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Drunken Confidence With My Brother

So I’m going on a stream of consciousness thing again. You’re never truly prepared for what unfolds in unfamiliar situations, and last night didn’t really follow the roadmap I had planned out in my head.
First off, I really appreciate the comments and especially PMs from last time. A few of you were super helpful in helping me relax and figure out what kind of attitude to adopt about the situation. Also TIL about the formatting tools. I lurk Reddit more than post.
So Adam came home later in the night, sometime after dinner. Our parents were watching TV, and I was up in my room reading. He came up to drop his stuff off in his room then stopped by mine to say hi and tell me about the convention. It was only day one, but I don’t think he’s going back since he really only went to help his friend that time. He mentioned something about refusing to surrender to the overpriced junk food there then scurried off downstairs to heat up leftovers. Done with reading, I followed shortly after and joined my parents to finish their movie. Adam ultimately decided to eat upstairs in his room, and I got a little worried over if it meant anything.
I saw the movie to the end, and my parents stayed for a bit to watch the news then went to bed after. It was close to midnight by then. I turned down the TV volume and put something else on to watch. About 20 minutes in, I get a text from him. Watching the phone glow with his name gave me that horrible immediate sinking feeling of nervousness you sometimes get when suddenly facing something uncomfortable. To my surprise though he opened like it’d be any of our other conversations. TRANSCRIPT TIME YEAHH:
“So you’re not allowed to make this awkward. Just getting that one out there. And I’ll find some way to get you back”
What are you talking about, you ate upstairs dumbass
“Yeah I’ll be real, I was too caught up in this bitchin pesto tortellini to notice you had migrated”
Got me there.
“And you had me last night”
…Smooth?
“I ruminate for an hour on how to not make this awkward and hey here we are”
You only beat me to it. I’m just cool with you not hating me
“I could’ve nudged you away”
But you didn’t
“I only had one beer, officer”
The finest sampling of bullshit this side of the Mason-Dixon.
“Well regardless if it was right or wrong, I really don’t want things to become weird”
Then we agree on that. This is maybe TMI, but I haven’t had any in a while and I acted on an intoxicated impulse. Not fair to you.
“Honestly I figured but remember I didn’t nudge you away”
Why are we still texting?
I turned the TV off and made my way up to his room with my heart pounding. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with phone still in hand. I asked what he meant by getting me back, and he admitted he didn’t think that far when he sent that because of being so nervous. We laughed a bit at that and then I said, “And what about the right and wrong part?” He says that it felt wrong but like a burden was lifted at the same time. Like a curiosity stuck in the back of your brain that’s fulfilled and put to rest. I told him how guilty I felt about being the instigator, and he just reminded me yet again that he never resisted. The dreaded “well what next” moment now arrives, and we’re at a loss for where to drive the conversation.
Then he springs up from the bed and says (paraphrasing here), “Look, we don’t have to think too hard about this. Either we look back and laugh one day, or we let whatever it is run its course. Both routes are fine as long as we stay cool and avoid forcing it into something it’s not.” It really felt so simple the way he said it, and I was totally fine with the idea. I wondered if he actually was keeping the door open a little or just trying to be as chill about it as possible. I didn’t feel quite as daring as the night before to find out.
We hugged it out then he kicked me out the room so he could change for bed. I took a quick shower and started getting ready for bed myself. A friend began texting me, so I was wrapped in the towel sitting on the bed for awhile without a chance yet to get into the PJs. Adam unexpectedly walks in during this and freezes at the door. He instantly apologizes and only wanted to remind me to sort out the food for Saturday’s party. He apologized again for not knocking. I laughed awkwardly/embarrassed and said something about us being way past that point.
He came in the room and shot back, “Why didn’t you say so! I totally planned to shower earlier too before you thwarted me. Imagine the water we could’ve saved!” We laughed together and less awkwardly that time. But the implication was sorta hot, and suddenly I was feeling brave all over again. “So I guess that puts a new option on the table,” I told him. Then I reached out and ninja-squeezed his dick over his boxers. He looked very surprised and caught off guard at first but quickly turned sly when he retorted, “So the word is given”. I roll my eyes at him and thank him for helping me feel like less of an ass about everything. He says innocently, “You joking? I have no idea what I’m doing here. I’m still hazy on whether I can ethically enjoy that blowjob or not.”
Whether he’s aware or not, this man is now successfully charming the pants off of me. It felt unreal talking candidly about blowjobs with Adam, but the fact that it was MY deed was turning me on, and something out of my gut lifted my hand towards his boxers again. This time my grasp lingered a bit. “Everything’s cool if two attractive adults remember to stay cool about it,” I reminded him. Adam looked incredulous and excited at the same time, not sure how to word that better.
I could tell he was lost on exactly what to do next, and I felt like I was supposed to followup with, well something/anything, so I just started rubbing. I don’t know, I’m winging it at this point. He got insta-hard and the boxers got tight. I moved faster, and he reacted with a soft grunt. This is really happening again. We’re not even being alcoholics. I looked up and saw his eyes were closed, and he reached out and grabbed the back of my head by my still damp hair. Goddamn, if he knew what that does to me.
I stood up to get closer and continued stroking from outside the boxers. He let out a sigh and rested his chin on my shoulder while still holding my hair. I slightly picked up speed and he responded by kissing my neck very passionately. He just dove in there. It felt so amazing, definitely a critical weakness of mine. Still kissing, his other hand traveled up my hip under the towel and went around to my ass. He pulled a cheek to the side and squeezed, and it was my turn to let out a moan. I was on the edge of taking his hard cock out of those boxers, when he pulled my head away and shot a load before I had the chance. I kept stroking the now-soaked boxers, which made the whole thing even hotter to me.
We were soon feeling exhausted and starting to get a grip on what just happened. I tell him I should go to bed now that he’s taken care of and kissed him on the cheek. But Adam decides to go ahead and drop this nugget: “Do you remember me spooning you last night?” I didn’t. “After you fell back asleep, you flipped over and pushed against me, like pretty hard.” I asked if that weirded him out and he said no, that it actually felt nice. He wondered if we could do it again. I’m like, sure but let’s go to your room so your TV can be an excuse if we’re found in there tomorrow morning. He said either way he was hoping I stayed in the towel. Well the towel’s damp, so that doesn’t work. And we’ll have to be extra careful. I took him by the hand and we went to his room, where I got in bed and under the covers. He took his t-shirt off, and I untied my towel and moved it out from the covers to the floor. Adam climbed in bed and spooned me with his hand up to my chest and our legs kinda tangled. I pressed my ass against his wet shorts and we fell asleep like right away.
This morning we got up early enough to not worry about someone coming upstairs. He left bed to shower, and I waited a minute before going to my room to put on PJs. We’re both off of work, so it’s been a lazy day so far. Mom and dad are going to be around so Adam and I haven’t addressed anything yet today. As some of you suggest, it’s probably better that we let this stuff play out as natural as possible anyway. So here I am taking the time to chronicle the adventures we are apparently now having. Going to grab some of that bitchin’ pesto tortellini out of the fridge in a hot minute.
tl;dr — Turns out my brother enjoys blowjobs, and I like being the one to get my brother off. Who knew? Then we cuddled and everything was sunshine and roses. Not much to complain about so far as everything went better than expected from literally every angle.

I cum inside my Aunt

It all happened when my Aunt came over to our place. I was 18 and she was, i think, 37. She was, and still is, one of the hottest women I’ve had fantasies about and think of when I jerk off. Beautiful face, pillowy breasts and pleasantly curvy figure. No playboy model can ever fill her spot for me.
So she came to our house and was chatting with my family. Her skin was so smooth and she had this arousing body shape. I just kept looking at her breasts throughout the time she was talking to the rest of my family in the living room. It brought back all those memories when I was sent to her home during vacations FOR TWO MONTHS. Those days were the days that mark my teenage. Those times when I jack off while kissing her bra in the hot bathroom as she knocks the door to say “It’s been long. Come out for breakfast” are the days that are vivid in my memory. I remember once getting a boner in front of her when she and I were alone; I might have been 15 by then and she was all sweaty from the cleaning, posing mammoth cleavages and visible nipples. Oh, those boobelicious days.
All right, cut to present; I leave the living room since I risk me being caught staring at her breasts with a heavily visible boner inside my pants. I get inside my room and lock the door. My room was on the ground floor and hence my door opens to the living room. Now I sit down near my locked door and peep through the gap between the door (my room’s door was french door- which opens in the middle). I can see my Aunt sitting on the cushion and most importantly, I can see her round buffy breasts. I drop down my pants, face pressed against the door and start fapping. Oh, that pleasure I got from that peep-fap.
Now, the reason my Aunt was on town was to visit her new house that was under construction and see how things were going and she wanted someone to go with. Me, being the boy who always have to ‘assist’ the elders, was immediately assigned the job of accompanying her. My just-fapped dick immediately shot up again.
All the while she was driving me there, I didn’t even try to hide my boner. I know she saw it but there was no point in hiding it from her anymore, I thought. GO BIG OR GO HOME. We reached the new house after an hour’s drive. It was a place which was pretty much deserted except for a few other new houses. No wonder because this place was far away from the town. We got there by 2 in the noon with high sun. There were some 4 or 5 workers- painters and an electrician. She walked around the house surveying the place while I followed her close behind her ass with a boner waiting to get in. The workers soon had to leave for lunch but we couldn’t since she wanted to speak about some issues to a guy who apparently would come after some hours. So, now it was me and her all alone in a house smelling of paint and new furniture. She was still exploring the rooms with me behind her ass waiting to rip her undies. Then she finally enters the bedroom and my dick was on its peak – it made zero sense to even wear pants. The plastic cover of the mattress hasn’t been removed yet and the room smelled of fresh coat of paint. She now says that she’s gonna get some sleep for a while and then laid on the bed. I wanted to jump in with her that very moment; She had seen my erection, she knows my intention, what am I waiting for? But I held myself back. The dick, hard and waiting.
She was fast asleep, at least I think, and I’m sitting in front of her and watching her sleep. The round breasts expand and shrink as she takes each breath. I couldn’t resist myself anymore. I took out my phone and went near her silently. Making sure the flash and the shutter sounds are turned off, I take pictures of her boobs; her cleavage; her round ass; all while making sure she’s still asleep. I quietly slip into the bathroom (It opens from the bedroom and still had a lot of work to be done on) and drop my pants. I open the images I just clicked and start fapping. The thrill of doing it in a new house knowing that you’re the first one to fap here added to the fact that I’m fapping to my Aunt who’s sleeping a few feet away gave me the hardest erection as I started fapping with one hand quickly swapping the pictures of her boobs and ass back and forth. This rush was what made me oblivious of the sound of my Aunt waking up. I realized she was up only when she knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you in there?”, she said. Now that was the tipping point. I couldn’t resist it any longer. I throw open the door, me completely naked with a total hard-on and she immediately knew what was gonna happen. I pushed her on the bed and she had zero protest about it. Then I climbed on her but she pushes me to the bed and she climbs on top. Now this was not planned and I’ve never done this before. I pull her by the hip and start kissing her. I can sense her passion. I couldn’t wait anymore to drink her milk so I try to rip her clothing. But she stops me and removed it for me. Oh, those breasts of my dreams. I finally suck her nipples good and with a good deal of sucking, out came the milk. I drank, drank and drank as she removed her panties. I had no condom (Who would guess this would happen?) and I was pretty nervous about this. But the GO BIG or GO HOME attitude came rushing back as I pushed her on the bed and inserted my dick. Oh goodness, this was what it feels like. I kept going at it in a rapid pace, all thanks to my history of porn and her moaning was pretty much loud. I had zero worries on what would happen next. I just kept on going until I realize that I had actually came. I came inside my own Aunt; loads. The Come was pretty large in volume that my dick came out all slimy. I laid on top of her and rubbed my slime at her stomach as I kissed her, using as much tongue as possible. I didn’t want to finish that kiss at all. It lasted for almost what seemed like twenty minutes. Once I was done, I laid myself on her but to my surprise, she pushes me aside and goes to the bathroom. It took some four minutes and she comes out all dressed as before and dressing her hair. I thought of saying something but I got too nervous seeing her in clothes while I was lying naked on the plastic cover of the new mattress, all covered with come. The room smelled extraordinarily of come while her expressionless face was making me guiltier every second. She then says “Go get dressed, I’ll drop you home”. Right at that moment, I was scared to death to hear the word ‘home’ come out of her mouth. I got myself to get out of the bed and she walked away to the living room. All the time I took when putting on my clothes, I was thinking of some convincing story I could say to my parents if she confronted me. I’d sweat my clothes almost completely and my hands were slightly shivering as I walked out of the house. She was inside the car, looking at her face in the rear-view mirror and adjusting her hair. I step in and close the door. She started the car and it was almost dead silence till we reached home. We didn’t speak a word. Once we pulled up on our driveway, I was too reluctant to even open the door. I rattled my brain so hard to say something but nothing came. I was sitting there still as she bends in front of me. I froze that very moment. But she was only opening my door for me. I looked at her eyes as she slid back. It showed her battling guilt with her forced indifference. I stepped out and almost immediately she drove away. I stood there with a heavy heart and slimy penis sticking to my underwear. My guilt had descended into my stomach. I ring the bell to my house and my mom opens it. She realized that I was alone and asked “Where’s [Aunt]?”. I didn’t even think and just blurted out “yeah, she had something that.. she left because something had.. come up. She got a call and she had to leave soon”. My mom said she’ll call her to check if something’s wrong and I quickly went inside my room to avoid having to hear the conversation. I threw myself on my bed and buried my face on the pillow. All that came to my mind was the look on her eyes when she dropped me off. The guilt coming down hard.
It has been almost three years now and me and my aunt have never met eyes, leave alone speak. Even when her name comes up, I feel uncomfortable. The guilt is still pretty hard on me but it’s gonna be vivid on my memory forever because I lost my virginity to my beautiful aunt.

