Did you just cum in Mommy?

A high school senior accidentally walks in on his mother while she is getting undressed after work. The young boy has jerked off hundreds of times while fantasizing about his mother, but More »


Daddy fill my pussy up with your sperm

Ok” Anabelle says hanging up the phone. Her boyfriend just told her that he’s been seeing another girl. Anabelle is crushed and calls her dad to her. Her father is a famous More »


Sister solving her brother Viagra problem with her teen pussy

Kate’s brother has a BIG PROBLEM. Literally… He dipped into his dad’s Viagra bottle to see what happens, and now his erection won’t go down! When he tells her about it, she More »


18yr old little girl fucking her grandpa!

Dear Journal, So we went on a family vacation with Grandpa last week and I had an AAAmazing time. It all started when I was hanging in Grandpas room trying to avoid More »


Daughter want to fuck her daddy forever!

Molly is excited. She was finally able to track down her real father. The moment he opens the door she can’t contain herself. “Daddy” she squeals in delight. “Who are you” he More »


Megan and her Brother – Massive cumshot!!!

Little sister have a strong need for her brother big dick. She suck that dick with lot of passion and love then let her brother to enter in her worm pussy and More »


I Fuck My Son’s Huge Dick

Angie’s son is back after six months of working at an oil exploration site in Northern Alaska. The day he got back he found out his girlfriend had been cheating on him More »


Nasty Taboo Comic

Busty Mom fucking with little boy like a big slut that she is! She love his dick but she doesn’t want to get pregnant, so she screems –  “Pull it out! Quickly! More »


Mommy i want to fuck your thighs!

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Sister Revenge

Casey Calvert is fed up with her drugged out big brother ruining his life. It’s time he learned that his actions have hardcore consequences, and his sweet little sister is ready to show him just how rough some thugs can get. All she needs is four huge cocks and a camera to make the interracial gangbang she’s always wanted! Posing as dealers coming to collect, her friends take the payment out of her, and catch it all on tape for her brother to find! Rough sex, anal, DP, choking, bondage, humiliation, & bukkake!

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Blackmailing Riley

Riley gets busted cheating on her boyfriend and is blackmailed into giving up her tight little pussy until her face is blasted with a fat load of cum.

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Daddys Video Virgins – Tara Ryze

Tara Ryze In Her 1st Scene Ever! – Most of you know Tara from our very first scenes. She has done quite a bit since she started and after almost 5 years she decided to go all the way. This is a POV casting couch style interview with a bit of candid thrown in to make her first time easier. For those of you that have been waiting for this special XXX scene here it is and it was well worth the wait! From the blowjob to the boobjob ending this was one hot fucking scene!

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Passion Payoff

Rachel’s son Jason offered fellow student Gavin a large sum of money if he could leak him the answers to an upcoming exam. Gavin managed his part of the bargain, but Jason never paid him for it. Instead, he went on a trip to Europe soon after. That was Rachel’s reward to him for getting an A grade. Gavin never knew that Jason had gone. One day, tired of waiting for his money, he headed out to his house and pounded on the door, demanding that Jason come out. However, Rachel was the only one at home. Tentatively, she opened up to the young man, and asked him what the matter was. Gavin duly gave her the full story, then added that he couldn’t leave without the money as he didn’t even have enough funds to get back to campus. It was all disappointing news for Rachel. But she promised to pay the young man herself – if only to buy his silence. Yet even that wouldn’t be straight forward. First, Rachel didn’t have any cash on hand. Second, it was the weekend, and the banks were shut. Therefore, bearing in mind that Gavin head nowhere else to go, she invited him to stay in her guest room till Monday morning. Gavin reluctantly agreed this. Afterwards, in her room, Rachel realized that she’d never actually be able to pay Gavin the amount of money that Jason had offered him. So a plan B was necessary. Guessing that Gavin must be a typically horny young man, Rachel wondered if she might be able to seduce him into forgetting the debt. It was certainly worth a try. Later, then, she played a game of pool with Gavin. She wore a tight, short dress that showed off her fish-net clad legs, her butt, and her cleavage. Pretending to be a novice at the game, she invited Gavin her with her cueing posture. This gave her many a chance to bend over in front of him and give him all manner of tantalizing views of her body. Gavin became increasingly turned on as a result. Following that, the paired played poker and then sat watching a movie together. They bonded more, and Rachel continued to flirt with her young guest After she’d excused herself and gone upstairs, she deliberately kept her bedroom door open while undressing. It was her hope that Gavin’s curiosity would lead to him trying to spy on her. This proved the case. Looking on, he got a real treat. Rachel first stripped down to her lingerie. Then she took off her shoes, slid off her panties, and unclasped her bra. Gavin got a great view of her big naked breasts and bare butt. The next morning, Rachel entered the kitchen where Gavin was already having breakfast. She wore a tight blouse and equally tight skirt that gave her a very elegant and sexy look. Now she was ready to go to work on Gavin – to pay him off with pleasure instead of money. On unbuttoning her blouse in front of him, she presented him with his choice. Gavin struggled to decide. However, his passions soon share an intense kiss with Rachel. Shortly after, he turned his attention to her breasts – fondling them and suckling on their hard nipples protruding over the top of her bra. Determined to keep Gavin under pressure to choose, Rachel got down on her knees and sucked long hard and sensually on his big cock. She tongued and licked and deep-throated with it the most exquisite deftness and skill. Further kissing and nipple sucking followed. Then Rachel lay back on the kitchen top and parted her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and Gavin had easy access to her hot pussy. Hungrily he lapped it, making Rachel moan and writhe in ecstasy. Afterwards, she licked her juices from his mouth and lips. Here Gavin’s mind was made up. He didn’t want his friend’s money any more; he wanted his mother instead. All of her. With that, he and Rachel went up to her room and got things on with a vengeance. They eagerly helped each other out of their clothes, then came together, kissing and caressing wildly. Presently, Gavin wound up lying back on the bed while Rachel sucked his cock for a second time. A marathon of crazed fucking then ensued. First Gavin took Rachel in the missionary position. His passionate thrusts shook her body and her bed. Rachel gasped at the pleasure of it and cupped her own breasts, tweaking her nipples with arousal. Next came some doggy-style action. Taking charge of Rachel, Gavin held her hips and pounded her from behind as deep his he could. Rachel cooed in delight, and started to talk dirty to him. In time the action grew ever more intense. Then the pair fucked with Rachel on top. Again and again she bounced up and down on her young lovers big hard cock, arching her back, sticking out her naked breasts. The room was filled with her orgasmic moaning and panting. Finally, Gavin was ready to cum, and an excited Rachel quickly moved in to take every drop of his thick white cream into her open, welcoming mouth. Although she had started out merely intending to take care of a debt, she had ended up having the best of fucks with a young stud. As for Gavin, he was delighted at how things had turned out. Moreover, he had some great news for Rachel. Her son, so it happened, owed him other money besides. These would naturally have to be settled – Rachel declared. Best of all, since Jason wasn’t due home for another six months, she and Gavin could really take their time enjoying it.

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Dad & I – Cry or Cum

I’d be graduating from high school in a couple weeks and I was enjoying every last minute of the hero status I had as the star quarterback who took use to state. I’d just dropped my wad in my cheerleading girlfriend and dropped her off at him. It was late and it was Saturday night. I parked the car in the drive, tried to be very quiet as I walked up the steps. I had to pass my dad’s room as my room was at the end of the hall. I tried to be very quiet; he hadn’t been sleeping well since Mom died five months ago.

As I passed his door, I heard a low moan. Without thinking, I looked through the partially open door. My father laid on his bed, fist wrapped around his cock, stroking it like mad. I was in shock, just stood there, my own cock beginning to pay attention to the hormones running rampant. The noise from his TV dragged my eyes away from the sight of Dad beating off. For the second time tonight, I got a shock. On TV one young guy had another dude’s huge pecker buried in his mouth. Suddenly my dick was aching for release against the front of my pants despite spilling a load not more than an hour ago. As my mind roiled in turmoil, Dad’s cock erupted with a geyser of goo shooting a foot up before falling on his stomach.

I beat a retreat to my room, freed my aching cock and began stroking it. My thoughts went from seeing a dude sucking off his buddy to the sight of my dad stroking. A fantasy suddenly erupted; me with Dad’s dick in my mouth, kneeling between his legs, gazing into his blue eyes focused far away. In my fantasy his dick slipped in and out of my lips as I pumped up and down on him like my hand was pumping my dick. Soon I blew my second load of the night.

Over the next two weeks the fantasy replayed itself time and again. Over the years I’d seen my mom hoovering dad when they were careless and left their door open or thought I’d be out and they’d get randy in the living room or game room. Of course I saw dad doing his fair share of muff diving. Far more common was either Mom on top grinding Dad into oblivion or Dad on top drilling for the bottom of Mom’s hole. But those old Freudian fantasies couldn’t compare to the thought of having Dad’s dick in my mouth.

I turned 18, celebrated by walking into the local adult bookstore and renting some videos. One was a gay video. The next night, a Thursday, Dad’s bowling night, I played them in the game room, knowing he’d come through on the way up from the garage. He didn’t disappoint me. He stopped in his tracks as the TV displayed a girl bent over a pool table sucking one guy while another rammed himself in and out of her. Dad coughed in surprise.

“I’m 18 now Dad.” I said. “No need to sneak in and look at your porn stash.”

His face went beat red. Why do dads always think their sons won’t find the stash? Before he could say anything, I suggest “Why don’t you grab a beer and check this out.”

“Okay,” he agreed before walking past to go upstairs. My eyes detected the beginning of a bulge in his pants.

He returned fairly quickly, I was relieved. I was half afraid he’d paddle the pope. As the movie played through to finish a half hour later, we commented and laughed lewdly as men will. When the movie ended, he went back upstairs while I rewound the tape. When he returned, he had two beers, tossed me one with a wink. I nodded and cracked it open as I pressed play on the next tape.

It opened with a guy in a cop’s uniform having his tool slobber polished by some dude with goatee. I glanced over; my dad’s eyes were wide. My eyes wandered down, his tool was making a tent in his trousers.

“Want me to shut it off?” I asked. “They must have mixed things up at the bookstore. But I kinda always wondered anyway.”

That sounded lame as all hell and was nothing like the smooth seduction I had fantasized about.

“You’re an adult now,” Dad replied, the bulge in his pants pronounced as a guy licked up and down on his buddy’s cock.

“I kinda always wondered what it would be like,” I said, setting my plan into motion. “I mean when our head cheerleader is blowing me, she gets this far away look in her eyes like it’s a super turn on.”

“What?” Dad asked, confused, eyes still riveted to the screen.

“I wonder what it would be like to suck someone,” I pressed one. “Some of the guys swap hand jobs on the bus on the way to a game and one will blow any of us and I just wondered what it would be like.”

“Huh?” he asked, no doubt his mind having trouble processing the idea that his son was bi-curious.

“Dad, did you ever go down on a guy?” I asked. We had that kind of relationship, I could ask him anything. “Did you ever wonder what it would be like?”

“Um, well, when I was playing football we did a circle jerk a time or two,” he admitted.

“I thought about maybe going down on Dougie (our star receiver) but I don’t want anyone to think I’m gay,” I offered my opening gambit. “I’d like to touch another man’s dick just once. Maybe jack it off. And if that felt right, maybe suck it.”

“Um, oh, well according to psychologists everyone has a same sex crush sometime or another usually or so they say,” he offered.

“Can I touch yours?” I asked, turning on the sofa and letting my hand fall to his thigh before rubbing slowly up and down while Dad’s head spun. “I know you wouldn’t tell anyone and you don’t have any diseases. Right?”

“Uh, huh, wha…,” he sputtered as my other hand found his belt, opened it. “Oh what are you doing?” He asked, making no move to stop me. I opened his zipper, stroked his perfect suck me size cock through the fabric of his briefs. “Oh don’t, please?”

“Dad, I’m curious. Do you want me doing this to some stranger?” I asked as my hand slipped under the waist band to grip his cock and free it. “They might have a disease or something,” I continued as I stroked. “Cause I wouldn’t want to do it with someone I know. May I could get someone down the bookstore to stick it through the hole in the movie booths.”

“Oh…,” he moaned, all he could do. I slipped off the couch, knelt between his legs, let the tip of my desert dry tongue brush the purple knob. “Oh…”

My lips parted, I took Dad’s cock in my mouth, began working up and down on it like they do in the movies. I looked up, we locked eyes, and he had a distant look. Suddenly there was a bitter drip of pre-cum then he blew his wad against my tonsils as he struggled to pull his cock from my mouth. There was no way I was going to let a drop escape. None did.

I sucked and licked even as it softened between my lips. I reached up, fondled his balls, took his limp dick all the way in my mouth, licking it the whole time. He kept trying half heartedly trying to pull it out but to no avail. Soon he was hard again and he dumped his second nut in my eager mouth.

With that, I knew that even as much as I liked girls, I also like having a hard cock between my lips. This time I let his limp dick slip from my lips before getting up and drinking the last of my first beer shared with my dad. And that wasn’t all we shared. I half wanted to beat off, half wanted to sleep. Dad got up as I sit down, he zipped up before disappearing. I nodded off to sleep watching one dude getting reamed by the other.

I dreamed our head cheerleader was doing me good. Better that she ever had. She was doing it just right, making my cock ache as it built up. I opened my eyes, Dad was between my legs sucking my dick. My fantasy come true, I blew a huge load in his mouth. It was the most exciting load I ever dumped. I took my Dad’s head in my hands as I leaned over. We kissed, our tongues met, I could taste my own cum in his mouth, and I was rock hard again. Dad knew just how to take care of that, something told me my cock wasn’t the first he had in his mouth.

