inside of me, he wrapped an arm around me and threw me over his shoulder. 

"Baby, but… oh, God," I whimpered. "I don't think I can…"

"Shh," he commanded as he took me up the stairs, still finger fucking me.

Somehow we got all the way to the bedroom, where he threw me swiftly onto the bed.

"I didn't know that a princess could be such a whore," he said to me quietly. "Where did you learn to do all that?"

"It's all for you," I said meekly, still regaining strength.

"Good girl," he said to me, positioning his body above mine. "I'm actually feeling a bit hungry. I was thinking you should provide me with something to eat."

"No," I argued weakly. "I can't." I tried to sit up, but my reactions were slow and he was still hovering above me. He clasped a chain to one wrist, and then the other, and although I tried to fight, I knew I had no chance. "Baby… I can't… honey…"

"You don't have to," he answered. "I'm going to."

He proceeded to chain my ankles, and I found myself spread open with no way to argue. He kissed my face, my eyes, my cheeks, my lips, and made his way down my body slowly. As much as my voice argued, my body didn't; it was working, and I wanted him again. He nibbled gently at my nipples, scratched lightly down my rib cage, kissed down my stomach, made his way down to my protruding hip bones, and then down, down, slowly, until he reached my mound, which was already more soaked than I knew was possible. He kissed gently down to my slit, and then his tongue crept out and touched my clit. I jumped and cried out in pleasure and shock, and he grinned and latched onto my sensitive nub, flicking at it with his tongue. I had been with plenty of women before, but none of them compared to what he could do- and what he was doing. His tongue was soft and firm, and he would periodically lap at my slit, slide his tongue inside of me, and then continue at my clit again.

My body writhed in pleasure; I wanted him inside of me so badly! I moaned and called out his name, and at this he would laugh quietly, pushing air onto my wetness, turning me on more and making me call out even more loudly.

My body began to stiffen; I was on the verge of another Earth-shattering orgasm and he sensed it. "Not yet," he told me, and stopped.

"Ooh," I moaned, my hips grinding against the air, trying to get him back. 

"Not yet."

He leaned back down, blowing on my wet pussy, making me jump and grind even more. He slid up my body, grabbed at my nipples with his hands and mouth, and then kissed me, softly, gently, and then a bit harder, teasing me; he took my bottom lip lightly in his teeth, then kissed me again. His lips were soft, sweet. His tongue was imploring mine. He was rubbing his hands down my sides, and at that moment, I wanted nothing but his kiss.

But the kiss ended too soon, and before I knew what hit me, he positioned himself between my legs. "Are you ready?" he asked softly.

I nodded. I was born ready for this- for him.

Then, he plunged into me, filling me, penetrating my deepest being. I called out in pleasure, I screamed his name, I begged him not to stop, I told him I was all his. He kept his rhythm steady at first; I wanted to reach up and hold him, but I was bound; instead, I held onto the bedposts with all I could as he moved in and out of me, throwing my head back. He occasionally leaned his body against mine, my breasts moving up and down against his chest when he did. I would try to touch him, try to kiss his neck, try to nip at his ear, but he would always look at me, smile, kiss my forehead, and move out of my range of motion. He gradually got faster, rubbing his body against mine, in and out, as my moaning got louder and louder. He reached up and grabbed my nipple, twisting it, and I arched my back in a mix of pleasure and pain. My muscles began to stiffen once again.

"Now?" I half-asked, half-begged. "Please? Now?"

"Almost," he replied, speeding up; but I could already feel his quads tightening against my legs. He continued to speed up, and I did everything I could to push off the inevitable just a moment longer. 

Just when I thought I could not hold on any longer, he moaned out the greatest word I have ever heard: "Now."

I exploded into climax, and I could feel his hot liquids filling me to the brim. My pussy clamped around his cock, trying to pump every last drop of cum out of him, my hips grinding against him, not wanting him to stop. 

After a minute or so, he collapsed on top of me, and we both breathed in heavily, worn out. Another few minutes passed, and I asked him to untie me, to let me hold him until he fell asleep.

He sat up and looked at me like I was crazy. "Stop? What do you mean, stop? We're not done yet!"

I looked at him incredulously. "You can't be serious! I don't know how much more my pussy can handle!"

"I don't think that is gonna be an issue," he promised me. I was instantly scared. Could he mean…?

And he did. "I noticed something when you were on the counter top. You just get so excited, that you get wet everywhere." At this he ran his finger down my slit, and to my ass. "And I mean, everywhere."  With that, he pushed his finger into my behind, slowly, circling it, opening it up, pushing it deeper. I froze up. It felt incredible, unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was a new sensation, and it somehow evaded the feeling of sensitivity that I had already while building on it all the while. "You're all wet," he whispered, although I already knew. Before I knew it, I was grinding against his hand, taking his finger in a lot more easily than I ever could have guessed possible. 

"Are you ready?" he asked. The truth was, I did not know if I was ready. The difference between the size of his finger and the size of his masculinity was a great one, and I was a bit scared. Here is something new, I thought to myself as I nodded. Go for it, I thought. I am all yours. I have always been all yours.

With my approval, he reached up to clasp one of my hands in one of his. The other hand he used to guide himself, first into my still-wet pussy for lubrication, and then he had his head pressed against my ass again. I could feel it, and much to my surprise, I found myself trying to grind my body down, into him, to feel him inside of me.

Suddenly I felt him break through my tight opening, just his head at first, and I screamed and writhed in an odd mixture of pleasure and pain. "Ay!" I yelled out, my eyes opening widely as if I had just seen something I had never seen before. He paused for a second, taking in my expression, making sure I was okay. 

I was more than okay, and as soon as I had adapted to the new feeling, I began to slowly grind my hips down, taking him further and deeper into regions of myself that I had never before known.