Seeing my stepdaughter as a woman

I had just given my stepdaughter Paula a backrub, and I know she had felt my hard penis pressing against her hand as she laid her head on my lap, and she seemed to have really, really enjoyed her backrub. The last thing I had said to her the night before was that I was just going to do laundry the next day.
I woke up last, my wife Jeri had left for work early. Paula had school and work, so by the time I got out of bed around 9AM, the house was empty. After brewing a pot of God’s nectar, and sipping on my first cup of the greatness that is coffee, my thoughts turned to last night’s episode. I sat at the kitchen table with my mug, and replayed everything over in my head. What was I doing? What if I am totally misreading the situation? If I am, then what, and even more importantly, if I am not misreading it, what do I about it, and what do I WANT to do about it? I pondered everything for a while, considering the consequences of action, considering lust vs love, betrayal vs trust, physical affection vs sexual contact.
I poured a second cup of glory, and knew in my head that the fact that I was even having to think about it, it was wrong. Yes, my body felt different, and my heart felt an attraction and a love on top of the physical lust of the body, but logically I knew this could never happen, for the good of everyone. That being decided, I got up and started to get motivated. I needed to get some laundry done, hit the store, maybe go work out, and plan for dinner. I checked the fridge and freezer for dinner options, and made a list of things for the store. Time for laundry!
I go to my closet to get my laundry basket (I do my own laundry – I don’t trust anyone else not to shrink or ruin my clothes, a leftover habit from my mom. Thanks, Mom!) and notice the door is not closed all the way. That’s odd. I remember tossing my soiled shirt from last night on the top of the pile in the basket, and closing the door before heading to bed last night. The first thing I notice is that shirt is now balled up, and laying on the floor next to the basket. My mind notes, “that’s weird, must have rolled off the top somehow” and I reach down to pick it up and put it back on top. As I lift the shirt, I notice a movement of something pink drop out of the shirt. A pair of panties. I also smell the aroma of Paula’s perfume on my shirt. Well, I WAS giving her a backrub last night, but this seems too fresh and strong to be just a residual from that event 12 hours ago. My mind races in confusion as I reach down with my left hand to pick up the panties. I life them, like any red-blooded male, towards my face, and my nostrils pick up an entirely different aroma. “Oh God,” I think. “No way…” I inhale deeply through my nose. Way.
All of the previous hour’s logical thinking went out the window, as my brain took a completely different path from logic. For one, there is no misreading this situation. Paula is definitely offering or enticing my arousal, for what end I have no idea. Playing or learning sexual advances safely? Testing her limits with me? Is she just fantasy playing? Is she interested in a full sexual relationship, or is it just a teasing, “look but don’t touch too much” fun thing? Or, is she trying to exert control over me by using my arousal for her against me or her mom, or both? At the same time, I am thinking how to respond to this situation. Do I “play” back? Either by washing them and give them to her saying, “these smelled a little dirty, so I washed them for you” or by returning them without washing, and leaving a “present” of my own on them? Or just wash them and tell her, “I think you left these in the dryer” as if it never happened? She wouldn’t have put them there if she wanted the third option, and my mind was telling me to respond and see where it goes. After all, it’s just clothing. That’s what I tell myself. As much as I wanted to leave her a “present”, I needed to get some stuff done today, and masturbating into Paula’s panties probably wasn’t the most productive way to spend my morning. I put a load into the washer, changed into gym clothes, hit the gym and ran for about 30 minutes. I hit the grocery store on the way home, and picked up a few things for dinner. I got home, moved the clothes into the dryer, and threw in the second load, put away the groceries, and flipped on the tube while I waited for the washer to stop so I could use the shower without competing for water pressure. The joys of older houses.
After showering, I chilled for a few hours, trying to think of all the ways I could say the right thing to Paula when she got home, without being overly creepy, but more playful. I reconsidered my actions a few hundred times, and figured I would probably chicken out when faced with it, anyways, so stopped worrying. I began to prep dinner, and still had the laundry folded on the kitchen table when Paula got home.
“Hi Daddy!” she smiled at me in the kitchen as she came in from the side door off the driveway. I smiled back, “Hiya, Dear! Good day?”
“It was OK,” she responded. “A little stressful, not too bad, though!” I saw her eyes look over to the table and see the folded clothes there. I thought I saw a flash of fear or uncertainty in her eyes. Now or never, I suppose.
“Hey, Paula! Come here for a second, would you?”
“Uh, yes?” she said.
I walked over to the pile of folded clothes. I picked up the pink panties off the top of my soiled shirt, which I had purposely left on top of the pile. “I found these, and I, um, they seemed, um, like…” I fumbled for thought and breath at the same time. Relax! “Yeah, I found these,” I started over, “and they seemed like they might not have been washed, they, uh, smelled like they had possibly been worn, so I washed them for you,” and handed them to her, watching her reaction the entire time. My heart was beating a hundred beats a minute as I attempted to stay calm and cool. She just looked at me, trying to interpret what I was saying, and then after a brief moment, her eyes widened a little and she smiled. “Thanks, Daddy!” and practically bounced over to give me a big hug. “You’re so sweet!” she said, smiling up at me, almost beaming, and then bounded away to her room, panties in hand. God I loved watching her leave as much as I loved watching her come towards me.
Jeri came home, we finished eating, and put every away. Paula was either in her room or out watching TV. I used the time doing dishes and cleaning up after dinner to get a little frisky with the wife, grabbing her ass as we passed, steal a kiss, hug her from behind, pressing tightly, all the things we do to announce our intentions and advances. “Stop it!” she giggled, “later!” slapping my hands playfully when they roamed up to her breasts during a behind the back hug.
We all sat down and watched TV, that terrible new remake of an 80’s show that wasn’t all that great back then. Sorry to say, it’s even more ridiculous now then it was back then. My wife looks at me and announces she’s going to hit the hay. “I’ll join you,” I said. “I had a long day.” I could see Paula look a bit disappointed, as she was dressed a little revealingly, a halter top that was a bit too small, and shorts that were very loose, so when she lifted her knees, they flopped open to reveal her upper thigh and hips. I assumed that was for me, and it was tempting, for sure. I hear my wife leave the bathroom and head into bed, so I tell Paula, “Good night, dear! I’m going in with your mom. You looked really nice tonight”, I tell her and give her a small wink and a smile.
I follow Jeri into our bedroom, and as I turn to close the door, I have a thought in my head about the times Paula would “catch us” in the act. I turned out the light, closed the door most of the way, but not all the way until it latched, enough to ensure that the light from the hallway wouldn’t make it noticeable that it wasn’t closed all the way, but that anyone in the hallway would see that it wasn’t closed.
Jeri and I went through our basic routine of foreplay, where I come up behind her on the bed, move her hair, kiss her neck as I rub her shoulders for a minute, then proceed to kiss her fully on the mouth, and move my hands to her full breasts. As we progress down to handling each other’s lower parts, I position her so that I am facing the door, and she is facing away, or my body is blocking her view of the door when she is facing the doorway. I see the hallway light turn off, and keep one eye on my business at hand and one eye on the doorway. The TV is on, throwing shadows, so when I thought for sure the door moved a bit, it might have been a shadow. Either way, like a peacock, I began strutting my stuff sexually, so to speak, performing for an audience that I don’t even know is there, but I hope is there, watching me. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but I have also never sniffed my stepdaughter’s panties before today, either, so I guess new things are happening all the time.
I bring my wife to orgasm, and thinking about both her and an audience, I a little more vocally than normal, have my own eruption, deep inside my wife, as she gasps and I grunt my appreciation. She looks me in the eye as we have the post-coitus glow moment, and asks me, “You sure have been pretty horny lately. What is causing that?”
“I don’t kn, uh, you’re just so beautiful” I stammer out. She smiles. “I’m sure.” I lean down, kiss her and get up to go get a towel. Again, the TV was on, but I thought for sure I heard rustling by the door. I definitely heard the closing of either Paula’s or the bathroom door out in the hallway.
“Maybe you should close the door all the way shut next time.” I hear Jeri’s voice say from behind me on the bed. I close the door and turn back.