Cum to Mommy

Like everyone else, I can be described a number of ways — normal, suburban housewife, stay at home mom, soccer mom, average in looks, happily married…horny….and someone that lusts after her son and his friends. I know that many people would be shocked and appalled at that last descriptor and I can’t say that I totally blame them. It’s something I never thought about before. It came as a surprise to me. I’ll describe how it got started.

My husband and I were married 20 years ago, when I was 18 and he was 26. A year later we had twins, Josh and Amy. Our married life has been good; my husband is a good guy and a solid provider. For the first several years of our marriage, our sex life was very satisfying, both in terms of passion and frequency. Over the years, several things have happened though. One is that my husband has begun to travel much more, with some of the trips lasting a couple of weeks or so, so we don’t see each other as much. And with the travel and work, he is often tired so his sex drive just isn’t what it used to be. At the same time, for some reason, my sex drive has had a dramatic upswing. Part of that may be that I gotten in much better shape physically. I have been working out and feel and look better than I have in years.

Along with the physical part of my enhanced sexual awareness has been a slowly growing question in my mind about whether or not I have missed out on a lot sexually. I have only had sex with two people…my husband and a boy in high school and that adventure was pretty disappointing. So, I really had never experienced much sexual variety. Therefore, over the last few years, I have developed an active fantasy life…thinking about sex, imagining sexual encounters with males I either see or read about, or perhaps even movie stars, and looking and reading things online. And I started masturbating much more. I first masturbated when I was around 13 and did it fairly regularly as a teen. However, my family was religious and very straight-laced and I always felt that self-gratification was a little bit wrong. Mind you, I still did it but I was never able to let myself go completely. After marriage, I rarely masturbated until maybe three years ago, when sex with my husband became less frequent and not as satisfying and my sexual needs exploded.

Up until recently I did not actively fantasize about sex with young guys and particularly my son, at least I don’t think I did. I waffle on that because I certainly began to notice him, how he had developed into such a strong, handsome guy, with a terrific body. Like many teens, he was often not even aware of his looks or effect he had on others, so I would occasionally see him in his underwear often with no shirt, and I couldn’t help but notice his physique as well as the bulge in his crotch. Twice, accidentally, I saw him naked, once with his back to me, and I noticed his very firm buttocks. Once I saw him from the front, and while it was only a glance, I was astounded by his long, thick cock, surrounded by curls of pubic hair. And while I don’t really think I fantasized about sex with him, there were many times when that image, of him standing there naked, popped into my mind.

And of course, since I had gotten much more sexually conscious, I wondered about my kids too. My daughter, Amy, was now 19 and fully developed with long legs, a pretty little tush, and full breasts. She was also interested in boys. I figured she masturbated frequently. I know there were lots of times when her panties were stained in the crotch, showing evidence of a wet vagina, even during the time of the month when she wasn’t having her period. And I noticed a few times, that my son’s sheets were spotted, probably from semen stains. And the girls that hung around him were amazingly pretty and they dressed so provocatively. So he had to either be engaging in sex or thinking about it a lot. I only repeat all this to share with you my state of mind…I was normally curious about my kids, particularly my son, but not salacious, at least at that time.

During the period I am about to describe my husband was on a three week long, international business trip. One morning I had gotten up and got breakfast for the kids and saw them off. My works at a bookstore in the summer between college semesters, and he typically drops my daughter off at the high school she works at in the summer. After they left, I got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and went to the basement and worked out. After 45 minutes of that I put on a load of clothes to wash and went back upstairs. I sat down on my computer and went to a couple of favorite websites and read some erotic stories and answered some emails, a couple of which were erotic exchanges I was having with a couple of guys I had an online relationship with. I also chatted with one of them, and I got so worked up, I decided to go upstairs and take care of myself. I pulled off my sweaty workout clothes and threw them in the laundry and went to my bedroom. The room had a full length mirror and I happened to glance at myself. I was proud of my body since I’d started working out. I always had a pretty good ass and tits according to my husband and comparing myself to other women my age, but in the last year or so, my waist had narrowed somewhat, and my thighs and buttocks were much firmer. My tits had gotten a little smaller as I lost weight but they were still good…a D cup…and while they sagged a little, they were still fairly full and firm. After my online activities, I noted that my nipples were hard and erect and I rolled them in my fingers a little bit. As I pulled on them, to the point it hurt a little, I felt a jolt in my vagina, like a quick charge of electricity. I reached down and ran my fingers up my slit and when I looked I noticed how shiny it was with pussy dew. I was so horny. It seemed like ages since I’d had sex.

I went to the closet and found an old overcoat in the back. In the pockets were a couple of sex toys I hid there. I pulled out a battery operated dildo, about six inches long and pretty big around, the kind that had the rotating pellets in the shaft and a little rubber clit-massager attached.

I got in bed and spread my legs. I have always had a full bush because my husband is fine with it that way and it is much less trouble than shaving would be. The only thing I do is trim it occasionally, particularly in the summer when I may be wearing a swimsuit. I bent my knees and splayed my legs and slowly ran a finger over my pussy lips which were slightly opened. One hand slowly massaged my tits, occasionally rolling the nipples in my fingers. I kept thinking about a guy…a friend of my husband that I had long thought would be a great lover…and I imagined him watching me, stroking his hard cock, waiting to sink it inside me and fuck me like the slut that I wanted to be. My pussy ached with desire and I dipped a finger inside. I withdrew it as I looked down and saw a string of fluid connecting my cunt and the tip of my finger. I moaned and opened my pussy lips more and rubbed the flat of my hand over the swollen flesh, spreading pussy juice over my hairy crotch. I imagined a big hard cock spreading my cunt lips open and spearing me, buried deep inside my throbbing fuckhole.

I took the dildo and sucked the head and left it shiny with saliva. Bringing my feet up off the bed, I opened my legs as wide as I could get them. I took the long, pliant but firm, head of the silicone cock and rubbed it over and between my pussy lips, getting it well-lubed with hot juice. I stuck it inside for an inch or so and then I turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting. I knew that my pussy could eat it up all the way, but I wanted to wait and savor it before getting myself off. So I fucked it deeper inside me but not as far as my hungry cunt wanted.

I love to watch myself getting fucked so I got a pillow and put in under my head and leaned forward to watch the dick-like dildo fuck me. As I did so, I saw through the crack of the door eyes watching me…the eyes of my son. I had no idea how long he had been there but knew that I saw him and he scurried away. Needless to say, my lustful thoughts disappeared. I was mortified. I knew that he could see everything the way I was laying. My ass and my open pussy were facing the door so he could see everything…from my asshole to my open pussy with a dildo inside, and my bobbing tits. He must have come home for something. He normally calls out when he comes in but he either didn’t this time, or I was so focused on my sexual needs that I didn’t hear him.

I quickly got up and got a bathrobe. I put the dildo away in the closet and sat on the bed. I couldn’t believe that my son saw me that way. I didn’t mind him seeing my body so much…a few times, I knew that he had glimpsed it accidentally, the same way I had seen him a couple of times. But to see me so splayed out, fucking my obviously wet and needy pussy made my mind spin. I tried to figure out what to do. I supposed the best thing to do was nothing, just forget about it, like it never happened. But, that would seem to make it very awkward for us. I didn’t know how I would act around him, or him around me, knowing that he saw me that way. It would probably be in our minds every time we saw each other. No, the best thing to do was clear the air; to talk to him and tell him that I had needs to, and hoped he would understand that and eventually forget it, or if not forget it, at least not hate me for it. Maybe that would clear the air anyway.

So, I decided to simply confront him and talk to him about it. I knew he had gone to his room so I went down the hall. I knocked on him door.

“Hold on.” I heard him scurrying around. Finally, “come in.”

He was on his bed, wearing a pair of cut-offs with no shirt.

I sat on the edge of his bed. “Josh, listen, this is awkward for both of us. I know you saw me. And I’m…I’m sorry you saw me like that. I thought I was alone in the house. It’s just…well, with your father gone so much, I…well, I just get lonely and I did it. I…I don’t know what to say.”

He didn’t look at me but responded. “Mom, I understand. You don’t have to be sorry. I shouldn’t have looked.”

“How long were you…how much…?”

Josh blushed. “Not much. I just saw you….I guess I had been standing there a while though. I’m sorry, Mom. I shouldn’t have looked. It’s just…I…I couldn’t help it.”

“No, it’s my fault for not closing my door,” I replied. “I thought you were at work.”

“They are doing construction in the parking lot and so they closed the store for today. I forgot about it.”

I couldn’t help but notice how much my son had developed over the last year. He was already tall…now almost 6′, and over the last year, with swimming, football, and working out with weights, he was certainly well muscled, “rippled” I guess they call it now. His chest was broad and it tapered down to a very narrow waist. He had a little hair on his chest, not much, but his shorts were pulled down and I could see the trace of light fuzz that began at his navel and ran towards his groin and I remembered the day I saw him naked, with his big cock dangling, the base of it covered in brown, curly public hair. I thought about how it would look now.

As I observed his body, I noticed that the crotch of his shorts was tented. I thought he must have been erect, if not fully, at least partially. I wondered if the sight of me fucking myself did that to him. He had tried to hide it by the way he was leaning on his side, with his leg bent in such a way that his shorts bloused out naturally, but it was evident.

“Josh, as I said I’m sorry I didn’t close my door. You must have been shocked to see me that way. Were you son?”

He blushed again. “Yes…yes ma’am. I was shocked…but…but.” He looked at me plaintively.

I couldn’t help it. As I sat there and thought about him seeing me, it turned from something I was embarrassed about to something I was turned on by. I was still mortified but also aroused. I felt my pussy become moist again like it was earlier. And to know that he stood there and watched suggested that he just have been turned on. And that hard cock of his was proof of that.

“Josh you can say whatever you want to me. How did you feel when you saw me?”

He reddened. “Embarrassed, I guess. But…I…I shouldn’t have watched so long.”

“Josh, like I say, you can be honest with me. Tell me the truth. Were you a little bit excited too?” I asked tentatively.

“I…I guess I was a little bit. You looked…not like my mom…you looked like any other woman.”

“Were you…playing with yourself when I knocked on your door? It’s okay if you were. That’s natural. I can understand that. Sometimes I think about seeing men do that and I get…you know, so it’s natural.”

He looked away. “Yes Mom…I couldn’t help myself.”

I put my hand on his leg and slowly caressed his calf. His skin was so smooth and firm. I could tell he was getting hard again. He shifted a little to get more comfortable but he didn’t move away. My hand kept caressing him, getting higher and higher on his leg.

“Josh, like I said, it’s natural to feel that way. Just like it was natural for me to be doing that. I know I shouldn’t have let you see me, but I couldn’t help doing what I did. I just get so…oh, I don’t know how to say it…I just get lonely and needy.”

He put his hand on top of mine. “Mom, like I said, I understand. Mom, it looked…I liked watching.”

He slid down the bed toward me and laid flat. It was evident now that he was hard. And he knew that I knew he was hard. He didn’t try to hide it like he did at first. His breathing was becoming raspy and labored.

“Just be still, Josh. Mommy will take care of you. Don’t worry…just lie there and enjoy yourself.”

My fingers traced around the legs of his shorts. He began moaning softly. I reached through the leg hole of his shorts and caressed, my hand near his balls. I ran my hand all around his leg. He spread them out a little and it looked like his cock was about to burst out of his pants he was so hard. As I leaned down to stroke his leg, my robe fell open and the tops and sides of my breasts were revealed. It had also pulled open below the waist and my legs and upper thighs were showing. I pushed my hands further up under the shorts and as I touched his testicles, he moaned again, somewhat louder now. He didn’t have on underwear. I cupped his balls and rolled them around in my hand for a minute, and was amazed at how his sac was tight around them and I couldn’t believe how big they were. I then put my other hand up the other leg of his shorts and wrapped it around the base of his cock. He was so thick and hard that I couldn’t even reach around him. I pumped him a couple of times but my hands were so constricted I couldn’t do much.

I got on my knees and pulled the robe open and let it fall to the floor. Through half –lidded eyes my son saw me. I stayed up for a moment so he could see my tits and the rest of my body including my hairy pussy. I was breathing so hard I couldn’t have spoken if I had wanted to. It was like I was in some erotic zone. I couldn’t have stopped now if my husband had walked in and saw us.

I leaned down to unbutton and unzip his shorts. Because he was so hard and his cock so big, I had to get the crotch all the way open so he could lift himself and I could pull the shorts down over his hips and legs.

I was astonished at the sight. He was bigger than my husband, both in length and circumference. His cock was slightly curved and because he was so hard his cock was pointed towards his face. I could see it throb every time he breathed. His shaft was lined with bulging veins. His balls were tight against his body. And the overall impressions I got from seeing him totally naked were leanness, smoothness, and sexual tension.

He continued to look at me and he paid particular attention to my tits hanging a few inches over his legs. My nipples felt like they were bursting and my cunt was draining fluid down my leg as I reached out to feel his cock. I squeezed the head. I pulled his cock back towards me and it was tight…it felt like a coiled spring. I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was and how exciting it was to hold my son’s hard cock in my hands…the son that had come out of my now wet and warm pussy. The pussy that was now throbbing for his hard dick.

Leaning on one hand I stroked his cock with the other. I wanted to explore the length of it. I knew he was close to cumming and frankly so was I. I leaned down to kiss his cockhead and took it inside my mouth. He jerked involuntarily and I knew he was getting close. I lowered my mouth down his shaft, taking the slight saltiness and smelling the slight musky odor of a young boy in heat. I wanted to devour that marvelous golden cock. The shaft was slick from my saliva draining down it and I felt the veins as my lips caressed him. I held his tight balls. My head jolted as his ass lifted and he began to thrust. I held his cock and began to jack him off with my mouth closed over it. I was masturbating him inside my mouth. I felt a couple of jerks and tasted the first stream of cum as it erupted and spewed from his cock. My pussy was humping as I was mouthfucking him and jacking him off. I quickly swallowed his cum.