It did not take long, only a couple of minutes, and his entire length was inside of me, grinding slowly. His face looked like pure pleasure, and I could feel the muscles in his stomach shaking with tension. My stomach tensed up, too, and I sucked it into myself without any real intention to do so- it was simply a reaction to the new sensations. What I did not realize was that my simple, unconscious act of pulling in my stomach had actually made my insides even smaller and tighter. He let go of my hand, threw his head back, pumped a bit harder into me. 

"Let me go," I begged him. "Unchain my hands."

I do not know if he was trying to make me happy or if he was not in the state of mind to argue, but he lifted a hand and swiftly and easily removed me from my restraints. It was all that I needed, and I threw my arms around his body, feeling his strong shoulders, his gorgeous back, scratching into him, leaning myself up slightly to his ear: "Harder," I commanded breathily. 

Let it be known that the boy could apparently take orders as well as he could give them, and he began stroking forcefully into me. It was intense and beautiful somehow, dirty and yet completely desirable, as if I had never really known the definition of the word "fulfilled" until this very moment.

He sat up slightly, and I asked, "Can I play with my clit again?"

He nodded emphatically, and I put two of my fingers into his mouth. He sucked them between his groans. Before I slid them down to my clit, I asked him, "Are you ready?"

"I am ready for you, Princess," he replied. It was all the encouragement I needed.

I rubbed my wet fingers along my slit, and then frantically rubbed at my clit, as my other arm stayed wrapped around him, holding him, wanting to never leave the position where he was so close to me. He stroked his long, hard cock into my virgin ass, successfully filling the last orifice on my body. I called his name, I begged him not to stop, and I played with my clit all at the same time.




Dishes



"Come in me?" I asked weakly, unable to muster up much more strength.

"I will," he promised.

"No!" I exclaimed, suddenly overcome with some latent energy. "I am going to come… I need you to come in me. Now."

"I will."

"Now!" I screamed, my orgasm rushing through my body once more. 

He moaned, screamed out my name. My body convulsed, and I screamed his. I wanted to take him deeper, I wanted to have him out, I was so over-run with emotions that I did not know what I wanted. It did not matter- my legs were still bound and my arms were wrapped around him, my nails tearing into his skin, and I did not have the strength to move at all. He filled me with his come, overflowing my tight opening until I could feel it dripping out. 

"Take me," I told him. "Take me. I'm yours."

With this he reached beneath me, wrapped his arms around me, and leaned even closer into my body.

"I'm yours," he repeated to me, his orgasm subsiding and the aftershock taking over. "I will always be yours."

At this, he collapsed finally into my arms. I held him tightly, as if for dear life, as if it could make the room stop spinning.

"Princess," he whispered, barely audible. "Princess… 'tis you."



Dishonour Thy Mother



Inspired by Ricky

It was about 11 am on a Monday morning during my summer break from school, when I entered my house, slammed the door shut, and strode upstairs in a petulant and angry mood. I ignored the friendly voice of my Mum calling me from the kitchen, entered my room, stripped down to my jockey shorts, and climbed into bed and tried to forget about that last, humiliating hour.

After about a minute or so, I heard a knock at my door and Mum's concerned voice asking if I was OK. I turned away from the door and faced the wall by my bed, and told her that I wanted to be alone. Like all parents, Mum somehow interpreted this desire for isolation as an invitation to come in. 

I felt her sit down at the edge of the bed beside me, and then she started to run her fingers through my hair and asked if she could help. When I remained silent, Mum asked if I'd fallen out with my best friend, Jimmy, last night. Since this did not gain a response, she announced triumphantly that she must be right. Just to get rid of her, I said that I hadn't fallen out with Jimmy, in fact I hadn't even stayed at his place last night. Mum pressed me further and, angrily, I told her that I had spent the night with a girl whose parents were away for the week. Mum went silent for a while and I guessed that she was hurt at the lie I'd told her yesterday about my plans for that evening. She finally spoke and said that she hoped I'd been careful. I laughed at that and said I'd taken the best possible precaution; I couldn't do it.

Mum began to inquire further and I told her to let it drop, as I felt uncomfortable talking to her about such matters. She said that anything between us would always be in the strictest confidence and that she might be able to help. When I still maintained a silence she asked if I would like to speak to Dad about it. That got my attention, as she knew it would, and I turned around, sat up and begged her not to say anything to him. Mum was fully aware of the recent rivalry that had developed between Dad and I, and he would surely humiliate me for months if he got to know about this.

Now that she had my attention, Mum said that all men have a problem getting stimulated at one time or another, and that it really wasn't anything to worry about, it was just nerves. I explained to her that I couldn't do it last night because I'd had too many beers. Mum gave me a scolding look, as I know she doesn't like me drinking. Then I went on to explain how I'd woken up this morning, really turned on, but that when I'd tried to make love to the girl, who was still half asleep, I couldn't get it in her. Mum gave a knowing, aaahhhhhh, and told me to stay where I was and she'd be back in a minute.

When she returned to her place on the bed beside me, I could see she was holding a lipstick in her hand, but had none on her lips. I wondered what it was all about. Then, Mum said that she had an educational game for us to play. She explained that she wanted me to use my thumb to try to force her lips apart. She said that she would resist my attempt, but not to any great degree. So, having pursed her full, round lips together, Mum invited me to have a go. I placed my right thumb on the join of her lips, and, announcing that this would be easy, tried to get it in her mouth. I struggled for about a minute to no avail. Eventually, having failed in my task, Mum stood up triumphantly, and walked over to the full length mirror that hung on the back of the bedroom door.

I watched Mum as she pouted her lips and applied a thick layer of crimson gloss to them. I saw Mum lick her lips slowly, before applying a second coat. My eyes went down her body. My mum is just like any other mum that you'd see in a supermarket or at the bingo or out with their husband at the movies. She's on the wrong side of forty, attractive but not beautiful, and the slim figure of her youth is now more rounded and curvaceous. But as I looked at her now from behind, the split in the back of her knee length skirt showing a bit of inner thigh, her calf muscles taut as she stood with legs slightly apart in a pair of black high heel pumps, I realised that I had a raging hardon and a huge desire to fuck her.