Our Family Story 3

Saturday morning I woke up about 7am. I was laying in bed checking the news on my phone. Sarah was still asleep next to me. The bedroom door flys open, Kelly and Lexi come running in and jump on the bed. They were standing up, and jumping around, arms and tits bouncing everywhere. Sarah pulled the covers over her head and said, “It’s not Christmas. Go away.”
Kelly said, “We need dad to make coffee.” Lexi added, “And Pancakes.” I replied, “Okay okay, I’m getting up. How about you two go downstairs and make me a Bloody Mary.” They ran out of the room.. When I got downstairs, I saw that the boys were already up.
They had all been up for an hour our so. Lexi was laying between the boys playing video games, while Kelly made five Bloody Marys. They all had one, and one for me. I went in the kitchen, made coffee, and got out everything I needed for breakfast.
The girls followed me into the kitchen and, informed me I was making pancakes, eggs, sausage, and sausage gravy to go over the biscuits. I told Lexi, “Go wake up your dad, and tell him to get his ass in here to help me.” They ran out of the kitchen.
I looked in at Jason and Brandon, and asked, “Holy hell. What got into those two this morning?” Jason replied, “They’ve been high energy all morning.” I pointed at Jason, and then Brandon, and said, “You two need to fuck them, and get them calmed down.” Jason replied, “That might make it worse.” Brandon said, “Maybe after breakfast.”
Randy staggered into the kitchen, and asked, “What are we doing?” I replied, “Drinking Bloody Marys, and making breakfast.” Kelly said, “We’re out of Zing Zang.”
I asked, “Did you look in the far right cabinet under the bar?” The girls ran out of the kitchen again. I asked, to no one in particular, “Are they fucking running everywhere today?” I heard the boys laugh. Randy had a confused look on his face.
The girls came back in with Randy’s drink, and were giggling about something. I didn’t ask what it was. Randy and I started making breakfast. About a half hour later, Sarah came in the kitchen to get coffee. She asked, “Have you two seen what’s going on in the other room?”
Randy and I both went to take a look. The girls were on top of Jason and Brandon 69’ing. Kelly was on Jason, Lexi was on Brandon. We watched for a second, and then went back to making breakfast. I said, “Maybe that will calm them the fuck down.” Sarah raised an eyebrow at me. I explained the girls were full of energy this morning. Running everywhere they went.
When breakfast was done, I hollered “Breakfast is ready.” Sarah, Randy, and I sat down at the table, the kids didn’t come in. “I hollered, “Hey! Breakfast. I’m not calling you a third time.” The girls came in giggling. The boys came in with their hard ons bobbing in front of them. Sarah started laughing, and said, “You two boys are going to be hard all day.” Kelly replied, “That’s the plan.”
We finished breakfast, and cleaned everything up. The girls decided they needed to be clean shaved, and hit the showers. Sarah did the same. The boys and I figured we would have to wait a little while for the water to heat back up after the girls were done.
Randy and I played a game of 9-ball, the boys were sitting at the bar watching. I sang, “Four naked dudes sitting in a room….” (To the tune of blank and blank sitting in a tree….) They all started laughing. Randy said, “Ya, this isn’t weird at all.” Then added. “It’s crazy how comfortable you all are with each other.”
I replied, “Well, we have known each other a long time.” Randy said, “Duh, I know, but we look in the other room, and the boys are laying on the floor, with the girls on top of them. One of whom is my daughter. For anyone else, it would be a huge shock. Like oh my God! If we told anyone, they wouldn’t believe it. But, for you guys it’s just……..Saturday morning. Let’s make breakfast. I’m still amazed. It’s unbelievable, and even more unbelievable that Lexi and I are a part of it.”
I said, “If you start singing kumbaya, I’m going to fucking hit you with this pool stick.” Randy replied, “Okay okay. I’m just still amazed by all this. That’s all.”
Brandon said, “All I know is, I was about two seconds away from cumming, when dad yelled breakfast was ready. I’m still waiting.” Randy chuckled, and said, “You poor guy. I’m sure the girls will make you cum plenty of times today.” I replied, “I think that was a hint for Jason.”
Randy just looked at me like, what does that mean? I said, “Jason likes to help his brother out orally.” Randy got a huge grin on his face, and said, “No shit? And, that’s ok with everyone? The whole bi thing?” Jason said, “Just orally, nothing else.” Randy replied, “That’s fucking awesome man.” He was still grinning. We were all looking at him.
Randy paused, and then said, “I would love to see that.” Brandon moved from the bar stool to a regular chair. Jason got on his knees in front of him, and started sucking. Jason had a hold of Brandon’s balls, and was licking and sucking on his cock, giving a show like Sarah does.
Randy was leaning back against the pool table watching, and saying, “Oh wow. That’s awesome. Man that looks good. Looks like Jason is good at this.” I was watching Randy more than I was watching the boys. Randy’s dick was growing hard.
Then we heard, “Oh shit! Ewwwww gross!” We turned and there was Lexi with a horrified look on her face. Kelly was coming in behind her, and asked, “What? What?” Lexi said, “Jason was sucking Brandon’s dick. That’s fucking gross!”
Kelly drug Lexi in to the other room, and all we heard was Kelly saying, “You suck dick and have no problem eating my pussy, but you see a guy sucking a dick and it’s fucking gross? Just because you’ve never seen it, and were shocked, doesn’t mean you get to freak out. Jason sucking Brandon is no different than me, you, or my mom sucking Brandon, just like you, me, and my mom eating pussy. Grow the fuck up Lexi.”
Lexi said, “Okay okay, shit. I’m sorry. Oh God. What am I supposed to do?” Kelly said, “Go in there, get on your knees next to Jason, and help him suck Brandon’s cock. Fucking Go!…..Now!!” Then we heard a slap noise.
Jason quickly went back to sucking Brandon. Lexi came in followed by Kelly, got down next to Jason, and Jason held Brandon’s cock for her as she took it in her mouth. Lexi’s ass had a red hand print from Kelly swatting her. Kelly stood next to me. Randy and I both looked at each other for a second. I said, “That just fucking happened, and now this is happening.” Randy nodded his head.
We watched Jason and Lexi continue to work on Brandon’s cock, taking turns sucking on it and kissing in between. It was a pretty hot thing to watch. Brandon came, but it wasn’t a huge load since he came a couple times the night before. Lexi got the load, but shared it with Jason in a kiss.
When Jason and Lexi stood up, Kelly grabbed Lexi and hugged her. Kelly said, “See, not gross like you thought huh?” Lexi replied, “No, it wasn’t.” The kids all went to the other room, leaving Randy and I in the game room. Randy said, “Holy shit dude.”
I chuckled. “Right?” Randy replied, “Kelly’s a bad ass.” I said, “You have no fucking idea.” Randy sat there looking at me for a minute, then said, “So… is Jason the only one? Or, you and Brandon too?”
I explained, “Brandon isn’t into giving oral, but likes Jason to suck him. They used to trade hand jobs. Jason liked making Brandon cum, more than getting a hand job from him. They would trade hand jobs while looking at Sarah’s a Kelly’s picture books.”
Randy nodded his head, and asked, “And, you?” I replied. “Don’t really consider myself bi, but you know I will kiss Sarah with a mouthful, or eat her cream pie. I have sucked Jason, at Sarah’s direction, only once in a swinging situation, but that’s it. Just oral, never anything else.”
Randy just sat there looking at me. I finally asked, “What?” He replied. “I use to watch a lot of bi porn with MMF threesomes where the guys sucked each other. I’ve always wondered what it was like to suck someone, but never had the chance to find out.”
I was still leaning against the pool table. I said, “Well hell, let me help you out my friend. I wouldn’t want you to go through life feeling like you missed out.” Randy chuckled, and said, “Ya. Okay.” I replied, “Suck my dick Randy.”
Randy slowly got down in front of me. Grabbed my balls and the base of my cock. He looked at my dick like he was thinking about it for a little while. Then he proceeded to give me a horrible blow job. I stopped him and said, “If you really want to do that, you need to ask Sarah to show you.” Randy said, “Okay, maybe I will”
Kelly and Lexi were the only ones in the family room, the boys were taking showers. Randy and I went upstairs. He went in the guest room, I went in the bedroom. Sarah was laying on the bed talking on the phone. She was already showered and had her hair done. I took a quick shower.
When I was out, Sarah was just getting off the phone. I filled her in on the events, including Lexi’s freak out, and the new discovery about Randy. Sarah said, “Jesus. We’ve opened a whole new interesting can of worms.”
Sarah then told me she had an idea of taking the girls for manicures and pedicures, and then shopping for show off outfits. All for us guys to take them out to dinner that night. I said, “It sounds like this weekend is going to cost me a lot of money.” Sarah smiled, and said, “Yes it is, but me and the girls are so worth it.” I kissed her, and replied, “You definitely are.”
For the next few hours, the girls were gone getting their nails done and shopping. The clothes they wore to the mall, were planned for showing off in. Skirts and button down blouses. No Bras. The guys were sitting around, still nude, watching whatever sports we could find. I was hoping the girls would be needing to be fucked after showing off, flirting, and maybe flashing guys at the mall.
I was right. They came in full of laughter, and ready to fuck. They dropped all of their bags at the bottom of the stairs, and joined us in the family room. Sarah stripped naked and sat in my lap. Lexi and Kelly got naked also, and started telling us stories.
After their nails were done, they went to the mall with the plan of going to Victoria Secrets, and Fredrick’s of Hollywood. They wondered in and out of a few stores, and catching the eyes of a few guys. They had the attention of one middle aged guy that was waiting outside a fitting room, holding his wife’s purse.
As they were walking around the clothes racks. Sarah undid a button on her blouse. It was only buttoned up to right below her tits to begin with. She was standing there looking at clothes, and playing with the next button. She had the guy’s full attention. Then she looked right at the guy and undid the next button. The guy grinned from ear to ear. Sarah opened her top, and quickly showed him both tits. She buttoned the two buttons as they walked away. The girls were laughing. Sarah told them, “That guy now has a story to tell.”
As they went around the mall Sarah told them some of her tricks, like playing with her buttons. She told them that if you start playing with a button in front of a guy. They will be staring, and hoping, it comes undone. Almost willing it to happen. You can almost hear them begging, “Please.” Same thing when playing with the hem of your skirt, or bikini strings. Most men are dying for something to happen, hoping to get a look.
They found matching, low cut, short dresses, for all three of them, and then went looking for shoes. That started the panty flashing for the guys in the shoe stores. All three of them were getting shoes put on their feet with open legs in their short skirts.
As the girls started telling the stories, they were standing up, and mostly telling Randy and the boys. Sarah was sitting sideways on my lap. I slid my hand between her legs. When my fingers touched the wetness of her pussy, she smiled at me. I knew she would be wet.
Flashing and showing off, has always been a huge turn on for her. She loves it. And, now that Kelly is getting involved and liking it also, mom and daughter can have a lot of fun. Of course having Lexi with them is fun as well, but I could see Sarah’s wheels turning, and feel the wetness of her pussy, as she watched and listened to Kelly.
I dipped my finger fully into her wetness, and started twirling my finger tip around her clit. Every once in while I would dip inside her pussy to keep it wet. After a few minutes, Sarah laid her head back against me, and said, “Mmmm.” Kelly and Lexi both looked over at her. I dipped my finger in her pussy, and went after her clit to make her cum.
The girls stopped talking. Sarah had her eyes closed. I said, “She has always gotten so turned on by showing off her tits or pussy. You should have her tell you about some of the times she’s giving me head in public, or we had sex, like on a beach.” Sarah started cumming.
After Sarah’s orgasm, Kelly said, “You’ve given dad head in public? Other than road head?” Sarah replied, “Yes, you know we’ve done it in movie theaters. There’s also been times in parks, on beaches, truck stops, at concerts, once in a bar. We fucked in a church once also.” Kelly said, “Holy shit mom. You’re crazy.” Sarah laid her head back again as I rubbed her clit through another orgasm.
Sarah turned and slid off me. She ended up on her knees in front of me. She look over at Randy and said, “Randy come fuck me.” Then she took my hard cock in her mouth and started sucking. She had her knees spread, back arched, with her ass up in the air. Randy got behind her, and started fucking her pussy.
Kelly straddled Brandon, facing him, and started riding his cock. Lexi did the same with Jason. The girls rode Brandon and Jason until they both came. Randy unloaded inside Sarah. When Randy pulled out, I pointed at him, and then pointed at my dick. He looked at me for a second.
I did it again. He looked over at Lexi, but Lexi was busy making out with Jason. Randy moved in next to Sarah. She was more than willing to share, and teach. Randy just started doing whatever Sarah did. After a little while, Lexi realized what was going on. She and Kelly moved next to us. I was sitting in my recliner, Sarah and Randy in front of me, Kelly and Lexi on the sides. The girls were up on their knees, with their elbows on the armrests.
Sarah was sucking me good, getting me close to cumming, then she would let Randy have my cock. When he didn’t get me to cum, Sarah took it again. Every time I was getting close, I would tap her elbow without anyone seeing. The third time we did this, I was right on the edge, Sarah pulled back, Randy took me full in his mouth, and I unloaded.
Randy choked, and started coughing. He gagged once, and ran to the bathroom. Lexi went with him, laughing her ass off. Randy was okay, but there was a lot of spitting and gargling going on. When he came back, I said, “Dude, you alright?” Randy replied, “Yes, I wasn’t expecting that.” I laughed, and asked, “What the fuck did you think was going to happen?”
The girls decided we were going to a place called BJ’s Brewhouse for dinner. It’s outside the shopping mall. The girls planned for us to park on the opposite side of the mall, and walk through the mall to the restaurant. We all started getting ready. The guys were ready first, and waiting downstairs. I called ahead to get seating for seven.
The girls came down stairs, in short, black, button down, sweater dresses. Black open toe high heels, red finger and toe nails, and red lipstick. The dresses were low cut, so the top button was in the middle of their tits. They all had the top button undone.
I told them to stop on the stairs, and ran to get my camera. They started posing together while I took pictures. I asked, “Red panties?” Sarah replied, “No panties,” and pulled her dress up. The girls showed me they didn’t have panties on either. They all unbuttoned completely and opened their dresses. No bra either. I took more pictures.
Since there was too many of us to all go in my truck, the kids followed us in Kelly’s car. We parked. Sarah’s dress was so short, she couldn’t get in, or out, of my truck without showing pussy. When we got to the doors, we let the girls go on ahead. Kelly and Lexi were holding hands. They went right.
We went in, went left, and stayed a little behind, just to watch. We were trying not to laugh when we saw a guy get in trouble for looking at the girls. His wife, or girlfriend, grabbed his arm and drug him the opposite direction, while chewing his ass.
A quarter way into the mall, the girls were being followed by two guys that we guessed were early 20’s. We knew they were going to the escalator so we speed up a little to get right behind the guys. Just before the girls reached the escalator, Sarah winked at me. Just letting me know that she knows where we are.
The two guys got on the escalator about eight steps behind the girls. We were right behind the guys. Kelly and Lexi were ahead of Sarah. About half way up, Sarah bent over to do something with her shoe. Full pussy shot. One of the guys put his hand to his mouth and had a huge grin. The other one said, “Jesus.” I said, “Holy shit. You don’t see that every day.” We acted just as shocked as the two guys were.
At the top of the escalator, the girls went right, and into a store. The two guys went straight, and we went left, heading back the other way. We took our time, and walked down to the next place we could cross back over, and head up the right side. We stepped into a shoe store and looked at some basket ball shoes for a second. As we came out of the shoe store, the girls came out of their store a little ways ahead of us. Kelly and Lexi were still holding hands.
Randy said, “You guys have fucking done this before. You have a whole routine.” I just smiled, and said “Many times.” We went down an escalator and over to the left, where we could see the girls walking up top on the right. They came down the next escalator going the other direction, with the two guys behind them again. We stopped at a cell phone case booth.
The girls walked by, then the two guys. The guys saw us and nodded. I asked, “Any more show?” One of them said, “Down blouses.” The guy running the booth, said, “Who? Those three?” I said, “Ya, the mom bent over on the escalator. No panties.” The guy said, “Shit. I hear about this flashing stuff all the time, but never get to see it.”
The girls went into a store. The two guys sat on a bench. As we passed by, Randy said, “Good luck.” One of the guys said, “No shit.” We went to the other side and went in a store. I stayed close to the door so I could see when the girls came back out.
They bought something in the store they were in, and came out with Kelly carrying a bag. They walked up to a bench that was two down from the guys. Kelly set the bag on the bench, then lifted her foot up and did something with her shoe. The guys were on her left. Kelly had her right foot on the bench, left leg straight, giving them a full pussy shot. She stayed like that for a minute or so, talking to Lexi.
Sarah was looking at her phone because I sent her a text that said, the phone case guy said he hears about girls flashing all the time but never gets to see it. Sarah texted back, today is his lucky day. Kelly kissed Lexi, and they walked on. We came out of the store and walked up the other side.
We stopped at a booth that had sports memorabilia plaques. The two guys walked up to us, and one said, “None of those girls have panties on.” I replied, “No shit? We’ve only seen the mom flash.” He said, “They’re doing this shit on purpose. Have to be.” I replied, “Damn that’s crazy.” One of them said, “We thought the two might be sisters, but they’re kissing each other.”
Randy said, “Maybe they’re really close sisters.” The guy replied, “Fuck, I don’t know.” They hung out with us, looking at the sports plaques, for a little while. When the girls came out of the store a little ways behind us, the guy working the booth said, “Here comes your friends.” We all stayed at the booth, as they walked up behind us, and kept going.
As they went by, I turned a little and scratched my wrist, which is a sign for Sarah to pay attention to the time, we still had dinner reservations. They went on ahead, and we lost them for a few minutes, but I knew where they they would end up, so we headed for the cell phone booth again.
When we got there, the girls were sitting on a bench across from the booth. They were about ten feet away. The guy working the booth had a giddy look on his face. He turned to us, and whispered, “Holy shit! I’ve seen everything.” We hung around the booth looking at different cases, and getting flashed by the girls.
They were crossing and uncrossing their legs, and bending forward to show their tits. After a few minutes, I said, “I let them know you’ve heard about flashers but never got to see anything.” He just looked at me with a smile. I held out my hand, and said, “You’re welcome. We have dinner reservations so time to go.” He shook my hand, and said, “You’re all with them? That’s fucking wild.”
The girls got up and started walking. We caught up to them and went to dinner. We never saw the other two guys again, but when we walked back through the mall, the cell phone booth guy waved at us. The girls all waved back.
When we got to the restaurant, it was like kids night. I’ve never seen so many kids in that place on a Saturday night. The girls played it cool, and only flashed our waiter a couple of times. We ate dinner and got out of there.
We made it back to the house, went up to the bedroom, all the clothes came off, and the eating, sucking, and fucking started. The girls each had a turn in the swing, and a turn with each of the guys. I can’t really give you all the details of this because everyone was everywhere. The girls were pretty turned on from all the flashing, that they couldn’t get enough orgasm. When us guys were worn out and needed recovered time, the girls started using vibrators on each other.
At different times, different ones of us fell asleep. The sun was up when I woke up, and Lexi was getting fucked by Jason in the bed next to me. I said, “Good morning. Been up all night?” Lexi said, “Good morning.” Jason said, “No. we just woke up a few minutes ago.”
I got up, grabbed a quick shower, and they were done when I came out. I headed downstairs to make coffee. After a while, everyone was staggering downstairs looking for coffee and breakfast. After we figured that out, Randy and Lexi took showers, got their stuff together, and headed home. The rest of us spent the day being lazy…..