But I wanted more. So I moved up his body straddling him and spread my leg to the side so my cunt was open. I took his cumming cock and plunged him inside me. It felt like I was being split open but God, what a glorious feeling.

“Fuck Mommy Josh, fuck Mommy’s hot cunt. Cum inside Mommy’s cunt, Josh. Cum, cum, cum, cum,” I kept repeating over and over.

My words and my wetness and warmth as I engulfed him inflamed him more and as he humped me, I could feel another eruption of cum hit the walls of my cunt. I fucked him as hard as I could with the downstrokes burying his cock up to his balls. His cock engorged my cunt more than anything ever had, spreading me out and stretching me. But somehow my greedy pussy took it all and if he’d had more, I would have wanted that too. His whole body was jerking each time he squirted and both his hands groped my dangling, flopping tits. I yelled as my contractions started and the muscles of my cunt, already tight with his big dick squeezed him even more and milked him of whatever cum he had left. I came over and over and by then he was just twitching periodically, humping a little but primarily just quivering. Finally, my contractions subsided, and I lifted my leg off him and his long dick flopped against his belly. I moved down to take it in my mouth. I licked him clean and let the rest of the thin cum draining from his cock settle into my mouth where it pooled. I moved it around a little, coating my teeth and gums and I swallowed.

In a few minutes, I stood. My son’s cock was now limp and lying against his belly. It was red from the fucking we just had and my cunt was sore. I leaned down to kiss my son’s cock. Then I pulled a sheet over my son and gathered my robe and left the room.

I took a shower and went downstairs. My son stayed in his room. My mind was reeling with emotions. First was simple disbelief that I would allow this to happen. What kind of person has sex with her own son? Secondly, I was concerned about the effect on Josh. Would it kill our relationship? What would he think of me as a mother? Would this make him “warped” in some way? Would it cause him psychological problems and cause him problems with relationships in the future? Would he tell? If he did, it would be devastating. But another part of my thoughts concerned the sexual part. I had to admit that the sex part was great. I loved the feel of Josh’s cock in my hands, mouth, and pussy, and thinking about it caused me to get wet all over again.

In a couple of hours Josh came downstairs and fixed a sandwich. I knew we had to discuss it so as he was eating, I sat down across the table from him.

“Josh, we need to talk. I hope you…well, this is something that I hope you can just forget about. We both got carried away but it was my fault. Everything today has been my fault.”

“Mom, wait. It wasn’t all your fault. I’m 19 and a grown man even if I am your son. I could have stopped you.”

We chatted for a few more minutes and I began to think it was all going to be fine. So I gathered up his dishes and took them to the sink to wash them and put them away. As I was standing there, Josh came over to put the glass he was using in the dishwasher. I moved to give him room and as I turned towards the sink again, he put his arms around me from behind. After my shower, I’d put on jeans and a pullover blouse, that was not tucked into my pants. His arms crossed and he held my tits. I stood still for a moment and I felt his breath on my neck. He was breathing hard and as he pressed his body to mine, I could feel his erection. I made no attempt to move his hands. He then raised my shirt and put his hands over my bra and caressed me. I knew he could feel how hard my nipples were through the thin fabric.

“Josh, are you sure?”

I barely waited for his answer. “Josh, that feels so good.”

One of his hands moved to my groin and he pressed his hands to it. As he squeezed, I knew that my pussy was swelling and becoming lubed. He had pushed my bra up and was caressing my bare tits. I reached back and felt his hard cock…he seemed fully erect and I marveled again at how big he was.

I turned and began to unbutton my jeans. He helped me get them over my hips. Then I quickly removed my shirt and bra and stood before him naked. I simply pulled down on his shorts and they easily slip off his narrow hips. He flung his shirt away as he removed it.

We embraced and kissed and I felt his hard cock pressing into my belly. I reached down to hold him as our mouths opened and explored with writhing tongues. It felt so good to have my tits pressed against his bare chest.

As much as my pussy was throbbing to be fucked, I wanted to taste and caress that big cock again, so I had him sit in the chair at the kitchen table. I stood next to him and he put his head to my lower stomach and reached around to caress my ass. I felt his fingers explore the crease between my buttocks and then I felt a finger touch my asshole. I moaned quietly. He slipped his hand underneath and I felt his fingers open my pussy lips and feel the wet flesh inside. I bent over slightly to give him greater access and he moved his head to the side so he had more space. I cocked my leg out a little and my slit opened up for him and he probed my warm pussy. He was a little rough but I was so hot that it didn’t matter. As his fingers grazed my clit, I shuddered with a mini-orgasm.

I wanted to get back to that big cock. So I pulled away and got on my knees between his legs. He stretched out and slid down in the chair a bit. His penis must have been at least 8 inches and as I said earlier was really thick. I put a hand around it and pulled it down to my face. I squeezed the head and saw a little bead of pre-cum bubble up in the little slit. I stuck the tip of my tongue to it and pulled it into my mouth. I raised his cock and put my mouth over his sac and pressed and one of his balls popped into my mouth. I greedily sucked it as my other hand caressed the length of his dick. He moaned and held my head. I could feel his cock twitching. He was a young guy and I knew that he could cum at any time, so I took the head of his cock inside and slid my mouth down as far as it would go, which frankly wasn’t that far.

As I was sucking his cock, bobbing my head up and down, I felt his leg reach between my legs. I shifted a little and felt his shin bone press against my hairy, needy pussy. He moved it a little and I smeared his leg with cunt-juice. He began to lift his hips off the chair to fuck my mouth and I knew he was about to cum. But I wanted to fuck him.

Standing, I moved forward and spread my legs. His eyes were glued to my outstretched pussy lips. I took the head of his cock and rubbed it over my clit and lodged it inside his fuckhole. I lowered myself onto his cock and I have never felt anything as glorious as that big cock entering me. Obviously we were moving pretty feverishly but it truly felt like it was in slow motion, at least in my memory. He opened me up and fucked me in virgin territory. His cockhead seemed to blossom as it went deeper into the hot, wet flesh. It even hurt a little bit as it went deeper and stretched me out more. But I was so wet that it hit home and I had him buried inside me.

A few times, I stroked his cock with my cunt, but frankly I couldn’t keep sliding up and down. I needed him inside me, so I settled onto his lap with it all in me and I rocked on him to create the glorious friction. My tits were in his face and he moved from one to the other, sucking my nipples like he did when he was a baby.

As I ground into him, I whispered raspily, “Josh, you cock feels so good in Mommy’s pussy. So big and hard. Oh, Josh, do you like to fuck Mommy’s hot cunt?”

As I talked to him, he reached around and cupped my asscheeks. As he did so, he began to thrust inside me. My tits were against his face as he took control. Groaning and snorting, he held my ass apart and his cock pistoned in and out of me, spearing me and taking short very, very hard strokes into my grasping pussy. My asscheeks under his hand clasped together to attempt to capture that huge cock every time it went inside me. I wanted his cock, his balls, all of it inside my hungry, greedy pussy.

The velocity and pace of his thrusts accelerated and I felt the first warm spurt of cum cover the insides of my cunt. I started cumming at the same time and I licked his face, moaned and yelled with the feel of his hot thick cum and my pussy muscles milking him.

Finally our gyrations quieted and I pressed to him and held him until I felt his soft cock plop out of my pussy. I stood and he looked to see his cum draining down my legs.

Late, after we were all in bed, he came into my room, licked my pussy and fucked me again, this time as I was on my knees and he was behind me. The next morning before leaving for work, he fucked me again. He told me he would come home for lunch and I couldn’t wait, because I knew he would fuck me again.

Best Present Ever: Mom

The afternoon matinee with Allison went really well, and after I returned to college, we texted daily, Skyped weekly and, although we weren’t officially dating, we were definitely intrigued and attracted to each other.

I love how cute she is… I love how smart she is… I love how we have so much in common.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t get the last thing Mrs. Raske had said on New Year’s Eve out of mind, “Trust me, your mother is not as innocent as she seems.”

My sister, Sandra, and Mrs. Raske were working together to add Mom to the lesbian society of submissives and Mrs. Raske and I visited on Skype once a week where she updated me on her progress and we enjoyed some play time.

It was mid-February when Mrs. Raske revealed, “Task accomplished.”

“No way,” I said, never believing that she would be able to get Mom, even though both Sandra and Mrs. Raske were confident it was a sure thing.

“Want pictures or video?” my MILF pet asked, with a wicked smile.

“Both,” I replied, calling her bluff.

“What a dirty boy,” she purred, as she unbuttoned her blouse.

“Says the dirty slut,” I countered.

“Get your slut off and I’ll send you pictures and video,” she offered, as she took off her blouse.

“No,” I firmly shook my head. “Send me the pictures and video now and then you may get rewarded.”

“Fine,” she sighed, obeying like the submissive slut she was.

“I don’t like that tone, slut,” I pointed out.

“Sorry, sir,” she immediately apologized, knowing that the last time she had annoyed me I hung up on her and made her complete a task (get her pathetic husband to come on her face and then go and get groceries before she could clean herself up… all while taking a few selfies) before letting her back in my good graces. “Please give your slut a couple of minutes.”

“Good girl,” I purred, knowing positive reinforcement was important to her.

I waited, believing she must have seduced my Mom, but still shocked and, of course, incredibly intrigued.

She said, after a couple of minutes, “Pictures are sent.”

I was just about to scold her for taking too long when I was alerted I had a text message. So I grabbed my phone, giddy with excitement, and clicked on the text.

“Oh my,” I said out loud to myself, not ready for what I was about to see.

There were five pictures:

– One of my Mom on her knees between a pair of black nylon clad legs

– One close up of Mom’s face buried in a pussy

– One of Mom standing naked except for pantyhose and panties, her nice tits staring at me

– One of Mom completely naked, legs spread and her fingers in her cunt

– And another close up of Mom’s face, this time as she obviously was climaxing

“The video is too big to send by phone,” she said, pulling me out of my staring.

“I expect it ASAP slut,” I demanded, wanting to see the corresponding video.

“I’ll have to hook up my phone, transfer it to my computer, and then send it as an e-mail,” she explained.

“Obviously,” I nodded, looking at her. “Hurry up, I have class in half an hour.”

“Yes, Master,” she nodded. I did love how a beautiful woman twice my age was so obedient and so desperate to please me even from hundreds of miles away.

“Good girl,” I again reconfirmed.

I asked, as I waited, “So, is she submissive too?”

“Completely,” she nodded.

“Does Sandra know?” I asked.

“No,” Mrs. Raske answered, “I thought that was best, especially since your mother will be in Boston in two weeks.”

“Good,” I agreed, “she is not to know.”

“Of course,” she replied, before adding, “sorry, I’m not really good with technology. My computer says it will take forty minutes to transfer from my phone.”

“It’s okay, my slut,” I smiled, knowing she was trying her best. “We will meet later tonight.”

“Yes, Master,” she agreed, clearly disappointed by the delay.

I clicked off and headed to class while continually checking my phone for the video.

In class, since it was a hands on project, I forgot about my phone and then had to ignore the temptation when I felt it buzz in my pants, notifying me that I had a message.

As soon as class was done, I pulled out my phone as I walked back to my dorm room.

Even though I’d seen the pictures and knew she had indeed submitted, watching it on video was shocking. I had my phone on mute because I was in public, but I watched as my Mom crawled to Mrs. Raske and licked her stockinged feet then moved up and buried her face in Mrs. Raske’s cunt. The camera was from a distance and at a high angle, but it was, without a doubt, Mom.

A text followed:

Master Two more clips to follow. One of before she submits, the second of her fingering herself on my bed. Unfortunately, there is no audio because it is from a security camera. Your slut

I sighed. I would have loved to have heard the conversation that led to Mom’s submission, the talk and moans as she pleased Mrs. Raske, and my own mother’s moans as she got herself off.

Of course, I hoped to hear those moans first hand in a couple of weeks.

I watched all three videos, rewarded my MILF pet online and clarified that Mom still had no clue about my relationships with any of my pets… my own plan of my Mom’s seduction formulating in my head.

Two weeks ticked by at a snail’s pace as I played a million variations of the seduction of my mother.

I heard in vivid details how my MILF slut seduced and dommed my shy Mom. Apparently, Mom had been hinting at her lesbian curiosity with her sexy neighbour for a while (even before my Christmas holiday accidental re-invention of myself) so Mrs. Raske had opened the door at the suggestion of her Mistress, my sister, Sandra.

Mom had immediately regretted her lesbian submission, feeling guilty for cheating on her husband, and had insisted it was a mistake that couldn’t happen again.

Of course, Mrs. Raske didn’t agree and had forced my Mom to serve her two more times after that first fateful submission.

Mrs. Raske helped my seduction by insisting that she and Mom go shopping for new hosiery. She made Mom throw away every pair of pantyhose and buy only thigh high stockings. She reasoned it was for two purposes:

– First, thigh highs were sexier and, unlike Mom’s Walmart pantyhose, the stockings they bought were pure silk…thus they were even better at accentuating Mom’s legs, making her look and feel sexy.

-Second, there should always be easy access to a pet’s pussy.

My slut also insisted Mom buy some sexy boots (that way she could look sexy while simultaneously being practical for the New England weather, especially based on the crazy 2010-11 winter).

Mom protested that she was going up to see her son, but Mrs. Raske was insistent and Mom, being the submissive she was, gave in.

I also kept chatting through Skype and texting with Allison, who was planning to come visit the school, unfortunately with her mom, a couple of weeks after Mom’s visit.