Mum came back to my bed and took her seat next to me. Suddenly, I was desperate to let her see the erection I had straining against my shorts. I guess it's the same feeling that flashers have when they expose themselves to strangers in the park. Mum was no stranger to me, of course, but it's the same idea of having somebody see those parts of you that they shouldn't. Mum said that for the second part of the game she wanted me to try the same thing again, but to see what happened now that she was wearing lipstick. In order that I could stand up in front of her, I made the excuse that I couldn't get enough leverage in this seated position.

Just before I got up, I wondered what Mum would do when she saw it. Would she become embarrassed and walk out, threatening to tell Dad? Would she even bother to glance at it? I couldn't wait to find out, so I threw back the bed sheets and stood up in front of her. I put my hands on my hips as nonchalantly as possible, as my dick strained to break free from its flimsy white cotton prison. I watched Mum's eyes as her gaze wandered down from my face to my pulsating weapon, not more than a foot in front of her. I had wondered whether she would even give it a glance, but here was my Mum, sitting on the bed, brazenly staring at her son's crotch. After a few seconds, I saw Mum's jaw drop and her lips parted. Whilst she stared at my enclosed penis, I took hold of the back of her head with my left hand, and inserted the middle three fingers of my right hand into her mouth and began to move them in and out, imagining that it was my dick. As Mum's tongue sensuously licked them, I guessed that she was thinking the same thing too.

I finger fucked Mum's mouth like this for about a minute before she came back to her senses and took hold of my hand and withdrew my digits. Still staring at my dick, Mum said she hoped I'd realised that the lubrication that the lipstick had given to her lips, had made entry that much easier. Standing in front of Mum, I said that I was still confused and asked her to elaborate. Mum tried to keep her eyes on mine, but every now and then I'd see her take more than a quick peek at my manhood. Maaaaaann, I was loving this. This was my own Mum, in my bedroom, sitting on my bed, looking at my bulge. Mum went on to explain that a man has to get a woman aroused before he can enter her easily, and that this is called foreplay or heavy petting. I asked her what kind of things could a man do to turn a girl on. Mum said that different things appealed to different people. I took a chance and asked Mum what turned her on most.

Mum blushed and said that that was none of my business. I returned fire by pointing out her earlier claim that this would remain confidential and also that she had offered to help me any way she could. Mum had no argument for that. So, defeated, she quietly said that she loves it when Dad stands behind her, and gently brushes her neck and shoulders with his lips. 

Mum then stood up and said that she had to get back downstairs. I was now eager that she should see my dick for real and not just as a throbbing bulge in my shorts, so I blurted out that I had another problem. Mum asked what it was, and I said that the girl I was with last night had said that I had something wrong with my penis and had started laughing when she saw it. I asked Mum if she'd take a look at it for me. Mum became all flustered and said that it wouldn't be proper for a mother to look at her son in that way. I reminded her of her promise to help me out with my problems. Mum re-iterated that she didn't have time right now. So, before she left my room, I suggested that she look at it some other time, and Mum, just to get rid of me, agreed. I didn't press the matter any further; time was on my side. 

I patiently bided my time, waiting for the right moment to push Mum even further. That opportunity came on Friday morning. I woke up early, at around seven o'clock, and had a shower. As I left the bathroom, about fifteen minutes later, I could hear Mum and Dad talking downstairs in the kitchen. I lay naked on the bed and, at about seven forty-five, heard Dad say goodbye as he left for work. Mum and I were now alone in the house, and I knew that she'd be doing her chores in the kitchen until at least nine o'clock. 

At last, my waiting was over, as I heard the sound of a ladder fall against the wall outside my bedroom window. Every week, we get this fellow around to clean all of the windows of the house, and his presence was crucial to my plan. I saw his silhouette through the curtains, and after he'd finished with mine, heard him slide down the ladder and begin to clean the windows at the front of the house. I covered my nakedness with a toweling robe and went to peek at the cleaner through the curtains. My timing had to be perfect if this was going to work. When I judged him to be within a couple of minutes of finishing the front of the house, before going around the back, I went quickly downstairs.

As I entered the kitchen, I exchanged greetings with Mum who was standing with her back to me at the sink. She said she'd fix me some breakfast just as soon as she'd finished cleaning Dad's plate. I said that I wasn't that hungry and went and stood beside her. Taking a deep breath, I asked Mum if she'd take a look at my penis, as she had promised to do the other day. Mum flushed and said that she didn't think it was right. Once again I reminded her of the promise that she had made to me about helping me out in all matters sexual. At that point, I heard the sound of the window cleaner coming along the side of the house towards the kitchen. With impeccable timing, I said to Mum that it wouldn't take too long, and that I could show her right here and now. With that, I began to undo the robe I was wearing. Just as I had hoped, Mum, panicked by the thought of the cleaning guy witnessing her staring at her son's naked body, agreed that she'd look at it, but not here. She told me to go up to my room, close the curtains and that she'd be up in ten minutes.

As I was about to leave the kitchen, Mum opened the door to the window cleaner and began to talk to him. Whilst she was distracted, I went to the freezer and placed a packet of frozen peas in the pocket of my robe, and then dashed upstairs. I lay on the bed with the peas covering my crotch. I didn't want to have an erection when I first presented myself to Mum, and coldness is the best thing I know of keeping a dick flaccid.