Sometimes, once is enough

The following took place my senior year of highschool, my sister had just moved away for college a couple months prior, leaving only me and my mom living at home. My father had passed away back when I was 8 and Mom never dated much after that — between work and raising two kids, she never really had the time.
She was only 38 when these events took place, and she’s always taken good care of herself, so despite her regular comments about needing to lose a few pounds, she’s always carried it in a very voluptuous and feminine figure. She’s of average height, maybe a bit above average, with rather long brunette hair and gentle green eyes. If she’d wanted a man in her life at the time, she’d have had no trouble, I’m sure.
I could objectively recognize she was an attractive woman, but I was never weird about it and my thoughts were always fairly tame. Hormones would however get the best of me from time to time and I’d look through her underwear drawer while she was at work or stare at her cleavage a little longer than I should have, but beyond that, there was never any sexual tension or taboo behavior between either of us.
Things took a turn one Friday night though… It was our semi-regular movie night and I had a simple dinner ready by the time she came home from work. She had a couple glasses of wine with dinner, had her shower, and by 10PM we were both in our pajamas ready to put the movie on. My PJs consisted of baggy pajama pants and a t-shirt, while she wore loose-fitting pajama shorts and matching button-up short-sleeve shirt. Pretty boring, pretty unsexy. All in all, just another movie night so far.
We lived in a townhouse, so the living room was pretty cozy, i.e., not a lot of room for furniture. It was just an oversized loveseat against the wall, a chair, and a large leather ottoman which served as a footrest and coffee table. The loveseat faced the TV so that’s where we usually sat for movie night. I took my seat on the right side, while she tossed a pillow on my left leg so she could lay down with her legs up on the left armrest.
Nothing unusual happened during the movie, though I would occasionally look down to my left and stare at my mom’s cleavage. The way she was laying on her side — slightly forward from me and facing the TV — made it so I could stare as long as I wanted without being busted. The low cut and loose fit of her pajamas, which she always wore without a bra, meant that I could see pretty far down her shirt and even make out the soft pink beginnings of her aereolas. Being a teenager who’d never even touched a boob yet, this sight was defintiely getting me hard. The pillow over my left leg covered my lap though, so I knew my arousal was discrete, there was nothing my mom could see and certainly no way she could feel it through the pillow. I was just a normal teenager with a boner; I calmed myself down and went back to watching the movie.
I don’t recall what the actual movie was, but it wasn’t that great, and by midnight we’d both fallen asleep on the couch before it was over — this was not an at all unusual way for movie night to end, in fact, actually finishing a movie without someone falling asleep was rare. I woke up sometime later, at what was probably around 3AM, to the DVD menu screen looping silently, casting a faint light over the otherwise dark room. By now I’d slumped down a little further into the couch with my feet up on the ottoman; my mother was still asleep, still in a similar position resting her head upon the pillow on my left leg. My left arm was hanging over her midsection and by that time, her subtle respositionings throughout the night meant her pajama shirt had ridden up, her stomach now exposed just to the very beginnings of her breasts, only the slighest bit of underboob visible; the fabric was kept from going any further up by her left arm that hung across her bussom. Her right arm was resting at her side. This slightly new postioning of hers pushed her cleavage up even more than before, and in my half-awake, overly-hormonal state, I decided to just lay there staring down her shirt at her now clearly visible left breast and nipple occupying the free space just below the top button. The lamp next to the couch was now off, so I couldn’t quite see as far down her shirt as earlier, but that didn’t matter much, as the light from the TV was more than enough.
I was so turned on and still only half-awake, just enjoying this incredible view. At this moment my forearm was still across her exposed midsection, but I repositioned myself so that now my bare hand was on her stomach. My heart was racing now, I could even feel myself shaking a bit. I was laying there slumped down in the couch, staring at my mom’s bare breast, while my left hand rested on her warm midsection. It was so wrong, but the silence in the room and my slumbersome state made the whole moment feel so surreal, like a dream. I was fully erect, but with my mom’s head still on my upper left thigh, I was lucid enough to know not to do something as risky as pleasure myself. I’d yet to even touch myself at this point, but my cock was twitching beneath my pajamas. I was harder than ever and I had to do something, so I just respositoined my cock towards my right thigh and held it there in my hand, squeezing it gently, left hand still on my mom’s stomach, eyes still locked on her breasts. I stayed like this for at least 10 minutes, trying to just enjoy the moment without doing something stupid. My hormones convinced me I could push my luck, so I decided to move my left hand around her midsection, slowly feeling more of her warm body, eventually positioning my hand on her stomach in a way that my forearm was gently brushing the barely exposed underboob where her pajamas had ridden up. It was so soft on my skin, I nearly came right there. I moved my hand away just a bit so it rested just below her breasts, no longer touching them in any way. I stopped at that moment, feeling like I just couldn’t take it any further, this was already so wrong and she could wake up any minute. I continued to just squeeze my cock and stare upon her still visible breast. I told myself this was as far as it was going.
A few more minutes went by, I was gonna try to fall back asleep but before I could, my mother put her hand on top of my wrist, my hand still there resting mere inches from her naked breasts. I completely froze and my initial reaction was to pretend to be asleep. I waited a few moments and tried to pull away, but as I did she gently pulled back. I wasn’t sure what she was doing or whether she’d been awake this whole time. I was so nervous. A moment later she pulled my hand further up, under the bunched section of her shirt, so my hand was now directly between her breasts. There was no doubt she was awake and there was no doubt this was intentional, but I still didnt know what to do or what that meant. Not a word had been spoken to this point. I just left my hand there, shaking nervously. What in the world was happening?! Sensing my nervousness, she just brushed my forearm back and forth, without speaking she was telling me to relax. Getting over the initial shock I relaxed my hand and let it slide down over her right breast. I went slow, waiting for any sign that she wanted me to stop, but she just kept rubbing my forearm. My hand was now resting upon her breast, I could feel her nipple pushing into the palm of my hand.
After a couple minutes, feeling slightly more at ease, I gave a gentle squeeze and ran my fingers across her nipple. Her hand still on my forearm, she let out a very faint gasp. I slowly moved my hand across her bussom and cupped her other breast, the one that I’d been staring at earlier, which was still visible. Actually seeing her breast as I held it now brought me to a whole new level of arousal. Everything was happening so slowly and methodically, I couldn’t believe it was happening. I couldn’t believe she was letting this happen. The room was still completely silent, still only the repeating DVD menu screen illuminating the room. I moved back and forth between each breast for a few minutes before I started to slowly move my hand all over her upper body. I was in heaven, her soft, warm body felt so good to touch. Feeling a little braver, and wondering how far this could go, my hand ventured south where I attempted to slide under her pajama bottoms, but just as I could feel the beginnings of her bush, she again took hold of my wrist and directed me back north; without saying a thing, she let me know that’s off limits, at least for now.
I moved my hand back to her breasts for a time, paying close attention to the changes in her breathing as I played with her nipples. She was clearly enjoying this, but I wanted to find out I’d meet any resistance by moving my hand to her ass — I had no idea if any of this could ever happen again, so I wanted to explore as much as possible — I pulled my hand from beneath her shirt and placed it on the back of her leg, just above her knee, slowly traveling up, squeezing her thigh as I went. I stopped just below her left cheek, my fingers on her inner thigh, my thumb on the outside. I knew my fingers were just inches from her pussy because it was so incredibly warm. I continued to just massage her inner thigh with the tips of my fingers, but I was careful not to move them any closer to her pussy after being redirected just moments ago. I kept that up for a few minutes, my cock still harder than ever just thinking about the warmth she was putting off. I was loving every second of this and the soft moans Mom was making let me know she was still enjoying this too. I eventually moved my hand into the leg of her shorts and massaged her ass for a breif time, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the pulsating heat coming from between her thighs, I slid my hand back down, my fingers once again on her inner thigh just inches from her cunt. I was moving my hand back and forth gently on the soft skin of her inner thigh, but I pulled back as I ever so briefly made contact once again with the beginnings of her bush. Mom could obviously tell where I was trying to go with this and reached back to grab my wrist once again for a little redirection, I assumed to pull me away again, but she instead pushed my hand deeper, giving me the go-ahead. I forgot to keep breathing as my hand was finally touching her warm, wet pussy. I was nervous all over again and just left my hand there cupping her between the legs as I let out a shallow gasp remembering once again to breath. It was probably a full minute that passed before I started to run my fingers back and forth across her lips. Her delightful moans even more noticeable now.
All this time she’s still been on her side, her leg lifted just enough so my hand can maneuver between her thighs, but this wasn’t sustainable or very comfortable for her. She pulled my hand away so she could roll over on her back, facing the ceiling. As she rolled over this was the first time we made eye contact, but still not a word had been spoken between us. We looked at each other for about 30 seconds as she layed her head back down on the pillow which was still resting on my left leg. My right hand still on my cock but not doing much or I’d explode. Mom slowly closed her eyes again and placed my hand back on her midsection. My hand immediately went back under her shorts to continue what I’d started. The elastic band of her shorts was frustrating my range of movement though, so I pulled my hand out, grapped the bottom of one of the leg openings and tried to pull her shorts down. She was still laying on the underside of her shorts though, so that didn’t work; it took her a second to understand what I’d just tried to do, but when she got it, she arched her back a bit as I gave another tug. This time it worked and the top of her shorts were at her knees, while her legs were still dangling over the left armrest of the sofa. She kicked them off the rest of the way and was now completely naked from the waist down. This was this first time I’d actually seen her amazing pussy. Her bush was closely trimmed so as to not be too long, but nothing fancy. I moved my hand back again and began to run my hand up and down her wet slit. I had to lean forward, scooting a little to my left so I could get a better view while my fingers wandered between her shimmering lips.
I continued to rub her pussy for a while before finally managing to slip my middle finger inside her, she was so wet and as I entered she squeezed my whole hand tightly between her thighs before relaxing again. At this point there was a sort of rhythm between us, Mom still lay there with her eyes closed, but she’d moan and thrust up ever so slightly, such that I could tell when I was doing good. I pushed my fingers in and out, adding a second digit and occassionally pulling them out completely to run my fingers all the way up and down her slit.
While keeping things going with my left hand, I took my right hand off my cock to undo her pajama top. The buttons on these shirts are huge and very loose, so it was no problem getting these undone with one hand. Three buttons later I pulled each half aside and there was my mom, now fully naked before me. I scooted her up a little further in my lap so I could continue fingering her cunt with my left hand while my right hand was free to play with her breasts. I moved her hair to the side and grabbed her right breast, pinching her nipple and gently pulling it to the left and right. I could tell she really liked that.
Her right hand was now on top of my left, guiding it vigorously around her cunt. She started breathing heavier and heavier, her thrusts into my hand getting more and more violent. I was losing my mind taking this all in, it was still in the back of my mind that this was so wrong, but seeing her buck from the intense pleasure she was experiencing from my touch was indescribable. I kept pounding my fingers into her as she was moments from climax, leaning my head in as far as I could until I was able to take her left breast in my mouth, she started to come while I sucked hard on her nipple, using my free right arm to push her into me while her body quivered.
Her thrusts slowed and her moans quieted. She opened her eyes and we once again made eye contact. “Oh…my god, that… was…ahh”, she said in a whispered voice. The first words from either of us in these early morning hours. A quiet, exasperated “Yeah…” was all I could get out in reply. I was still hard as a rock, my left hand still resting on her pussy, my right arm still holding her close to me. It wasn’t going to take much at this point for me to come, but I was really hoping she be the one to make it happen.
Other than that moment of climax when I took her breast in my mouth, it was just hands touching body parts. It was still a delicate situation and hard to articulate; there was a lot of non-verbal communication taking place between us during all this and there were still rules. I wanted her to make me come, but putting my cock in her mouth felt like it may be out of bounds. There was space to the right of me now though, where I had originally started that night. I scooted her all the way over me, she was now sitting just to my right, her back up against the right armrest, her ass against the outside of my right thigh, her naked thighs laying across my lap. I sat up just an inch and pulled my own pants towards my knees, then pulled her left leg to my chest, my hard cock now there in the open space between her thighs, only a few inches from her still wet pussy. I was breathing so hard as I looked at her looking at my cock. She leaned forward and took it in her hand, not stroking it, just holding it at first. She started to go up and down, then pulled back to lick her hand. I stopped her as I noticed and instead ran my hand across the juices still lingering on her cunt, covering my cock with them as I glanced back at her with a cheeky but slightly unsure smile, hoping that didn’t cross a line. She smirked and again took hold of my cock; I prepared to come almost as soon as she began. Her twisting up and down motion was pure bliss. I leaned back into the couch and she could tell I was close. I tightly grabbed her left leg that was still pressed up against my chest and reached out to grab her right breast. Then it happened, she had my cock pointed right at her and I came all over her chest, stomach, everywhere, dripping down her body and mixing with all her wetness from earlier. It was an incredible!
I just sunk into the couch as she let go of my cock. We sat there for a moment before I scooted under her, she was sitting there naked on my lap as I wrapped my arms around her, she leaned in to wrap her arms around me as well, resting her head on my right shoulder. We were both exhausted and just sat like that for awhile, falling in and out of sleep. Eventually we got up and went to our respective rooms. I remember I slept for most of the day.
This was the first and only time anything like this ever happened between us, we talked very breifly, agreeing that were both in a somewhat sleepy state that combined with hormones made for a uniquely enjoyable sexual experience, but one we could never repeat. I’ll never forget it, I don’t regret it, but once was enough.