Our chats were getting more personal, but it was in the texts, where she was way less shy than when on Skype, that she hinted at all the things I already knew… although she obviously didn’t say she was a submissive to my sister, but she implied she was a curious, adventurous and willing to try anything kind of woman.

Anyway, Mom flew in, and , because I don’t have a vehicle, I took three buses to meet her at her hotel.

When she opened her door, my cock immediately hardened. She had always been pretty, but her makeover at the hands of her neighbour (and, unknown to her, my submissive) had transformed her to a complete MILF knockout.

She was wearing a blouse that was tight against her breasts, a black skirt that was just above the knees (sexy, but not slutty), black nylons that had a seam running down the back and black three inch boots.

Knowing she was unwittingly dressing up for me enhanced the situation for me.

“Mom, you look,” I paused for dramatic effect, “hot.”

Mom blushed, “Mrs. Raske insisted on giving me a fashion makeover.”

“Well, it worked,” I nodded, and gave her a hug. My hands slyly landing on the top of her ass…not inappropriate, but definitely lower than I would have gone in previous hugs.

Breaking it, I asked, “It’s past your usual dinner time, are you hungry?”

“Starving,” she nodded, my Mom used to regularly scheduled eating. She was a type two diabetic and thus needed to eat regularly.

“We are two blocks from the original Cheers bar if you want to go there,” I suggested, knowing it was a show both my parents liked and still watched on reruns.

“That would be great,” she nodded.

“Let’s go,” I suggested, and then we headed out.

As soon as we were outside, I offered Mom my arm, as the streets were slightly treacherous with the melting snow.

We walked and chatted as I showed her the public Boston Common, which even in winter was very nice… in summer it was beautiful.

We got to the bar, ordered food and caught up. After dinner, Mom spent almost a hundred bucks in the Cheers souvenir shop and took a few pictures.

We then took a short taxi ride downtown and I showed her the downtown market, we walked down by the harbor and ended the evening going on a ghost walk tour. Mom, who scares easily, took my arm for the walk and, when in a graveyard, I made just the slightest of advancements by taking her hand in mine.

She didn’t pull her hand away, so we walked the rest of the forty minute walk with our fingers entwined.

When the tour ended, the night had become quite chilly, and Mom was shivering, so we got a taxi to take us back to the hotel (the walk would have been about twenty minutes and that was if we didn’t get lost… the streets went in all directions and it was easy to end up off target, I still sometimes got lost, even after a few months of living here).

In the taxi, I pulled her into my arms and said, “You’re freezing.”

“I don’t think I dressed for such an evening,” she said as she pushed into me for warmth.

Deciding to continue my snail’s pace seduction of my mother, I moved my hand to her nylon clad leg and began moving my hand up and down, pretending to be warming up her leg.

She seemed slightly surprised at first, but I said, “Your legs must be freezing.”

She giggled slightly, “Yes, nylon is not the best attire to keep you warm.”

“But it is the sexiest,” I quipped, again giving just a hint of my plan.

“They are, are they?” Mom asked, surprised by my words.

“Oh yeah,” I nodded, “it’s the first thing I notice on a woman, their legs, especially in nylons… which is probably your fault.”

“My fault?” She asked, looking at me.

“Well, you were always wearing them, and, according to many psychological theories, sons often are drawn to women who resemble their mothers,” I explained, going even further, “truth be told, I have always had a nylon foot fetish.”

“Well, I guess you’re just like your father,” she laughed.

“Is he a nylon person too?” I asked.

“If I go a day without wearing them, he is not happy,” she answered.

I already knew she was submissive based on the video of her and Mrs. Raske, but the idea that she was submissive to Dad was new. “Interesting,” I nodded.

“Why is that interesting?” She asked.

“It’s just that I assumed you wore them because you liked them and they accentuated your sexy legs.”

“I’ve grown to love wearing them,” she nodded, before adding, “did you just call my legs sexy?”

“Mom, you have amazing legs,” I said, “I’d be lying if I said I’d never stared at your legs before.”

“Oh,” she said, as if trying to process this piece of information.

Deciding to continue my sly seduction, I moved my hand up to the top of her lace thigh highs. “Oh, thigh highs.”

She moved away suddenly, but didn’t say anything.

I complimented, continuing my slow seduction, as we reached the hotel, “Thigh highs are super sexy, I expect all my women to wear them.”

“All your women?” She questioned, clearly surprised by my choice of words.

“Girls like to understand their position,” I answered, before getting out of the taxi to allow those words to marinate.

I took Mom’s arm again and led her into the hotel, up the elevator and to the hotel room.

Mom immediately took her boots off, as she said, “My feet are literally killing me.”

A witty comment about getting on her back popped into my head, but instead I focused on a more sly approach. “Lie down on the bed Mom and I’ll give you a foot massage.”

“No, that’s okay,” she said, the tone in her voice implying she was nervous about our earlier conversation.

“Mom, after all the times you’ve looked after my needs in the past, the least I can do is give you a foot massage,” I countered.

“I guess that would be nice,” she nodded tentatively, although she didn’t actually get onto the bed.

“Lie down, Mom,” I instructed, “with your head on the pillows, and throw on some television if you wish.”

“Okay,” Mom nodded, walking to the bed and cautiously going onto it so as not to let me see her lace top stockings. Once she was on the bed and comfortable, I joined her at the other end and took her stocking-clad foot in my hands. The nylon was sheer and I was instantly in my own version of heaven. Her painted pink toe nails only enhanced the beauty of her foot and I was tempted to take her pretty toes in my mouth.

Mom whimpered slightly when I began massaging her foot and said, “That feels so good, Matthew.”

“Agreed,” I replied, another subtle hint of my own fetish.

“So much like your father,” she smiled, shaking her head.

I asked, “So you started wearing nylons all the time because he told you to?”

“Kind of,” she shrugged. “I mean, I often wore them anyway as I always liked the different colours I could wear and how they could help accessorize my outfits.”

“Cool,” I nodded.

“But yes, your Dad has come to expect me to wear them,” she admitted.

“And if you don’t?” I asked.

“I just do,” she answered.

“My pets are the same,” I nodded, using the word ‘pets’ as I shifted to her other foot, bringing back the conversation I had left marinating when we left the taxi.

“Pets?” She questioned, seemingly more intrigued than shocked, having been set up for this conversation in the taxi. One thing I know about people, if you set up the bread crumbs, they often want to eat the whole loaf. But they will never eat the whole loaf without a few bread crumbs first.

“Beth and Della are two of them,” I revealed.

“Sandra’s Beth and Della?” Mom asked, genuinely surprised.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Oh,” she said, clearly thinking about this.

“Why? Are you surprised a geek like me could get a couple hot cheerleaders?” I asked.

“No, no, no,” she shook her head. “I didn’t mean that at all, it’s just I thought you and Allison may be an item.”

“I’ve learned something about women,” I said, my confidence strong.

“What’s that?” She said with a smile.

“Most women work hard to put on the persona that society expects them to play,” I answered, rather cryptically.

“Meaning?” She questioned, as I moved my hands up to her ankle, lifting her leg up slightly, enough to allow the entire lace top of her stockings to be revealed.

“Maybe I’ve said too much,” I said, knowing that psychologically this would likely make her beg for me to give her more.”

“You can’t say something like that and then just leave it,” she protested, looking at her skirt and realizing her lace tops were showing. As expected, she didn’t try to cover it up.

“But it may offend you, even though I think you are very good proof of my theory,” I replied, throwing out the hook and now waiting for her to bite.

“I am, am I?” She asked, raising her eyebrow, as my hands went to her calf. “Now I really need to know.”

“I don’t want to offend you,” I said, my hand moving slowly up her leg.

“Tell me, young man,” she demanded, using the same tone she had many times when I was in trouble.

Going for broke, I answered, “You are submissive and desperately looking for someone to take control.”

“Is that so?” She asked, although she didn’t deny it.

“The fact that you are not denying it proves it is true,” I answered, “plus it’s all part of the feminine psyche. Women always have to be seen a certain way, but the truth is that they desperately want to be seen in a totally different way.”

“And what way is that?” She asked.

“Honestly?” I asked, again drawing her in.

“This hasn’t been honest?” She questioned with a smile.

“Touché,” I nodded, my hands getting closer and closer to her thigh without her making even a faint attempt at stopping me.

“Well?” She questioned.

“A submissive slut,” I answered, “like Mrs. Raske is to me.”

“What?” She gasped, clearly shocked by this information.

“Let’s just say I started the new year with a literal bang,” I joked.

Her face went red as she realized that I had fucked someone she had since submitted to.

“It’s okay, Mom,” I said, my hand moving under her skirt and directly to her pussy, “I know all about your lesbian submission games with my MILF pet.”

“Oh God,” she moaned, because of both my revelation and my fingers on her, not surprisingly, very wet cunt.

“Just give in to me, Mom,” I ordered, as my fingers traced her pussy lips through her sopping wet panties.

“Matthew, this is wrong,” she protested weakly even though she didn’t move away or move my hand away.

I knew I had her hook, line and sinker, as I purred, and moved between her legs, “It’s okay, Mom, we both know you want this and need this.”

“Matthew,” she said, her eyes showing her complete overwhelmed confusion, “I’m your mother.”

“And I’m your Master,” I countered, using a word I was confident would trigger yet another gush in her panties and break down her already fragile resistance to the act of incest I was offering.

“Matthew,” she repeated, a look of trepidation and lust in her eyes, clearly overwhelmed with the sudden shift in conversation and expectations.

“Remember what you said to me during the holidays?” I asked.

“No,” she shook her head, completely at the whim of my words and actions.

“I pointed out that motherly nurturing was critical to proper psychological development and you said, and I’m quoting you verbatim here, ‘Well anytime you need me, I am here for you'”.

“Yes, but I didn’t mean this,” Mom protested.

“Didn’t mean what?” I asked, wanting to hear her say the words.

“This,” she repeated, pointing to me between her slightly spread legs.

“And what is this?” I asked, as I moved my hands under her skirt, reached her panties again and smiled as she voluntarily lifted her ass up so I could slide them down her legs.

“Oh, Matthew,” she weakly said, her face flush, “I, um, we can’t.”

“Mom, there is nothing more natural than sex and nothing more pure than intimacy between a mother and son,” I suggested, as I tossed her panties onto the floor. “It’s quite frankly the most natural thing in the world.”

“Oh God, Matthew,” she quivered, “I can’t believe you are being so….”

“So what?” I asked, as I stood up and went to unbuckle my belt.

“So strong,” she said, staring at my crotch, an obvious hunger to see what I was packing.

“You want to see your son’s cock, don’t you Mom?” I asked, unzipping my pants.

“I don’t know,” she answered, even as her eyes remained locked on my crotch area.

“I think you do, Mom,” I said, as I dropped my pants to the floor.

She stared at the stiff bulge in my boxers.

“I’ll ask again, Mom,” I said, wanting her to give herself to me willingly, not be forced or coerced into it. “Do you want to see your son’s cock?”

She nodded in the affirmative.

I paused briefly, before I pulled down my underwear and released my completely hard eight inch cock for my Mom to stare at.

“Oh my,” she said, staring at my cock, clearly surprised but impressed by the package I was carrying.

“That’s what Sandra said the first time she saw my cock,” I revealed, all my cards now on the table.

“Sandra too?” Mom asked, looking up at me yet again in shock.

“She was my first pet,” I nodded, “she accidentally helped me become the dominant that I am.”

“I can’t believe this.” She said, returning her gaze to my erection.

“What?” I asked, moving closer to the bed. “That Sandra was my first pet cum slut or that I am so well-endowed?”

“Both,” she nodded, her mouth literally drooling at my hard-on as she added, “How?”

“It’s a crazy story, but the reality is once she saw my cock she was willing to do pretty much anything I asked,” I revealed, as I climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of my overwhelmed mother.

When she didn’t move away, I ordered, knowing she needed to be told what to do, “Go ahead, Mom, suck my cock.”

She looked up at me, a look of complete bewilderment in her eyes (a look that was asking a million questions) before she returned her stare to my eight inch cock. She was paralyzed with indecision, her moral responsibility conflicting with reality.

“Go ahead, Mom,” I repeated, “Suck your Master’s cock.”

That seemed to be the final push she needed, as she leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. I smiled as my greatest fantasy became fulfilled. She took her time, swirling her tongue around my thick mushroom top, and slowly bobbing back and forth over half my cock. She really was worshipping my cock.

She then surprised me when she moved her body lower and slid her tongue down my shaft and took my balls in her mouth one at a time, something that was so sexy. I moaned, “That feels so good, Mom.”

She spent an eternity pleasuring both balls before sliding back up my shaft and resuming sucking my cock. When she returned to my cock, she began bobbing up and down on my cock with more speed. The ball play mixed with her eager cock sucking had my balls immediately beginning to boil. I watched her bob hungrily on my dick, continually getting more of my cock in her.

As she took six-plus inches in her beautiful mouth, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, I groaned, “Get ready to swallow all your Master’s cum, my Mommy-slut.” Calling her my ‘Mommy-slut’ turned me on even though I knew it was a risk.

It obviously got her off too as she moaned on my cock and bobbed faster. It took less than fifteen seconds before I was unloading in my Mom’s mouth. She swallowed it all, hungrily, until she had retrieved every last speck of my seed.

When I pulled out, I smiled, “Now it’s your turn.”

She looked at me and said, “I can’t believe I just did that.”

“I can’t believe it either,” I smiled, as I moved between her legs and tugged her skirt off. “But I have wanted to do this forever.”

“What’s that?” she asked, smiling playfully now.

“Making you my submissive,” I answered.

“You mean your Mommy-slut?” she questioned, raising her eyebrow.

