He thought about his mother a lot. She was so sexy, such a fox; and she was so casual and uninhibited around the house. She was somewhat flirty and free, occasionally kissing Lonnie on the cheek and touching his shoulders and arms. She tended to dress scantily, wearing a short silky robe or shorts. And she usually kept her bedroom door open. Lonnie had seen her in various stages of undress; once, he'd seen her naked. He had passed by her bedroom and she had been changing clothes. She was stark naked. But she hadn't acted embarrassed when he saw her. She had simply smiled at him and proceeded to dress.

Lonnie's mother knew he was "at that age." She had seen him occasionally rubbing his crotch, and had twice seen him masturbating. Once, she had passed his bedroom door and had seen him lying on the bed, on top of a pillow, pumping away at it. Lonnie had looked up and seen his mother, and knew that she had seen him pumping the pillow. And once, she had opened the bathroom door and there was Lonnie standing by the commode, jacking his dick, rubbing it fast and hard. Again, Lonnie knew that she had seen him. But she hadn't said anything about it, so he had grown quite bold. He now masturbated openly in the bathroom and his bedroom.

Lonnie walked through the house to the rear and stepped out onto the patio. He saw his mother standing by the diving board of the swimming pool. She wore a black bikini.

Valerie Bertin was in her prime, and despite having a thirteen-year-old son was quite attractive with a pretty face and a nice body. Her ebony hair fell in full shimmering waves past her shoulders, her eyes were big and deep brown, and her skin was peachy tanned. The bikini she wore served only to cover the "bare necessities." Half her breasts, most of her rump, and all of her legs were exposed.

Lonnie watched as she stepped onto the diving board. God, she is so sexy! He thought. He felt his dick start to grow and stiffen. She stood for a few seconds on the board and then dived into the pool. Lonnie's cock stood at attention. It throbbed and ached.

She saw him standing by the pool and called out: "Come on in, the water's fine!"

Lonnie jumped in and swam toward his mother. She smiled and swam away with Lonnie in pursuit. They began playing in the water, splashing each other and playing tag. He caught her from behind and she laughed and splashed and squirmed to break away. Her rear end brushed upon his crotch and he gasped with the sensation. She was still squirming around and trying to break free, and once again her rump swept across his groin. With a groan, he pressed his crotch forward. He hissed when his prick made contact with her butt. It was as if his dick had a mind of its own. It took over completely.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and began humping her rump, pumping his hard throbbing cock on her ass. Nothing could have stopped him; he was beyond control.

"Oh, ah, unh, oh Mom!" he panted as he hunched her.

"Oh Lonnie, oh baby," his mother said softly. She halfheartedly made as if to break away. He kept pumping her rump with his rock-hard prick. "Oh Mom, oh, I can't stop—oh, it feels too good to stop."

He heaved his crotch forward, mashing and grinding it upon her rear end. "Unh—ahh—now!" he cried out as cum erupted from his dick. He huffed and panted and hunched with unbridled lust as the hot creamy juice kept spewing out.

After he had emptied his balls and shot his load, Lonnie was embarrassed. He couldn't bear to face his mother. She gently placed a hand on his cheek. "Oh honey," she said softly, "it's all right." She kissed his cheek and smiled. "Don't worry about it."

That evening Lonnie lay on his bed in his pajamas, doing what he usually did—stroking his cock. He thought about his mother, and his prick stiffened and balls tingled. He briskly rubbed his dick and shivered at the sensation. His cock was now hard and full and throbbing...

Lonnie's mother sprawled on her bed in a negligee watching TV. The thought of Lonnie and what had happened in the pool came to her and she smiled softly and wryly. Ah, he couldn't help it, she thought. He's at that age--his hormones are running wild. He certainly has gone through some changes over the past few months. He's grown—he's big for his age—he's turned into a good-looking guy too.

She smiled wryly again as she thought of what had happened in the pool. He was so horny, she thought, so hard, and he kept—rubbing me, kept hunching me.

She felt a warm fizzy tingling ripple up and down her body as she thought of her son pumping his hard prick on her rump. His cock was so hard, she thought, and it's—it's good-sized—I could feel it was—it's thick and hard.

Her breasts and ass were tingling; her pussy was throbbing. She placed one hand on a breast and slowly stroked it and ran another hand down between her legs and softly rubbed her yoni...

Lonnie could stand it no longer. His dick was hard as a rock; it throbbed and ached. His balls tingled and churned in their bloated fullness. He was breathing hard, almost panting.

He got off the bed and headed for his mother's room.

Her bedroom door was open and he stood at the threshold looking in.

"Mom..." he spoke huskily.

"Honey?" his mother said, looking questioningly at him.

He walked to her bed. "Mom..." he breathed out heavily again. He got on the bed and looked at his mother. She wore only a short silky negligee, and nothing else.

He could see most of her breasts and all of her thighs. His prick thudded and literally ached.

"Oh Mom," he panted out and suddenly moved on her.

He mounted her, rooting between her legs.

He pushed his crotch forward, thrusting his hard cock between her thighs. He groaned as the head of his dick made contact with her slit. He strained forward, pushing hard, and he cried out as he felt his prick enter her pussy.

"Oh, oh Mom, ohh!" he panted with the sensation of his cock sliding up her quim.

"Oh baby," she breathed out. "Oh honey."

He stuffed his entire dick into her hot moist pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and lifted her pelvis up to give him full access to her cunt. He began screwing her with full thrusts of his prick, fucking her good and strongly, lustily pumping his meat in her pussy.

She hunched back at him and used her cunt muscles to squeeze and suck at his cock. She gasped and panted at the feeling of his prick sawing back and forth in her pussy. His dick was full and rigid and good-sized and he was frigging it fast and hard in her.

"Oh, ah, umm, ah," she panted. "Oh baby, yes! Oh sweet baby, give it to me!"

He felt his balls swelling and throbbing; he groaned as he felt the cum churning in his bag. He thrust his cock as far as it would go up her pussy and cried out in lust as the hot cum gushed up his prick and spewed out.

She gasped and panted and reared up as her son spurted semen in her cunt.

They enjoyed a delicious afterfuck. He stroked her flanks and thighs and slowly swirled his dick in her quim. She stroked his arms and shoulders and back and slowly moved her pussy around in little circles.

He moved his head down and began mouthing her breasts, licking the firm smooth mounds. He felt his cock stiffening and growing again as he sucked his mother's tits.

He dug his now-hard dick up her pussy, and she gasped and raised her pelvis up and wrapped her legs around him.

"Oh baby—you're wonderful!" she panted as he pumped his prick in her cunt.

Lonnie awoke late the next morning. He got up and made his way to the kitchen. His mother sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee.

"Well, good morning, sleepyhead," she smiled. "Sit yourself down and I'll fix you breakfast."

He sat at the table and watched his mother as she prepared breakfast. She wore a short thin robe, and he felt his cock pop up and start to grow. In less than a minute he had a full-fledged hard-on. His dick stood up, stiff and throbbing.

He went to his mother, placed his hands on her hips and pressed his crotch on her rump.

"Oh honey," she said softly. She turned around and looked down at his crotch, and then brushed a hand on it. She sank to her knees and took out his prick, stroked it, and then ran her lips on it. She opened her lips and slid her tongue up and down and around his cock.

He hissed and then groaned at the sensation of her licking his dick. He spread his legs and hunched forward.

She opened her mouth wide and took the head of his prick in and began sucking it.

"Oh, ah, oh Mom!" he gasped. He grasped her head and thrust his cock into her warm wet sucking mouth. She clasped his hips and slid her mouth down, taking in all his dick, deep-throating him.

He panted with lust and hunched, fucking his mother's mouth. She sucked his prick fast, bobbing her head up and down.

"Oh god, here it comes!" he cried. "Oh Mom, here it comes now!" He lunged his cock down her mouth and let her have it. He pissed a hot stream of cum down her throat.

She kept sucking his dick, swallowing his sperm, till she had drained him, emptied his prick and balls of semen.

For Lonnie it was like a dream or fantasy come true. He had his attractive sexy mother to screw, to pump his cock in, to suck his dick. For Lonnie's mother it was like the fulfillment of desire or pleasure. She had her good-looking horny son to fuck her, to pump his stiff prick in her, to satisfy her. He stays horny, she thought, smiling; his cock is always stiff, always ready. He could probably fuck a dozen times a day; and he's good-sized too; for a boy his age, he's got a good-sized dick.

Lonnie had his mother in the swimming pool. He had her backed up on the side of the pool, his arms around her back and his crotch between her thighs. He lustily pumped his prick in her pussy as he sucked her tits.

She had her legs wrapped high on his back and was hunching her cunt to meet his lusty thrusts.

"Oh Mom, ah, I want to fuck you every day!" he gasped.

"Oh baby, yes!" she panted. "Ah, you've got a stiff meaty cock and I've got a hot pussy. Oh sweet baby, you can pump your dick in me any time you want."

"Oh Mom, I'm gonna cum!" he cried out.

"Do it, baby," she gasped. "Squirt cum in your Mom's cunt!"

Lonnie proceeded to do just that.

Maybe I need to tell you more about myself. In the first place, I’m not a slut. Really, I’m not. I was a virgin when I seduced my dad and I very seldom do anything sexual on a date. And when I do I make it really clear at the beginning what the limits will be and then see to it that we both have a pleasant experience and that the guy gets a proper sexual release. I’m not a prick-tease. If I get a guy "heated up" I’ll see that he comes. It’s only fair.