I must have looked at the clock on my dresser at least twice every minute that I waited. I had butterflies of excitement at the thought of exposing myself to Mum in such a bold fashion. After fifteen minutes had elapsed, and I had begun to think that Mum had backed out of our deal, I heard her soft footfalls on the landing outside my room. She knocked quietly on the door, no doubt hoping that I wouldn't hear her. I ditched the peas under the wardrobe, and my trembling legs somehow carried me to the door and, opening it, I asked Mum to go and sit on the bed. 

Mum sat down and I went and stood about a foot in front of her. This was it. This was when I was actually going to strip naked for my own Mum. Slowly, I undid the cord holding my robe together. As it came undone, and my robe parted, I let it fall to the floor around my feet. Mum's gaze casually left my eyes and went to my groin. 

My dick twitched at her first glance of it. She remarked that it looked alright to her and tried to get up to leave. I kept her seated and explained that it only looked funny when I had an erection. With a lump in my throat and tremor in my voice, I said that, if she didn't have much time, it would be quicker if she got me hard. Mum replied that I must be joking. This was just what I had expected, so I asked if she could at least give me some encouragement. Mum asked what I meant, and so I told her that if I was going to have to pull myself to full size, then it would help me if I had something sexy to look at. She inquired further, and I asked her if she would undo her blouse for me. Mum shook her head at first, but when I pointed out that it's only what I see when she sunbathes in the back yard in her little white bikini, I could see that she was coming around. I have learned with Mum that a little pushing pays dividends, so, while she was pondering on the idea, I bent down and began to undo the top button of her blouse. Just as I had hoped, Mum pushed my hands away and said that she was quite capable of undressing herself. She then proceeded to undo her blouse completely, and then pulled it open for me to stare at her glorious bosom.

I had been through Mum's lingerie drawer the day before and I knew that her bra size was a 36D. Now I knew exactly what that meant. Her lovely ripe, juicy breasts hung and swayed in her pretty white lace bra like two fat melons. Their milky whiteness contrasted with the rest of her tanned body and made them look even bigger. I watched Mum's eyes as they watched my right hand move to my, ever hardening, prick. Slowly, I pulled back the foreskin and rubbed my shaft with precum until it glistened. I began to jerk myself off. I was close enough to be able to open Mum's mouth and feed my rod to her, but I knew that I had to be patient. As my dick grew ever longer, and my hand speed increased, I saw Mum's fists clench at the bed sheets, and I knew that she, too, was excited. I suppose that some people reading this will have tried the old trick of laying naked on top of the bed, pretending to be asleep, and hoping that their mum or sister or aunt or grandmother would walk in and sneak a peek at them. Well, you can imagine how I felt at this point in time; wanking not a foot away from my own mother's face.

After about two or three minutes I was so excited that to go any further would see me cumming all over mum's breasts. So I stopped pulling myself and asked Mum what she thought of my penis. Mum had been slowly squirming her legs together as I had wanked in front of her, and now, as she spoke, her deeper than normal, husky voice betrayed her arousal. Mum said that it still looked perfectly healthy to her. I pointed out that it was curved upwards like a banana, and asked if this was normal and would it mean that I couldn't give pleasure to a woman. Mum said that, if anything, its shape meant that I could make a woman climax very quickly. When I asked her to explain further, she said that, because it was bent, every inward thrust into the vagina would cause it to brush against the clitoris, ensuring that the woman received maximum stimulation. I played dumb and asked what a clitoris was. Mum explained it to me and I remarked that she seemed to know an awful lot about curved dicks. She blushed like a schoolgirl and admitted to me that I had inherited a penis similar to Dad's. 

I asked Mum the most natural question that I think anyone would have asked; was Dad's penis bigger than mine? She refused to answer at first, but when I had convinced her of how important it was for me to know, she announced that mine looked to be about an inch or two longer than his. With that knowledge, it felt as though my dick had become even bigger. I pressed Mum to tell me whether it was fatter as well. When she said she couldn't tell, it gave me an idea. I inquired as to whether she could remember whether her thumb and forefinger could meet around the base of Dad's tool. Mum was reluctant to tell me at first, but finally she nodded. Feeling like I wanted to ram my dick between her lips, I said that I wanted her to do the same test to me. Mum flatly refused and said that there was no way she was going to touch me, it just wouldn't be right and that we had already gone too far. I pleaded with her to do just this for me and told her how important it would be for my confidence. I could see her beginning to consider it, so, to help her along, I got hold of her right hand and brought it close to my throbbing shaft.

I will never, ever forget that first time Mum touched my penis. It has given me more wanking sessions than anything else, before or since. It was almost like slow motion as I saw Mum form a circle out of her thumb and finger and slip it over my purple helmet. Slowly, she let her hand move down my shaft. I saw my precum cover her fingers during their descent. About two inches before she got to my root, her hands stopped, to go further would see her thumb parting from her finger. We both knew it; my dick was fatter than Dad's too. I looked down at Mum's eyes as she looked into mine and, with a tremor in my voice, asked her to finish me off. Mum said nothing but just shook her head from side to side. She was still holding onto my shaft though, so in her vice like grip, I began to thrust my hips back and forth. Mum went to let go but I held her hand to my dick to prevent that from happening. Unbelievably, Mum said that if I was to lie on the bed, then she would do it for me.

I leaned up on my elbows to get a good look as Mum's right hand got to work on my prick. Her gorgeous tits swung in their lacy cradle and she licked her lips as her hand went ever faster along the length of my shaft. What a sight it was. I knew it wouldn't take long for me to explode. I soon felt my balls start to tighten and ordered Mum to go faster. Eventually, all of my white muck just oozed out over my belly and over Mum's fingers. 

Mum came back from the dresser with some paper tissues in her hand. She cleaned me off before seeing to herself. As I recovered my breathing, I told Mum that that had been the best wank anyone had ever given me. Mum smiled and thanked me and got up to leave, pulling her blouse together as she rose from the bed. 