“Yes,” I nodded, burying my face in her pussy.

“Oh yessssss,” she moaned, the instant my tongue began licking her cunt.

Her taste was like heaven and I took my time like she had with my cock. I explored every crevice of her pussy region, before slithering down and licking her ass.

“Ohhhhh, you bad boy,” she moaned.

“My sluts must become three-hole fuck toys,” I bravely said, as I tongued her asshole.

“You really are like your dad,” she replied.

“Dad pounds your ass?” I asked.

“He loves coming in my ass and making me walk around the house with it leaking out of me,” she admitted.

“That is the hottest thing ever,” I said, moving back to her pussy.

“No, your big dick pounding my cunt or reaming my ass is,” she said, talking nasty… which only enhanced this moment of perfection.

I sucked her clit between my lips, which made her tremble and beg, “Shove your big dick in me, Master.”

I moved up and asked, “You want your son’s dick in you?”

“I’m a Mommy slut,” she smiled, “that’s what Mommies are made for.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, as I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy lips. “Let’s see those tits first.”

She smiled, “You want to see Mommy’s big tits?” she questioned as she immediately began unbuttoning her blouse.

“God, yes,” I nodded, staring at her like she had my cock earlier.

“You want to suck on the tits you sucked on all those years ago?” she continued, somehow making this taboo and even hotter as if she too revelled in the act of incest.

“Fuck, yes,” I nodded, so entranced by her seductive sexiness, as her last button was undone.

She leaned up, awkwardly took off her blouse and asked, “Can you unclasp Mommy’s bra?”

“Ah-huh,” I agreed, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra.

Taking control back, I tossed the bra aside and pushed her back onto her back.

“Mmmmmmm, how did you know Mommy likes it rough?” she purred.

“All sluts do,” I answered, leaning down and cupping her large firm breasts.

“Yes, suck on Mommy’s titties,” she moaned, as I leaned forward and sucked on her left erect nipple.

“Shove your prick in me,” she moaned, as I teased her.

“Beg,” I ordered, still resisting the warm wet hole that was tempting my mushroom top.

“Oh God, Matthew, shove that big cock in Mommy’s cunt,” she begged, “make me a real Mommy-slut and make yourself a mother fucker.”

That was all I needed, as I slammed all eight inches inside her velvet warmth.

“Yesssssssssss,” she moaned loudly, before adding, “soooooo big.”

I didn’t make love to Mom, I fucked her, slamming into her hard with each forward thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck Mommmmmmmy,” she demanded, her own orgasm seemingly rising quickly.

I obliged, fucking her as fast as I could, wanting to make her cum.

“Oh God, son, I love your fucking huge horse cock,” she babbled, as she began bucking her ass up to meet my thrusts.

I just kept fucking her as she fucked me.

“Oh yes, make Mommy cum,” she screamed a minute later and a few deep thrusts later she erupted, “Mommmmmmmmmmmy’s cominnnnnnnnng.”

She collapsed back onto the bed as I kept pounding her flooding cunt.

“Oh yes, keep pounding Mommy,” she whimpered, as her orgasm continued to course through her.

Instead I pulled out and ordered, “On your knees, Mom.”

She purred, “Are you going to fuck Mommy’s ass?”

“It’s the only hole left,” I pointed out, making the act sound even dirtier.

“Well, we can’t have that,” she giggled, as she got onto her knees and showcased her beautifully curved ass.

“What an inviting back end,” I commented, staring at her from behind.

“Well, come on in,” she offered, wiggling her ass.

I moved behind her, grabbed her hips and positioned my cock at her back door.

She said, “Please start slow, your dick is a lot bigger than your father’s.”

That made a chill go up my spine as I slowly pushed forward. After a brief resistance, my cock broke through and began slowly penetrating her.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck,” Mom moaned, “your dick is so thick.”

“And your ass so tight,” I groaned, as my dick slowly disappeared between her ass cheeks.

“Only for dicks as big as yours,” she moaned back.

I watched in awe as her ass took all eight inches and once all in, I began slowly fucking her ass.

She moaned, “That’s it, get Mommy’s asshole accustomed to your huge rod.”

I fucked her ass slowly for a couple of minutes before beginning to fuck her faster.

“Oh yes, Matthew, pound Mommy’s asshole,” she moaned.

Hearing her call it an ‘asshole’ made it sound so much dirtier.

“You love getting your shit hole filled, don’t you Mommy-slut?” I asked, enjoying the nasty talk, so completely different to any conversation we had ever had,

“Yessss, Mommy loves your dick in all her fuck holes,” she moaned, as she began bouncing back onto my cock.

I rammed her asshole for a couple more minutes, before I wanted to feel her stocking-clad legs on me, so I pulled out and ordered, “Back on your back, Mommy-slut.”

She quickly rolled over and looked at me with an insatiable lust that turned me on. “Where will you slam that big dick of yours, Master?” she asked.

“Back in that shit hole of yours,” I replied, as I grabbed her legs, pulled them together and pushed them towards her to give me an inviting angle to both her holes.

“Oh, just take me as you wish, baby,” she purred, clearly liking a man who took control.

I got in position and slid my cock back into her ass, the angle creating a new sensation of tightness.

“Oh myyyyyyyy,” Mom declared, as I filled her.

Having her nylon legs on my chest was a turn-on, and she knew it.

She asked after a few deep strokes, “Does my Master want some naughty nylon foot play?”

“Yessss,’ I grunted, as I kept fucking her.

She moved her feet so they were both on my chest and rubbed them up and down as I fucked her.

The feeling was so hot, and mixed with the tightness of her ass, I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

She moaned, as she simultaneously rubbed her clit, “I’m going to come again from your big dick, baby.”

“I’m close, too,” I warned.

“I want it all over my face, Master,” she revealed, “I want to show you just how nasty a slut I am for you.”

A few more deep strokes and I pulled out. She quickly repositioned herself and offered her pretty face to me. I stroked my dick for a few seconds before the first rocket shot out and hit her directly between the eyes.

Three more loads splattered her face before she took my dick back in her mouth, not caring that it was last in her asshole.

“Oh, fuck Mom,” I groaned, as she bobbed back and forth retrieving every last speck of my cum.

When she finally stopped sucking, I looked down at her and said, “Fuck, you are the hottest Mom ever.”

“Even with my face coated with cum?” she asked, scooping some off her chin and putting it in her mouth.

“Especially with cum all over your face,” I nodded.

We both collapsed onto the bed, she nuzzled into my shoulder, as she said, “Sooooo, want to hear a secret?”

“I did, until you used that tone,” I pointed out.

“I’ve wanted to have your dick in me since I first learned you and Sandra were fucking,” She revealed.

I coughed. “P-p-pardon?”

“You weren’t really discrete,” she pointed out, “and Sandra is a screamer when she comes. Trust me I’ve been between her legs enough to know.”

“What?” I said, sitting up and looking at my Mom, her face still coated with cum. It was apparently my turn to be shocked.

“Your sister has been using me as her personal live-in cunt-licker since a couple days after you left,” Mom revealed.

“The bitch never told me,” I said, annoyed at Sandra for keeping such a thing secret.

“That’s my fault,” she smiled, “I wanted this night to be… well, special.”

“That it was,” I nodded. “And Mrs. Raske?”

“That was real, I feigned innocence while she kept trying to seduce me,” she explained, “it was actually quite cute.”

“Wow!” I said.

“And Dad is oblivious to this whole thing?” I asked.

“Your father is oblivious to most things,” Mom said, “including that his wife is a submissive cum slut.”

“That is a shame,” I said, wondering how a man could be so oblivious to a woman’s needs.

“Thankfully, I now have you as my Master,” she said, stroking my already reviving cock.

“I can’t believe you played me this whole time,” I said.

“I can’t believe you tried to make your mother your slut,” she countered.

“I did make you my Mommy-slut,” I countered.

“Well,” she smiled, as she stroked my cock, “Do you have one more load in you?”

“My gun reloads quickly,” I nodded, as I rolled her onto her side.

“And can you just fuck Mommy’s cunt this time?” she asked, as I moved behind her.

“Since you asked so nicely,” I replied, as I slid my cock into her still very wet pussy.

“Mmmmmm, you’re such a sexy Mother-fucker,” she purred, as I began slowly fucking her.

“And you’re a sexy Mother-slut,” I countered, as I eventually deposited my third load of the evening, this time in her cunt, both of us coming one last time.


The next couple of days were crazy as I learned my mother is also a nymphomaniac. We fucked in a secluded spot during my private Harvard tour, we fucked in a family washroom at Quincy Market, she swallowed my load during a long taxi ride and I filled all three of her holes back at the hotel.

My dick was actually exhausted and in need of a rest when Mom left for the airport after three days of sucking and fucking.

As she left, she said, “You better get a summer job back home, Master, because you already have a summer job at home that you need to deal with.”

I laughed, “What about Sandra?”

“You’re the Master,” she shrugged.

“True enough,” I nodded, giving her a very non son-mother kiss, having just shot a load in her cunt a few minutes earlier.


Thankfully, I had two weeks to recover before Allison was coming with her Mom to visit me and Harvard, although I wasn’t sure that I would be able to actually, finally sleep with Allison. Our texts had gotten very vivid, and there was no doubt she was submissive, but, with her mother coming too, I wasn’t sure how I would get her alone.

To my surprise yet again, things turned out a lot different than I expected, but that is an entirely different story.


Aunt Sally

After my parents suddenly died in a car accident, it was decided that I would move in with my Aunt Sally. At first, I was opposed to the idea . . . it was the summer before my senior year in high school and the last thing I wanted to do was move to a new town, enroll in a different school, find a new job, and try making new friends. The truth was, I also didn’t know my Aunt Sally very well. My mother had always referred to her little sister as the “black sheep” of the family . . . although I never really understood why. Before the funeral, the last time I remember meeting my aunt was when I was only six-years old, and she was heading off to college. And now, twelve years later, I was being told that I had live with a woman that I barely knew and someone I had almost no memories of.

For the first few weeks after moving in, I actually saw very little of my aunt. It seemed that she was always working. I also think that she really didn’t know how to deal with the loss of her older sister or my sudden re-appearance in her life, so she just tried to stay busy. As for me, I just spent a lot of time in my room, by myself. Honestly, I was thankful for the time alone . . . it helped me to sort through my thoughts and feelings, and perhaps even navigate the whole grieving process a little quicker.

However, as the summer progressed, I was able to find opportunities to spend some time with Aunt Sally and we started talking more and getting reacquainted. I learned of the reason why my mother always referred to her as the “black sheep” . . . when my aunt was away at college, she met an older guy and moved in with him. My mother, who was almost 14 years older and has always looked after Aunt Sally after my grandparents passed away, disapproved of the relationship and there was a break in the relationship. I also learned that Sally had lived with this guy for almost six years before they broke up. Since that time, she had gone from relationship to relationship, dating an unending line of “jerks,” as she called them, and now she was happy just living on her own.

As I talked to my aunt, I started to notice that she was still a very attractive woman. She was barely 30-years old, but still looked like was just out of college. However, it wasn’t until that fateful day late in the summer, that I realized exactly how sexy my aunt really was.

It was a Saturday afternoon and I had just finished mowing the lawn. Ever since I had moved in, I tried to be helpful with the chores and doing different odd job around the house. Aunt Sally referred to me as “the man of the house” now, which kind of made me feel good, and she was always thanking me for helping her out. Anyway, it was a hot summer day and after finishing with the yard-work, I had decided that instead of taking a shower, I was going to simply go for a swim in the pool. Walking around back, I noticed that Aunt Sally was laying out in a deck chair by the pool, which really got my attention.

For some reason, until that point I had not really paid much attention to her appearance. Sally usually wore conservative business suits to work during the day, and often lounged around in sweats while wearing her glasses and no make-up in the evenings. On this day however, she was wearing a hot pink, two-piece bikini, which showed off her full body tan very nicely. Her long blonde her, which she usually had pinned up, was down around her shoulders. Her full, pouty lips glistened in the sunlight. But it was her incredibly sexy body that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. I knew that Sally worked out three to four times a week, but she always changed at the gym, so this was my first close-up glimpse of her body. She had firm, full tits – at least 36c’s – and her nipples poked through the material of her bikini, as if begging for attention. Her tummy was also firm and flat, and she had slender hips, and long shapely legs. A bulge started to grow in my shorts as I stared at her.

I didn’t realize that I had been checking out my aunt until she looked up at me and cleared her throat to get my attention. I looked away in embarrassment and she giggled a little.

“Danny, honey . . . would you be a dear and please come over here and rub some suntan lotion on my back?” she asked me coyly.

“Ummm, sure thing Aunt Sally.” I replied.

“I thought we already talked about this . . . please just call me ‘Sally’. ‘Aunt Sally’ always makes me feel so old!”

“Sorry about that! I guess that I just need to get used to the idea,” I simply replied.

I walked over to her hesitantly, hoping she wouldn’t notice the bulge in my shorts that only seemed to be growing larger. She grabbed the suntan lotion, and looked up at me and smiled as she handed me the bottle. She then rolled over onto her stomach, and I sat down on the edge of the chair next to her. Slowly, I began applying the lotion to her shoulders and then her back. She surprised me by reaching around and untying her bikini top, letting the material fall to her sides. I could barely see the swell of her breasts from the side and I was certain she heard me gasp a little as I rubbed the lotion into her back.

“Hmmmmmm . . . that feels so nice! I almost forgot what it was like to have a man around the house to take care of things for me,” she said and giggled again.

Was my aunt flirting with me? Surely it was just my imagination, I thought to myself. I continued to rub lotion into her back, stopping just above her bikini bottoms.

“Don’t forgot my legs, sweetie!” she reminded me.