Gosh, I’m getting side-tracked here. I’m a high school senior, good student (might graduate with honors), fairly popular, about 5’3", 115 or so, pretty nice tits (33C), maybe a little more butt than I really need (but somehow the guys seem to like that), and a very small waist that makes both of the other measurements seem bigger. I’m not sure I’m pretty, but I believe I’m attractive, and many others seem to agree. Well anyway, I really am a good girl who has principles.

It sorta surprised me when I decided to seduce my dad. Well, you see, here you have to get a little more info about him and me. I am an only child, and my mother died when I was 4 (terminal illness). It was pretty tough on my dad to learn to run a house and take care of a 4-year-old girl, and it was pretty hard for me, too. But he dived into the Mr. Mom scene willingly and gradually I learned how I could make things go more smoothly. Somehow dad never got around to remarrying, probably because he is rather shy and had a tough time meeting ladies. So really, it’s always been just him and me.

Even as a little kid I just loved to go naked. Guess it’s that feeling of uninhibited freedom, with the breeze brushing your skin all over. And of course, there’s nothing sexual about a naked 4-year-old (at least, I don’t think so), so sometimes after my bath or in the morning before I dressed my dad would let me play for a while without clothes, and I did it every time I could. Let me be clear here: my dad is not a pervert, and as far as I know he didn’t get any special kick out of seeing my naked little cunny or anything else. Never any "improper touching", either; when he gave me my bath he simply washed me and dried me off as he should have, and stopped doing that when I was old enough to do it myself. What happened later was all my idea.

That doesn’t mean that I didn’t do any touching, though. As far back as I can remember I liked to play with my "trickle", pull the lips apart and look at it, and especially tickle and rub that sensitive little spot on top. I didn’t know what to call it then, but it really felt great, and of course it was much easier when I was naked (maybe that explains why I didn’t much like clothes). I never put a finger inside til some years later, but I would still play with the little hole and sometimes even put my finger over my pee-hole as I peed and watch it splash around. Guess I was sorta naughty.

I also liked to play with my titties, even though I didn’t really have any. It still felt good to stroke and rub that part of my chest, and of course the nipples were always sensitive. I loved to tickle them with my fingers or the tips of my hair or blow on them and feel them get hard like little pebbles. Then they were really sensitive and it felt awfully good. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I was naughty, but I don’t think Dad ever caught me. At least, I never noticed and he never mentioned it.

As I got older (8 or 9, I think), Dad began to discourage my running around naked. He said it wasn’t a proper thing for a young lady to do, and (surprisingly enough) I pretty much accepted it at the time. Looking back, I suspect that he was beginning to see me as a young woman and just didn’t want to get any "evil" thoughts about me. So I mostly stopped doing that when he was home, though I still loved to do it when he was gone. And I never was all that careful going to my room after a bath. If I remembered the towel, OK; if not, so what?

I hit puberty about the same time as my friends (around 10½ or 11), and of course had all of the strange and frightening new feelings and thoughts that any girl does at that time. I got through it OK, though, and by the time I reached my teens I was a fairly happy and secure girl. I don’t remember that my dad and I ever actually had "the talk", but we could discuss the personal things when we needed to, so I guess it happened in its own way. I did develop some sense of modesty then, though, probably because my new body was so strange to me, and started to be more careful to be dressed when Dad was around.

At some point after puberty I learned to masturbate. The older sister of one of my girl friends had told her how good it felt to put her fingers inside, or even use a candle or the handle of a hairbrush, and she told the rest of us. Amy swore that she had never really tried it, and we were all a bit embarrassed, but I was sorta excited, too, and couldn’t wait to get home and try. It hurt a bit the first time, even with just one small finger, but I learned to get my finger good and wet with spit and work it in slowly. The farther it went, the better it felt, and I was hooked. It wasn’t long at all til I did it frequently, moving the finger (and later more than one finger) in and out and touching my clitoris (yeah, they told us what to call it in sex-ed class) at the same time. And yes, I soon tried candles and hairbrush handles and similar items, and they felt good, too, but my trusty fingers were always my favorite and always available.

OK, so I’m taking a long time to get to the part about my dad, but you need to know me to understand. I have always enjoyed what I learned to call sexual feelings and sensations, and I think that influenced my decision to seduce my dad. Again, he and I got along well and enjoyed sharing our lives together, but that was all. It was only later that I realized that I was ready to lose my virginity and I wanted him to take it.

Not long after I turned fourteen I was at Amy’s house and we were talking about the usual romantic garbage that girls do at that age. Eventually the talk got to how it would feel to lose our virginity and whom we thought we’d want to "do it" with. We suggested all sorts of guys, some that we knew, some really silly (like rock stars or something), and jokingly I told her that her dad was pretty hot, and maybe he should be the one. She seemed really scandalized and I thought I’d offended her, but instead she challenged me: she would do it with her dad if I would do it with mine. Boy, that shocked me! I’d never even considered my dad that way. I made a big joke of it and the talk turned to other things, but the seed was planted, and in the following days I began to look at my dad and wonder. Don’t know whether she ever did it with her dad; it never came up again.

I had been having some pretty erotic thoughts for a long time, and it seemed to me that I had taken masturbation about as far as I could and I was ready for the real thing. I began to fantasize about how it would be with him and to be a little more sexy around him. After a few weeks I realized that I had already made the decision and started making real plans.

The first step, of course, was to get him to accept the idea, and that would be a real challenge. I had to bombard him with sexual stimulation, while making it all seem so innocent. Anytime he was home I was careful to wear clothes that displayed my body without being really obvious. I’d always worn t-shirts with no bra sometimes and began to do that more often, sometimes with a fairly tight shirt. My tits weren’t big, but they were really firm with large nipples and were growing nicely. He couldn’t help noticing.

Same thing with shorts and jeans: often tight enough to show off my ass and legs, but not slutty. He would be turned off by that. And occasionally (but not often) I would leave off the panties so my ass and pussy would be outlined even better for him.

And of course, he began to get more little "accidental" peeks. My favorite was to leave my bedroom door open a crack so that he could see me in the mirror. I could dress very slowly, ponder a choice of panties or bra while standing naked or just turn and admire my body in the mirror, and I knew that he stood and watched quietly. I never actually saw his hardon, but I would bet that he had one.

Showers, too, of course. Great opportunity. Again, leave the door open a little while I brushed teeth or put on makeup (always naked, of course). I did catch him rubbing his cock a few times as I did that. And I could always "accidentally" meet him in the hall on the way to my room wearing nothing but a towel. Well, you get the idea. I was giving him lots of stimulation without forcing him to acknowledge it.

The time came to force the issue, though. I chose a Saturday morning when I knew that neither Dad nor I had any special plans and got up and took a shower. When I finished, I wrapped a towel around me, but I didn’t use one of the big, big things that we ladies normally use. It was a normal size towel, and I knew that it didn’t hide much. In fact, I could see in the mirror that if I covered my tits, my pussy would peek out at the bottom. Just what I wanted.

I went downstairs, and sure enough, Dad was sitting at the kitchen table with coffee and his newspaper. I went over to the fridge and got some juice. As I did that, I let the towel slip a little so that my left nipple was showing. The cool air made it really stand out. I turned around and chatted with Dad about the weather and usual meaningless things and as we talked I could see his eyes alternating between my nipple and the bottom of the towel. I could also see a noticeable bulge in his pajama bottoms. Finally I "noticed" my exposed nipple and said "Sorry, Dad" as I pulled the towel up to cover it. Of course, that did just what I wanted: it exposed at least half of my pussy, right at my dad’s eye level. His eyes got bigger and so did his dick; the head began to peek out from the fly and I could see that he didn’t wear underwear in bed. "Why Dad, you are getting hard!" I exclaimed. "Is that because of me?"

He turned red and covered up as well as he could, then mumbled, "Shannon, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me." He started to get up.

"Dad, please, it’s OK. I know that you like to look at my body, and I’m glad you do. It’s perfectly normal and it makes me feel attractive. I think you are very attractive, too. You don’t need to be shy about this. You’re my only family and I love you. Couldn’t we be open about this? It’s not anyone’s business and certainly won’t hurt anyone. Please? Please, please, pleeeeease?"

He still sat there, so I walked over to him and kissed him gently. Not a sexual kiss, but a lot more lingering than a father/daughter kiss. With that, the head of his dick poked right out of the pajamas, pointed straight at his chin. As I kissed him I held him by the shoulders, and of course the towel dropped right to the floor. "See, Dad, I know you love to look at me and you are welcome to. Can I look at you, too?"

"Sweetheart, we can’t do this," he groaned, looking down. But as I urged him he finally stood up, took off the pajamas very slowly, and sat back down, still embarrassed. His dick was rock-hard, though, and his hand began straying to it occasionally as he looked at me. I knelt down in front of him and looked closely at it, letting my nipples touch his knees. I noticed a drop of clear liquid on the tip and asked him what that was. "It’s pre-cum, darling", he mumbled. "It doesn’t happen every time a man gets a hardon, only when he is really excited."

"So that means that I make you really excited, right Dad?"

"Yes, you do, sweetheart; you are gorgeous and sexy. But this is still wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this."

I ignored that. "Dad, could I touch it, please? It’s so beautiful that I just have to know what it feels like."

Again a long pause, then it seemed that he resigned himself to what was happening. He just nodded. I leaned forward even more, so I was sure that he could feel my breath on his dick. I began to touch and squeeze it gently, here and there and everywhere. God, it felt good! It was smooth and a bit soft on the outside, but very, very firm underneath. I could feel the blood pulsing through it and feel it jerk occasionally when a sexual twinge hit him. He loved it while trying to deny it.