Intimate encounters with my brother 2

After our experience There wasn’t any discomfort or anything around my brother, but he’s been checking me out non stop and sometimes touches my ass when we’re alone in the kitchen or something. It’s cute, and kinda sexy so I don’t mind. After all, I did enjoy our little experience, even though it does feel so wrong to have done it.
Like I’d said, we kind of agreed we should try something again soon, but I didn’t know whether anything would happen other than the ass touching that’s been going on.

There was New Year’s Eve party being hosted by my dad’s boss and it was a hell of a celebration to welcome the new year. My parents and I drove out to the party on the last afternoon of 2016, my brother would meet us there as he was on his way back from a friend’s party.
It was a swell night for the most part, and because of the chilly weather I decided to go with warmth and comfort; black leggings and a sweater. And of course, as soon as my brother arrived I knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself when eyeing me head to toe. I won’t lie, I liked the attention, as wrong as it may be. But I guess that’s what does it for me. The fact that it’s “taboo” is what I find myself being turned on by.
Back to the party: the dance floor was located in the lobby. Dad’s boss has a very big home, and with the music and lights it felt a little like a nightclub in there. It was dark, music loud, colored lights flashing, etc…I asked my brother to dance and he agreed without hesitation. And if things got hot and heavy out there it wouldn’t matter if people saw us because the dance floor was mostly friends of dad’s boss and/or their kids who were around my age. And my parents would be out back chatting with dad’s boss; music and dancing isn’t really their thing. So essentially nobody would know we were brother and sister, since we didn’t really know them and even dads boss hadn’t formally met us.
And sure enough things got hot and heavy. Grinding on my brother felt sexy, satisfying, and most definitely was turning me on as he danced on me from behind. His hands on my hips, all over my body felt so good. I felt his penis getting semi hard through my leggings as we danced. Then he pulled me closer,m from behind, put a hand on my waist and wrapped an arm around my midriff. When he did that I started moving my hips, gyrating my ass in circles as he held my upper body still, and his penis got pretty hard at that point. He spoke into my ear, “I hope you realize what you’re causing” with a flirty smile. I gave a flirty smile back and kept dancing on him.
After only a few songs we stepped off and sat by the staircase which was away from the commotion of the party. We had some punch, ate some snacks that were set for guests on a table, and waited for the clock to strike midnight. It was still about an hour away.
Then my brother suggested we drive back home, tell our parents that I didn’t feel well and had my brother take home home. I knew where this might lead, and frankly I was kind of looking forward to it. Especially after that episode we had in the lobby dance floor.
And we were home in a flash while my parents stayed behind with dad’s boss. They wouldn’t be home for at least another 2 hours.
As soon as we got to my room my brother came up behind me, fondled my tits and ran a hand from my belly to my crotch. He kept saying how much the leggings were turning him on at the party.
I was turned on as well and it wasn’t long before I felt wetness begin to moisten up my panties, and my leggings. His cock was rock hard by this point and he was dry jumping me from behind while my tits were being fondled and my pussy began to crave him.
I heard him pull his pants down; he took my hand, pulled it behind me, and placed it on his cock. And just like the first time, it felt huge, still surprised me for some reason. I stroked it while he touched my pussy over my leggings. God it felt amazing.
Then he pushed me onto his bed, laid me flat face down, and then I felt him start to pull my leggings and panties down from behind me. I raised myself a bit so he could pull them down from under me as I lay there on his bed and before I knew it my leggings and panties were at my knees.
I heard his pants fly off and hit the floor, the pulled my shirt up and off me. So there I was, face down on his bed, no top, leggings at my knees. And there he was with no pants, setting himself up behind me. He sat on my legs and played with my pussy from behind a little.
Then I felt him start to rub his cock on my pussy lips, teasing me, making me want to beg for it. I did so by arching my back and pointing my ass upwards towards him. Gyrating it a little to try to get him to fuck me already because I wanted it bad at that point. Then he moved his cock away.
I felt him put 2 fingers in me, slid them in and out a few times. I felt my breathing get a little louder then. And then he took them out, and put in his cock instead. Not slowly but not fast either, just kind of eased it in and started fucking me on my tummy.
Home alone, fucking, I’d never moaned with so much pleasure. Good god it was just as good as the first time with him. And he kept pumping that cock deep into my vagina, I could feel/hear his balls slam onto my pussy lips, my moaning, shaking my ass a little, I don’t know if sex was ever this good.
He slapped my ass a few times, laid on my back with his nice firm chest while fucking me, his hips thrusting into me, pushing my body into the mattress.
I felt an orgasm coming, and I was gonna hold it to keep the moment going as long as I could.
I couldn’t do it. I started cumming so hard, I lost control and my pussy was in heaven at that point. I felt my eyes close and according to my brother they rolled back. All that sent him over the edge and before I knew it I heard him grunting, pumping slower, and his hot cum was shooting into me, and he kept shooting and filling me until he finally stopped pumping.
I asked him to keep his cock in me for a little while longer because it felt so good when he did it the first time, and he agreed and collapsed on top of me for a few minutes.
We cleaned up and watched a movie downstairs as we waited for our parents to get home. We talked about how wrong it all was, but we kind of also agreed that no one had to know and that we could do it again if it stayed that way.
That’s probably the last time we’ll get to do anything until I move back from school in the summer, but I’m so looking forward to it.

Silly Bets

I came here just to tell this story. I’ve never told a soul; not even my shrink, but this time of year always brings it back to me in a nagging way.
My mom’s brother (my uncle) had the money in the family. He was in construction and probably other things. His house was the party house for all family events and what seemed like non stop pool parties during the summer. As a kid it was awesome. Tons of stuff to do and drunk parents not really paying attention to anything. They’d get loaded and it would be a sleep over with my cousin “Kevin” who was two months younger than me.
One night the adults had all gone to bed and we knew we probably wouldn’t see them so we decided to do a sneak raid on the kitchen for snacks. One of us decided the tighty whities we slept in were to bright and would make us easy to see so we kicked them off and did our nude kitchen assault running back to his bedroom which was on the third floor on its own.
There in the light we stood nude with our snacks and boners that at that point in time we laughed about. We compared them, surprised at the differences. I was a bit longer. We ate our snacks and went to sleep. The rest of the summer when we’d have our sleep overs were pretty much the same but we were naked a lot. We’d make bets and the loser would have to run out in the back yard naked or dump a glass of ice water on their private parts. Silly stuff.
It seemed like it was just curiosity and I think by the next summer we had discovered girls and that was the end of that.
Flash forward some years later. Kevin and I were both 19. I was in college. He was working for his dad. The family all got together for a Holiday season bash at the uncles. Lots of drinking and lots of laughs. It ended with the old folks crashing and Kevin and I hanging in the basement bar, drinking beer, shooting pool and talking about everything and nothing.
We were laughing about how things never change. The same old drunk arguments between uncles about some football game from 40 years ago. The women huddled together talking about whoever wasn’t there. Kind of comforting really.
Suddenly Kevin says “I know one thing that has changed. You used to be bigger than me but I’ve grown boy. You got nothing on me now.” I laughed it off but he kept going until finally he was trying to bet me $100 that his dick was bigger than mine.
The money kind of pissed me off a bit. I said, “First off you’ll always be the little cousin and second I go to school. I don’t work for daddy. I don’t remember the last time i had $100.”
“Fine” he fired back. “We’ll bet something else.” I told him he was crazy and leaned back down to take another shot on the pool table. He of course questioned my bravery and we were kids all over again.
“So what do you want to bet?” I asked
He leaned back with a devilish grin and said “The loser has to hold the winner’s in their hand for 30 seconds and tell him how beautiful his cock is.” He laughed but I saw he was serious and still feeling the sting of that $100 I said. “You’re on!”
With that we kicked off our pants both rubbing to get maximum size. Well, he sure did grow. He had at least two inches on my maybe 7 inches. Before I could say anything, he said “Pay up.” So there I was naked from the waist down holding my cousins huge cock in my hand and telling him how beautiful it was. I could feel his pulse pounding why I did it. He was loving it.
With the 30 seconds over I let go and said, “Let’s play some pool.” He laughed and took off his shirt. “Going to go for some payback on the table?” he asked. I was pretty pissed and a bit humiliated by then so I said “Sure, what do you want to bet?”
He said, “Its your game. Make the bet.” I figured I’d call his bluff and shut him up. “Loser sucks the winner.” All he said was. “Rack ’em up.” I did and we started the game.
My hand was shaking as I set up for the last shot, “eight ball, top corner” and with the lightest tap it dropped in. He threw his cue down and said fuck a few times. I just said, “Pay up.”
He got down on his knees in front of me looked up and said “just don’t cum in my mouth” and started giving me head. He should have knew better because in no time I was blowing my load in his mouth. He coughed gagged and spit onto the floor, cursing me the whole time. I had to laugh. “Sorry.”
He was having none of it. “Do it again. Same bet!” I said I didn’t think I would be ready again if he lost. He said, “Okay, if I lose I’ll pay you the $100.” I laughed “No thanks.” He countered with “$500, but if you lose you swallow!” What I could do with $500 and I had been out shooting him all night ….. “Rack ’em up.”
My third shot in I chipped the cue ball which slammed the eight ball and I watched it drop, costing me the game in the same exact pocket I had won the last one.
No talking this time. He walked over with a diabolic grin. I got down on my knees and took him into my mouth. If nothing else it gave me an appreciation for what I had put some women through when he grabbed the back of my head and thrust into me till I was gagging. I slapped his hand away then wrapped my hand around the base of his cock to keep him from choking me. I worked the hand and my mouth together. He complimented me on my technique which I could have done without.
Unlike me it was taking him forever. I was doing everything to get him to blow, licking and sucking his balls while stoking him. Then I realized he would get close and pull away a bit. He was really enjoying himself and wanted it to last.
I remembered one thing that has worked for me on occasion and I reached around and gently pushed my finger into his asshole. Almost immediately I felt my mouth fill with the milky fluid. Seemed like a gallon. “Swallow!” He yelled and I choked it down grabbing a bottle of vodka off the bar to wash the taste and maybe the memory away.
He fell back on the sofa with a dazed look in his eyes. “I am wiped out, ” he sighed, “time for me to crash.” I just agreed. He got dressed and went upstairs. I got dressed and crashed on the sofa. It was never mentioned again.
That was 11 years ago. I’m married with a kid. He lives with a girl and they have a kid. We both work for his dad now. The thing is I have never been attracted to men ever. I honestly don’t think he is either. Its not something I would ever do again but for some reason, as I said especially around the holidays I get this sick guilty feeling.
I guess my reason for writing this is to find out if anyone else has had a similar experience.