“Ummm, okay.” I was barely able to manage speaking a couple of words in response. I knew if my aunt . . . I mean, Sally . . . turned around, she would see how turned on I was at the moment. I just wish that I knew what she was thinking! I was so nervous that my hands started to tremble a little bit. I began by rubbing lotion into her calves and worked my way up her shapely legs. I stopped applying the lotion just past her knees and started to get up.

“Why did you stop, silly?” she asked while looking back at me. “You don’t want me tan to be uneven, do you?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that . . . well . . .”

“No, I’m sorry,” she interrupted, “I shouldn’t have asked you to do something you aren’t comfortable doing.”

“It’s okay, really.” I told her. “I don’t mind.”

“Well, please continue then . . . you were doing such a good job,” she said as she spread her legs apart a little.

My mind was spinning out of control by this point. I wondered if Sally had any idea what kind of effect she was having on me. Was she just playing games; teasing me a little? Or maybe she was just naïve and didn’t really know what was happening. I began applying the lotion again . . . slowly at first. As I worked my way up her thighs, towards her firm little ass, I noticed she spread her legs even further apart. Finally, as I continued to gently massage her legs, I heard her moan softly. I’m not sure how to really explain it . . . but at that moment, it was almost as if my mind took a vacation and my hands just took over. Moving my hands higher, I allowed one of my fingers to briefly graze her pussy. She wiggled a little, but did not seem to object to my fingers’ exploration. Growing bolder, I began to gently rub her pussy through her bikini bottoms.

“Oh God! Danny, that feels so good!” she moaned. “Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?”

At first, I was shocked that she didn’t object to my fingers’ exploration . . . but after pausing briefly, I continued rubbing her pussy. I noticed a small wet spot beginning to form on the triangle of material covering her pussy and I heard her moan softly again.

“It’s been a long time since somebody touched me like that,” she whispered.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure how far she would let me go with this . . . but taking a chance, I hooked my fingers underneath her bikini bottoms and slowly began sliding them down. She lifted her hips to make it easier for me and before long, her gorgeous little ass was in full view.

“Are you sure you know what you are doing?” she asked coyly as she looked over her shoulder at me.

“Uh-huh.” I said simply and nodded my head. The truth was, I had only previously been with one other girl and had very little sexual experience . . . but I wasn’t about to let that stop me. My instincts immediately took over and I slowly began kissing up the back of her legs, before moving to the inside of her thighs. She parted her legs for me and for the first time, I caught a glimpse of her pussy. I was completely mesmerized. I wasn’t 100% positive, but it appeared that her pussy was shaved completely smooth and her swollen clit was already beginning to peek out from it’s hiding place, begging for attention.

Slowly, I let the tip of my tongue dart out and flick her swollen clit. She jumped a little and shot me a quick look over her shoulder. “Don’t tease me, baby!” she told me. That was all the encouragement I needed. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her to me and let me tongue slide along her wet slit, tasting her wetness for the first time. She moaned loudly as I continued to lick her sweet pussy. It was my first time tasting a woman’s pussy . . . but it definitely would not be my last!

Before long, Sally pulled away from me and turned around. Staring at the bulge in my shorts, she reached out and began to rub it lightly with her hands. “Hmmmm . . . well, I guess little Danny has really grown up to be a BIG boy,” she said with a wink. “Why don’t we get you out of these shorts and see what you are hiding underneath them,” she added.

In one smooth motion, she slid my shorts down past my knees and to the ground. My hard cock sprang up and hit her in the face, and without hesitating, she simply grabbed it in her smooth hands and sucked the head between her lips. “God, Aunt Sally . . . that feels incredible!” I moaned as she continued to suck on my aching cock.

“I know something that will feel even more incredible,” she said while standing up and flashing me an evil grin. As she slowly pushed me into the lounge chair, I knew that she was about to take complete charge and I just needed to sit back and enjoy the ride (so to speak). She quickly moved above me, so that she was straddling my legs, and with one hand reached down to grasp my hard cock. Stroking it gently, she began to lower herself down onto me . . . until the head of my cock was touching her swollen pussy lips. “How does this feel, baby?” she asked, as she rubbed the head of my cock along her wet slit.

Instinctively, I reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto me. Slowly, my cock pushed inside of her wet pussy . . . inch by agonizing inch, until I filled her completely. Without a doubt, she had the tightest cunt that I had ever felt! We began to fuck very slowly at first . . . but soon she was riding my hard cock up and down. I began to match her rhythm with my hips, thrusting my hard cock deep inside of her. Realizing I wouldn’t last much longer, I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately on the mouth. At that moment, my cock exploded, shooting streams of hot cum deep inside her wet pussy. Feeling my cock spasm sent her over the edge also and she began cumming. Then she collapsed onto my chest, both of us exhausted and completely out of breath.

“Aunt Sally, that was absolutely incredible! Honestly, I have never experienced anything like that before,” I declared while trying to catch my breath.

She leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. “I already told you, please just call me Sally . . .”


My daughter, Melody, wandered into my office looking for a ride home. This was not unusual. Maybe two or three times a week she chose to spend the 45 minute journey with her old dad, rather than with the kids on the school bus.

That week a new guy had just started in my office and his reaction to seeing Mel was surprising, to say the least. When she looked at him he blushed to the roots of his hair and, I couldn’t help noticing, got a huge erection in his tight trousers!

During the ride home that night, I looked at her in a new light. When had I last looked at my teenaged daughter properly – to me she was just my baby-girl and always had been.

She was our only child – although we had both wanted more kids. It sure wasn’t from lack of trying! Janet had always willingly opened her legs to me every night of our marriage – other kids just hadn’t come along. Because we had Melody we had never bothered to find out why and had no idea whose fault it was.

But, I digress. Back to Melody – she was a typical high school student. She was quite pretty but not drop-dead gorgeous. She was wearing her short red school skirt which showed off her long, tanned legs – she got those from me – and she was wearing a tight red school blouse which accentuated her over-large breasts – she got those from her mother. They had always been one of Janet’s best features and still were!

I noticed that Mel did look very sexy in her school uniform and I could certainly see why Simon had reacted as he had.

Over the next couple of weeks, I started taking more notice of her. I noticed how she always wore her skirts too short, her tops too tight – and on more than one occasion I was sure that I had glimpsed a bare bottom on following her upstairs!

And when watching television of an evening, she always parted her legs slightly and rubbed herself and I found myself wondering what her pussy was like!!??

Until then, I had never even thought of my daughter as having a pussy! I had never thought of her as a sexual woman before in my life!

Now I caught myself wondering about her all the time. Whether her pussy was hairy (like her mum’s) or was it smooth and clean shaven (as in magazines I looked at)? Was she still a virgin (I doubted it looking at her) or had some lucky lad already plundered her deep, dark, wet hole?

I found myself getting hot thinking about her – it was wrong I told myself, but I couldn’t stop.

I also noticed that the more I watched her, the more blatantly sexual she became. It was like she was deliberately teasing me, tempting me – her own father!

One night, when her mother was at an evening class and Melody and I were watching TV together on the sofa, I casually put my hand on her bare thigh and said, “Hey baby, just when did you get to be so big huh?”

With that, she pushed out her chest proudly and said, “I know Daddy – I’m a 32DD – do you like them?”

And before I could say that that wasn’t what I had meant at all, she had started to unbutton her blouse! Her breasts began to come into view – large, round, creamy globes. I swallowed as she continued to unbutton her blouse and pushed it apart revealing a very tight, little black bra.

I could clearly see her large breasts with their darker nipples; the bra was way too small for her and her breasts overflowed considerably.

As I watched her she casually said, “Do you want to touch me Daddy?” I looked at her to see if she knew what she was suggesting and oh yes! Looking into her eyes, she knew exactly what she was suggesting!

Eyes wide open, she parted her legs further and hitched up her little skirt so that I could just see her naked dark hairy mound and could imagine her pussy lips beneath ……

“Daddy?” she pleaded and with this, I reached out and tentatively stroked one breast. She opened her legs wider and pushed one of her fingers into her waiting hole. I watched transfixed as my teenaged daughter began to masturbate in front of me!

Still watching me, she reached behind and unhooked her little black bra and her large, unfettered breasts fell out.

Unable to resist, I dropped my mouth to one breast and sucked in one large, engorged nipple as I brushed away her hand and began to finger her pussy myself. It was warm and moist – just as I had been imagining. My daughter’s warm and moist pussy …..

Suddenly – coming to my senses – I slapped her face hard, called her a slut and left the room – hating myself for my weakness!

The next day, still feeling angry with myself, I came home from work early, knowing my wife would be at work and Melody at school – but I was wrong.

As soon as I let myself into the house I could hear noises coming from upstairs. Following them I found Mel in our room, on her knees, topless, in front of a boy I had never seen before, with his cock in her mouth!

Shouting, “You stay right where you are you little slut!” I manhandled the boy out of the house and bounded back up the stairs, intending to read my “sweet, innocent” little daughter the riot act!

However by the time I got back upstairs, she was lying on my bed, totally naked, with her legs wide open. Pouting at me she said, “What’s the matter Daddy? Are you jealous? Do you want to fuck me yourself Daddy?”

I stood there absolutely dumbfounded as she continued, “Oh yes Daddy. I want you to fuck me Daddy! I want your cock in my sweet little pussy Daddy!”

I didn’t know what to say – I just watched amazed as she began to masturbate, all the while talking dirty to her own father. When had my sweet, innocent, baby-girl become so coarse? When had she turned into such a slut? And why did she want me to fuck her – her old man?

And, damn it, when had she got so fucking sexy?

Before I could make any comment she pulled her pussy lips wide so that I could see inside her wet swollen pussy. She wriggled her little hips – making her large breasts jiggle – enticing me into the room. “Come on Daddy! I’ve been waiting for you Daddy!”

And, to my shame, I gave in. I walked forward until I was beside the bed. She reached out – unzipped my trousers and took my rock-hard penis into her hand.

“See – you do want me Daddy. Your cock wants me Daddy!” and with this she knelt up and began to suck my penis into her warm, moist mouth.

Well – I’m only human so, with a groan, I dropped one of my hands onto the top of her head and held it there whilst I started to fuck my own sweet daughter’s mouth hard!

With the other hand, I started to explore her heavy, overlarge melons – dropping to her sweet pussy – it was warm and wet and tight. I started to plunder it with my fingers – just as I had yesterday but this time – I had no intention of stopping!

If this was what she wanted – fine – she’d get it!

As I was about to cum she stopped and said, “Oh no Daddy. Not in my mouth. I want you in my pussy!”

And with this, she pulled me down onto my bed and pushed me onto my back. She hitched herself up to straddle me with those massive 32DD bouncing breasts right in my face.

Smiling, she lowered herself to the tip of my rock-hard penis and without warning, pushed all the way down with my cock going all the way up inside her tight, hot, wet little pussy. We both gasped as her tight vagina gripped my shaft.

I’d like to say that I forgot it was my young 18 year old daughter that I was fucking – but I didn’t. I knew exactly who I was fucking and it just made it even more exciting!

Using my hands on her hips, I guided her up and down on my long shaft – burying myself right up to the hilt, deep inside her. I sucked one of her large nipples into my mouth and I started to bite on it.

When I was about to ejaculate, I began to withdraw but Melody’s vaginal muscles clamped around me and she said, “No Daddy – I want you to cum inside me. I want you to fill my pussy with your cum Daddy! It’s alright Daddy, I’m safe Daddy.”

Well – I was beyond the point of no return so, with a loud grunt, I shot my load straight up into her waiting, warm, sweet little dark tunnel.

When I had completely emptied myself into her, she sat there (still with my cock inside her) and smiling said, “Thank you Daddy,” and gave me a long, searching kiss with her tongue deep inside my mouth – which I returned willingly!

“I hope you’ve just made a baby in my belly Daddy! I’m not on the pill Daddy – I lied! But won’t you just love fucking me when I’m all fat and swollen with your baby? Won’t you like that Daddy?”

In answer, I roughly pushed her onto all fours and from behind her I said, “And just for that, baby girl, I’m going to bust your ass too!”

She gasped and said, “But Daddy. I’m a virgin there. No-one’s ever fucked me in my bottom before!”

“Well – no time like the present then!” I said gleefully and I positioned my already hardened cock at the entrance to her dark, tight, unprepared asshole – holding onto her hips.

She screamed loudly as I pulled her straight back – impaling her on my shaft, feeling her tissue tearing inside at the violation. But it didn’t stop me fucking her in her virgin ass until I was ready to cum again – this time deep into her bowels – all the time with her screaming and bucking against me.

And after that afternoon, I filled her fertile, unprotected little womb and her tight, virgin asshole with my hot, sticky semen every single day!

She was like a drug. After that first time, I just couldn’t stop and, more to the point, I didn’t want to stop!

Now she rode home with me every night of the week and every night we stopped in a lay-by and fucked in the car – she became very adept at manoeuvring herself!

And every night, after her mother was asleep, I would slip into Melody’s room and we would fuck until the early hours. I just couldn’t get enough of my horny, sluttish baby-girl! And she obviously felt the same way about her old man!

And yes! She was soon carrying my baby deep inside her fertile little belly – so it obviously wasn’t my fault we only had one kid!

And, as her belly got fatter, and her tits got bigger, we told her mother that she had been knocked up by an old boyfriend and that she wanted to keep the baby! Her mother had no reason to doubt the story and suspected nothing – why should she?

And Melody had been right – I did indeed enjoy fucking my fat and swollen baby-girl. In fact, the fatter she got – the better! I even fucked her the day she went into labour! And I surely do love drinking at her milk-filled titties!

We have already decided that she will be breast-feeding both the baby and me – at least until I get her “with child” again! And, who knows, maybe my loving daughter will give me all the kids my loving wife obviously couldn’t?!