Deciding to be just a bit bolder, I took it into my hand the way he did and began to move the hand up and down very slowly. He seemed about to stop me, but decided against it. It must have felt awfully good. Eventually I dropped all pretense and began masturbating him openly. His eyes closed, his breathing sped up, and his lower body pressed toward me. We both knew that this wasn’t going to stop until he came. And he did, just a few minutes later. It sprayed all over the place, on the floor, on my body and face, and one spurt went directly into my mouth. It surprised me a bit, but the taste was OK (a little slimy, though) so I swallowed it. When he finished, he slumped back into the chair and just looked at me, a "what have I done" look on his face. I stood up so he could see me well, cum spots and all. It was incredibly sexy.

He seemed to feel guilty and happy all at once. "That was wonderful, baby. I just can’t tell you how great that felt," he finally said. I was horny as hell, though, and began sliding a finger up and down my slit, occasionally slipping it into my pussy up to the first knuckle or taking a moment to tease my clitty. Dad watched for a little while, entranced, and began to get hard again. Finally I guess he felt that turnabout is fair play, because he asked, "Would you like me to do that for you, honey?" Well, of course I would! I took my hand away and stepped up to him again. His hand was a little hesitant as he reached to my pussy, but once he touched it I guess everything became automatic. He seemed to know even better than I did what places are the most sensitive and how to touch them.

A kitchen is an awkward place to finger a girl, though, so we moved to the living room. I lay back on the sofa and opened my legs so that my pussy was all his. He lightly touched one spot and massaged another, sliding his finger through my slit and around my pussy and avoiding my clit completely. I began to wonder if he knew what to do with it, but I shouldn’t have worried. As my breathing got faster and my pussy wetter, he finally began to flick my clit lightly, run his finger up and down it, press on it, even squeeze it a bit.

By this time I was becoming quite fragrant and he just couldn’t resist a taste. He moved his head between my legs and began to tickle my cunt with his tongue, slipping it through my slit, flicking my clit, even tongue-fucking me. Once he just plastered his whole mouth on my pussy and gobbled up the juices.

God, I was in heaven and bouncing all over the place. Finally, he slipped first one finger, then another, into my pussy and began moving them in and out, quickly, slowly, sometimes pushing far in and curling them back toward the top, while he massaged my clit with his thumb. I had no idea what he was doing, but it felt good. Eventually, though, he touched a certain spot ‘way inside, and I just about hit the ceiling. I raised straight up, arching toward him and stayed that way the longest time, screaming at the top of my lungs, in the most incredible orgasm of my life. I didn’t know anything could feel that good.

Finally I settled back and collapsed just like he had, totally spent. It took me a long time to come down and I just kept having aftershocks. "Well, I guess we found your ‘G-spot’, honey," he said. I asked him what that was. "It’s a special spot inside a woman where she is extremely sensitive, and touching it almost always triggers a massive orgasm. It’s hard to find, though, and most women and their partners never do." I was glad he did, and I tried hard to remember where it was.

Of course, after fingering me that way and smelling my girl-juices for so long, he was hard again. "Need help with that, Dad?" I asked. He nodded, and I masturbated him again, knowing much better how to do it this time. When he came, I held his dick carefully and spurted it all right into my mouth. Y’know, it’s an acquired taste and I was acquiring it. It was wonderful, and I think Dad was pleased that I did that. After a little more chat we both went upstairs and showered again. I was walking on clouds the rest of the day, and I think he was, too.

I thought that session would open the way for real sex, but it did not turn out that way. He could be convinced to offer me sexual pleasure and accept it himself, but somehow he drew the line at vaginal intercourse. For several months we pleasured each other happily, experimented quite a bit with touching and oral sex, and grew even closer together, but he could not take that final step. With no discussion we gradually adopted a "clothing optional" policy when we were alone at home, and he learned to enjoy those times when the sight of my naked body gave him a hardon. I did, too, and frequently I would take it into my mouth and treat myself to another drink of his tasty cum. He was fair, though, and just as often would lay me back and suck and finger me to another of those crashing orgasms. I could never get enough of those.

My chance came one night during an especially violent thunderstorm. The thunder and lightning were right outside the house and I really was frightened. I went to his room and knocked quietly, but went on in. "Dad, I’m scared," I whispered. "Can I sleep with you tonight? Please?"

"Sure, sweetheart, it’s OK," he said. I climbed in and lay down facing him. He had started sleeping naked after our "clothing optional" rule took effect, and I had slept that way for years. I snuggled up to him and was about to drift off to sleep when I realized that my chance had arrived. My face was close to his and I gently moved closer and kissed him lightly. He carefully didn’t respond, and after a few seconds I kissed him again, more firmly and lingering a bit. He still tried not to respond, but I felt his dick move against my leg. I waited a few seconds more and kissed him again, not hard, but very slowly with a little tongue. Now I ask you, how would any normal man respond if a naked girl presses against him and kisses him? By this time he was almost completely hard and I could hear his breathing speed up. I took a chance and gave him a thoroughly sexual kiss, crushing my mouth to his, sucking hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth. I pressed close to him, so that I could feel his hardon bumping against my pussy.

He couldn’t stop himself from responding, but finally he pulled away and gasped. "Sweetheart, we can’t do this. Please, we mustn’t." Sorry, Dad, we’ve gone too far now. I need to be fucked and you’ve gotta do the fucking. I crushed my body to his and felt his cock trying to penetrate me. I scrunched a little more and felt the head pop into me.

Omigod it felt good, even with so little penetration! I moved some more, trying to get it all the way into me, but he wouldn’t let it. "Please, honey, don’t. We mustn’t." He didn’t pull it out, though.

"Dad, I have to have you now," I gasped. "I really need it. Please don’t pull away from me. I truly need to make love with you." I moved again and made his dick slide almost all the way into me. It was heaven. It just felt so wonderful. In spite of himself he began to move against me. He couldn’t help it. "Dad, please, get on top of me and fuck me. I need you."

He was finally beyond resistance. He rolled over on top, keeping that wonderful tool in me, and began to pump. I opened my legs as far as possible and matched his strokes exactly, pushing him deeply into me on every downstroke. I was delirious. "Ogod, Dad, fuck me; fuck me hard. Ogod, it feels so wonderful. Omigod, omigod, don’t stop. It feels so good." Well, something like that. You gotta understand, I wasn’t taking notes. He leaned down and kissed me, long and hard, our tongues dueling and dancing, and it kicked my feelings up yet another notch. My body was on fire. He was still being careful, though, and when he was ready to cum he pulled out and sprayed warm white fluid all over my stomach and tits. And he came and came. I had never seen him spurt that many times.

Eventually he ran out of cum and rolled over and lay beside me, hugging me tightly and burying his head on my breast. "Shannon, sweetheart, that was so wonderful. I love you so much and I’ve wanted to do that for so long and been afraid to. I didn’t want to ruin our relationship, but I wanted it very badly. Thank you for forcing me." I still couldn’t talk. My eyes were glazed and I was still savoring the incredible feelings going through my body. To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure I had an orgasm. Maybe, but I didn’t care, because it felt so wonderful even without one. My body was at fever pitch and I wasn’t sure I’d ever come down.

Eventually, after much hugging and many kisses I did come down and we went to the bathroom, where he gently cleaned the cum off me. Then he kissed me again, a long, intensely sexual kiss that promised that we would do this again in the near future. I was ready again right then.

Well, I’m not sure what else to tell. Once the ice was broken, we continued to make love several times a week. I went on the pill, of course, so that pregnancy was not a concern, and he and I grew closer than many married couples. While I didn’t completely avoid sex on dates, it was unusual. I protected my reputation carefully (no danger of going around horny, of course). It was a good deal.

But now I am going to college, and I didn’t choose one close to home. I’ll be close enough to visit, but far enough away to be on my own. Dad wanted it that way and I did, too. We knew from the beginning that our new relationship could not be permanent, and he wants me to date and find a nice guy and marry. So do I.

Will we continue to make love when I’m home? I guess so and hope so, but it will continually be more bittersweet. The time is probably coming when I won’t be near my dad, and I’ll miss him terribly. Certainly he has taught me the difference between lovemaking and sweaty fun, and while I may sometimes choose the latter, the former is more satisfying and long-lasting. I’ll never be sorry that I seduced him.

 

"He says your way more than just friends," Jesse responded.

"That was only two times anyway," said Katilin.

"She's always hooking up with cute boys from school," Jesse told me.

I smiled and Katilin got embarrassed.  Jesse's tank top was a bit baggy and i could see down her shirt.  She barely had any boobs under her bra.  They both noticed me looking and Katilin said, "She'll give you a better look when we get to my house."

I pulled up in her driveway.  "Come on in," said Katilin.  "Jesse really wants you."  I smiled.  "Come on," she said.  "Just hang out a minute before you have to go."

We all went inside to hangout in her bedroom.  It was a little weird hanging out with girls that much younger than me but her parents weren't home and Katilin was really sexy and was flirting with me.  I was really aroused and Katilin noticed I had gotten a boner.  They both laughed.  

Katilin then asked me to show them my penis.  I told them no because I felt it would be wrong.  "I told you you could see Jesse if you wanted to," Katilin told me.

I responded by saying, "I want to see you Katilin."  She said fine and they both waited.  I pulled down my pants then my boxers, exposing my erect 7 in dick.  "Are you virgins?" I asked.  They said they both were.  I was a bit surprised that Katilin was based on the conversation earlier.

"What about that boy we saw?" I asked.