Our New Family

It’s hard to write my life like this. I wanted to write about a lot of the things that have been happening to us, but I didn’t really know where to put it or even how to write it. I’m not a writer (well, I write contracts at work), so bare with me. I’ve been reading this subreddit for a few months now, due to what’s happened, so I’m going to try. Of course, I had to change some of the details to keep this safe.
I guess most important my and my daughter’s background, and how we got into all of this. It’s still new enough that it’s hard to really form the right words I’m looking for. I feel like I’m going into an AA meeting or something. Well, hello, I’m Michelle and I have an amazing life. I’m 34, which is still young but definitely awkward to be single at my age. I like to think I’ve aged pretty well, but it’s been hard enough trying to raise my daughter, Kacey. I had her at a way too young age while still in high school and it has basically stopped all other pursuits in my life. Her dad isn’t in the picture at all and hasn’t been since she was about three years old. I was previously engaged when she was much younger, but that fell apart and I think she still holds it against me a little because it’s the only dad she’s known.
Anyway, I’ve worked for the last twelve years as a secretary for a small, family-owned construction company. It’s what I like to this of a job that pays okay, but it wasn’t really the career that I was ever looking for. I had dreams of college and traveling, but I’ve actually only even left my home state once or twice when I was a kid. I’ve put a lot of focus into my daughter instead, trying to give her a future that I didn’t have. She fought back on that though, and routinely got in trouble with her high school and numerous awful boy choices. But, I was able to save up and send her to college along with her volleyball scholarship to a good state school, something I had always dreamed of. One semester down and she got caught smoking pot with a boy on campus and she ended up losing her scholarship, and with it, the means to keep going. She came back home to live with me again. The idea was to focus on community college, but she ended up getting a job at the mall, then fired, and now is not really doing anything. She has been pretty crushed about the whole thing, and I think she’s afraid she’s going to end up like me.
Which in a long way, brings me to me. I wasn’t happy with my life, though I am happy to have raised my daughter. I wouldn’t change anything, but I was trying to find “the one” and settle down. Most dating sites I’ve tried (and trust me, I tried them all) just led to a lot of one off dates. I’ve tried my best to keep my appearances up (and I’m being vain here, but I pride myself on staying fit with just the right curves for my size (I’m only 5’3″)). But I was always a single mom with a kid at home, so that made every prospect in my town pretty bad. No one wanted the “baggage” so here I was, single and just waiting for my daughter to go off to school. Even then, I still didn’t have any luck. It was getting pretty desperate. I was never very adventurous, but I knew I wanted more than this.
About 8 months ago when my daughter had exhausted her funds and just moved back home a few days prior, I was at work just doing paperwork (and browsing Reddit) when HE walked in. He was mature looking — maybe late 40s, and put together, and instantly I knew from his smile that I wanted him. He had come to sign some papers for a new construction project he was overseeing, but I instantly engaged every flirty tactic I had. It’s hard to describe his instant effect on me. I still get butterflies thinking about it. Thankfully, my boss was out on an early lunch meeting, so he sat and kept me company while I stalled and helped him with his paperwork. The conversation went well and I was immediately impressed by his way with words. He seemed more like a politician than someone who was dealing with construction. He complimented me on my daughter, saying we looked a lot like sisters. (I have photos of us all over my office.) I was flattered. She definitely has the looks I wish I had had at her age, so it was a perfect compliment to hear.
But as it turned out, he said he’d have to be in town a lot to take care of his interests here, and I offered to show him around, and he quickly asked me to dinner that night. I closed up super early that day and rushed home to get ready. I remember Kacey giving me a hard time about me putting on my “date outfit”, but I was dressing to impress. The place we were going to eat wasn’t too fancy, but I still put on a nice dress and heels, and did my hair/makeup up.
I remember being way more nervous than I’ve been for any date in a long, long time. He pulled up to our small house and I immediately felt inadequate. The house is a tiny 960 sq foot two bedroom that was even ugly in the 1970s. He drove a BMW and I drove a beat up Civic. He obviously had means and I obviously was just some podunk girl grasping at straws. But my fears melted away when he came to the door and said hello with his calm smile. Kacey came to the door and said hello, and gave me a nudge and an impressed face. I was a little excited to have a catch like him for once!
He told me more about his life at dinner, and I just ate it up. He was divorced and trying to expand his business to the town that I lived in (related to oil field work). He said he had sold his house and now just has a small apartment he uses as a launching zone, but mostly staying on the road and supervising his various projects through the state. He talked a lot about travel, but he was going to be in town on a weekly basis. We drank more than a lot of wine and I think I was just melting at the prospect of finding someone with their life put together that was also attractive and seemingly very into me.
After another bottle of wine and a lot of getting to know each other, he offered to drive me home for the night. I was getting a little worked up and selfishly was hoping he would invite me to his hotel, but he was also considerate and polite, so I knew I should just hope for a second or third date. As we pulled up, I knew the date was over and he walked me to my door. I was drunk though, and I leaned into his ear and asked him for just one more drink inside. He was polite and refused, but I put on my cutest sexy face and asked him “pleaseeeee” and he caved. I knew there was a chemistry between us. What I didn’t think about was how much our house was in a state of disarray. Kacey’s stuff was still in the living room and kitchen, and the kitchen itself was so run down, that I felt bad for bringing him in. Kacey was still up and doing things, so I offered to take our wine to my bedroom. And he accepted.
Although we were sitting with wine glasses in our hands, they soon ended up on my dresser and I ended up all over him. I was very drunk, very horny, and I had to have him. He was stern and commanding, and it made me feel like a little girl in his company. My kisses felt awkward like I was 16 and just learning how to be romantic. He told me to undress and I did, slowly, hoping to tease him a little. He started to unbutton his shirt and was working on his belt, but stopped to watch. I felt like a deer in the headlights. It has actually been well over a year since my last time. But I was now completely nude except for my bra and underwear. He told me to take off the rest and let him see. I feel comfortable about my body, except for my breasts. They were too big and had started to sag a little, and it was my most upsetting physical feature. I had a hard time, but I was able to show him myself completely as a I was. He came over, still half undressed, and kissed me from head to toe. He told me to get on my knees, and I did. I felt like his orders were calm and well meaning, so I just felt comfortable doing whatever he said, even though I’ve never had sex happen like this before. But before I knew it, he had his pants off to show a very large erection. He was bigger than almost every guy I’ve had before, and I was thrilled/a little scared. He came over to me, and then slid his boxers to the ground, letting me see it all — just before he pressed it against my lips and I started to work it in my mouth.
I had never really been turned on just by giving head, but the authoritative tone of the night had turned it into something more, something dirty and subservient. And then I realized that I liked it a lot. I knew I was already wetter than I ever should be, and I was ready to feel him. But he continued to hold my head, longer and longer with each stroke, starting to force it further back into my mouth and into my throat. I had some experience, but I wasn’t very practiced or ready for taking that much. He did it slowly and soon I had his balls pressed against my face as I took it all. Only after that did he pull out and tell me to get on the bed. I asked him if he had a condom, but he only said no and nothing else. I wanted this too bad to stop, and I silently complied and started to lay down, but he told me to stay on all fours and I felt him climb behind me. He said something to the effect that I was so wet I must have really wanted him. I think I said sorry, and he said I like a girl who knows when she’s wanted. It turned me on to no end. And then I felt his tip press against me and I gasped, trying to keep quiet. My daughter’s room was across the hall and I’ve remembered from her exploits that everything is very, very audible. But I couldn’t really keep quiet. His size and thickness was more than I expected. I felt him slowly work all the way into me and I felt like I was going to burst. He started to pump into me and I felt myself pushing back against him. He kept the perfect pace until it felt like a machine piston. Both my butt and my breasts were slapping so loudly against him that I felt like an animal. There was nothing to keep this quiet. I knew it was building and I started to shudder, feeling the first wave about to hit me. I opened my mouth to scream but grabbed a pillow and let out an Earth shaking orgasm. I lost my breath! I couldn’t even scream. It was one of the few orgasms I’ve ever had from normal sex, and by far the best. But he didn’t stop pumping. I was his, completely. He asked me if I was on birth control and I said “yes, come in me” as best I could between breaths. Then I felt him pull me into him with enough force to make me gasp for air and he started groaning and I felt him fill me up with a lot of very hot come. And I was at peace.
He pulled out and I tried to lay on my back and catch my breath, but he pulled me to edge of the bed and told me to help clean him up. It was strange but comforting to hear his voice. So I licked him clean, tasting both myself and him. He was still hard and even as he got dressed, still was mostly erect. I offered him a shower or to spend the night, but he said it wasn’t a problem, kissed me on the cheek, and let himself out. I locked up and I could hear Kacey listening to music. I had wondered how much she was subjected to for that, but I was also still shaking and trying to recover. I crawled into bed and slept so amazingly peaceful.
I’m sorry if I went into too much detail, but that was one of the most amazing experiences in my life, and it sets up everything that happened to us after. I didn’t see him again that week, but we constantly texted. I was never much of a “sexter” but with him, I loved it. Most of our conversations changed into raunchy talk within just a few minutes. He had me so worked up at my office that I had to go home and change my underwear once. It was like that every week until he would come in. When he would, we would have mind shattering sex each and every time. He became my boyfriend officially on Facebook within about two months and we spent a lot of time together at the house. Kacey was generally apathetic, though she’d tease me about somehow finding such a catch. She did it enough that I was actually starting to become annoyed by it. And more and and more, I started to find her talking to him and even being flirty. I didn’t think too much of it because she is always her flirty self when she’s out in public. But it was still enough to make me a little jealous when he would be talking and laughing with her. Sometimes he would come in early while I was at work, so they’d just have the afternoon together.
Every time he came in, he always brought gifts and spoiled us. He would never let us say thank you, but the gifts came with him having more power over our house. He was convincing enough that we started cleaning the house a lot more, working out in the mornings together (to a workout program called Insanity), and cooking more dinners at home. If anything, his view was technical and focused and it made us a lot more productive and happy. I lost enough weight that people at work immediately took notice. But it was also other things. He would buy me a dress, and I’d have to wear it. He’d ask me until I put it on. So sometimes I’d be wearing a fancy dress and heels just around the house. He criticized my posture and started making me stand up straighter. It was a bit controlling, but I didn’t mind it all that much. One week I came home from work and found that my outdated kitchen has new countertops, a backsplash, and new appliances. I literally sat down and cried. He was saving our family.
Whereas we would never eat together as a family, now Kacey, me, and him would all sit around and eat together and share stories every night. We’d watch a movie together on the couch (that he also bought, a giant sectional). This was in public, but in private, everything was an order and I started to get into a routine. I learned all of his kinks and I started to become a big fan of them. He was into the submissive housewife fantasy, and I can say that I liked it as well. He would tell me what to do and I would do it. For a while, I was usually silent, but I learned he liked “Yes, sir” and “No, sir”, so I started saying that. (I found out that when he was really turned on, he’d have me call him daddy, and that drove him wild.). Although I liked to be quiet in the bedroom, he made me make sure I was loud and energetic. I felt bad for Kacey, but this was the most sexually liberating experience of my life. Still, she always teased me about it.
I had never really experimented with anything sexual. Before this, I had only one dildo that mostly sat in a drawer. But now he had bought me all sorts of toys and things to play with. I usually wouldn’t use them unless he was around, but I felt like my sex drive was more amped than it ever had been since maybe I was a teenager. One thing I originally objected to was anything involving my butt (because I had a horrible experience with it any time a guy tried), but he started by just using a lot of lube and finger inside me during normal sex. That was fine and actually enhanced sex. He said he wanted to get me ready and take all the time I needed, but he bought me a butt plug to help me prepare. And he ordered that I keep it in all the time to get used to it. I originally said hell no, but he kept talking about it until I tried it, at least around the house. I actually started to feel sexy and turned on knowing that I was hiding a secret right out in the open. Eventually, he persuaded me to wear it at work and it was the single most exciting sexual adventure I’d ever had. I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the day and touch myself. When I would report all this back to him, he would say how proud he was of me. I really do feel that his compliments make me feel like such a better girlfriend.
As the months passed, Kacey and I got used to him being around and his strict house rules. It may have been worse, but he would spoil us with all sorts of things, usually dresses, shoes, makeup, massage certificates. I caught him correcting Kacey’s posture and telling her to walk like a lady, and was actually pretty entertained that he had somehow tamed her as well. And for all intents and purposes, we always looked miles more classy around the town and at our house than most of the people. People took notice. He convinced me to start dressing a bit younger now that I’ve been working out. And I appreciated that. He had me get my hair cut and dyed more like my daughter’s than anything I ever had. He started to tailor my wardrobe more like Kacey’s than mine too. It was all classy, but you could tell it wasn’t designed for me. You don’t see a lot of 34 year old moms wearing skirts and crop tops. I felt good about myself, but I know all I talked about was my issue with my breasts; I wanted a reduction so they just didn’t feel so gross.
So a few months ago, I got home and he showed me all the paperwork. He had contacted a plastic surgeon and set up an appointment for a consult. I was appreciative, but scared. I was going to change myself and he had already spent so much money on me. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer and we spent a Monday off work driving into the next major city over. The surgeon seemed friendly and there was a definite friendship between him and my boyfriend. Apparently, they had gone to college together and this was a friend discount. Two weeks later, I was back there to get some model quality boobs. And they were. Originally, I had just wanted a reduction, but he offered to reshape and use implants to make them really perfect by a series of other alterations to them at the same time. It was more than I was into, but I trusted to the surgeon, my boyfriend was highly supportive, and I wanted to feel pretty again. And they turned out…. big. Whereas I had big ones before, they were natural and had enough sag that they didn’t really stand out. But now I had a set of more or less pornstar boobs. Initially, I cried and said I really hate them and didn’t want to look like a bimbo. But when I tried on the crop top again, I looked amazing, even without a bra. Modern science can be amazing!
Literally everyone noticed though. My boss who was a married family man in his 50s was way more, uh, interested in me than ever before. I think it’s a mixture of the younger clothes, better makeup/hair, my new body, and the fact that I was usually on edge from hiding a butt plug inside me while I texted my boyfriend. Either way, everyone was flirty with me and I started to feel really, really sexy for the first time in my life. If my mom had still been alive, she would have been mortified, but it’s my life, so I’m okay with it now. My daughter, on the other hand, started to really attack me for some of my choices. She accused me of trying to copy her (and to be fair, we had the same benefactor so we started to look more and more alike). But I had to remind her that this was my first time to be happy, and that she should try it some time. It started to become more tense on family nights. I could sense that she was either jealous of the attention or upset that I was changing myself.
I can say that my boyfriend really started to take notice of me. It’s not that he didn’t before, but now his hands were all over my body and my new boobs. I think they’re too big and fake to call them breasts anymore, haha. He started to spoil me with more and more revealing clothing and skirts. He loved seeing legs and butts, so he would always give me heels and wedges along with skirts that are honestly a bit too short. But after this, they started getting a little too short. Combined with this, he didn’t like me wearing any underwear in the house. So, I had to always act like a lady like he wanted, but also while trying to balance some outfits that were getting to be downright slutty. I could almost feel his eyes on me at any moment, even if he wasn’t there.