I stood up too, and took hold of Mum's shoulders from behind. I said softly that I wanted to do something to please her in return. Before she could complain, I bent my head to Mum's neck and began to brush my lips along it. It was long and slim and I flicked my tongue out and tasted Mum's delicate perfume that I had smelled so often before. Mum made an attempt at telling me to stop, as this was almost incest and that it was wrong. I knew it was a half-hearted plea, when she craned her neck to allow my lips to gently stroke along her chin. Mum raised a slight objection again when I tried to remove her blouse. But when I said that I just wanted to caress her shoulders, she let me take it off her easy enough. I loved licking and gently biting at Mum's soft skin as my hands roamed up and down her arms. As I let the bra straps slip off her shoulders, I heard Mum let out a soft groan. My dick was growing again and I looked down to see it pushing against Mum's skin, making her wet where it touched. Slowly, I let my hands move to the clasp at the back of Mum's bra.

'No, Ricky, you mustn't'. Mum said without conviction.

I put my tongue in her ear and her objection melted away. As I fumbled to get the bra undone, I remember thinking that I was about three or four minutes away from fucking my own Mum. You should never count your chips while the game is still on, that's the golden rule. Well, my thinking ahead must have broken that rule, because, just as I got the clasp undone and exposed Mum's bare back, the telephone rang in the kitchen. Its noise acted like an alarm clock, waking Mum out of a deep sleep. She bent down to pick up her blouse and rushed out of my room and downstairs, without even turning to look at me. I had been that close, and wondered whether I would ever get the chance again.

Mum pretty much ignored me for the next few days. However, I was determined to have another go at her, and saw an opportunity arise mid way through the following week. I had come home unexpectedly at midday and gone straight upstairs. As I passed the bathroom door, I heard the voices of Mum and Dad from the back yard. Dad doesn't normally come home for lunch, so I decide to investigate further. By standing on the toilet seat, I could look through the top part of the bathroom window and into the garden. Mum was wearing her little white bikini and was lying on her front allowing Dad to rub copious amounts of coconut oil onto her back. Dad had undone her top, and I could tell from his hand movements that the sight of Mum's oiled up body was turning him on. When he started to squeeze Mum's butt, she wiggled on the sunbed, obviously aroused. I heard Dad suggest that they go inside for a fuck. He got up and Mum followed him, holding on to the front of her bikini top.




Dishonour Thy Mother



I quickly left the bathroom and entered my own, listening at the door that I'd left slightly ajar. Mum and Dad were necking at the foot of the stairs and he was telling her what he was going to do and she told him that she was ready for it. They were both obviously highly sexually excited, and couldn't wait to get down to it. I heard them climb the stairs and thought what a lucky bastard Dad was, when all of a sudden the phone rang. Mum begged Dad not to answer it, but he said it was probably his boss checking up on him and that he had to. From the conversation I heard, it was clear that their afternoon nookie session would have to be curtailed. Mum sounded angry and frustrated as she said to Dad that his loss would be her dildo's gain. I heard Dad apologise as he left the house and returned to work. 

I knew that Mum was feeling randy now, so I met her on the landing just as she was about to enter her room, thinking that I could take advantage of her current state. She turned in surprise as she saw me and held her bikini top close to her breasts. Up close, her tanned, oiled body was already making a bulge in the only item of clothing I was wearing, my tennis shorts. Mum saw it too, and said that she was just going in for a shower. I came up and stood behind her. Running my fingers along her oily arms, I commented that it was a shame to waste all of that lubrication. Mum told me to stop touching her that way. But with her long, blond her now teased to a pile on top of her head, exposing her slender neck to me, I told her that we still had some unfinished business to take care of.

Holding Mum's arms by her side tightly with mine, I bent down and began to lick her neck and shoulders. After a minute of this, I felt the tenseness leave her body as she fell against me. I led Mum into her bedroom and closed the door behind me. She was saying that we shouldn't be doing this, but I explained that all I wanted was some education. As I licked her neck, shoulders and chin, I undid my shorts and let them drop to the floor. I kicked them to where Mum could see them, because I wanted her to know that her son was now naked. She raised no objections. 

I told Mum to let go of her bikini top. She said that we must stop now. I countered that I only wanted to see her lovely ripe tits and maybe she could show me how a woman likes to have them touched. Her grip on the top slowly loosened and then it was lying on the floor by her feet. I asked her how she liked to have them played with. She said that she liked to have her nipples pulled and tweaked. I asked if I could have a try. She said that it wouldn't be right. I pleaded softly into her ear for just a quick feel. Mum nodded agreement and I turned her around to face me. I was pleased to see that her gaze went straight to my fully erect cock. Her breasts looked even bigger up close and I couldn't believe what I was about to do. That first touch sent us both crazy. I began to maul Mum's boobs and she took hold of my prick and began to caress it. 

I pushed Mum onto the bed and started to bite and chew on her nipples. Her hands on my head encouraged me to bite harder. Mum was groaning loudly now, as my hands roamed over her oily skin. I sat her up and pushed my stiffy in between her cleavage and thrust myself up and down. As she lowered her head to have a look, I realised that each upward thrust nearly put my helmet into her mouth. But it was her pussy that I wanted to fuck first, so I stopped the tit wank and put my hands onto her bikini bottoms.

'No, Ricky, not there', Mum protested.

'But Mum, I only want you to show me where this clitoris thing is that you told me about the other day'. I pleaded, innocently.

'Alright', Mum began, 'but that's as far as we go'.

Tentatively, she removed her bottoms to reveal a hairless, big lipped pink pussy.

I knelt down in front of Mum as she spread her cunny to show me a little hard stubby thing that she identified as her clitoris. At first, Mum completely refused to let me touch it. But when I asked how I was supposed to learn when I couldn't have access to what she'd shown me, Mum finally agreed just to let me brush it with the tip of my finger.