"I just gave him a blowjob," Katilin responded.  She stood up and took off her t shirt.  Then her bra came off, which I saw was 38a.  "What do you think?" she asked.

"Come closer," I said.  She walked over and a put my hands around her perfect round breasts.  I squeezed gently.

"Take yours off Jesse," Katilin said.  Jesse didn't.  I was sitting on her bed with my hands on her breasts and she crouched down on her knees and put me dick in her cute mouth.  She started sucking on it slowly while stroking the bottom of it. She definitely had some experience.  She went down farther on it then she took it out of her mouth and smiled at me and asked if I liked it.

She told Jesse, "Come join in.  I know you've never done this before."

"No thanks.  I won't be any good," Jesse said.

"It doesn't matter.  I'll show you how."

Katilin moved aside and Jesse, wanting to keep clothed, sat between my legs.

"Just suck on it," Katilin said.

Jesse put it in her mouth and started sucking on the tip.  She continued sucking and bobbed her head slightly.  Katilin put her hand on her head trying to get her to go farther down till Jesse started coughing and gagging.  She pulled away for a breath and smiled.  She put it back in her mouth and took Katilin's advice to use her hands as well.  Katilin told Jesse to suck on my balls and when she did, she took my dick back in her mouth and sucked on it some more.  It felt amazing.  I put my hands back on Katilin and continued to feel her up as she sucked.  They stopped sucking.  They stopped sucking eventually.

"Do you have a condom?" Katilin asked.  I didn't but wished I did.

"What for?" I asked.

"What do you think?"

"Of course."  I explained the process of pulling out and convinced Katilin to let my have sex with her.

"I'm still nervous," said Katilin.  "I'll only do it if Jesse does."

"Will it hurt?" Jesse asked.

We both replied no and she agreed.  "You first though," said Jesse.

I took off my shirt and Katilin sat on the bed with me.  I put my hand up her skirt and felt her pussy through her panties.  She smiled at me.  I pulled down her skirt and then her panites.  She had the cutest pussy.  Barely any hair growing on it.  I put my finger it and and leaned down and started licking it.  She smiled more.  I stopped licking, anxious to get started.  

She laid down on her back and I slowly inserted the head of my dick in her very tight virgin pussy, following it slowly with the whole thing.  She started to moan as I put it in.  I slowly slid it back and forth.  She was breathing heavier and I started to pick up speed.  It felt so amazing.  She was moaning louder each time I pushed in.  I slowed and asked if she wanted to be on top.  She had no idea but was enjoying herself and said yes.  I laid down on my back and she sat facing me and slowly put my dick into her.  She started slowly riding my dick and it felt so good.  I grabbed her great tight ass with both hands pulling her close and she was sweating and moaned louder and louder.  She laid down on me facing me and I felt her pussy dripping on my dick.

I still hadn't cum so I was a bit disappointed when she got off.  Jesse was still clothed but still wanted to and came over on the bed with me.  She unzipped her shorts and pulled them down.  She then pulled down her underwear.  Her pussy was so cute and had even less hair than Katilin's.  She laid down on her back and spread her legs waiting for me to fuck her.  I slid my dick in.  She was also way tighter than Katilin.  I started fucking her and she moaned some and sweated.  After the initial reaction she kept pretty quiet as I fucked her.  She then asked if she could do me on top like Katilin did.  "Of course," I said.  She climbed up facing me and slowly slid my dick in.  I could tell it hurt a little.  As we were fucking, I helped her lift her tank top off over her head and took her bra off too, and revealed her petite skinny figure.  She was almost flat but had the cutest nipples and a really cute body.  She actually rode it better than Katilin did.  She was sweating a lot and moaning, almost screaming.  

"Do you want to try doggy style?" I asked.

"What is it?" Said Jesse.

"Just bend over on the edge of the bed."

"Your not putting it in my butt are you?"

"No, just trust me."  She bent over and I slid my dick in, still surprised by how tight it was.  I grabbed her hips and started fucking.  Her ass was so cute and tight.  As I thrust she moaned louder.  She had to let go of the bed it was too hard and I was fucking her face down on her stomach on the bed.  I felt like I was about to cum but hoped she would.  I fucked harder and she gave a scream and I felt her pussy becoming extremely wet as I slid in and out of her.  I pulled out and shot my huge load all over her cute little butt and her back.  

She lay on the bed and said, "Get me a towel."  Katilin brought a towel and wiped Jesse off and she got up and got dressed.

We said goodbye and I went home to see my sister.

Its was quite for a minute and he then asked me if I ever looked at other guys when I was in the gym locker room and I did admit I would compare mine with the other cocks but only out of envy since everyones cock was much larger than mine. He then said why how big is it and I told him I never measured it but it was extremely small when I compared it to all the others and that I would guess it to be only about 2 1/2 to maybe 3". He looked at me and said no way and I assured him it was true but he again said he didn't think so. I said why how big is yours and he told me it was just over 7", I told him he was full of shit since to me that seemed way to big. Now we were in my dads station wagon and he always had tools on the floor in the back behind the dirvers seat and Brian reached into the back and got out a tape measurer that was there and joked lets see I'll show you. I said yeah right but then for some reason I then said ok.

I drove to this spot that was know as a makeout place on the weekend but was dead during the week and stopped the car. Brian joked lets see yours first and I told him he was he one that said he would show me so he unzipped his pants and tok them off and I could see thru his underware he was huge for 15, he then took them off and out sprang the biggest cock I had ever seen. Brian handed me the tape and said check it out, well I had never measured one and asked him how and he told me to measure from the base of his cock on top to the tip which I did and damn if he wasn't just under 7 1/4". He then god a piece of string from the back were my dads tools were and wrapped it around his shaft to measure it around and then checked it against the tape it was 5" in girth he told me so I then checked and it was. Now it's your tun to show me how small you are he laughed so I unzipped my shorts and took then off and then took of my underware and out sprang what must have been the smallest he had seen. He said well it's not big  but it's cute and grinned, I thought he was making fun and started to put my underware back on and then he said no I really like it so I ttok them back off. He got the tape and put it to  my cock and it kind of jumped when he did which kind of threw me since I never thought I was bi or gay but had never had a guy touch it, he told me I was right and it was just short of 3", then he took the sting and wrapped it around and informed me the girth was just over 2 1/2". It was then that Brian looked up and caught me checking out his huge hard on, he grinned and asked me if I would like to get a closer look and I said yes so he moved so it was directly in front of me then he started to stroke mine up and down although it was small I was rock hard he said why don't you play with mine which I then stared to stroke his up and down.

After a few minutes Brian started to flick his tongue over my shaft and balls and told me to lean back and relax which I did then he swallow the whole thing and stared to give me my first blowjob about two minutes later I shot my load inside his mouth which he swallowed boy did this turn me on. When I was done he asked if I would do him and I told him I would try but i didn't know if I could since I still thought I was straight. I took and started to play with his cock again and after a minute or two I started to flick my tongue along his shaft and balls like he did to mine he let out a long moan then I swallow his cock at first I gagged when it hit the back of my throat and he told me to take it easy after a few seconds i could take it all in and strated to give him a blow job, I couldn't believe I was doing this, after a couple of minutes he shot this huge load in my mouth I tried to swallow it all but some dribbled down my chin it was so hot and salty but I like it. Brian said it was great and then licked the cum from my chin saying he always wanted to taste his own then he kissed me and we stared to make out our tongues flicking against each others.

We were making out for a few minutes and Brian asked if I wanted to fuck his ass which I jumped at the chance since I was a virgin and had never had it inside of anyone girl or boy. We got in the back of the station wagon he started to stroke me to get me hard again then he turned on his belly and shot his ass in the air it was then I noticed how hot his dark hole looked I stood over him and he told me to spit inside it to make it lubed I did and then slid my cock into his ass since it was rather small it went in really easy. I started to pump it in him slow and then started to just ram it in hard and he said yes fuck me so I kept it up until I shot my load inside him. He told me it was great turned around and then started to kiss me again.

After I got off of him he asked me if he could fuck my ass I told him I dind't know and he said I owed him since he let me break his cherry, after a few seconds I told him ok but to take it easy since I didn't want him to rip my ass open. We then switched positions with my ass sticking up in the air and I told him to make sure he lubed me well with his spit and then I was amazed when he stuck his tongue in my hole and lubed me that way, it was the that I noticed how hard I was getting again. He then slid his dick in to just the head it hurt a little at first but went away quickly then he slowly slid in a couple of more inches and started pushing it in and out after a few he the slid in another inch or so and did the same then he pushed it all the way in and started to fuck me. While he was fucking me my cock was twitching and jumping all over the place so I stared to jerk myself off he noticed and told me how hot it made him which made me smile he then said don't cum I want to suck it when I'm done so I backed off some so I wouldn't. About what seemed like ten minutes he shot his load in my ass it was funny bcause just as he did I had to fart he told me it was a funny but great feeling the pressure around his cock as he came.

Then he turned me over and started to go down on my cock with his mouth again about two minutes I shot another load inside his mouth it was then that he got up kissed me and let my own cum into my mouth which didn't seem quite as salty as his and if I may say so myself was rather great tasting after kissing a bit more I looked at my watch and saw it was just after 10:00 and we need to get home so we got dressed and brushed our hair to make sure we looked ok and started home.

We were at a traffic light when he turned to me and said I guess this means we are gay with a smile on his face, I said well if I still like girls I guess I'm bi and laughed he then said well he knew he was gay right then and there and that if I was only bi he would still want me and who knows with a little time he could make me as gay as him and then he kissed me since there were no cars around. He then asked me if I would like to be his boyfriend and that he knew I may still go out with girls but as far as boy on boy he wanted us to be exclusive, it was then I told him that I wanted him too so I joked and said I'll be your boyfriend and grabbed his crotch and said don't let another guy touch this and he laughed too and said don't worry I won't.