It snuck up slowly, but I can see it now that we both started to dress a little more provocative than before. I didn’t mind it for myself, but even Kacey who used to rock sweatshirts and jeans would now be wearing skirts and tight blouses. She didn’t have nearly the amount of boobs or butt to worry about. She took a lot more from her dad and ended up taller (5’6″) and more, uh, streamlined than I was. I tried to talk to him about this, but he said it was a good balance between sexy and professional and was good for a lady. But, I also pointed out that she just had an on and off boyfriend and stopped working too. But, he wasn’t phased and just smiled it off. I knew that she had been seeing someone for a few months, but she wouldn’t really talk about it. In fact, she wouldn’t really come out of her room until my boyfriend would come into town.
I could tell that she had been very affected by him. I had already been using the love word with him, and I actually heard her call him dad when I was just out of earshot once. It was strange because she never called any of my previous boyfriends dad. But I was glad that someone was there for us. In the last few months, she did start getting out more to see her boyfriend. She said things had got more serious. It made for an empty house when they were both gone. I still texted him constantly, but his work had been getting busier and busier and I started missing him more than ever.
I was actually becoming jealous of my daughter because she was starting to fall head over heels for this guy. She usually picked bad ones, but she said this one was different. I was happy for her, but in the last few months, I just felt sexually frustrated and more alone than I ever had been. I had been doing everything I was told but I was getting less sex and attention than ever before. I felt like a childish little girl, but I had already become accustomed to being pampered I guess. Over the few months that I’ve been using my buttplug, he’s been working me up to a larger, and larger size. One night when I was on the verge of crying, he showed up unannounced and led me into my room. He asked me to show him my plug, and I did. It was easy to show him now that I couldn’t wear underwear around the house, and that I was usually wearing a skirt. So I just pulled it up and bent over for him. The first ones had little crystal ends, but as they got better, they became sturdy rubber plugs.
I felt his hand rub up my pussy from behind and then I could feel the pressure being released as he removed the plug from me. I moaned a little, mainly because I was so worked up and frustrated. I heard him chuckle a little, and I again felt like slut for reacting so much. But instead of a new plug, he told me to get onto the bed onto all fours. I said “yes sir” but he said “yes, daddy I think you mean”. He rarely if ever wanted me in doggy style, but today was different. I heard his belt loosening and it hitting the ground. I started to squirm at the anticipation. I had grown accustomed to having something in my butt and had actively wanted to try anal with him after learning to enjoy it. I felt the cold of the lube on my butt and I knew I was ready.
When I pressed his head against me, I was already shaking. It was hard to maintain composure. Nothing could have prepared me for the feeling for it sliding into me. I felt my body wrap around his head and then him push inside me. Unlike a buttplug though, he was much longer and thicker all around. I start gasping, maybe moaning, I’m not sure how to describe it. He stopped when he was completely inside of me and I felt full in a way I’ve never known. While still inside me, he leaned over me, and found one of the toys he had got for me: a tiny vibrating egg on a string that he sometimes had me use. He turned it on and started rubbing my pussy with his cock still inside my ass. He pushed it inside me. The sound changed and I started feeling it working inside. And THEN and only then did he start to move back and forth in my ass. Harder, and faster, harder and faster. Even with the preparation I wasn’t prepared. We usually talked dirty so I started to say “daddy, please harder”. And he started to say very loudly “what are you baby?”. I was confused by I tried. “I’m your girl, I’m your dirty girl.” “No, you’re my anal slut, my cum slut. Tell me what you are.” “Daddy, I’m your anal slut, your cum slut.” He grabbed me from behind my neck and started to pull me hard against him. Usually he was like a piston, but this time he was erratic and grunting. I knew instantly that he was about to cum inside my ass. The thought of that, combined with the egg inside me, was driving me wild. I kept moaning “fuck my ass daddy” and he kept shouting “louder, louder”. I was literally screaming it and then I felt a fucking explosion filling me up. I can’t describe how it feels to have someone cum in your ass, but I knew that I was in heaven. He was jerking my body like a play toy, slamming me into him. I could feel his balls slapping hard against my pussy, and then like that, I started to cum too. It was unlike any other orgasm I’d ever known.
This man knows how to work a woman. When he and I finished, he pulled out and I instinctively moved over to clean him, but then froze at the thought. But his dick was still hard and he pressed it against my lips, putting his hands on my head for control. I did it. I cleaned it all. I tasted his cum and my body, but it wasn’t gross. It was sexy. I was still so turned on. The egg was still inside me. Finally, he removed it and we showered together. My stomach wasn’t used to anal though, so I ended up feeling pretty sick after. It was worth it, don’t worry. I started to feel like he had some ownership of my body. Like he had made me and I was his plaything. Something about anal just changes what my body is used for.
Instead of sleeping with me, he said he had to go and he left. At the same time, my daughter popped out of her room looking absolutely strange (probably at listening to me) and said she was going on a date. My house was empty, but I was full. It felt nice to have been so kinky and so perfect for him. A lot of my life was now about me and my romance, and much less about my work and self hating. I was truly in love with him.
Kacey came in as I was watching Netflix. It was almost midnight on a Tuesday but I couldn’t sleep after what I experienced. She was looking a little rough herself. She had dressed up in heels that were a little too tall, a crop top that was a little too tight, and a skirt that was definitely too short. I knew she had been with her boy. I was about to call her out for her outfit and her behavior, but I quickly noticed I had essentially the same clothes and I had just been screaming at the top of my lungs for a man to fuck my ass. I guess I can’t criticize. She was still making comments about my boob job so I really had no ground.
A few times during the week, I would hear her trying to sneak in quietly at night. I didn’t really care though. She was a grown woman and could make her own choices. It was pretty common for her to stay out late with her boy. My only advice was to be safe and call me if anything ever happened. I wouldn’t judge. I told her that. She always gets quiet though. But one night, I heard her talking softly and maybe a giggle. She was sneaking her boyfriend it. I got deadly still and quiet in my bed and I just listened. And then I started to hear it. The moaning, the gasping, it was starting. I heard the creaking of her bed. I knew it was wrong to listen. I thought about turning on music, but I didn’t. I listened to her moaning, getting louder and louder. It was hard to hear voices exactly, but the short hushed moans were unmistakable.
I know it’s fucked up, but it went on for a long time. And somewhere during that I had started to rub the outside of my pussy. I felt gross but I am always so horny lately. I was just going to rub myself but the moans started to morph into something more. It wasn’t hushed anymore. It was loud. I could hear her crying out like an animal. I swear I felt jealous, envious even. I used a little lube and started to work a model cock into myself. I imagined being young again and getting it that hard. I imagined how much I wanted it in me. I was biting my tongue but even I was panting a little. I heard her unmistakably shout out “fuck fuck fuck you’re making me cum, I’m cumming” before she gave one last scream. In my mind, it was so hot. I kept shoving the dildo in me over and over and I knew I was about to get there. I came eventually, still playing back the sounds in my mind. As soon as I did, the ultimate wave of guilt washed over me. I felt disgusting.
It took some courage but I told my boyfriend exactly what had happened yesterday. I was hoping to get a look at him but he was gone. When I made a little crack to Kacey about it, she had a sort of goofy smile on her face but didn’t say anything. She must have known how loud she was. I got a text back later that day from him. And instead of calling me a pervert, he said that was the hottest thing he ever read. And he proved he liked it with a strong photo. It was enough that I was already wet and I showed him a photo of my outfit today, then it off, then my wet fingers. He had me suck them clean over the phone. I felt proud to have made him so randomly horny.
Sadly, we started texting less. Or rather, he responded less. It was getting harder and harder to see him. I felt like I was losing him a little after that. I wanted to do anything to win him over again. Instead I just felt sexually frustrated. Kacey was routinely sneaking her boyfriend in and the only satisfaction I got was listening in to her sex life. I guess I became kind of obsessed by it. It was the only thing that was getting me off lately. I still felt dirty, but I also remembered how much my boyfriend loved it. So I kept on.
I think I should have seen this coming, but later in the week, I was in the kitchen with a limited view of the living room and front door. I had just kissed my boyfriend goodbye and he gave me firm squeeze on my butt. We had previously had some loud kinky sex before dinner and I was again feeling satisfied. I was cleaning up from our meal and I noticed Kacey saying goodbye to him as well. Nothing unusual, or so I thought, until I saw his hand touch her butt and give it a very firm squeeze as well. I was mortified.
I didn’t really know what to say. I got quiet and I just tried to explain it as how he is, and that it didn’t matter, and it was just affection, but I was blind to even the possibility of what I would find out. I didn’t say anything to Kacey. I just went to my room and tried to ignore it. It was nothing. He’s just affectionate. Kacey left at some point and I was woken up by the sound of her having sex again. It had become almost a tradition at this point. I guess her boy didn’t have a good place.
I touched myself as usual, making any feelings I had go away, but as I started to finish, I got a text from my boyfriend saying he was back and coming in. I was indisposed so I just told him to come in my room.
He walked in and I was nude and spread open for him. This had lifted my spirits and I was ready. I told him I had been listening and that we should see if we can have a competition on which room could make the most noise. He chuckled and said I would definitely win.
He had already taken off most of his clothes, but he got close to me and kissed me. His mouth tasted different. When he pulled down his pants, I could smell it. I could smell sex. I think I said something like “Who did you fuck? Who is she? Why didn’t you tell me?”
My heart sank. He just smiled like nothing was wrong and said that I already knew. My heart sank. I really couldn’t believe my ears. “You were touching yourself to us, you have been for weeks.”
I wanted to pass out. I got up, but he spun me around. He told me to bend over, but I didn’t want to. “Do it, it’s okay” He spun my body around. I want bent over the bed. I was weak, I just stood there in shock. I felt him touching me, rubbing my pussy. I felt numb. Broken. I wasn’t very wet anymore. His cock was though. He rubbed it against me; it was still slippery.
When it entered me, I shuddered. He hadn’t bother taking my plug out. I felt too full. I felt him slide into me, then out, I started to feel it. I was wet. “Talk dirty baby.” “yes daddy”. I started to moan. It felt good. I wanted it. “Fuck me daddy. Fuck me. I don’t care just fuck me. He was grabbing my waist, I was barely tall enough with the bed. But he didn’t stop. I was standing on my tip toes so that he had a better angle. I started moaning. “Scream it you little slut”. It was so dirty, so mean, but I did. I started screaming like a pornstar. I couldn’t think about anything except getting off now.
I knew I should stop. But I didn’t. I tried not to think about my daughter. But I did. I thought about her with this old man, I thought about her being fucked like I am. I wanted to hate it. But I was too horny. I let it happen. I felt the wave of heat rush over me and my ears went silent. I was cumming. I shouted “come in me daddy” and I felt his pace quicken until he shot just a tiny bit inside me. I knew where the rest was.
I cleaned him like usual, but instead of a shower, he just climbed into bed and stroked my hair. He called me beautiful. He was still mostly hard and was playing with my nipples. He was still rubbing against my pussy. I really did want more. I wondered what my daughter thought. But I wanted more. And so I moved my hips and pressed into him until we went a second round, which was probably his forth.
When I woke up, he wasn’t in bed with me. I didn’t know where he was. It felt like a dream. I got up, got dressed, and went into the kitchen. He was in the living room watching something. It was Christmas Eve so he didn’t have work to be doing. I felt awkward and out of place. Kacey was making breakfast. She caught my eye, smiled a strange apologetic smile, and kept on. I must have made a strange face because she wouldn’t look at me any more.
Christmas Eve was a lot more silent than before. We finished breakfast and exchanged one present beforehand. The one he gave us first was a massage and spa package at a resort. We both got the same thing. I was grateful, I think.
We still hadn’t said anything, but now we were at the dinner table where he usually required conservations. But it wasn’t working. He tried to force it and we both have one word replies. Finally, he said “Kacey is your daughter, and loves you very much. I showed her your texts when you were listening to her.” I was out of breath. I looked down at my untouched meal. “Now Kacey, Michelle loves you just the same. She’s a little jealous, but only because she thought you were getting all the attention” I didn’t look up. “God dammit, say something!” He was getting angry.
He looked at Kacey and told her to get under the table. Kacey’s eyes got wide but she placed her napkin on the table and got down below it. I couldn’t even believe it. She unzipped his zipper and the next sounds I hear were unmistakable. She was going down on him. In the kitchen, under the table, right at my feet.
I started to get up to go to my room. But he said sit. So I just froze there. Like before. He started telling me how much he loved us. How much he’s helped. How much he knows that we like this. He told us how good we are and that he loves us. He wants us to be open and free. Kacey was still working him. I watched his eyes light up. I felt sick like the other night. But listening made me also feel horny, and jealous, and dirty, and wrong. The wave of emotions was a lot to process. But he did it for me. He told me to pull up my skirt and playing with myself. “You too Kacey, if you want”.
We locked eyes and I watched his flicker and she continued to suck, now moaning between gasps. I was turned on. Disgusted, but turned on. I had become some slut. My boyfriend (our boyfriend?) started to make wild faces and I knew he was turning wild at the situation. “Make daddy cum, do it now while she watches”, but he said it calm and authoritative. He groaned and his eyes rolled in his head. My fingers were rubbing myself and I couldn’t stop now.
“Come up but don’t swallow”, and she appeared back at the table, looking disheveled and confused, with her cheeks puffed out and mouth filled. “I want you to kiss your mom” Kacey looked at him with a panicked expression. I was still touching myself but I felt my body skip a beat. “Kiss her, you have to share”. She leaned close to me smelling like cum and sex, and slowly, unsurely kissed me. “Kiss her like a lover, share it”. We started to kiss, awkward at first, but then I tasted his cum and swished in my mouth. We made out like a drunken first kiss, his cum running down her chin and then mine. One hand was still touching myself, but I started to wrap it around her head. I had never kissed a woman and her lips were soft and sensual. I’m not sure how long our kiss lasted, but when it was done, I looked around and saw him smiling like it was the proudest accomplishment.
He ordered me to my bedroom and I was happy to go. Kacey looked on wonder what to do, but he told her to wait her turn in her room. And she scurried off genuinely like it was Christmas. When we got to my room, he sat me down on the side of the bed, and then spread my legs apart (my skirt now around my waist). For the first time ever, he went down on me, passionately and in such a way that felt adored. This was his way of showing me love and I accepted it. I was moaning but this was passion and not just a fuck. When he stopped I was already on the edge of orgasm. He laid me down and got on top, pressing his weight into me and making love to me tenderly. He didn’t cum but I did twice in a row. When he finished, I wasn’t allowed to clean him. I got told to go to bed and get ready for Christmas. I heard Kacey’s door opening and shutting. Her turn I guess.
I laid around feeling like a sexual creature who had finally been satisfied. I was ashamed and humiliated at the dinner scene. At first. But I did know his love and in any other way, I just had a kinky experience. I tried to not think of her as my daughter, but it was impossible. It’s my daughter who I share with my boyfriend. It’s my daughter who gave him head at the table. And I just sat there. I got off to my daughter. I had been for weeks. I started to feel horny, and then guilty, and the thought of the kiss we shared, it drove me to touching myself until I fell asleep, listening to the sounds from the other room.
I woke up Christmas morning having not moved an inch. I got showered and cleaned up. Neither him nor Kacey were up yet. I started business as usual with getting the house ready. I was going to try and cook a ham that day, so I was focused on the meal. Slowly they both got up and started doing chores around the house. Once things died down, we started to open presents. On top of the spa package, we each got several outfits and designer purses. The real surprise for me was that he gave me the keys to his BMW. He’s getting a new model, and now it’s mine. I no longer drive a Civic. I started to cry on the spot and they both hugged me tight. Kacey on the other hand got a new Mac and a new Canon camera. I assumed it was perfect because she started to cry too. We were already looking like messes.
It was back to being ourselves. We were talking and laughing, lots of hugging, and a lot of kissing, though it would still take some getting used to. I’m still very jealous and her getting kisses and touches that I want. But it’s a crazy situation so I’m not letting it get to me.