I sat on the bed next to Mum as her hand guided mine towards her tender spot. I pretended to miss it at first, and allowed myself a good feel of her pussy lips. I felt Mum gasp as I touched her most private of regions. Eventually, I let her place my finger on the tip of her clit. As she explained what it was to me in a cold, clinical way, I started, almost imperceptibly, to rub it. It wasn't long before I felt Mum's grasp on my hand relax. She said that that was enough, but I just begged her to let me rub it a while longer until I was happy that I could always find it on a girl. I started to rub it more quickly and I asked Mum if it gave her a nice feeling. I already knew the answer, of course, because she was now lying flat on the bed, thrashing around. Mum urged me to go faster and I suggested that I had another appendage that might do the job better, waving my hardon in her face. Mum said that there was no way she would let me stick my penis inside her. As a compromise, I asked if I could just rub my helmet over her clitoris and not actually enter her. Mum capitulated, as I thought she would, and I positioned myself over her and let my banana shaped dick rub hard between our bodies.

The oil on Mum's skin squelched and oozed as I ground my hips against hers. She was reeling underneath me now and scratching my back with her nails. Her legs were spread wide and a couple of times I let my knob just slide into her a little. Each time I did, Mum groaned louder but didn't object. I had decided to let her have it all next time it 'accidentally' slipped in. In preparation, I raised my hips a little and pinned Mum's arms over her head with my hands. I bent my head and began to nibble on her neck, working my way up to her ear. I chewed on her lobe and softly asked if I was doing well. Mum said that I was a very good learner and that I'd made her very excited. I told Mum that it was about to get even better. She knew what I meant and cried out that I shouldn't. Mum's body tensed up to prevent me from entering her, but as my tongue dived straight down her left ear, her groans of delight returned and her muscles relaxed. At that moment, I raised my hips and plunged my full length into Mum's soaking wet pussy with all my might.

Mum gasped as I filled her up. I gave her about a minute's worth of fast thrusts and then slowed my rhythm right down. I let go of her hands now that her resistance had crumbled. As I gave Mum some long, slow, full in and out strokes, I felt her nails digging into my back again. I looked down to see my slippery, bent dick sliding in and out of my Mum's juicy twat, and could hardly believe my eyes. I continued this speed for about five minutes. Mum's breathing was becoming quicker all the time and I guessed she was close to orgasm. She knew too, and, calling me her good boy, instructed me to speed up.

'Faster, baby, faster. Your Mummy's nearly there, nearly there, ooooooohhh , put it right up me you good, good boy', Mum whispered into my left ear. This talk really got me going too. Before long, my prick was moving like the piston of a fast steam train. Within a minute of this, Mum suddenly went red in the face as a wave of ecstasy crashed through her body. I felt her pussy walls contract around my cock like a vice and I knew that I, too, was close to letting it all go. With Mum still in climax, I pulled my meat out of her and moved over her tummy to position myself over her face. I growled like a tiger and had to squeeze my eyes together, as the cum came out of my dick with the ferocity of a stream of piss. I directed my juices all over Mum's face in a criss-cross pattern. I thought it would never end as it covered her eyes and nose, forehead, chin and some even went in her hair. When it had stopped pouring out of me, I put my still twitching dick against Mum's lips and rubbed it along them. Mum couldn't yet open her eyes because her lids were covered in my sticky mess, but her lips did open, invitingly. I let my knob slip inside the warmth of her mouth. Greedily, Mum sucked the last of my semen from my meat, until, exhausted, I collapsed on top of her face. 

Since then, there have been a few other experiences between my Mum and I. She has never instigated any of them, but her objections and resistance have waned. I am hoping that one day she might make the first move on me. Now that would be something to write about.



Dishonourable Member



Colin Young was the future of British politics. Or so he thought, but with some justification as it was the description given to him by one of the leading broadsheet newspapers less than a year ago. He had been an elected member of parliament for six years and was into his second term with a healthy majority and still only 31 years old. He was starting to develop quite the celebrity reputation as well, a burgeoning romance with a famous model got him plenty of publicity while his work in Parliament was starting to get him mentions when talk of future cabinet openings were mentioned. Yes he was a young man going places. Tall, handsome and very sharply dressed he was getting noticed by all the right people and he, himself believed he could well be a Conservative Prime Minister within the next decade. 

So with all this confidence and his natural bravado, why was he apprehensive about this meeting he was about to have? He couldn't quite put his finger on why there was just something about being invited to Cyril Fletcher's office that did not bode well. Fletcher had been an important figure himself not so long ago, a member of the Labour Party's old guard and a Minister in the last Government. That is until he was forced to resign after a Sunday paper ran an expose of his liking for 'rent boys'. He managed to keep his seat but lost his power and position and was now a toothless debater in The House as all the younger pups knew exactly the buttons to push to either embarrass him or anger him. Colin had made a few comments himself but no more than anyone else and doubted the old fool would hold a grudge.

Fletcher's phonecall had been suitably cryptic.

"Important information that should help your career. Come up to my offices this afternoon. Can't discuss on the phone, you never know who may be listening".

That was all Colin recalled of the conversation and now he went over the words one last time before he knocked on the door and Fletcher's ageing secretary admitted him while exiting herself.

Fletcher resembled a bullfrog. All puffed up, fat and pompous and slightly silly looking. He was in his fifties but looked older and really was not in great shape considering, a few too many pies and pints. He formed quite the contrast to the ultra fit, ultra slim dark haired go getter that had come to see him.

Colin didn't wait to be asked and just sat himself in the leather chair across from Fletcher's desk.

"Cyril. Trust you are well? So what's this about? What's so important we can't speak on the telephone?"

Cyril stared at him. What a cocky little shit, he thought. So full of himself and his self importance. So sure, so confident as if nothing could stop him. Somehow he managed a smile and handed over a brown envelope to his guest. He waited until Colin had taken it and looked inside before continuing.