I called him the next day and found out we both got so horny after i dropped him off that we both jerked off several times before morning thinking about our night together and both agreed maybe we would cut out of our meeting ealry next week :).

Well that's it for my first time with Brian he was my first and only gay guy but we diod have many more encounters which are for a later time if this story is rated high I will let you know of the time we almost got caught.

              Then she introduced me to her father and she passed me over to him as if I was a bag of shopping. Before I had a chance to flirt or even ask her name, she was back into the crowd of new arrivals touting for business again. The father grunted something at me in Greek and indicated a truck. As I started to climb up into the back with my rucksack he took my luggage from me and lifted it in as if it weighed nothing. I was mainly full of college books I had yet to read and they weighed a ton. Before he could give me the same treatment I scrambled in, afraid that if he lifted me in his grip I’d be crushed. He was at least six foot, about forty five years old I’d say judging from the flecks of grey in his moustache, but his muscles practically ripped his shirt as he manoeuvred my rucksack into the flat bed.

            I smiled as best I could, already worrying about where he was going to take me, and what he might do. I’m pretty tough, I work out and play football, but there was no way I could defend myself against the father should he turn nasty.

            But I needn’t have worried. He drove me up through an enchanting village, honking his horn at the locals and waving from the cab. He seemed pleasant enough, and when we reached the house he was as charming as you could wish for. He showed me around, agreed the very low price his daughter had promised, and told me that he could always be found in the village if I needed anything.

            Two days later I ran out of water. I had got to know my way around by then and had no trouble tracking him down in the village. I explained that the tap had suddenly run dry and asked what I could do about it. He told me, in broken English, that the house occasionally had this problem but it required him to come and fix it. He would come up in the afternoon, if I could manage until then. We made an arrangement that I would leave the front door open and he could let himself in. He’d only need about ten minutes to do something with the water pump outside and then he’d be off, shutting the doors behind him so I’d know he had been.

            That sorted I went back to the house to collect my things for the beach. It was September, the weather was still hot and, coming from the cold climbs of North Yorkshire, I was not used to such heat. It drained my body, emptied me of moisture and, since being in Greece, had led me to understand why the locals took siestas in the hottest part of the day. By the time I’d returned to the house and packed my beach bag it was just after noon and my body was weary. The beach was a mile away and by foot, at that time of day, was a hard slog to get to and from.

            I decided that I would go later. Right then I needed a sleep. I could wake up feeling refreshed later in the afternoon and the heat would have died a little. I threw my soaked tee shirt onto the chair and flopped onto the bed. Remembering that the landlord might call I decided to keep my shorts on. He shouldn’t need to come into the bedroom but just in case…

            Before long, drowsiness came over me and I felt myself drifting. Far away I could just make out the sound of birds chattering, a goat bleating somewhere on the mountain above and the occasional vehicle passing in the valley far below. Through approaching sleep my mind flashed up images of the daughter wading out of the cool sea, her hair falling long across her shoulders, water dripping from her breasts and running in little streams down her soft, naked flesh. My cock was pressing against the bed beneath me but it would have to wait until I woke up. Maybe I’d have more dreams of her as I slept and would wake with new images I could recall when I beat myself off later.

            I don’t know what I dreamt about but whatever it was, it was interrupted by a sound from the next room. I didn’t jump up in panic, I knew it would only be the dad come to fix the water and allowed myself to remain in that half sleep where you know what is going on around you but couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. Almost paralysed in a numb, contented way. And then I drifted back into afternoon dreams.

            I heard breathing in the room; someone was standing behind me, over me and watching me. I heard a quiet cough and ignored it. It was o.k. Only the landlord letting me know he’d finished and was leaving. I heard the rustle of material and a gentle clatter of a belt buckle. The dull thud of boots being kicked off and discarded. More breathing and then the sound of clothing being dropped to the floor.

            The mattress beneath me moved as if someone was putting weight on it and I dipped slightly to one side, and then the other. Someone was kneeling at the foot of the bed. But dreams are meant to be like this I thought; real and yet safe. New experiences happen in dreams and, because they’re not real it doesn’t matter. I drifted further into the comfort of sleep feeling only a presence behind me and security that I was in safe hands.

            Hands that touched the soles of my feet and slid them to one side, parting my legs gently, and allowing cool air to explore around the tops of my legs where my football shorts hung soft and silky around my thighs. Cooling air that dried the sweat gathering behind my knees and chilled my flesh. I felt my ankles get taken in large rough skinned, wide hands that gripped just tightly enough to pin my legs to the bed. And the hands started to slide upwards, gently massaging my muscles, sending me further into nowhere land and sending shivers of pleasure through my sleeping body. They reached the back of my knees and a strong finger pressed into the flesh there. I’d never felt a sensation like that before, either asleep or awake and it felt good. A stronger, tougher finger joined it and made small circles, all the time pressing and massaging.

            And then I felt the hands slide further up until they gripped my upper legs, just below my shorts. The tips of the rough fingers slid in under the material and played on me, one after the other in a slow rhythm, pressing one at a time in sequence. The hands started kneading me there; a little more pressure was applied as they moved higher up under the material until they pressed on the bottom of my cheeks, sliding to the sides as if to feel everything that was there. The hair on the back of my legs was standing up now, something was telling me that this dream was going in the wrong direction and that I should wake up. But another part of me was being lulled, hypnotised by the gentle stroking of rough hands, sending me further into a place I’d never been before and I was enjoying it.

            My shorts were being taken down. My cock, still rock hard, was pressing its circumcised head against the waste band, caught there as the shorts were dragged away. My arse lifted of its own accord, freeing my cock and allowing the shorts to be removed completely. I felt the hands start at my ankles again, slowly sliding up the back of my legs until they held one cheek apiece. There they paused, holding my arse in a strong, not to be resisted, grip.

            Something made me part my legs further. I don’t know if I did that or if the unseen dream-force moved them but they spread. And I knew that the hands were spreading the crack of my arse and opening it to the afternoon air and allowing the unseen visitor to get a full view of my flesh, my light blonde hair covering the white, smooth skin that gave way to a darker recess where my tight hole was now being watched.

            And then these big hands were on my sides, holding me by the hips as two powerful thumbs rolled and massaged my arse cheeks, pulling me open and then pushing me closed as I felt myself being lifted from the bed. This inside of my legs brushed against something else, something new. I felt coarse hairs scrape at my skin as I was pulled back and up, felt hard muscles against my inner thigh while all the time the vice like grip that controlled me allowed no resistance, and yet the grip was gentle and careful.

            I realised something. Through my sleep I knew what was going on and I knew that I should wake up. But I also knew that it was too late. I stood no chance of escape even if I was awake. Asleep I could imagine that this was still a dream and that this was not happening.

            But when I felt breath on my arse cheeks I knew it was happening. I kept my eyes closed and I kept still. Allowing him, as it was definitely a him, to do whatever he was going to do. It didn’t matter; I was asleep so this was not happening.

            The breath suddenly became warm and moist and I felt the rough hair of a moustache above a pair of soft lips. I was being kissed, first on one side and then the other. The hands had drawn me up to a face, my balls hung free in the air and my cock stuck out into the empty space beneath me. And I felt the kisses turn to licking, a smooth, hot tongue was drooling across the light furriness of my backside, pausing now and then to kiss. And to take a gentle bite. Teeth in a powerful jaw dug into me just enough to tell me that resistance would lead to pain; compliance would result in something more rewarding. I could not resist. I knew who this was and I had seen his strength. I realised that asleep or awake I belonged to the dad now, and that was that.

            My thoughts were interrupted. The mouth and the moustache had moved, centred in on my crack, right at the top. And they were now moving downwards. My heart raced, I knew where he was going. My crack was pushed wide by the rough stubbled chin and the heat from its scratching was intensified by the heat from the mouth that licked and bit as it pushed harder against me. Until I felt something press against my hole. It clamped up tight, nothing had touched it before and its reaction was instinctive. I felt something wet and hard jab at it, a tongue, but still it resisted.

            Until the tongue stopped jabbing and its action became one slow, gentle, wet push. In a circular motion it nudged cautiously against the tight puckered flesh of my hole, teasing it, tempting it to give in. My heart raced on, knowing that I wanted to give in but not knowing how to make my body obey. And then I stopped worrying. I realised that my body would obey, it had no choice but to give in to the tough, experienced action of the older body that controlled it. And once I realised that I felt my sphincter relax and his tongue slid into me.

            I couldn’t help but moan as I felt the heat and force of that tongue as it tickled my insides. Parts of me that had never been touched before reacted to his probing and sent signals to my brain. I pushed back, my body pushed back, of its own accord, wanting now to see what it felt like to have him reach further up into me. His stubble rubbed against me, between my arse and my balls and my flesh there burned red hot as it scraped. Above his hot mouth his moustache pricked at me and his nose dug into the top of my crack. And all the time his hands held my hips and his fingers plied at my inexperienced flesh.

            I don’t know how long he kept his tongue in me, how long he feasted on my innocent arse with his mouth, but I knew that I didn’t want him to stop. Not until my cock, now painful, had spat and emptied my balls. But his mouth released me and my hole contracted as his tongue slipped out. My insides felt wet, warm and for the first time I was aware of what lay within me. But the grip on my hips did not lessen. Instead it pulled me higher, lifting my arse up and towards the furriness of the man who knelt behind me.