Baby Weight for Me

The following set of events is true and happened almost exactly as related, twenty years ago when I was twenty three. At the time I was living with my older sister and parents and was a communications student at university. I travelled to and from classes every day, since it was only a five mile journey. I’ve always, since my teenage days been a cunning and crafty SOB when it comes to picking up or seducing women. I could conceive a plan and work it step by step to a successful completion. I am a slim, five foot ten, light brown skin, black man; my sister a shade lighter and four inches shorter.

After giving birth to her first child, a girl, my beautiful twenty-five year old sister failed to lose the baby weight she’d put on during her pregnancy, and constantly worried about it; to the point that it was like an obsession with her. She was always complaining about or drawing attention to her perceived weight problem by making some remark about her clothes not fitting properly or being too fat for one activity or the other, or by always talking about some new diet or exercise regimen.

Prior to her pregnancy she had been svelte and shapely with round firm grapefruit sized breasts that stood straight out from her chest, and frequently went about bra less. She had a full, high, round ass that must have been originally sculpted by nature for a more full bodied woman, but had somehow found its way on to her body. She had been proud of her sexy figure; but now with the extra post pregnancy weight it carried, she had come to loathe the body she once loved. She tried just about every diet or exercise trick touted by TV or the net; but instead of losing weight she was becoming thicker as the months went by. But in her mind she was not just thick, she was fat! And nothing anybody told her to the contrary could make her think differently.

What made matters worse is that four months after the birth of her baby girl, the child’s father who lived with his parents less than a mile away from us, had moved away from the neighborhood, effectively moving away from their relationship. He soon ceased all communication with her, not even sending money for the upkeep of his child. It was later rumored that he had set up house with another young woman, a one-time friend of my sister who had once lived in our neighborhood; a woman who was even thinner than my sister had been. My sister was deeply hurt and embarrassed by this, and as a result became very gloomy and depressed. She hardly ever left the house and eventually lost her job. She spent all day and most of the night watching TV or reading and doing housework with a passion.

I loved my sister very much and was very concerned about her behavior. In an effort to cheer her up I tried complimenting her on her good looks as often as circumstances allowed. I wanted her to realize that nothing was wrong with her figure; that she was a beautiful and sexy young woman. But she only shrugged off my compliments as lies just intended to make her feel good. She really believed that she had become fat and ugly.

One day when we were alone at home and I had become tired of hearing her for the umpteenth time going on about her size, I banged down a plastic food container that I had been holding onto the floor and shouted at her:

“Damn, Linda, when are you going to stop this nonsense? I’ve told you about a hundred times already there’s nothing wrong with your figure or your weight. Mom has told you, dad has told you, your friends tell you. Damn girl, get a hold of yourself. You’re beautiful, you’re sexy, you’re thick, and you’re not fat.” It’s all in your head.

“Oh, really, sweet talker if it’s only in my head how come I can’t fit into clothes I wore just six months ago? And don’t you shout at me like that, I’m your big sister, don’t forget that.”

I could see tears welling up in her eyes, and immediately felt bad about my outburst. I stepped forward to apologize and console her, but she stepped back, away from me.

“I’m so sorry Linda, it’s just that I love you and care about you and I can’t stand to see you treat yourself this way. I just can’t understand how you can be seeing yourself this way when I and everybody else can see that there is nothing wrong with your looks.”

“If there’s nothing wrong with my looks how come my man, my baby’s daddy left me for that no good dried up tramp”

“The guy leaving you had nothing to do with your looks or any weight gain. He left you because he’s just a worthless, ambition less jerk that was not ready for the responsibilities and commitments of fatherhood.

Her face twisted and her lips trembled and the tears rolled out of her eyes. Her entire body shook as she stood there sobbing and looking helpless. I moved forward and threw my arms around my sobbing sister, pulling her close to me. This time she didn’t back away, but melted into my arms willingly. I held her tightly, gently patting her back and stroking her hair as she cried uncontrollably into my shoulder. She pulled me closer as if afraid I would get away. We remained like that for several minutes until the violent wracking of her body gradually subsided to a gentle trembling.

“Come on, don’t cry baby.” I kissed her cheeks, getting my lips wet with her tears. I licked the salty tears from my lips. “Believe me when I tell you, there’s nothing wrong with you. You know how many men must enjoy looking at you and think this must be the sexiest figure they’ve ever seen. I do.

“Aww, you’re just saying that to console me, because I’m your sister and you love me.”

“No Linda, I really mean it. You’re not fat, you’re thick and sweet and beautiful. As a matter of fact, if you weren’t my sister I myself would have tried to fuck you.” Without breaking our embrace she brought up one hand to her mouth in shock.

“I didn’t know you used those kinds of words”

“I’m sorry, I usually don’t, but it’s the truth Linda, if you weren’t my sister I’d want to fuck you and do all kinds of things to this nice juicy body. That’s how sexy you are, your own brother would like to fuck you.” With those words I felt my cock began to swell against her belly, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“You really know how to flatter ladies. And please stop using that word. Nice compliments, if a bit coarse, but I still think you’re just trying to help me, and I love you for that. But I know that I’m fat and that you wouldn’t think of doing those things you just told me.”

“You’re wrong sweetie, I do think about it a lot, but because you’re my sister I just push it out of my head, because it makes me feel ashamed.” My cock was now very prominent against her belly but she still didn’t seem to notice. She leaned back suddenly which only caused her body to push harder against mine. She held my shoulders and looked at me with her wet eyes.

“My brother you are crazy or some kind of pervert.” I didn’t like the direction in which my hardening cock was going, so I started to pull away from her. She must have misunderstood, because she pulled me back firmly against her and gave me a weak but sincere smile.

“I’m just kidding.” she said.

“I know.” We both laughed and hugged each other.

“Just hold me a little bit more.”

I had always admired my sister’s beautiful face and figure and considered her very sexy. Over the years I had on a number of occasions fantasized about her sexually in what I told myself was a harmless way that had more to do with her being so lovely than anything else. I would sometimes wonder what it would feel like to kiss those full well sculpted pouty lips, to caress those firm pointy breasts, to rub my hands and lips all over her juicy body, to smell the feminine odor between her breasts and thighs and to have my cock sink into her warm fleshy mound. I’d seen her panty covered vaginal mound lots of times when she’d sat down carelessly or left her bedroom door open, and it was a sight to behold, plump and enticing. I thought of it as harmless sexual fantasizing because in spite of thinking these hot sensual thoughts about my big sister Linda, I had never ever thought about taking steps to make them a reality. I had no real desire to cross the incest line.

If I used to admire Linda when she was slim, what I felt for her since she’d gained weight needed a stronger word than admire; it was more like adoration or worship when I looked at her thick juicy body. Her body had filled out in all the right places; ass, breasts, thighs, hips and very little around the waist. Her belly had regained relative flatness after the first few months. And now as I held her trembling body so close to mine, the softness of her breasts and belly against me brought up to the surface all the pent up lust for her that I had been successfully burying over the years. I tried to control myself, to force it back down somewhere deep inside, but it was too much to handle. Within seconds my cock had swollen to almost full erect size and hardness and wanted nothing less than to find its way inside her. I was worried about her detecting the intrusion, and tried to pull back, but she held on to me tightly, pulling my body back into hers. Although she had stopped crying she was still sniffling and trembling. She was probably not even aware of the hard member pulsing against her soft belly due to the emotional state she was in.

I saw tears on her cheeks and on an impulse give two quick licks and took some into my mouth. I broke our embrace and smiled at her.

“You see how sexy you are, even your tears taste sweet. Now you just stop crying and hating yourself and start looking for a man.” I licked my lips lavishly and comically.

She threw a playful punch at me.

“Mikey, you are crazy, and maybe a little bit of a pervert. But I don’t mind, I love you.”

She hugged me tightly again, still seemingly unaware of my hardness. Damn! Was this girl so long without cock that she no longer recognized a hard on even if it was pressing against her. Or maybe she just didn’t want to embarrass me. Or maybe she was feeling it and liking it. I wondered.

“I’m going to the shop to get me some ice cream, and some for you too. And I don’t want to hear any of that don’t eat ice cream anymore crap. Today you my lady are going to eat ice cream and love it. From today you are going to start enjoying life again.”

“Okay my lord, whatever you say”

As I stepped back from her I noticed her lower her eyes to my crotch and quickly looked away blushingly. My cock was still very hard. I didn’t try to hide it. I wanted her to see it. In just a few minutes the way I saw my sister and felt about her had changed tremendously. I knew now that I wanted to fuck her badly, and was going to try to make it possible. I could only hope she wanted it too. If not then I was going to use all the tricks I knew to make her want it as much as I did.

I went to my room to get some money. When I was going out the house to get the ice cream she was standing in the kitchen folding some towels. Before I went out the door I gave her a quick firm pat on her ass and a couple of lingering squeezes that startled her into dropping the towels.

“Look at all this nice thick sweet booty you have and you don’t appreciate it. You don’t know how lucky you are.”

I skipped out of the house before she could catch herself. I looked back and saw her smiling. I knew enough about women to know that they are most vulnerable and open to suggestion when they were in an emotional state. Get a woman worked up, get her talking about herself or get her laughing, and the job of bedding her becomes much easier. I wanted to get my sister to be willing to give me some pussy. What better time to insert the idea into her head than now in the emotional state that she was in.

When I got back she was sitting on a sofa breast feeding little Yonnette. The baby was now thirteen months old and loved nothing more than suckling at her mommy’s breasts. I noticed immediately that her breast was fully exposed. That was not a frequent sight; most of the time when breastfeeding her baby she would have her breast covered with a small hand towel or rag. I was always happy the few times that I caught her off guard and got a peek at her luscious milky swollen breasts. I decided that I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity, so I went straight over to her and bent over pretending to be really interested in talking to my little niece. At the sound of my voice the sweet little girl pulled away from the breast and flashed me a smile. I couldn’t help staring a little at the long swollen brown nipple. What I wouldn’t have done to be able right then and there to get that little piece of flesh in my hungry mouth.

“Little Yonnette sure loves her mommy’s milk. It must taste real nice. You know what; I got your favorite ice cream, chocolate. I remember how you used to like that. Let me go get a couple of spoons”

“Thank you.” She said and as I was walking away added: “you can put mine in the fridge I’ll eat it later.” I didn’t respond

I returned to the sofa with the two containers of ice cream and two spoons, and sat down next to her.

“You brought back mine, Mikey; I guess you didn’t hear me, I told you to put it in the fridge until later”

“I heard you alright, but I’m not falling for your tricks, I know you too well big sister.”

“It’s no trick, I will eat it, but not now while I’m feeding baby. Look at my hands, how will I manage it”

“No problem.” I said.

I got up and took one of the spoons and the ice cream and put it on the little center table. I came back and plopped down next to her on the sofa and opened the other container. I shifted closer to her, feeling my thighs brace against hers. I scooped out some ice cream and put it close to her lips.

“Open up my princess”

“You don’t give up, do you?” she laughed, and opened her sweet mouth, allowing me to feed her the ice cream.

“Nope, I don’t give up, I’ve got a job to do on you and I’m going to do it and do it good” she laughed and I saw a twinkle in her big brown eyes that I hadn’t seen for quite some time.

“Ok my prince, so I guess I’ll just have to sit back and enjoy it then.”

I fed her spoon after spoon, enjoying the look of her lips and the quick glances at her breasts. They were so beautiful.

“Hey take your time. You’ll make me choke, I can’t eat that fast. And you are not eating any.

“Mine is over there”

“You can eat some of this. I refuse to eat anymore if you don’t eat too, one spoon for you and one for me.” She stuck out her chin.

And so we began eating, alternating spoons of ice cream until it was all gone and then we started on the next one. I wanted badly to kiss those sweet lips, but I restrained myself. Got to play this right, can’t move too fast and get her spooked. Had to bide my time while she got comfortable with the closeness and maybe play around with the possibility in her head. She changed breasts and I saw a spot of milk on the nipple of the fresh breast.


“Truly” she said.

“I’m not talking about the ice cream”

“What then?”

“The milk…and that”

“And what?”

I pointed to her breast, smiling. She threw back her head and laughed, then pushed me playfully.

“Go on, you really are a perv you know, I’m beginning to believe what you told me earlier. I think I’ll have to watch how I am around you from now on. I’d better cover up this breast for my own good.”

She reached for a rag and started covering her breast. My heart sank. But then she put the rag down on her lap.

“Only kidding, you’re my brother, I have nothing to be afraid of.” She leant over and pecked me on the cheek. The baby laughed.

“Now continue feeding me that nice ice cream my brother.”

“At your service, maybe one of these days you’ll feed me some of that nice milk my sister.”

“You never know” she said, without looking at me.

She was wearing a short shift-like light blue dress that was buttoned down the front. It had ridden considerably up her lush thighs, and because I was wearing shorts, all this time our bare thighs were touching. I could feel the slight sweat formed between them. My cock had been at full mast from the moment I sat down next to her. The bulge was evident. From time to time I’d seen her make quick little side glances, and I wondered if it was my hard on she was peeking at. She had the last spoon of ice cream and I told her that I was going to the kitchen to put the containers into the garbage bin. I got up, making sure that I turned just enough to let her see the bulging front of my shorts. It was eye level with her face just inches away and I saw her give it more than a glance as she breathed hard and licked her lips before looking away. Neither one of us said a thing as we both looked in opposite directions. Just then we heard a car pull into the driveway. Either mom or dad had come home. Linda quickly snatched up the rag and carefully covered her breast. Only then did she look at me with a little smile on her face as I turned away, pulling the T shirt down over the front of my shorts.