"You'll find there some information that I have come into possession of. I think you'll agree that between the pictures, the copies of signed forms and the statements that there would be enough evidence to hand over to the Parliamentary Committee set up to investigate the expenses frauds, wouldn't you?"

Colin was frozen in the chair as he looked at the papers before him.

In recent weeks several current and former MP's had been found guilty of defrauding the public purse over their expenses claims and some had even received jail sentences. The media and public were out for blood over these expenses cheats and Colin had thought he had covered his tracks well enough and early enough when the scandal broke. Evidently not. Cyril sat staring at the young man's face as the full realisation hit home. He could imagine the thoughts racing through his mind. The initial scandal, his 'friends' deserting him, selling their stories to the papers, his ostricisation then expulsion from the party, the end of his career and possibly even a small jail sentence. It was not fanciful, you just had to read the papers and watch the news to see it happen time and time again and bigger fish than Colin had been hit so he had nowhere to hide.

Regaining a modicum of composure Colin focused his eyes on the papers and re-read then, checked them and came to the same conclusion - he was fucked. Acknowledging such he looked up at the old, fat, slimy bastard and tried to keep the disdain from his voice.

"This is blackmail I take it? And what is it you want from me? Money no doubt? Well name your price you scoundrel, I would have thought at least we fellow members would not stoop to these levels."

Fletcher listened to the bitter, upper class twerp's words before dropping his real bombshell. He stood up from behind his desk to reveal that his trousers and pants were around his ankles and in amongst a thick bush of greying pubic hair a fat dick was stirring. Colin gaped and stammered as Cyril explained.

"I don't need your money you little fool, nor anything else from you other than your lips around my dick. I seem to remember you found it particularly funny when my own scandal broke well this is your penance Colin, take off your clothes, get on your knees and suck my cock!"

There followed five minutes of bluster and pleading from the younger MP, all met with a stony refusal from the older man.

"Stop wasting our time man" demanded Cyril, cock in hand, " either get out of my office so I can forward this evidence to the proper people or started stripping so I can see that slim, supple young body of yours. There are no other choices, now decide!"

In the end there was no decision for Colin, he could not afford to throw away his career and could not take the chance of calling this old bastard's bluff. So, reluctantly, he began to pull off his expensive silk tie, the first admission of his submission to this blackmail.

He half threw it at Fletcher in disgust as he started to tug off his shirt to reveal his, smooth, bare chest. He paused then, hoping against hope for some kind of reprieve but there was none. Fletcher just sat in his chair, fingering the tie and stroking his erection as the younger MP disrobed down to a pair of tight, white underpants.

"And those boy, I want you naked as the day you were born when you beg for my leniency."

The old goat could hardly keep the smugness from his voice or face and even chuckled as Colin reluctantly pulled down his pants and stepped out of them to stand stark naked in Fletcher's office.

"Oh yes., I like that! Not quite so cocky sure now, are you boy?"

Colin made no reply so Fletcher repeated his question again, a little louder. Worried of discovery Colin glanced nervously back at the door and meekly replied.

"No, I'm not" then added "Sir" without prompting.

"That's right. Now come over here. Tentatively the younger man stepped around the desk between them and stood next to the older man's chair. Fletcher lifted up the tie and wrapped it around one of Colin's wrists and tied it in place.

"Turn around."

Colin really did not want to turn his back on this pervert. He was naked and Fletcher had his dick out. It was horrible. But Colin eventually relented and turned his back on him. Fletcher reached up, grabbed his other wrist and tied the other end of the tie around that so that Colin had his hands tied tightly behind his back. Before Colin could react the old man had reached his hand between Colin's thighs from behind and cupped his right hand around Colin's hanging balls. He gave them a hard squeeze.

"On your knees boy, let's see how sorry you really are."

Colin sunk to his knees, giving a grunt as the pain from his balls being squeezed hit home. Fletcher released them and scraped his chair back and lumbered to his feet and moved around the desk to stand right in front of the kneeling younger man. His crotch was nearly perfectly in line with Colin's mouth and his stiff member seemed to be pointing at it mockingly.

"Beg me to let you suck it!"

Colin gritted his teeth. He knew there was no escaping from this but at the same time struggled to fully accept that fact and couldn't find the words the lecherous old bastard clearly wanted to hear. Fletcher encouraged him somewhat by leaning forward and prodding him in the cheek with his dick and rubbing it u against his face.

"Come on boy, beg me. Let me here how pathetic you are."

"Please Cyril. Please may I suck your penis."

"Call it what it is wimp -- a cock. Beg to suck my cock! And call me Master, because right now that is what I am to you, is it not?"

"P-Please Master. Please may I suck your cock?"

"Very well boy, open up then, let me see the target."

Colin's jaw felt like it was moving in slow motion as he opened it and then all of a sudden things lurched into action as the old man stepped forward and rammed the full length of his dick right into Colin's mouth so that his balls banged on Colin's chin. He held it in there and watched as Colin began to gag on it.

"Hmm. Nothing quite as good as a cocky, young man tasting his first cock reluctantly. You'll find that out yourself boy, if you manage to survive in this game as long as I have."

Fletcher removed his stiff member from Colin's mouth and relished the younger man's disgust look and attempts to spit the taste away.

"I wouldn't bother if I were you, you'll not forget the taste and smell for a long time."

And with that he slid his dick back into Colin's mouth and began to slowly move in and out so he was fucking it. Colin could do nothing but kneel there and take the face fucking and reflect on how perhaps, he didn't have such a great life afterall. The older man's hand reached down and dismissively grabbed at his short hair and used it in combination with his thrusts. He also took the time to goad him as he was sucked off, asking if he liked that, calling him a cocksucker and a little fag. Colin's cheeks bulged with dick and burned with shame. After ten minutes or so of this Cyril withdrew his dick from Colin's mouth but continued to wank it directly in front of his face.