            Up until I pressed against his hairy flesh and felt the downy hair of my arse tangle with the coarse fleece of the older man’s strong thighs. And then something was lying against my crack. Something solid, thick and awesome rested there. And something soft and large swung against my balls. I felt his balls touch mine, sending a sliver of electricity up and into my cock head. They felt so huge against me and I felt so inadequate, immature, inexperience. I did not know what to do but I knew that he did, and that was o.k. He would take care of me.

            Our balls rubbed together, his firming up while mine hung low and heavier with the juice that was gathering there. His hips circled, pressed and the solid shaft of meat that lay heavy against my arse slipped up and down through my crack. Each time it slipped a little lower and each time his thumbs pulled back on my cheeks, opening them a fraction further. Until I could feel his hard shaft press against my moist hole, teasing it as it slid over it, dragging his big balls with it until they brushed over my sphincter and his cock head dribbled dampness on the small of my back. And then down again until his balls rubbed against mine and the sticky, hot head of his cock touched my hole for the first time.

            His thumbs parted my cheeks, spreading them wider then ever before, and his hands gripped my hips with more force. His cock head pressed into my tight hole and I willed it to open up and allow this man inside. It resisted, he pressed harder, I felt his wet cock head open my hole a fraction. His cock felt like a steel bar as it pushed against my resistance. I tried to relax. He tried to enter. My arse resisted. But it lost the battle.

            With a gut wrenching, searing hot scream my sphincter was forced open and the thick mass of flesh pushed its way in. My hole tried to tighten but only made itself tighter for him. Now his head was in, there was no stopping him. My resistance spurned him on and he entered me with one slow, endless push that drove the wind from my lungs and the pain from my arse.

            I felt his balls bang up against mine and felt him rest there. My heart raced on my body adjusted to the pain. He took a pause; my breathing calmed and my muscles relaxed. All the way up inside of me I could feel the thick, pulsating shaft of the man’s cock and I gripped it, tightened my sphincter around it and then let it relax. Doing this gave me back some control and my body quickly learned that this was o.k. I didn’t need to resist anymore. He was in me and I was his.

            He started to draw it out of me, I felt his swollen head drag back along my insides, sliding along the lining until the ridge of the head pulled back against the inside of my sphincter. But there was no release, he did not leave. Instead he drove back down on me again, pushing himself back to the hilt and ramming against something inside of me that shot stabs of pleasure to my cock and made it jerk. And then he was pulling back again, all the time his strong hands held me around the waist and his powerful thumbs pummelled my soft cheeks. He thrust back in and his balls slapped up against mine with such force that I felt them bounce painfully. And the force of his thrust lifted up my hips, pressed my head deeper into the mattress.

            And then his hands moved. He had me pinned to the bed, my arse up in the air and my cock hanging free beneath. He grabbed my chest with both hands, gripping me in a bear hug from behind and, with a low growl, pulled me up and back into his lap.

            I could not control the noise I made then as I felt myself fall back, impaled on his spear of a cock as he sat me on him. It felt like his shaft would reach into my chest as I felt my arse spread wider and his cock buried itself deeper than it had so far. His arms wrapped around my chest and for the first time I opened my eyes. I saw his hairy forearms, thick with muscles, strong and dark. The hands that had held me were huge, fingers long and the skin rough. But they were protecting me. He rested me there, pressed me against his broad, hairy chest and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel his heart pound through his ribcage and knock against me, could feel his furry chest brush against the smoothness of my back and I felt safe.

            Safe enough to lift myself up until his cock was once again only just inside of me. And then I slid down on it, controlling the speed, letting myself get fucked at my own pace. Felt him enter all the way until my balls, tiny in comparison, were pushing down on his. And then I wriggled a little, with him buried inside me, squeezed my sphincter, learning how to give him pleasure before I lifted again, and then sat slowly down on that arse splitting tool and swallowing all of him inside me.

            He let me do this a few more times before he remembered he was in charge. He bent me back on the bed, on all fours and pulled himself right out of me without warning. My hole snapped shut and I gasped. Before I had a chance to realise what he was doing he had spun me around, dragged my legs over his and lifted me up. My cock rubbed against the hair on his chest and then his stomach as he held me beneath the arms, lowered me down until his cock head was touching my hole again. And then, as if he was simply putting me down, he slid me over his shaft. He continued to hold me under my arms as if I was a dummy and used all of my body to wank himself with. Lifting me up without effort and then dropping me sharply onto his cock. Each drop down sent a spurt of pleasure up inside me, made me grunt, made my balls slap against the thick bush of fur that matted at the base of his shaft. I had to hold onto him, my arms fell around his neck and I clawed at his iron-like shoulders. His hands slipped up and around my back so that we were hugging, and still he gripped me, slid his hands down to my hips again and lifted me from there.

            Lifted me up the full length of his shaft until his head was almost out of me. Then pushed me down again so that my insides were filled with his thick, swollen man cock, his huge head pushing against something inside of me that sent new sensations to my cock. My balls tightened further now, almost vanished inside of me as my cock started to itch deep down below. He lifted me, slammed me onto him, lifted, slammed, impaled me, faster and harder each time. I clung onto his back and smelled the sweat that now poured from him, felt his damp hairy chest slither against mine, felt his vice like grip on my waist as he pounded me. My knees gripped tighter around his solid body as I was slammed down onto him in a quickening rhythm.

            He grew even fatter inside of me, his cock threatened to rip my insides and he started to grunt. His face pressed into my shoulder, his nails digging into my sides. My cock rubbed against his bushy stomach, harder, rougher, getting sore, getting close. He lifted, pounded, and used my slight young body to wank his thick, dark cock. I clawed at his fur; he dug into my smooth skin as he slammed me down.

            And then he just held me there, pushed my hips down onto his lap, kept me there as my balls gave up and started to release the juice that they had been building up. His face pushed mine off his shoulder; he looked me in the eyes. His mouth clamped down against mine and he bit on my lips. His tongue forced its way into me as my cum forced its way out of me. I felt it slip through my cock and spurt out into the dark hairs on his stomach. I felt it jerk against his older flesh and splatter him. And, at the same time I felt his cock swell inside of me, well and then jerk. He grunted into my mouth, pressed me into him, grabbed my arse with both of his hands and pulled my arse cheeks so wide I could feel the skin stretch. His tongue thrashed around in my mouth and his cock exploded deep in my gut. A hot wave of cum hit me deep inside, I felt it sear against my flesh in there, it almost winded me. And then another, stretching my guts as it fought for space inside my tightly packed hole. I spurted onto his furry chest again, and he shot another load up my smooth insides. His hips convulsed, thrust up to me as another spurt splattered out and into me, and my balls spat out over him once more. I cried out, tears starting to drip from my screwed up eyes, I heard him growl, felt him shake as he pressed me down around he soaked cock that was blasting within. My grip on him tightened, I hugged him, felt the strength in his back as he jerked again and again.

            My insides burned with the heat form his juice and from the rough pounding he had given me. My cock still ached but it was empty now. It pressed against his wet, hairy stomach, spent and useless as his jerking subsided. His kisses became more gentle, his grunting calmed and our bodies started to relax.

            He held me. I kept my eyes closed. He lifted me gently from him and I could feel his juice seeping from my battered hole. He sat me down, pushed me gently back and stretched out my legs. I felt my cock fall soft and wet against my stomach, felt my balls, now emptied, slip back down to hang beneath. He took my ankles, turned me and returned me to my front.

            He ran a solid, rough palm across my arse cheeks, gripped one and shook it. Slapped it gently. And then I felt the tickle of his moustache as he kissed me there.

            And then he was gone. I felt a weight lift from the bed and heard a quick rustle of clothing, the clatter of a belt buckle and the soft shutting of the bedroom door.

            I lay there, drifting in and out of sleep. My arsehole burned and dribbled, my insides were wet, the flesh around my hips was sore and roughened and my cock head throbbed painfully. And the last sensation I remember before I drifted back to sleep was the brush of his moustache against my smooth cheek.

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The night I am going to tell you about changed my way
of looking at things and the way I think.

I got home as normal at 5:30 and before I took my coat
off got Rebel and took him for a walk in the local
park, if I was on my own I wouldn't do this, but I felt
perfectly safe when I was with Rebel because he was
very protective towards me.

When I got home I fed Rebel got out a microwave meal
and put it in the microwave to heat up, whilst it was
cooking I went and got a quick shower, when I was
soaping myself I rubbed the soap into my tits and
nipples loving the sensual feeling it gave me. I slid
my hands down my stomach and parting my legs gave my
pussy a good soaping paying special attention to my
clit. I put a finger up into my pussy and started to
finger myself.

I have always being highly sexed and missed having a
big cock in my tight pussy. Just thinking about it got
me horny so I pushed in another finger and started to
finger fuck myself, but just as I got going I heard the
microwave ping, so I got rinsed off and putting on a
silk bath robe went back into the kitchen. After eating
the meal and doing the dishes I decided to put on a
blue movie as I still felt the need to relieve the
sexual tension I had built up earlier in the shower.

When playing with myself I liked to dress sexily so I
put on a black silk Basque and a pair of black silk
knickers, I love the feeling of silk next to my skin
and to feel silk rubbing on my nipples is one of the
most erotic feelings I have ever had, I got out my two
favorite dildo's and went back into the room, got
myself a bottle of wine and sorted out a film to watch,
After turning the lights down low I got myself settled
on the sofa to watch the film.