That eventful day was Friday, which meant that our parents were home from work for the weekend. That was just fine with me, because even if it wasn’t weekend I would have let things cool for two or three days to give her time to think. I didn’t want to go too fast and make things clumsy. During the weekend we talked to each other and interacted as normal when our parents were around. If it were just the two of us alone in a room we exchanged an occasional knowing smile and look without saying anything about Friday’s incidents. I could tell she was warming up.

During the next week I raised things up a notch by complimenting her quite frequently, even more than I had been doing all those months prior to our confrontation. I touched and hugged her slightly every opportunity I got whenever I was home from classes or work, giving her little pecks on the cheeks every now and then. I never let my hugs or touches suggest anything more than brotherly love. I noticed that she only slipped up a couple of times and made mention of her weight. And on both occasions she looked at me apologetically, to which I responded by taking her in my arms and embracing her softly. She no longer covered her breasts while feeding baby when I was around, and I delighted at the soft appealing look of those lovely breasts. Those long nipples were so fascinating.

By the second week I had started patting her on the ass or squeezing the cheeks gently every once in a while when I passed by her, throwing in some complimentary remark. To this she would respond by pretending to be cross or hitting at me playfully, sometimes calling me pervert. I would also come up behind her and hug her around the waist, pulling her close so she could feel my erection, though she still pretended not to notice it.

One morning while I was preparing to leave for work she came out wearing very short spandex shorts and a thin stretch tank top that could barely contain her proud full breasts, and only covered half of her belly. The spandex hugged the fleshy mound between her thighs so tight that there was more than a hint of camel toe. I looked at her breasts innocently and calmly asked:

“When those breasts are so filled with milk like that they look so delicate, do they hurt when they are touched?”

“Not really.” she said.

“Do they feel soft or hard?” and before she could respond I stuck out an index finger over her bosom and said: “can I touch and see how it feels?”

“No problem”

But instead of poking the breast with the outstretched index finger, I opened my palms and took hold of both of those beautiful globes and gently massaged them.

“You little scamp, using tricks to cop a feel from off your sister. You better make the best of it this time, cause youre not gonna catch me off guard again.”

And I did just that, massaging them gently but deeply until I saw huge wet spots appear around her prominent nipples. I squeezed each nipple lightly causing her to gasp softly. I could see the longing in her eyes, but there was also some measure of confusion, as if she wasn’t exactly sure if this was the right thing to be doing. It was all I could do to keep from sinking my face on to those two spongy treasures. She gently removed my hands.

“You’re late for work, and you don’t want to spill all your little niece’s breakfast.”

She walked away from me, her plump ass bouncing seductively in the short yellow shorts. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. Then she looked down at my trouser front and giggled.

“You’d better wait a little while before you leave the house, you can’t very well go out in that condition; especially since the only other persons in this house are your sister and niece, what would neighbors think.” My sister is sweet, I thought, as I looked at her ass, and I’m going to be fucking all that sweetness soon.

The next morning when she was feeding Yonnette I went and sat next to her and looked longingly at her breast.

“I’m dying to find out what that milk tastes like. When are you going to let me drink some?”

“Aww, stop it, you are too big for this kind of milk. This is babies’ stuff”

“I’m willing to be your baby for a day if you’d let me”

“Naw, if I let you be my baby you’d have to be my baby forever, and anyway one baby is enough for me.” She laughed “what would happen to my poor titties if I have two babies sucking at them. They’d fall off from overwork.

“But you did promise you know.”

“No I didn’t, all I said to your suggestion was ‘you never know’.”

“Well I guess ‘you never know’ means you never get.”

“You never know.”

Friday came around and I didn’t have a class till after midday and didn’t have to go to work. I decided to get at least a good feel or something to last me over the weekend while mom and dad were home; Linda threw the opportunity right into my lap. She wanted me to go into town and get a couple of books from the library for her. I pretended that I was a bit tired and didn’t think I could make it and that it would mean that by the time I got back it would be almost time again to leave for classes. That was too much hassle I said. She began to plead with me telling me that if I did her that favour she would owe me one. I eventually told her that I would do it only on one condition’

“What is your condition?”

“I get to taste that milk.”

“You don’t give up eh. You really want to taste big sister’s milk. Ok it’s a deal.”

I was flabbergasted, not expecting her to give in so easily or so soon.

“I get to drink it direct.” I said fearing some trickery on her part

“Yes sir.” She whispered, with fire in her eyes. “Direct from the source. Anything for my loving baby brother.”

I looked into her eyes and I saw for the first time in them confirmation that she was really ready to go the whole nine yards.

I made it to the library and back in record time. I was as excited as a kid who had never had sex before. She put the books I’d brought for her on the ground next to the sofa and turned her lovely eyes on me sitting next to her. She was wearing only a long shirt with buttons down the front, of which most of them were loose. She smelled sweet and looked sweet. She placed a hand on my thigh and then leaned back. I was in heaven, my cock heaving in my pants. Her nipples were straining against the front of the shirt. Through a sprawled space between buttons I could see bare flesh and black lacy underwear. I began loosening the buttons. I put my hands underneath the two mounds of flesh and lifted them. I put my nose to the nipples one at a time and inhaled their strange aroma. I lashed at one of them with a flickering tongue before taking it fully into my mouth. I started to suck. I’d never tasted anything so complete before. I sucked on that fine sisterly bubby for all it was worth, until I had drunk the last drop, and then I moved over to the other one. I felt one of her hands on my head and the other gently stroking my cock through the fabric of my shorts.

“Aren’t you going to leave some milk for your niece?” she spoke in a dazed whisper.

“No, I feel greedy today. But I will share some with you. I drew a mouthful of milk and removed my head from the breast. I placed my lips against hers and forcefully separated them with my tongue she opened her mouth wide and allowed me to deposit some of her milk into it. We both drank and then our tongues came together, slurping, probing, sucking. I felt her hand unzipping my shorts, searching inside, lifting, freeing, testing the rigidity. I put my hand between her thighs; she opened up for me. It was soft and wet. I brought up wet fingers and passed them under my nose, savoring her femininity. I licked the fingers before putting them back to the source of wetness. She was bending over my lap. I heard her groan softly, then felt her hot breath against my skin before silky moistness enveloped it and gripped tightly, lovingly. Then I heard a little cry. We both heard it and straightened up quickly. I looked over the back of the chair and saw little Yonnette walking toward us. I quickly put my reluctant member back into my pants as Linda hurriedly buttoned her shirt, got up and scooped up the child.

When I got home that evening Linda was in the kitchen preparing dinner. I greeted her with a little peck on the cheek and she smiled sweetly. Nothing in her eyes or actions betrayed anything of what had happened that morning. I was surprised how cool she was.

While eating, mom and dad informed us that they were going out later in the evening with two other couples, to a jazz and oldies club. I looked at Linda to try and judge her reaction but saw only a blank face. She was so cool, I thought, for the second time in half an hour.

After dinner I took a shower and then retired to my room to listen to some music. Linda remained in the living room with mom and dad who had decided to watch some TV for a while before they started preparing to go out. They had indicated that they wouldn’t be leaving until close to ten o’clock, and it was now a little after seven. After listening to about three or four songs I felt very sleepy, and before I knew it was out, and into dreamland.

I awoke to a very silent and dark house. I checked the bedside clock and was shocked at the time; it was eleven thirty, which meant that mom and dad was already gone and Linda and Yonnette would most likely be sleeping. I went to the bathroom to pee and then headed downstairs. In the living room the only lights on were those of the television and a little shaded table lamp. Linda was half sitting, half lying on the very sofa we had shared that morning. Her legs were up on the sofa and she was completely wrapped up in a bed sheet, with only her face exposed. I went and sat down next to her, and her face lighted up.

“You just got up Mikey?”

“Yes, I went out like a baby shortly after I went upstairs.”

“What else do you expect if you’ve been drinking baby milk” she laughed and I rubbed her head playfully.

“How long have you been down here?” I asked

“About half an hour, I couldn’t sleep after mom and dad left.” She was speaking very softly and carefully. “I can get you something to eat or drink if you like.” she offered.

“No baby, you sit still, I’ll go and get something for us. What would you like?”

“Whatever you are having”

From the fridge I took out a bottle of my dad’s wine and poured some into two glasses. I gave Linda her glass and sat down next to her. She immediately snuggled up very close to me. I put an arm around her. We sipped our wine in silence our eyes glued to the TV screen. It felt so good being close to her, holding her warm body. Her free hand rested palm down on my knee. She was gently rubbing it. After about ten minutes Linda drained her glass and put it down on the floor. She turned right around and threw her legs over mine. She looked me straight in the eyes, leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue probed my mouth briefly, then she drew back, her eyes probing mine. Hers was blazing with lust.

“Mikey, I’m yours if you want me, for as long as you want me. I’ve thought long and hard about this and I know what I want. Baby you can fuck me anytime you want anyhow you want.”

She raised her hands and pulled the sheet apart, letting it drop around her. She was completely naked and sweet smelling. I marveled at the smooth fullness of her body shining in the dim light. She must have rubbed some kind of oil or lotion all over her body; it glistened beautifully. She got up and stood on the floor directly in front of me. She used her foot to spread my legs apart and got between them. She drew closer and leaned over, putting both her hands on my shoulders. She pressed one of her full breasts against my mouth.

“Here baby, lick them, suck them, drink from them, whatever you want.”

I brought both of my hands around her and gripped her big ass cheeks as I took the long brown nipple into my mouth. She moaned loudly as I administered to the lovely hot nipple. I moved one hand to the front of her body and inserted the middle finger into her sliming chute. She jerked wildly against the invading finger. I removed the finger and turned her around. I licked and bit at the plump round butt cheeks, then I spread them apart and let my tongue into the crease. I breathed in her rich woman butt scent. She bent over, placing her hands on her knees. I buried my face between the spread butt cheeks of my sister and licked the little puckered lump. My tongue probed the little hole and I felt it pulsing. I wet a finger with her juice and inserted it slowly into the willing ass canal. It clamped down on my finger and I just let it rest there for a while as I licked and tongue probed her dripping pussy. I bit the lips and flicked at her clit. I felt a shiver go through her body. She turned around and got down on her knees between my legs. She dragged my boxers off and threw them on the floor. She grabbed my erect pole and pumped it vigorously for about a dozen times before bringing it to her eager mouth. She licked the engorged shiny head lavishly before letting it into her mouth as far as it could go. She gagged and spluttered and tried again to swallow it. She got up and holding the back of my head tightly placed her legs along my sides and came down in a sitting position above my groin. She got hold of my stiff cock and placed it between her pussy lips. She came down hard and I felt my cock slide up into her warm dripping cunt hole. She grunted. She remained still for a little while, and then she started a slow wind. She pushed me roughly back into a reclining position, rested her hands on my shoulder and increased the pace of her wind. She rode me wildly, bucking and jerking and grinding down hard. I watched my sisters sweating contorted face as she worked my cock with her thick body. Her breasts bounced and the sides of her plump ass rippled as she give her all to pleasing me. She took one of my hands and brought it to the back of her. She took a finger and placed it to the entrance of her back door, and as she did her magical wind I felt my finger sliding in and out of her tight little back hole. She swiveled on my happy tool and without getting off me or causing my cock to slip out; she was suddenly operating with her back to me. Her legs were dropped over the edge of the sofa and placed on the floor, her hands resting on my knees. With her big ass high, her curved back low and her head thrown back with her chin pointing forward, she continued her wild ride insisting I keep my middle finger lodged in her tight ass hole. I have had my share of mind blowing sex with ladies well adept in the art of wild and passionate fucking, but nobody had ever ridden my cock the way my sexy big sister was doing then. She was like a rodeo rider and bronco in one package. My thick bodied sister was giving me the fuck of my life. She moved with passionate precision as I listened entranced to the smacking sound of her ass on my body and the lesser but more exciting squishing of her wet pussy.

“Smack my ass little brother, smack it hard.”

I did as she commanded, and the sound of the sex paddling resonated across the room. She grounded down hard, taking every bit of my tool inside her, while she somehow managed to turn around and grabbing my head pulled me up to her reaching face and began kissing me, her tongue serpent like touring my mouth. I felt her shudder and jerk and realized that she was in the throes of an orgasm

‘Awwaahh fuck, fuck, fuck.” She screamed, as her thick juicy body jerked uncontrollably.

She dislodged my cock from her dripping pussy and fixing her knees down on the sofa pushed her ass backward. I grabbed her around the thighs and pushing my head forward planted my face between those glorious cheeks licking and probing both holes with an eager tongue and delighted nose. As my face poked between her massive ass she grabbed my cock and pumped it wildly. I felt that I was about to come, and said it out loud. She jumped up quickly and changed her position; now with hands and knees on the sofa, she whispered another command.

“Put that wonderful hard thing in my ass. Come in my ass brother. Wet me up in there.”

I leaned forward and deposited spit on the puckered pulsing hole. I used juice from her pussy to lather my cock which was almost ready to explode. Quickly I positioned my cock at the entrance and with an uncaring thrust, forced it into the waiting cave. She yelped and pushed back against the onslaught like she had been impatiently waiting for that all her life. I smacked her hard, twice, and she bucked hard. I gave three forceful thrusts and suddenly sweetness took over me and I exploded in my sisters squirming ass. As my body jerked and trembled I began slapping her ass wildly watching the flesh quiver beautifully after each blow. I laughed out loud like some crazy being as I emptied into her. She joined in the laughter, as she fell forward flat on her belly and face, me still atop and inside her.

“That’s the best fuck I ever had.” I whispered truthfully into her ear.

“Me too, hope it’s not the last.”

“Definitely not, sister.”

“Oooh baby!” she cooed happily and turned over under me, wrapping her arms around me and patting my ass gently as she looked lovingly into my eyes.