My son and I had another… talk

My son and I stayed in for new years last night – he had plans to go out but something happened with his friend and his friend’s girlfriend getting into a fight or something so his plans fell apart. We had a good time hanging out watching the NYE coverage (and the Mariah Carey shitshow) and drinking a little bit.
Well, after the ball dropped I was pretty buzzed and apparently my son is a total lightweight and was a little more than buzzed. We were just winding down and talking about random things. We were talking about the Mariah Carey thing and I said I’d get my laptop to see if it was on youtube yet. My son drunkenly joked that “that thing still works? i figured you just used my computer all the time now” and laughed. I kind of did a “ha-ha, very funny” sarcastic laugh, and he said something along the lines of “oh yeah, that’s only for porn or watching me jerk off” and then his eyes kind of went wide, like he didn’t really mean to say that.
We both were kind of just silent for a little while, just staring at the TV. He surprised me by breaking the silence, even though it was very quiet and almost under his breath, by saying “i don’t mind”. I actually wasn’t sure what he said at first, and asked him. It took him a second or two but he said it again, louder. “I don’t mind.” and my heart started pounding a little bit. I asked him what he meant. He hesitated again and kept staring at the TV and said he didn’t mind that i watch his videos. It kind of put me in shock and I didn’t really know what to say. He picked up on the silence and said “its alright i know you watched them again”. I was staring at him but he kept looking right at the tv, and seemed really relaxed (because of the alcohol I’m assuming). I also noticed that he was starting to get hard… he had flannel pajama pants on so it wasn’t very hard to notice.
I asked him how long he knew, and apparently he’s known for some time now. He drunkenly admitted that he liked knowing that I watched them. I asked him what he meant, and he kind of shrugged it off and said that “it’s just kinda hot knowing you watch”. I could definitely tell he was hard at this point. I didn’t want to say anything, really. But I was buzzed and curious. I prodded a little, and asked if he was serious. He said he was, and then said I must find it hot too, since I watch him. I told him I did enjoy it. Then he asked if I wanted to watch him now, and he finally looked away from the TV and at me, and he kind of started rubbing himself over his pants. He was on the other couch next to mine, lying down facing the TV (think of an L setup for the couches). I think I said “if you want me to”, and he turned around on the couch, still lying down but just facing the other way. It didn’t really make a difference from my perspective, but I think it was easier for him to look at me than when he was facing the tv. He slid his pajama pants down, and he was very hard. He started stroking himself, right in front of me.
I asked him if he was sure he wanted me to watch, and he nodded his head. I asked if this was something he’s thought about doing before, and he nodded ‘yes’ again. At this point the combination of my buzz + getting horny kind of started taking over a little, and I kind of started talking dirty to him. I asked him if he thought of me a lot when he “did that”, and he said not until he realized I’d been watching his videos. Then he said he “did it with those panties”, and I kind of shivered. I asked if he washed them after, because they seemed very unused when he gave them back to me, but he said that he didn’t cum in them, just “wrapped them around and stroked”. I had been sipping on more wine since this ‘conversation’ started, so I was slightly more buzzed, and much hornier. I asked him if he liked “using mommy’s panties”. He let out a quiet moan, and kind of picked up his stroke pace a little, and said yes. I asked him if he wanted to use some now, and he quickly nodded ‘yes’…. and then without really thinking, I just slid my sweatpants down, and took my panties off in front of him, dropped them onto him, and laid down on my couch facing him. I started playing with myself. He started stroking with my panties. No words were said for a few minutes, until he said “I’m going to cum, mom.” That kind of pushed me over the edge, and I moaned and started cumming. I watched him buck his hips while my panties were wrapped around his cock, and he let out a few moans. He let out a long “Mmmm” kind of sigh, and kept slowly stroking/rubbing himself, and then fell asleep. My heart was racing at this point. My post-orgasm guilt skyrocketed. I picked up my cum-soaked panties from him, and got up and threw them in the wash. I grabbed a washcloth and cleaned him up a little, then threw a blanket over him.
We talked this afternoon once he finally woke up. I was half hoping he was blacked out and didn’t remember a thing, but that’s not the case. We both very much remembered it. We had a very serious conversation, and kind of put everything out there. I asked him what his expectations were, if he was OK with what happened, if what he said was true (he said yes), etc. I laid down the guideline of, obviously, he can’t say a thing to anyone… which he found amusing, and reassured me that he would definitely not tell anyone he knew about any of it. I made sure he didn’t expect things to escalate at all from there. He was very OK with it, and said that while he finds it hot that I watch him, he’s never considered anything more than that… which was relaxing to hear, for whatever reason. Like I’ve said in the past, I never really wanted anything to happen, and was always very content with fantasies and just watching. Well, we kind of established that that’s all it will be. Watching. This was a LONG conversation. We both admitted to enjoying it. I admitted I probably wasn’t going to stop watching his videos, and he admitted that he’d want me to watch in person again. I told him that he can ask me if I want to watch whenever he’s “about to start”, and then of course he asked if I wanted to watch then…. which I didn’t refuse. He asked where, since we were in the kitchen. I told him we can go to his room, so we did. I sat on his bed next to his computer desk, and he sat at his desk and masturbated. Just like one of his videos, stroking and then cumming into his garbage can. Yes, I masturbated on his bed. It felt strangely normal. We were both done, I got up, said I’d let him know when dinner was ready, and then the rest of the evening was extremely…. normal. Relaxed. No tension. It was strange, but nice. Like an insane weight off of my shoulders and conscience. No more secrets, no more lies.
We ate dinner, and he went out with his friends. He’s still out now, and I’m getting ready for bed. I’m sure a lot of people will be very surprised by this update and sudden escalation of things, and trust me, I do not blame you. I feel the same way… it was VERY sudden and very unexpected, and happened so fast. I did not expect things to go this way, but… I guess like the song says: blame it on the alcohol. I’ll be around for a little bit to reply to comments etc as usual, but I will be going to sleep soon.

Happy New Year!

Dear nasty friends,

We wish you peace, love and many happiness in new year! Stay nasty and naughty as you have been in this year and we will continue to share with you many new and nasty things.
We send you our love and promises that this year will be special for our loyal visitors.
For star we are making ALL FILES FREE FOR DOWNLOAD! – ENJOY IN HAPPY 2017!

 
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