The film started with two young girls meeting for the
first time in a bar, they got talking and after quite a
few drinks ended up going to one of the girls flats,
before long they where kissing each other and rubbing
each others tits through there blouses. I like lesbian
films I have never been with another woman, but have
always had a secret desire to do so.

As the two girls started to undress each other, I put
my hand onto my tit and caressed it gently loving the
feeling of the lace rubbing my nipples, it wasn't long
before my nipples where hard and very sensitive with
heightened the feelings I was getting, putting my other
hand on my pussy, I slid a finger in-between my lips
and rubbed it so I could feel the lace rubbing on my
clit, I could feel the juice leaking out of my pussy
and through my knickers.

The film was getting hot by now and one of the girls
was eating the others pussy, I love my pussy being
licked and my clit being nibbled whilst I was being
fingered, so watching this really got me hot. I pulled
off my knickers and opening my legs played with my clit
tweaking it making it become hard and sensitive I put
two fingers into my wet pussy working them in and out.
I then put them in my mouth and imagined it was some
other girls love juice I was tasting.

Then I got the smallest of my dildo's and pushed it
into my sopping wet fanny moving it in and out I was
that wet I could hear it squelching as it went in, I
pulled the top of my Basque down so that I could get to
my nipples and pulled them and nipped them as I fucked
myself. I took out the small dildo dropped it on the
floor and got the bigger one and pushed this into my
fanny.

Then something strange happened Rebel came across and
after sniffing the dildo started to lick it, I then had
a really dirty thought and pulled the dildo offered it
to Rebel he straight away came to me and started to
lick it, I moved it nearer to my pussy and Rebel
sniffed it and then started to lick me.

It was out of this world as his long tongue went right
into my fanny as he tried to get my love juice, I had
never felt anything like this and was moaning and
groaning with pleasure, it didn't take long before I
could feel myself start to quiver and the feeling in my
stomach as I started to cum I screamed that loud
because it was that intense it made Rebel stop, I
pulled him back and he carried on.

Looking down I could see Rebels cock was starting to
come out of its sheath, so I thought I would return the
favor and make him cum, so I gently got hold of his
cock and started to wank him like I would a bloke, it
didn't take long before all of his cock was out. It was
very big at least 10 inches long and I could only just
get my hand round it, whilst I was playing with his
cock it was leaking precum some of which went onto my
hand. I brought this to my mouth to see what it tasted
like, it tasted similar to a bloke put not as salty,
all the while I was playing with Rebel's cock he had
been licking out my pussy, and I wanted filling up
again.

Looking at the size of Rebel's cock I wondered whether
I could take something that big? I thought I would see
I had to have something in my pussy and what better
than a big cock. What difference did it make that it
was a dog's? Rebel wasn't going to brag to his mates
about like boys do was he.

I got hold of Rebels feet and lifted them up so they
where either side of my body and he was in between my
legs. I then slid my body down until I could feel his
cock on the inside of my thighs and putting my hand
down I positioned his massive cock at the entrance to
my wet pussy.

l could feel his pre cum leaking into my fanny it felt
so hot I nearly came but I wanted that cock inside
first, I pushed myself down some more and felt his cock
enter me, Rebel gave a push and my pussy stretched as
it slid in, it felt so big and it was so dirty having a
dog cock inside me, Rebel gave another push and I came
screaming and shouting for Rebel to fuck me hard with
that big dog cock, but he couldn't get it all in.

So I pushed him off, which he didn't like at all, I
then got on my knees on a cushion on the floor, Rebel
came up behind me and licked my fanny again, I felt so
horny and wanted his cock that I was shouting no REBEL
FUCK ME FUCK ME I don't suppose he understood but he
mounted me and I felt his cock stabbing my inner thigh
as he tried to find my cunt.

l put my hand back and guided his cock, this time he
didn't miss and I screamed as his cock pushed into my
cunt he then started to push it in and stretching
my fanny more than its ever been stretched before, I
wailed and moaned as I came again and my whole body was
trembling as I came, the feeling that this big cock was giving me  as I felt it spear into my fanny was fantastic.

Rebel was pounding me harder now and putting a hand
back I could feel his massive cock going in and out of
my fanny, the juice from both of us was running down my
legs there was so much, I screamed Rebel FUUUUCCKKKK   MMMEEEE  FFFUUUUCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMMEEEE and I came again I just couldn't seem to stop, I had never felt like this before, so filled with cock and satisfied.

I felt something stretching the entrance to my fanny
and putting my hand back and feeling Rebel's cock I
felt a lump about the size of a tennis ball at the end
of his cock, I thought that theres no way that will go
in, but Rebel gave a hard push and it went in causing
me to cum yet again.

l hope that nobody could hear me because I was shouting
and moaning with pleasure at the fucking Rebel was
giving me, he stopped ramming so hard now and I felt
his cock expand even more inside me. Rebel then howled
and I felt him cum in, me filling me up with his hot
cum. This made me cum again and I collapsed out of
exhaustion, but I was tied with Rebel and couldn't go
any where.

We stayed tied together for about 30 minutes until with
a loud plop Rebels massive cock went down enough for it
to come out. While I lay on the floor completely
exhausted Rebel licked my fanny until all the cum was
off, he then went to his bed and licked his cock clean.

l was so fucked that I just managed to get a shower
again, wash my very sore pussy and get into bed.
Thinking before I went to sleep that, "l have never
felt so satisfied," and from now on Rebel and me where
going to have a lot more nights like this.

END

She acted like nothing happened.pretended like everything was normal and turned and went into the bathroom.I needed to think what was i going to do .in one hand it turned me on watching her fuck someone else. she was always so shy and never showed her body dressed conservative long dresses if she wore a dress and shorts half way to her knees.this was all going to change.now i need to change her mind set and make where she wont fuck her own son anymore.i'm going to have fun with my wife i might even make her a slut but not with her son.i go to the bathroom and walk in. the shower was on and she was about to get in.her back was turned to me and i looked her up a down. her butt was sticking out and i sudenly remembered my plans for today was to fuck the hell out of her before ben scewed everything up.i said come in and sit. she started to turn but froze and stared straight ahead.i shut off the shower and stand and stare at her .her tits where sagging slightly but her nipples pointed upward alittle i reach over and sqeeze them making them hard.her pussy was nice and trimed. just a little patch of hair above her slit the rest was bald.i could see a little of ben cum running down her leg.i took a towel and wiped it off.i then instrucked her she would not fuck ben anymore. it was a mistake. you will feel guilty for it but never tell anyone.from now on when its just me and the boys home you will wear that see threw nighty at night around the house with no bra or panties it covers you enough and you and barely see anything thew it if the boys have friends stay over you can still wear it. you will dress more sexy from now on wear short shorts and miniskirts or what ever i tell you too from now on.you will let me fuck you any time any way i want with out asking.123 wake up.she woke up and turned to turn the shower on i grabed her around the waist and stuck my fingure up her and pulled her back sat her on the sink she didnt resist i took out my dick it was rock hard from all this control over her i slamed it between her legs her pussy was still wet from her earlier time so i slide all 7 inches in slaming her into the sink and mirror.i came alot filling her and shot some on her stomach i pulled out and had her lick me clean then i told her to take a shower.after she got out of the shower she dug out her black see through nighty and sliped it on. and we went to bed.the next morning ben went to school and shortly after that i saw are neighbor walking up to the house.he was alright for a neighbor i guess but was kinda noisy like some neighbors are.he was about 55 years old  a little over weight and bald.he came to the door wearing a tee shirt and sweat pants.Barb still just had on her black nighty i had her put a robe on over it and go tell him i was not home.in vite him in for a cup of coffee and  leave him in the kitchen. come back to me for a minuite.she went to the door and let him in he sat down at the kitchen table and she came down the hall to are room.i put her under and instrucked her to go back out and flirt a little with him let your robe fall open a little and after 5 min come back to me for a minuite.she walked down the hall as ahe did i peaked out the door.she got him a cup of coffee and sat down at the table accross from him. as she did her rob fell open. you could see her tits pointing out and he was just staring at them you could tell he was nervous but had trouble keeping his eyes off her body she stood up and went too the sink to do dishes as she did i could hear her talking to him about the weather and everything else neighbors talk about.she had her back to him and all he was doing was staring at her butt as it wiggled as she dried dishes a few times her robe rode up and you could see the bottom curve of her butt. i could see under the table his hand was tring to hide his erection.barb came down the hall to me i told her to seduce him anyway she wanted to and she left. when she got back in the kitchen she walked over to the laundry room and took off her robe and put it in the washer then turned wearing only her black nighty and came back over to the table. dave thats are nieghbors name had sweat beads on his for head. said he had work to do and better go barb walked over and stoped him and sat on his lap stradled him in one motion pulled her nighty off and stuck her tits in his face. then she reached down and freed his hard dick it was only about 6 inches but big around.she raised herself up and slowly sank it into her pussy. dave said nothiing as she started geting into rythem she kissed him full on the lips as she wigled her hips back and forth on him he came first and tried to pull out before he did she just wraped her legs around the chair and made him stay in her.he was sweating bad but barb was'nt done she got him up and took him in the bathroom  continue this storry later in part 3 hope you enjoy

 From quite a young age I noticed how men looked and treated my sisters in a sexual manner. I didn"t immitate this and didn"t even know it was sexual,but I did copy little things,like making my dresses rise showing right up to my knickers. I also kept a sharp eye on my tits and pussy because being a large family we girls top to tailed in the same bed and being older they had tits and pussy fur at varying stages of development.