"Now I'll let you choose where this sweet load is going boy. You want it in the mouth or over the face?"

The question sickened Colin but he knew he definitely did not want to swallow that stuff so quickly blurted out.

"On the face! I'm not tasting that if I can help it!"

Fletcher laughed and increased the pace of his masturbation. The tip of his penis was just inches from Colin's face and he had a close up view of the wrinkled foreskin jerking back and forward, then of the bulbous purple head expanding one last time and exploding white sticky cum forward. Only then did Colin realise the folly of not closing his eyes. The cum sprayed out and splashed violently against his face, firing five bursts in quick succession onto the young politician's face. One stream hit him right in the left eye, the next hit between his eyes, the third fired up and landed half in his perfect hair and forehead, the fourth splashed on his pursed lips and the fifth on his wobbling chin. Cyril laughed and squeezed out the last of his cum onto Colin's twitching nose. 

"You're quite the sight young man. Maybe you should have swallowed after all, eh?"

Colin squirmed as the thick, substance slowly moved on his face and winced as his eye was irritated.

"Untie me you bastard so I can wipe your filth off. Come on. I've done what you wanted!"

Again the low, evil, self satisfied chuckle from the older man then he slapped his messy, now shrinking old dick against Colin's face as he spoke in mocking tones.

"Yes, you have done what I wanted - so far! Do you really think that I will keep your secret for just a blow job? And really it wasn't that great, was it? You really didn't put much effort into it, did you? No, you didn't. Besides I'm giving you a lesson here boy. And that was just lesson one - if you want to get ahead in Parliament you had better learn how to give good head!"

Colin shook his head and felt like weeping. How had he come to this, in the clutches of this sadistic bastard. The cum moved horribly slowly across his skin and made it crawl and he would have give a lot to have his hand free if just for a moment to wipe some of it off. His arms strained but the knot in his tie was tight enough to allow him no slack.

"But never fear, your Uncle Cyril is here to give you all the lessons you'll need to survive and thrive as a young, good looking Tory boy. And lesson number two is that you are going to have to do a lot of arse licking to get ahead here, a lot. So you can start with mine."

And with that pronouncement the old Labour MP turned around and presented his big, fat ass to Colin's face. Colin gasped in disgust and tried to stammer his refusal and back away but with his arms tied behind him her found it difficult and then Cyril reached behind him and pulled his ass cheeks apart and Colin found himself transfixed, gazing at the dirty, shadowy hole facing him. Cyril back right into the younger man's face and buried it in there but Colin was s till not havign it and struggled to get his face out of there. Cyril punched a button on his phone and said quite matter of factly.

"Miss Primrose, could you come in here, I require your assistance."

Hearing that Colin struggled even more but was s till surrounded by ass flesh when the door opened and the woman in her fifties entered. She did not miss a beat and asked.

"Yes, Mr. Fletcher, how can I help?"

"This young fool won't get his tongue in deep enough to properly lick my ass, could you assist me and push his head in please, dear?"

To Colin's amazement the secretary came over, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and as Fletcher backed towards him again she held his head steady then pushed it forward until his nose was actually buried in the old bastards asshole!

And it was made clear to Colin that until he got to work with his tongue that his head would not be allowed to leave that hellish position. Reluctantly then, he did as he had been told and began to lick Cyril Fletcher's sweaty, hairy ass. It was a humbling experience and all of Colin's cocksuredness disappeared completely. Right then he would have given up all his fame and celebrity to not be there right then doing what he was doing. He tried to let his mind drift to another place but Fletcher and his secretary did not allow that, carrying on a discussion about his upcoming appointments as the young Tory rimmed his asshole.

He fought back tears of frustration at his predicament and vowed to himself that when he got out of this mess he would never again stray off the straight and narrow. Finally, Cyril had had enough and stepped forward, growling back at his secretary.

"Thank you Miss Primrose, you may leave now. When is my next appointment this afternoon?"

She replied while leaving.

"Mr. Young is your last."

"Oh good, no need to rush then, is there?"

By this time Colin was on his knees gasping and panting, glad to breathe normally again and desperately trying to forget the taste of the old bastards asshole and knowing he would likely never forget it. Fletcher gave him a few moments than grabbed onto his hair and jerked him up to his feet and shoved him forward so Colin was bent over Fletcher's desk. Too late the young man realised what was going to happen next.

"Got me all hard with your ass licking Tory boy, better put this boner to some good use hadn't I?"

With his arms still incapacitated and Fletcher's considerable weight bearing down on him Colin was stuck and virtually helpless as he felt his ass cheeks parted and the sinking sensation of a hard, slimy penis sliding forward and prodding against his anus.

"P-Please Cyril. Please don't. I .............aaaahh!""

Fletcher paid him no heed and pressed forward until he was in and then started to roughly fuck Colin's ass.

Colin submitted at that. He was broken and just lay there and allowed the old man to have his way with him. The weight and pressure on him was uncomfortable but worse was the sensation as the dick he had been so recently forced to suck plunged back and forth, stretching his tight ass walls. The old fart grunted and wheezed with every stroke and for one moment Colin imagined him having a heart attack and collapsing trapping him there to be discovered like that with the dead MP bumming him. But then came a louder grunt and a final thrust and Colin felt his ass filled with warm sperm. He shut his eyes and tried to block this out. How could this be happening to him.

Fletcher pulled out and stepped back and Colin just slid back and fell onto his knees, dazed and stunned at what he had done and had done to him. That allowed Fletcher the perfect opportunity to shove his shrinking cock into Colin's mouth and demand that he clean it. He did it unthinkingly.

"Right, get up and get out. I won't expose you but just remember next time you're of a mind to mock me in parliament that I own you and made you my little bitch this afternoon."

Colin got dressed in a daze and shrunk at Fletcher's secretary's gaze as he exited the office and headed straight to the Parliamentary bar.