 I had also noted that my brothers depending on age took quite a bit of notice of my knicker displays especially when I let part of my slice peek out. Originally an accident but I soon made this an intended activity. When this happened some of the older ones found a need to sit me on their laps. Although this was casually done, I got to noticing there was always a hardish bump in their trousers that I seemed to land on.

 Sometimes I was bounced up and down on more than one lap and it gave me a funny feeling if the bouncing pushed my knickers into my slice. I loved this attention and came to realise boys and later men were very attracted to me even though I was quite plain in my opinion. So way before even knowing Richard,I had the makings of a cock teaser,whatever that may be in mens minds.

 Yes me and my friends did flirt at the swimming pool,but we didn"t know that was cock teasing then. I kept secrets even then,what girl/woman doesn"t? Although a certain amount of nudity was inevitable with a lot living in one moderate house,with only a tin bath facility. My mother being victorian in more than just her breeding habits managed to arrange bathing of us reasonably private. The bath was in a dimly lit alcove out of site.

 This particular day I was at home with just me and mother. The tub was made ready and I had just stripped and got in. Just into my teens I had big tits for my age and a pussy bush I was very proud of. I was all grown up because my bush was more than my older stick insect sister. So I though anyway. I wasn"t over modest if someone got a look at it either,after all I"d been trying to show it even when it was as bold as a coot.

 I heard the front door go, it was never locked anyway,it would have cost to much for all to have a key I supposed. I took no notice and heard my uncle Rupert heading down the stairs to the basement living room. As he progressed he called out to my mother his sister. Mother was a compulsive gambler of horse racing,(only small bets mind) so uncle asked if she"d done any for todays racing? "No money" came her reply,"Got any picked out" says uncle going on, "I"ll give you ten bob if you want to do them" She was off.

 "Just dapping to the bookies Jackie,I wont be long. Jackies just having a bath Rup,she"ll make a cup of tea when she"s done wont you Jack" OK ma! I had been soaping my breasts for awhile as I liked the way the suds let my hands slip so easily over them and the coldness when they became wet made my nipples stand up. These I was equally proud of like my pubes because even then they were rather larger than my peers at school and I wanted lots of babies so they"d need them. I didn"t realise they had another attraction.

 Uncles head came round the corner just as I stood up to wash my slice. "You alright there?" Yes thank you unc, do you think I"m growing? He took the opportunity to come closer saying "I"ll do your back and bum if you like but don"t tell your mother mind" "Ok,that would be good my backs hard to do" I jumped as he touched me,his hands was freezing,but I became conscious of my oreoles crinkling up very tightly as forcing my nipples even higher. "Wow your hands are freezing. "Sorry let me put them in the bath and I"ll soap you up" His rough hands were like magic,the more he rubbed the bigger my goosebumps got.

 As he done my bum his face was near my ear and his hands were trembling. "Open your legs a bit so I can get right into your bum groove,but for gods sake don"t ever tell your mum. Are you liking me doing it?" Yes its so nice and it was! I suddenly realised one of his hands was now soaping under my tits and down across my belly. He rubbed back up under my tits as I noticed his breathing becoming more laboured. Then the hand was on and over both my tits. I wanted to tell him to stop now,but it felt so nice I said only, "Do you like how big they are?"

 "God yes, they"re bigger than some womens" His hand left my tits and was on my pubes now,going even farther down I felt a finger start to go through my slice while the hand at the back started in from there. The sensation was that I wanted to pee. "Stop,You"re making me want to pee!" Go on then I"ll wash your legs after. "No stop now mum will be back" OK, was it nice? "Yes,but it made my slice go all tingly" Yes it would,thats because you"re getting older,do you always bath about this time on this day? "Usually,why?"

 Oh I thought you might let me do it again for you. "I might,it was very nice with your rough hands" While talking I noticed uncles trouser front was tented and I realised it must be like I felt in my brothers when they bounced me. "I"ll just go out to the lavatory while you get dressed" but he stayed put as I got out and wiped. When I unwittingly bent over to wipe the lower part of my legs and again when I put each leg upon a low stool to wipe my foot, I heard him make a strange noise,like he was being strangled sort of. Immediately by,"Must go to the loo now,cant wait,be back in a minute"

 I dutifully made our cups of tea just as mother reappeared. "Everything alright?" Yeah I"ve just done the tea. Uncle just sat saying nothing, but his bump was gone.

 All for now!

 

I walked across the grass and stood over her, displaying shadow over her sun-streaked brown hair, and big smile. “are you going to stop there mom?”

 

“Oh hahaha. Naughty.” Her back arches again, and she reaches under her back to undo her bra, and then those wonderful c cup breasts are exposed once again to the sun. I got on my knees and started kissing her chest. “Oh help me! These jeans are too tight.”

 

In the living room I was welcomed with two wonderful sights. Betty and Jessie were blowing my father on the living room couch. As I could see Sarah bucking uptops Mike’s monster slong. “Guess I should take a bath.” I said walking backwards into the room.

 

“From you Sherri. Only if you’re planning to hold on me.” Zip. My boner flings and springs off my body. I pull my shirt off. Bare chested, my pants practically fall from me. Again on my knees I am kissing my mom’s chest, my boner pushes into her hip curve. She just laughs in fun and caresses her legs.

 

“Come on boy, we gotta get registered.” My father says stand over the two of us. Jessie and Betty stand naked next to him. I grin: I can’t wait!

 

We approach the main plantation house. A woman walked out in a grand dress.

“Oh, welcome back, The McMurphy family!” We all waved to Ms. Carry.

Ms. Carry is the owner of the plantation. Her great grand father was the one who bought the surrounding property to create what he called a ‘nursing Eden.’

 

Sarah runs up with her ass swinging  in the summer breeze, “I missed you!”

 

Ms. Cany hugged her deep and remarked how much she missed Sarah.

 

“My, my, how you still grow my girl!” Ms. Cany’s hand rubs over Sarah’s tit, and cups for the full weight.

 

“Where are we staying this year granny?”

 

“In the cabin right down the trail. Hearts content.”

“Ohh really!?”

 

“Yes my dear, the one with the five queen sized beds.”

 

Here she beckoned my father into sign the paperwork. I looked at the big naked Mike who was trailing behind us looking a bit nervous. I just winked. As Sarah ran into his arms and rubbed her pelvis up against his, “we get our own bed sweetie!”

 

“I’ll race you!” I say to Betty and Jessie.

 

Those two both take off in a flash, our naked feet slapping against mossed over pavement. I was so much faster than them so I would run up and pinch at their butts as they would giggle and try to run faster. Once down the path I could see our cabin. So I sprinted ahead and opened the unlocked door, shutting the screen door in their face I remarked,

 

“You know what happens to loser’s don’t you?”

 

“No!” they both shouted, “you cheated!”

 

“Cheated with my longer legs!? Bullshit.”

 

I opened the door and walked into the second bedroom.” I get the bed by the window!”

 

“That means we get the bed by the door.”

 

“What are you going to do about it?”

 

I then tackle Jessie. And push her back against her bed. “Stop bully!”

 

I kiss her neck and pull at her chest. I pull up so the soft side of my cock rests on her slit.  I start rubbing back and forth. “I win, turn over.” 

 

Jessie submits. This must be too much for Betty who starts to rub her clit, just standing there in front of the window staring as Jessie submits.

 

Jessie’s ass points out over the bed, as her tippy toes push up so she can meet me. I spit in my palm as I rub around her asshole.

“no not there!” Jessie remarks as I lean in. The tight border line. She moans. Betty climbs on the bed. At that moment Sherri and my Dad come in. Sherri comes into the room to see me humping Jessie from behind. She sits on the bed leaning up against the headboard and pulls Betty’s arm to the bed.

 

Betty rides up between Sherri’s legs.

“will you go down on mommy?”

“Betty just nods.”,

 

Sherri giggles and laughs as Betty plays with her trimmed cunt.

 

I pick up Jessie’s legs and start pushing into her, she moans ‘i-uh uh uh.’

 

“Hey Davis, how about you come here and keep mommy company?”

 

“Alright.” I said pulling out of Jessie’s abused bumbhole.

 

I sat down next to Sherri and kissed her on the neck and cheek, progressing to move down to her tits, I suppled her nipples and caressed her tummy.

 

“Alright Betty. That’s enough.” Betty peered upbetween Sherri’s legs.

 

I remember when Sherri used to be my babysitter, when she lived next door, before she married my dad. And she used to play around with me while my baby sisters were asleep.

 

“I’m ready Davis.”

 

“Alright mom.” I said as I got between her legs and lined up.  It slid in as wonderful as all the other times.

 

I would pull out all the way till my head would rub up against her clit. Then I would slam back in. Then I would just grab on by her tits. She would just scream

 

“Oh Davis, oh son. Oh fuck me, harder- harder.”

My dick would get harder and push up against her cirvex, I would slam harder and harder into it until I pushed my hand over her face, and screamed as I pumped harder and held deep.

 

“IM CUMING MOM.”

 

I stayed inside her for a few more minutes and kiss her tits. And looked up pleasingly into her big smile. Her freckled 28 year old face. “I love you.”

 

“I know you do!”

 

“Wanna take a shower?” I said picking my self up off top her.

 

“I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

 

“If you insist.” I said unbuttoning her jeans, unzipping to flesh, she went commando this day in anticipation- her trimmed bush was substantial under her zipper. I grabbed the pantline from her ass and pulled it around her curves. And there was my mom, naked under the Spanish moss, her legs spreading as I stood over her brown bush with little blonde streaks… “are you going to hide that boner from me Davis?” she smiles up from the long grass.